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So tired. Must sleep. But must work. Damn "Lancelot & Elaine" and idiotic Media speech. *mumbles about tyranny*
Check this out. Outrageous. My friends screamed at me when I told them about it in person at lunch; they nearly broke my eardrums. ^_^ Doesn't matter, adore them anyway, since they are utterly LotR/HP slash fangirlish and have reading/writing fanfiction addictions just like me.
I wonder if the prof who teaches that course has read Cassie Claire's VSD? It would be terrible shame if he hasn't. I think if I attend U of T, I must rec it to him about the popularity of LotR. ^^ Hope he won't be too shocked to read implied slash.
*scribbles down in to-do journal* Must...subvert...friends...to read...VSD before taking over the world in dastardly and nefarious scheme. Wait, will take over world, force VSD to be required reading on all reading lists. Is truly evil plan; will establish fame of LotR parodies and CC and will probably kill many people b/c of death by laughter. ^_^
[begin Speech Mode]
Cassandra Claire had become quite famous in the Harry Potter fandom when she began her Draco trilogy beginning with "Draco Dormiens", then continuing onto "Draco Sinister" and now writing "Draco Veritas". She has created and popularized the well-loved Leather Pants!Draco, along with being immortalized in a great deal of Harry Potter fanfiction as a character in other authors' works, among them Alex's "Snitch!" and AngieJ's "Trouble in Paradise". She now has attained celebrity status with her Lord of the Rings parody series, "Very Secret Diaries", which has won instant acclaim and many, many laughs around the world. Her VSD has reached the attention of some of actors of The Fellowship of the Ring, like Elijah Wood and Billy Boyd, and is well-loved and quoted everywhere by all fans. Undoubtedly, Cassie Claire has made her mark on the vastly enormous, fragmented World Wide Web where making an impression that remains with people is difficult, which is a great accomplishment indeed.
[end Speech Mode]
When I'm in SM (no, not S&M, SM, thankyouverymuch. ^^) I write properly w/o abbreviations and stuff. I felt like writing that because Cassie honestly deserves credit for making a mark on the fandom. It's not easy at all to do that on the internet where things are forgotten so easily and individual things can get washed away in the waterfall of copycats (like blogs, slash fics, and fanart, to be v. general). Bridging from fandom to fandom and earning the praise in each is a great accomplishment. She loves to write and what she writes has touched and entertained people to the point when they degenerate into babbling fan(girls/boys). And we're talking about older folk who are married and have children along with young teenagers who are still familiarizing themselves with the periodic table. It has spanned age, gender and other barriers to become a well-loved piece of fanwork that is commented on worldwide. I think that's something truly remarkable and should be praised. Cheers, Cassie!
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Tuesday, April 30, 2002 @ 08:33 p.m.]
[Theme music: Cuor Senza Sangue by Odji de C.]
Opera trance above. It's v. cool to listen to because it's danceable, but there's this unearthly soprano singing Italian or Latin or German or whatever and it's gorgeous. It's exactly the kind of music that would be played in a sophisticated club or bar.
D/l'd some new fonts today at DaFONT, an absolutely wicked site full of cool fonts. A must visit for those bored w/ Verdana, Arial, Times and the other things. I've got the PS2, Matrix, Playstation, and Counterstrike fonts among others like Destroy and one called Jaycons that writes out kanji w/ the English definition underneath. There's the HP, Coca-Cola, Honda, Friends, Charmed, Buffy fonts, and there's tons more on the site. And there's even one of kama sutra positions. ^^;
Had lively discussion @ end of lunch w/ several ppl about HP slash, LotR slash, blogs, Spiderman the movie and Paul Bettany among other things. Friends have a leaning towards Legolas/Frodo while I am Aragorn/Legolas (somehow, friends disapprove.) I mentioned the ease of which blow jobs could be administered w/ hobbit nearby and I squicked them w/ that. (Now I get the Fellowship's fascination w/ the hobbits [PHF!]) Britt seems to have a penchant for Merry/Pippen/(Gandalf). Cassie Claire's Very Secret Diaries has "corrupted" her into liking the "pointy hat trick". ^_^
And ppl have read Al's Snitch! I can't believe that I'd find so many Snitch! fans in my school. ^^ Am glad many ppl like Snitch!, Gangster!Harry, and Slut!Draco so much. Unfortunately, I said Slut!Draco rather loudly in the halls so that many ppl w/o knowledge of Snitch! or HP fics heard me. ^^;
Yay! Dinner has arrived via caring aunt and uncle, must eat!
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Monday, April 29, 2002 @ 06:18 p.m.]
[Theme music: Dummy (Live) by Aucifer]
I am lethargic, lazy, and utterly despicable.
I should be either practising for the SATs next week or doing my damn presentation outline. But I'm not. I'm lazy. And I feel like I'm over-reacting.
Watched 10 Things I Hate About You, The Great Gatsby, and Zoolander last night. Good flicks, even though 10 Things is undeniably teen-movie and Zoolander borders between the territories of "brilliant ironic commentary on the ideas and people of beauty" or "plain stupid". I can't decide, but the subtle slash jokes were hilarious. I feel much better and I think I can cut Dolly to pieces when I see on her Monday in a calm mood. *sharpens figurative rapier*
I want the Spiderman soundtrack. I want to see Spiderman. I'm going on May 3 to see it; I so shouldn't since the next morning I take my SATs, but I'm going w/ 18 other ppl so it's going to be fun. ^_^ I want to see Murder by Numbers more though. My friend refused to go see it w/ me on Friday night b/c she said she had to study for her AP Calc exam. I doubt that really happened. What kind of student works on Friday nights?
I'm hungry. I'm going to try to scrounge up something edible in the kitchen. Emphasis on try.
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Saturday, April 27, 2002 @ 06:55 p.m.]
[Theme music: Shine by Bonnie Pink]
Yet another rant in GameNow about how MGS2, Raiden and Hideo Kojima all suck.
*sigh* Okay, I'll confess one thing, I'm not a gamer. I don't play games much, I'm more of a casual gamer who'll pick up a controller occasionally and drop in arcades when I can. I'll find out what the backstory of a game is, explore who the characters are, but that's about it, in addition to reading fics and looking at fanart. But I've seen MGS2 in action and I think it's not that bad. In fact, I like it. But I understand why so many Metal Gear fans were disappointed. Snake died. And you had to play pansy-assed prettyboy Raiden instead. Even if it was on PS2, it sucked ass and you were Pissed Off.
Understandable. I would be the same if the next HP book was told from the POV of Draco instead of Harry. That would ruin HP for me and MGS2 "ruined" MG for you.
But I think some credit goes to Hideo Kojima for becoming a hermit for six whole months (in addition to the other time he gave to it) to give you such a complex, beautiful game. And I think if you truly hated "that travesty [Hideo Kojima] calls a Metal Gear game" (GameNow, Issue 7, Vol. 2) it wouldn't have been on the top ten U.S. selling games in January.
It's not like the man suddenly decided to be Satan and say, "Let's piss everyone off by making a new character who everyone will hate b/c he'll replace Snake!" No, the man thought it'd be shocking plot twist. And boy, was it. It got ppl talking and I think that's what he wanted.
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Saturday, April 27, 2002 @ 12:40 a.m.]
Visionary, revolutionary, vigilante - these descriptions all fit you well. You are thoroughly disgusted with society and humanity as a whole, and you have several rather diabolical plans to reshape it to fit your designs. You're probably a loner, and most people think you're crazy. That's just because they don't understand, though, and you'll show them someday anyway. Heh heh heh. You are known to become very passionate about many causes, have torrid love affairs, and be seen as a either a demagogue or a hero to the proletariat masses.
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Go read Alex's LJ, second entry down. Finally, someone recognizes this! Even though Alex himself is gay, someone sees this. This happens w/ all minorities, not just homosexuals; the mainstream culture shoves itself into other cultures' throats and expect them to swallow and smile. What if we don't? What if I want to Asian and have my holidays nationally recognized or I want to pierce my lip (which I don't want to, actually) or be a solipsist or be intelligent and not be branded a geek? Why can't I? Why must "normal" culture be forced into our faces and scream "You have to become part of me or be ostracized!!!" Why?
And Alex is completely right about ppl saying, "I don't mind them being gay, but be gay in private." Such blatant hypocrisy sickens me. A classmate said the same thing when two girls who are rumoured/known to be lesbian were snuggling (in a non-platonic manner) near a school exit and she said, "Don't think I'm homophobic or anything, but that's just ewwwww." I nearly fell when we went down the steps because of her her oh-so-subtle homophobia. People protest vehemently when gays or lesbians are discriminated against but if you put a gay couple in front of them hugging or kissing, they'll say, "That's sick." Straight people who groped each other blatantly in public have gotten less flak than gay couples who have held hands in intimate restaurants.
Society disgusts me right now. If democracy is based on equality and straight people can kiss on the street w/o having spiteful insults yelled at them, why can't gay or lesbian couples? And the same goes for interracial couples as well, they don't raise major controversy, but they do raise eyebrows and occasionally, rejection from their families.
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Friday, April 26, 2002 @ 05:07 p.m.]
[Theme music: Long Way Down by Goo Goo Dolls]
Wrote another dark story. It's the only thing I can write these days. Mainly, it was inspired by our school's collection of creative literary works that is released annually. This year, most of the stories were terribly depressing and involved a lot of dark stuff, especially death. Britt wrote a story for it and it got accepted; she, of course, wrote about Death and it was titled...er, "Death". ^^; I guess the following was inspired by her story.
Greetings, Death
People say that life is short.
People feel that life is too long.
Aren’t we a contradictory bunch?
Life goes on and on in never ending cycle until Death puts its hand out and stops the wheel from spinning, plucks someone or something out and spins again. It’s a macabre form of roulette where Death is the gambler, ready with its chips and spinning again and again, never knowing who it’ll pick until it does.
And then, life is short. That special someone is torn from you, like a stray thread from a frayed jacket. Sometimes it’s sudden, a vicious yank with sharp pain, but you can always slowly pull the thread from the cloth and wait for it to fully separate, ending its close relationship with all the other threads.
But for those who endure spin after spin after spin, life is too long for their tastes. They wish for Death to pluck them from their mortal shells and place them in a place where they won’t feel, won’t think, won’t live.
Those who think they will live long will always die young. And those who wish to die will always live long. It's the irony of the situation
Always, until they have will to employ the means for the end.
And I’m not just talking about suicide. I’m not talking about taking a knife to your wrist or sipping cyanide with your champagne or putting a gun to your head. I’m talking about living long and dying young.
It seems easier to die young than to live long. The tools necessary are at your fingertips. You could walk on a busy street and your dream could be accomplished. But living long is harder. You have to beat Death at its own game.
People have been so caught up in curing disease, maintaining health and sanitation that they forget the simple solution.
Kill Death.
Kill Death and Death will be no longer. People won’t die because Death won’t come knocking at the door any more. No more welcoming a black specter with a scythe into your life and letting it take what you don’t want it take, whether it be your own life or someone else’s. Take a dagger to Death’s throat the next time it visits you and slit its throat and see it slump down to the floor, powerless. Rejoice then because you have conquered Death and people will die no longer.
Your beloved will stay with you forever; everyone will live until the end of time.
Everyone.
Yes, everyone. Those pleasant, those unpleasant, those despicable. Everyone will be alive...forever.
Scream hello to eternity for me if you can meet it face to face.
Because I’m going to be dead before you kill Death.
I think I need to take a break from writing such horribly depressing stories.
Uninteresting day. Thought I was going to collapse from frickin' boredom. I also killed more brain cells by watching The Bachelor. It's a really idiotic show. But I watched it anyway. I don't know why except I wanted to know who he chose. Then I lost all interest in it. I just know they'll break up or divorce v. soon. It's bound to happen and the breakup will be messy and splashed on the front pages of tabloids everywhere. Why do ppl do that to themselves?
My belief in humanity has dimmed considerably today. I think I will need to get some sleep. *nods* Yes, sleep would be a most excellent thing.
P.S. List of movies I would like to see (that I have to write down or I'll forget them completely): Spiderman, Murder by Numbers, Insomnia, The New Guy, The Importance of Being Earnest, and some others that were listed in the recent issue of Entertainment Weekly.
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Thursday, April 25, 2002 @ 10:43 p.m.]
I know I just blogged but oh god IamsuchaFOB and it's so freakin' scary...
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[Chaotic randomness ensued on Wednesday, April 24, 2002 @ 06:34 p.m.]
[Theme music: Iris by Goo Goo Dolls]
Oh God, I'm down now. I'm tired and pissed off and in general, not in a v.g. mood. First, Media was a nightmare. We're working on group project and I'm in a group w/ a person who doesn't like me v. much and isn't overtly hostile, but her manner tells more than any words could. Then, there's another person who blatantly skips classes (where we have time to work on these horrid crapshit things) and skipped a planned meeting for 2:30 w/o telling us. She is fucking outrageous and I plan to give her a scathing diatribe on her utter lack of respect for the rest of the group. She may not fucking give a damn about her mark for this class since she thinks its useless and "the teacher hates her", but really, the teacher wouldn't hate her if she would just attend class more than once a week and do her work with just a little bit of effort. I strongly dislike ppl who don't put forth effort and expect a good mark for not doing anything; especially in private schools, some ppl feel entitled to and are pressured to get good marks, but are selfish and don't do anything to get them.
There. I finished ranting. Double spare in the middle of the day...it just drags on and on and on...ergh. I got a lot of research done though. V. productive in the second half. ^_^
Funny thing happened to my classmate. Her bf was in NYC and she planned a little ruse over the phone to freak him out. She had her sister say, "Omigod, Michelle*, it's positive!" Now what do you think was positive? Certainly not some interger, that's for sure. Then she kind of led him on to think that she was pregnant b/c she cheated w/ him w/ "Kyle" and when he kept on pressing her to say that she was pregnant, she stuttered in teary, hiccupy voice "I-I can't t-talk about this right now over the phone. When you come back I'll tell you." The worst thing is that he had to take a ten-hour bus ride back from NYC and he's probably been stewing over it for the whole ride. Another worst thing is that she really does like her bf (even though she speaks disparagingly of him every time she mentions him) but she has no qualms fucking with his mind. This is completely incongruous with the image I had for this classmate of mine and her bf. But I have to admit, it was funny and when she recites the whole conversation (she acts a lot), it's hilarious.
*name changed for privacy ^^
Well, that says a lot about what we humans think is humour. *eyebrow raised*
I wrote three haiku for English, based on Tennessee Williams' "The Glass Menagerie". My peer editors don't get my intangible metaphors. (For pity's sake ppl, don't think similes are necessarily like "the sun was like a flower"! There are a lot more subtler similes and metaphors in poetry that don't hit you over the head to convey their meaning.) I feel misunderstood. ;_;
Break
single glass unicorn
timid, lonely, crippled girl
forced into the world
Long Way Down
see a bird flying
i sit on the fire escape
plotting my own flight
The Culmination
a flurry of plans
gentleman caller knocking
f a n t a s y s h a t t e r s
It looks much better with the formatting and the shape I put it in. I find myself writing a lot more these days and it's not fanfiction. I prefer to read fanfiction and write my own original stories now, which was not always the case.
Ergh...must go and finish reading Law textbook...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Wednesday, April 24, 2002 @ 05:09 p.m.]
[Theme music: Kirei na Kanjou by Akino Arai from Noir]
Whee! I wrote another dark fic. I have tendencies to write dark fics more than any other kind because they come so easily to me. It's all crap though and completely un-edited. First draft, in fact.
A Beautiful Fixation
Red just might be my favourite colour. It represents so many things that mean so much to people. It’s vibrant, bright and alive, all the things that everyone would like to be and like to have, like love, passion, and luck.
Red is everywhere. I like the red in apples, falsely glossy, covered with a thin layer of wax. When I touch the red, I know I’m not touching the lustrous colour, but something that separates me from it. And I like the red in the maraschino cherries covered in chocolate. It’s so fake, an artificial crimson so bright it hurts my eyes, and it’s hidden from sight by a thick, solid layer of chocolate, so it won’t show until you bite through with your white teeth, crushing through chocolate and cherry to reveal the scarlet, bleeding heart.
But I like red best of all when it’s splashed against painfully white snow. Maybe not splashed, but little drops that quiver for breathless moments before they give into gravity and fall gracefully to soak ruby into diamond-white snow. And the perfect music always accompanies this beauty, the sound of your own bated breath, deep little pants and gasps that you always hear but never listen to.
When the silver blade slices through your pale skin, it’s almost as pretty as seeing the blood on the snow. The knife flashes different shades of silver in the sun, ranging from a pale whitish shade to a deep, burnished glow, especially on a sunny wintry day like this one, as it parts the seemingly unbreakable skin, letting a thick, long line of deep vermilion running from wrist to elbow well up slowly. And you can slowly turn your arm and the blood will run down the sides of your arm before it trickles down to seep into the snow.
It hurts, but it’s real. It’s real, more real than anything else in life is. The blood that rushes through your veins and sustains your life drips out drop by precious drop, scarlet against snow. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching your own blood leak onto a blank canvas of nature.
And there’s nothing that feels better than that surge of indescribable feeling that strokes your spine with electric shivers as you look down on the bright blanket of snow and see that it’s real and that you’re real. And there’s nothing better than knowing that you do exist and that you do feel. It might be painful, but any pain is better than that numb, almost etherized sensation that settles into your bones every waking moment.
You might think me pathetic for resorting to slitting my wrists to feel anything. But do you have anything that’s just as good as this? I don’t want to get drunk; I don’t want to sniff cocaine; I just want to watch myself bleed.
Is that too much to ask for?
I'm trying to d/l the 15th episode of Smallville, but it's going on really slow. I'm down to 13 hours left for d/l'ing! Wow, aren't I lucky? Fuck it all, it began at having an hour left, then the person who I was d/l'ing it from logged off then I transferred to another user who has a v. slow modem b/c I'm d/l'ing from them at a rate of 1.1Kb/sec when I have cable. Argh! I wanna watch more slashy subtext! Give me my subtext!
Chibi!Kai: Text. Here you go. *passes subtext*
Ha. HA. See me laughing, pretty boy. *flicks off Chibi!Kai into the distance with her forefinger* Damn smartass Kizuna chibi. Knew I should have never liked him so much in the manga.
I think I'll go see Murder by Numbers this weekend w/ my friend. Yes, I think I will. Hurray for mentally unbalanced teenagers who try to commit the perfect crime! ^^
Yeah, I think I need sleep now. I'm babbling. Oyasumi...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Tuesday, April 23, 2002 @ 10:50 p.m.]
[Theme music: Superman by Five for Fighting]
Last night I was reading the most awful Gilmore Girls fics ever. Correction: Trying to read them. Some people honestly don't know how to spell, check grammer or even put together a decent sentence. In fact, some don't even know how to write a good fic, period. And some most definitely do not edit or have a beta look at their work. I can understand if they're newbies; most haven't even heard of betas, but at least re-read your own work, please. Just check if you added commas or apstrophes in the correct places. Re-read and check for mistakes, that's all I ask, as a devoted reader of fanfiction.
Today became stressful, wacked out, messed up at last period when Media turned out to be a hellhole. Everything (and work) seemed to pile on at that moment and I was bitchy to a fault. Good thing I managed to get everything done by this time. Now off to watch QaF!
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Monday, April 22, 2002 @ 09:55 p.m.]
[Theme music: Goo Goo Dolls' CD Gutterflower and Lifehouse's CD No Name Face]
I'll admit, I like the Subaru Impreza. I squeal everytime that I see it on the road (only the WRX, though) in its electric blue glory (the only colour WRX owners seem to buy in Toronto) but I would never go as far as this person.  It's a bit too odd for me.
Bought two new CDs today; am totally in love w/ Goo Goo Dolls and Lifehouse as of this moment. Also watched Brit 2001 Music Awards...gawd. Give me many UK-accented people who are constantly talking and singing some of my favourite songs and you can bet I'll hanging on their every word. Add handsome men to that equation and I'm a puddle of goo. Craig David...yum.
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*stifles laugh* Err...am I loved by everyone? Doubtful. I suppose I have many talents...wide range of interests could count as the same thing, I guess.
I found this!!! *giggles madly* Fun...
Perfect for sarcastic lil' moi when I feel like it. 
Okay, gotta stop. I'm having too much fun. Hehehe...I think I'll post some more tomorrow, I haven't even gotten the ones I really like up yet. ^^
Okay and this too:
I fire
That is absolutely no surprise since for the last question, I put down I'd like to be owned by an elf, even though every answer before that pointed to a sword. Then I changed and became this:
I'm big and long
Aragorn. Long. Sturdy. Steely. Oh. My.
*mumbles to self* Will not think of bad imagery, will not think of bad imagery, will not think of bad imagery...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Sunday, April 21, 2002 @ 10:49 p.m.]
[Theme music: Deep Inside of You by Third Eye Blind]
Lex is such a fucking tease in the fics I recommended below. He is the most infuriating seducer ever because he just teases, and teases, and teases, and keeps on teasing. And the UST in the air is so irritating for Clark and the reader because he doesn't resolve anything when he should! (says something about stories conditioning our responses and expectations, too) ARGH! Goddamnit, Lex, just jump Clark's bones fer gawds sake! We're all waiting here!
Chibi!Clark: *petulantly with adorable, irresistible Clark Kent pout* And I'm waiting too! I need love!
See? Clark even goes the point of dressing in new shexy farmboy style in tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts and you dare ignore him? Honestly, don't you have some morals?
Since Lex is such a brilliant, manipulative, evil tease who suppresses his own desires just so he can get Clark back to his penthouse in Metropolis to properly ravish him with silk sheets and all, instead of in the manly wilderness (which he logically [thank god for making a character who has smarts] realizes is a v. uncomfortable place to shag) and Clark is such a lovable, confused, intelligent piece of jailbait ripe for the shagging, learning how to try to seduce Lex, I love this fic because it's just so damn good. (I apologize for that run on sentence which manages to be a paragraph within itself.) Not to mention the dialogue between Lex and Clark is simply to die for. The subtle, dry humour is also well-executed and Helena never fails to make me laugh. Overall, it's one of the best fic series I've read because it made me furiously kick my desk in frustration when the UST almost became completely unbearable. So R.O.D.! (Anime fans who actually know new anime will get this joke. I am not making a cheap phallic joke. ^^;)
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Sunday, April 21, 2002 @ 01:27 a.m.]
Oh, I couldn't resist blogging. Go and read Helena Handbasket's hilariously funny CLex series which involves...um...
Chibi!Clark: (purrs) I think she's wordless.
Er...you're...sex personified!Clark, right?
Chibi!Clark: *wriggles hips* Forunately for you, yes. Jailbait!Clark had to take a break. Apparently him and Angsty!Lex are rather busy at this moment. *leer*
But it's been *counts on fingers* four days! Jailbait!Clark jumped Angsty!Lex on Wednesday!
Chibi!Clark: Oh no, that was Purple Silk Shirt!Lex who he was rather involved with on Wednesday. They ended that on Thursday night. Rather messy breakup, if you ask me. But Purple Silk Shirt!Lex needed comforting and I was happy to provide that. *grin*
Er...I think I'll let you keep track of the Chibi!Clarks and Lexs...hehehe...Lexs sound like Lexus.
Chibi!Lex: I resent that. And that is ridiculous, are you smoking ecstasy? Or shooting up pot?
No, but I'm reading Bishink's FFVII series and Helena Handbasket's CLex series. Does that count? (And I think you need to check up on your terms about substance abuse, um...)
Chibi!Lex: I'm I Don't Live An Alternative Lifestyle!Lex.
Wow...didn't know you exist. I thought all Lexs had alternative lifestyles.
Whoa, major digression. Anyway, the series is enormously amusing, it includes Eleven Letter Words, Botta Secreta, The Denny's Napkin Incident, and Please Do Not Tease the Boy Scouts. A collection of hilarious fics which include probability theory, the contemplation of human behavioiur, discussion of highly advanced vocabulary, mathematicians of human nature, Latent Homosexuality in a rainbow boa and leather chaps, and a brilliantly manipulative Lex who is admirable for his deviousness in seducing Clark into seducing Lex. ^^ No one has ever put so much effort into jumping someone else's bones. =P
That sounded like a movie commercial.
Society has done a brilliant job into brainwashing me into the corrupt deceit of media.
I think I'll go walk off a cliff. Except there are no cliffs in Toronto. My inescapble logic amazes even myself...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Saturday, April 20, 2002 @ 11:23 p.m.]
Vanilla Coke o_O First, it was Cherry Coke, then Diet Coke w/ lemon (blatant ripoff of HK tea shops) and now Vanilla Coke? What are they going to come up w/ next, Chocolate Coke? Then Rutabaga Coke? Coke as a six-course meal?
And "indestructible sandwiches."
This is too odd for me now. Vanilla Coke and vacuum-sealed sanwiches? What, that's going to be the lunch of 2020? Ergh...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Saturday, April 20, 2002 @ 08:52 p.m.]
[Theme music: Silent Pain and Ode to Power from Noir, composed by Kajiura Yuki]
I watched the bodies of the four Canadian soldiers caught in 'friendly fire' land in Canada today. I wrote a rant/vignette to vent my emotions. Please note the significance of the instrumental pieces above.
Friendly Fire
More people died today.
It shouldn’t be a surprise, since people die every day, but they died because of friendly fire. Fire that hugs you, smiles, and then shoots you full of little metal pieces that hurt and maim.
Oh yes, friendly fire.
Friendly fire that dances on your grave, laughs when the eulogy your best friend wrote while sobbing, tears soaking the paper, is delivered to a group of black-clad people weeping and angry and afraid to be angry. Oh no, we mustn’t be angry! We can’t be angry because those who killed my son/husband/brother/friend/fiancé/boyfriend/cousin/nephew were colour blind and more reckless than able, were the countrymen of people who died from a terrorist attack which was triggered the very selfsame countrymen.
Friendly fire that sees your uniform and decides to put the finger to the trigger because it’s better safe than never, not thinking that ‘better safe than never’ means death, pain, fear, anger and grief.
Friendly fire that puts on a garish face of sorrow for the world and takes it off, revealing deceit, gloating triumph, and twisted joy, manipulating into thousands into forgetting what friendly fire is.
Friendly fire isn’t friendly at all.
It’s fire.
And fire burns. And fire hurts. And fire kills.
Yes, I'm angry. Whoever dubbed killing the people on your own side accidentally 'friendly fire' was obviously fucked up in the head, because it's simply not done with friendly intentions at that time. Yes, the people agreed not to shoot you, but at the time, they did intend to shoot you and, oh so sorry, you're dead now! I'll put on a mask of sadness and say things that other people wrote for me because I'm incompetent, lazy and I can't compose meaningful shit to save my life!
No, I'm not accusing Bush of anything, but whoever made up the term 'friendly fire' must have been insincere to a fault. Friendly fire is not 'friendly'. It's bullets; that's the cold, hard, painful truth that will dig into you, put holes into you, spill your blood, rob you of your life and spit on your grave. I'm being a little more serious than my other friends right now about that, read Britt's deadjournal on 4/18 for a more sarcastically amusing
piece. She has a better sense of humour than poor lil' ol' me.
On a more amusing note, check out Who Wants to Be a Fobionaire. You can only be a FOB, CBC, or wannabe of either category in order to understand it. And it's stupid, time-wasting, almost discriminatory, but still...look at it for a laugh.
Re-read "Sekimatsu Prime Minister" by Eiki Eiki today. Noted strange ability of all manga characters to be able to cry silently. And if you've read manga, you understand what I mean. Manga characters have this amazing ability to just let tears trail softly down their cheeks in a melancholy, beautiful picture, letting their sorrow express itself as they just stay still, stare shocked or heartbroken, etc. into the reader's eyes. Wouldn't I like to have that ability! When I cry, I sob and get red and bloodshot eyes and I can't talk because air is somehow cut off from my throat. I don't cry prettily. Manga characters do. (note the bit of jealousy I have there...=P)
Damn, that made me think of Hana Kimi 17. Want that. And Fruits Basket 8. And TCP 19. Grrrr...*chants to self* Two months, two months, two months...
[Chaotic randomness ensued on Saturday, April 20, 2002 @ 08:06 p.m.]
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