Editing photos. This is my pelican photo. Annie loves it to bits but I don't know why.
Anyway, should I continue this? I kinda think this won't work out too well but yeah.
Here's another photo.
Hmm.
Anyway, I suck, byebye
BLOO~
About Me
- Mr. Blue Cactus
- Hi. I'm just a simple nobody - with a simpleton mind, simple values, simple views.. It doesn't matter if you don't view my blog. Personally, I don't really care. Hello, and good-bye.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Editing photos
Editing photos. This is my pelican photo. Annie loves it to bits but I don't know why.
Anyway, should I continue this? I kinda think this won't work out too well but yeah.
Here's another photo.
Hmm.
Anyway, I suck, byebye
BLOO~
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Thrice.
I was just chilling to some Thrice (thanks to my cousin.. Another avid rock/metal/grunge/hard-rock maniac like me) and it's pretty good! I've been listening to Silhouette on repeat.. It's really good . To me, anyway. It's embedded here.
Anyway, I've gotta get off my mind - I made a DeviantArt. It's for backup just in case my comp dies and then all my photos get lost. :(
And there's actually an Instant Messenger thing on Moodle, even though it's pretty lame and all. It works, though. And Karina stuffed mine up.
Au revoir; have fun.
Bloo~
Anyway, I've gotta get off my mind - I made a DeviantArt. It's for backup just in case my comp dies and then all my photos get lost. :(
And there's actually an Instant Messenger thing on Moodle, even though it's pretty lame and all. It works, though. And Karina stuffed mine up.
Au revoir; have fun.
Bloo~
Saturday, August 7, 2010
I think it's funny ..
.. That in most Asian families, it's always the guys who kill the bugs.
.. When I'm listening to rock music, and your mother goes and reprimands you, thinking that you'll turn emo and start cutting yourself soon.
.. That my brother has girly traits.
.. That I can cook two meals with confidence - scrambled eggs, and creme brulee.
.. When my cousin does her special 'silent but deadly' fart.
.. When my brother cries.
.. When my brother's a total wuss.
Fin.
-Bloo~
.. When I'm listening to rock music, and your mother goes and reprimands you, thinking that you'll turn emo and start cutting yourself soon.
.. That my brother has girly traits.
.. That I can cook two meals with confidence - scrambled eggs, and creme brulee.
.. When my cousin does her special 'silent but deadly' fart.
.. When my brother cries.
.. When my brother's a total wuss.
Fin.
-Bloo~
Drool.
Self-explanatory.
I was obsessed with Cillian Murphy during the holidays. I think I still AM obsessed. Though my obsessions don't last long. I just have a profound liking afterwards. Which ISN'T obsession, but probably something close to it.
Dayum. I love his eyes.
His wonderfully cerulean-blue eyes.
SUPERDROOL.
I think that's all I needed to say.
Bloo~
I was obsessed with Cillian Murphy during the holidays. I think I still AM obsessed. Though my obsessions don't last long. I just have a profound liking afterwards. Which ISN'T obsession, but probably something close to it.
Dayum. I love his eyes.
His wonderfully cerulean-blue eyes.
SUPERDROOL.
I think that's all I needed to say.
Bloo~
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
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I hope I got it right.
BYE BYE i'm fat ahushdiuahsudhasuhduias.
Monday, July 26, 2010
RED EYE.
I know, I know. I saw the film about two weeks ago. But it's SO GOOD ! WOIUAROIAWIORUIOAWR ! :D
Okay.
Here's a poster, it looks so cool, yeah ? *happy happy happy face.*
Surprisingly, Emma, from Glee decides to show up in here. But she was in here WAY before Glee existed. Hehe. It's a 2005 movie, so it's not that old.
By the way, the names might be familiar - just not Cillian Murphy's. But what I do know about him is that he'll be Inception. Which I'm also looking forward too, hehe, super-drool.
Just a re-cap though, Rachel McAdams was in Mean Girls. As Regina George.
If I do try to write up a brief synopsis of the movie, I'll leave out crucial details. Maybe I'll have a go, hehe. And surprisingly, even though I don't generally like thrillers, I LOVE THIS MOVIE HEHEHE SUPER-DROOL (*W&%*(&(*ASFJKHkjahwkjry89&(*%#&.
So technically, it's a movie about a young woman called Lisa Reisert (.. Strange anme, I know.) who hates flying, (and is also played by Rachel McAdams) but she has to go on a plane back to where she lives, at Miami after she attended her grandmother's funeral in Dallas.
She works as a Lux Atlantic Hotel manager, and she's a workaholic with basically no life whatsoever.
Due to the bad weather and flight delay, she meets a dude called Jack Rippner (played by Cillian Murphy, who is in Inception)(Doesn't it remind you of Jack the Ripper?) in the airport bar thingy, who was also waiting to go on the plane. He was incredibly charming and well, sweet. (Which seems to maybe have 'captured' Lisa's heart.)
Another big surprise is that they were to be seated next to each other on a plane, and then, 'Jack', whose full name is 'Jackson Rippner' (which is a stupid name, sorry.) is a terrorist dude working for a group who wants to assassinate a major politician called Charles Keefe (and unknowingly, his family), and Lisa is a major part of their plan because of her job, at the Lux Atlantic Hotel where the Keefe family was staying. If she refuses to help Jackson, then Jackson will then call a hitman to kill her father (Joe Reisert) at his home. Lisa pretty much is stuck with no way of getting help without pretty much jeopardising her father's safety/life/whatever word you'd like - and the longer she waits, I guess it would be harder to prevent the assassination from happening.
She pretty much becomes a hero tryhard. Her first attempt is when an old lady from the check-in line comes to talk to her about a Doctor Phil book which she had been reading on the flight (as Lisa had given the book to her.) She tries to write a warning in the woman's book. But soon after, Rippner later finds out, and he headbutts her suddenly. Rendering her unconscious, of course. She tries again, but going into the bathroom and writing a warning on the mirror with soap. She tries to leave, but she's stopped. Jackson sees the message, and she's shoved back in.
-
THERE IS NO ROMANTIC SCENES IN THIS MOVIE WHATSOEVER. Forgot to write that a long time ago. Sorry.
-
Now, back to the plot.
Lisa begs Jackson to not kill her father, to which he says something along the lines of not gambling with her father's life. He then notices a scar above Lisa's watermelon and asks her about the scar's history. Lisa refuses to answer and then Jackson starts choking her, because she is not 'ebing honest with him, when he had been nothing but brutally honest with her'. After letting go, he erases the writing on the mirror while she's gasping for air.
They leave the bathroom and the flight attendant thinks that they were having sex in there. One of the flight attendants say the word 'Trash', I believe.
The assassination plan is to use a portable missile launcher thingy from a boat in a nearby harbour thingy and fire it at the Lux Hotel. The problem is, Charles Keefe (the politician from before) likes to stay in a different suite, which faces the city, instead of facing the harbour. In order to kill him, Jackson forces Lisa to make a phone call from the plane (I didn't know that plane phones existed either, but they exist in this movie) and order the hotel staff to change his reservation from the city facing room to a particular suite (4080) which faces the harbour.
After a failed attempt, 'cause of turbulence in which the phone died, Lisa makes the phone call, and the staff move the politician + family to the targeted suite/room/whatever. Jackson still needs Lisa and he can't let her and her father go until he's getting a phone call confirming that the Keefe family are dead. *dum dum*
The room's checked and then Charles settles in with his family.
After the plane lands, Lisa tells Jackson about the history of the scar, which is when she was raped at knifepoint in a parking lot (T'was incredibly sad), and then stabs Jackson in his throat with a pen, stealing his mobile phone and bolting off the plane into the terminal thing. Lisa runs through the airport, barely escaping the airport security, and of course, Jackson Rippner.
She steals an SUV to give herself time to use Jackson's phone. She makes a call to the hotel to warn them to evacuate immediately and the deputy director is a target of an assassination plot. They get evacuated just in time. Which was good. Her second call was going to be to her father, but the battery decides to bail out on her and she's forced to drive to her father's house in order to 'save' him before Jackson can call the hitman dude.
Lisa rushes to her father's house to ensure his safety. She sees the hitman outside the front door, which she runs over with the stolen SUV, crashing through the front of the house. Lisa's father stumbles out of the kitchen, shocked at the hitman who is now lying dead and tells her that the cops are coming soon.
When Lisa calls her hotel to see if everything's okay, Jackson decides to show up and knocks her father out so she can deal with Lisa first. He chases her through the house with a 'freaking' (sorry Annie) butcher's knife and throws her down a flight of stairs. Lisa crawls down the last few steps, where a gun is lying next to the run-over/dead hitman. She threatens Jackson with the gun, and Jackson attempts to escape but Lisa shoots him before he can. He kicks the gun out of her hand and grabs her by the hair when Lisa's dad recovers from being knocked out and shoots Jackson as the cops arrive.
If he actually dies is unknown. It's part of the mystery. I hope he lives though, I'd like him to take revenge on Lisa or something.
And that's the end of the movie.
It's cool, yeah?
And anywayyyyy, hehe, I'll just go now, since I'm too annoying.
GOODBYE.
~Bloo.
Okay.
Here's a poster, it looks so cool, yeah ? *happy happy happy face.*
Surprisingly, Emma, from Glee decides to show up in here. But she was in here WAY before Glee existed. Hehe. It's a 2005 movie, so it's not that old.
By the way, the names might be familiar - just not Cillian Murphy's. But what I do know about him is that he'll be Inception. Which I'm also looking forward too, hehe, super-drool.
Just a re-cap though, Rachel McAdams was in Mean Girls. As Regina George.
If I do try to write up a brief synopsis of the movie, I'll leave out crucial details. Maybe I'll have a go, hehe. And surprisingly, even though I don't generally like thrillers, I LOVE THIS MOVIE HEHEHE SUPER-DROOL (*W&%*(&(*ASFJKHkjahwkjry89&(*%#&.
So technically, it's a movie about a young woman called Lisa Reisert (.. Strange anme, I know.) who hates flying, (and is also played by Rachel McAdams) but she has to go on a plane back to where she lives, at Miami after she attended her grandmother's funeral in Dallas.
She works as a Lux Atlantic Hotel manager, and she's a workaholic with basically no life whatsoever.
Due to the bad weather and flight delay, she meets a dude called Jack Rippner (played by Cillian Murphy, who is in Inception)(Doesn't it remind you of Jack the Ripper?) in the airport bar thingy, who was also waiting to go on the plane. He was incredibly charming and well, sweet. (Which seems to maybe have 'captured' Lisa's heart.)
Another big surprise is that they were to be seated next to each other on a plane, and then, 'Jack', whose full name is 'Jackson Rippner' (which is a stupid name, sorry.) is a terrorist dude working for a group who wants to assassinate a major politician called Charles Keefe (and unknowingly, his family), and Lisa is a major part of their plan because of her job, at the Lux Atlantic Hotel where the Keefe family was staying. If she refuses to help Jackson, then Jackson will then call a hitman to kill her father (Joe Reisert) at his home. Lisa pretty much is stuck with no way of getting help without pretty much jeopardising her father's safety/life/whatever word you'd like - and the longer she waits, I guess it would be harder to prevent the assassination from happening.
She pretty much becomes a hero tryhard. Her first attempt is when an old lady from the check-in line comes to talk to her about a Doctor Phil book which she had been reading on the flight (as Lisa had given the book to her.) She tries to write a warning in the woman's book. But soon after, Rippner later finds out, and he headbutts her suddenly. Rendering her unconscious, of course. She tries again, but going into the bathroom and writing a warning on the mirror with soap. She tries to leave, but she's stopped. Jackson sees the message, and she's shoved back in.
-
THERE IS NO ROMANTIC SCENES IN THIS MOVIE WHATSOEVER. Forgot to write that a long time ago. Sorry.
-
Now, back to the plot.
Lisa begs Jackson to not kill her father, to which he says something along the lines of not gambling with her father's life. He then notices a scar above Lisa's watermelon and asks her about the scar's history. Lisa refuses to answer and then Jackson starts choking her, because she is not 'ebing honest with him, when he had been nothing but brutally honest with her'. After letting go, he erases the writing on the mirror while she's gasping for air.
They leave the bathroom and the flight attendant thinks that they were having sex in there. One of the flight attendants say the word 'Trash', I believe.
The assassination plan is to use a portable missile launcher thingy from a boat in a nearby harbour thingy and fire it at the Lux Hotel. The problem is, Charles Keefe (the politician from before) likes to stay in a different suite, which faces the city, instead of facing the harbour. In order to kill him, Jackson forces Lisa to make a phone call from the plane (I didn't know that plane phones existed either, but they exist in this movie) and order the hotel staff to change his reservation from the city facing room to a particular suite (4080) which faces the harbour.
After a failed attempt, 'cause of turbulence in which the phone died, Lisa makes the phone call, and the staff move the politician + family to the targeted suite/room/whatever. Jackson still needs Lisa and he can't let her and her father go until he's getting a phone call confirming that the Keefe family are dead. *dum dum*
The room's checked and then Charles settles in with his family.
After the plane lands, Lisa tells Jackson about the history of the scar, which is when she was raped at knifepoint in a parking lot (T'was incredibly sad), and then stabs Jackson in his throat with a pen, stealing his mobile phone and bolting off the plane into the terminal thing. Lisa runs through the airport, barely escaping the airport security, and of course, Jackson Rippner.
She steals an SUV to give herself time to use Jackson's phone. She makes a call to the hotel to warn them to evacuate immediately and the deputy director is a target of an assassination plot. They get evacuated just in time. Which was good. Her second call was going to be to her father, but the battery decides to bail out on her and she's forced to drive to her father's house in order to 'save' him before Jackson can call the hitman dude.
Lisa rushes to her father's house to ensure his safety. She sees the hitman outside the front door, which she runs over with the stolen SUV, crashing through the front of the house. Lisa's father stumbles out of the kitchen, shocked at the hitman who is now lying dead and tells her that the cops are coming soon.
When Lisa calls her hotel to see if everything's okay, Jackson decides to show up and knocks her father out so she can deal with Lisa first. He chases her through the house with a 'freaking' (sorry Annie) butcher's knife and throws her down a flight of stairs. Lisa crawls down the last few steps, where a gun is lying next to the run-over/dead hitman. She threatens Jackson with the gun, and Jackson attempts to escape but Lisa shoots him before he can. He kicks the gun out of her hand and grabs her by the hair when Lisa's dad recovers from being knocked out and shoots Jackson as the cops arrive.
If he actually dies is unknown. It's part of the mystery. I hope he lives though, I'd like him to take revenge on Lisa or something.
And that's the end of the movie.
It's cool, yeah?
And anywayyyyy, hehe, I'll just go now, since I'm too annoying.
GOODBYE.
~Bloo.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The spider that just sat next to me.
Yes. I know. Weird title.
OKAY. So here goes.
--
I was going to my Grandma's. So I got in the car, put on my seatbelt, until suddenly, my brother started screaming his head off.
"Shut up Dylan. Stop screaming your head off. It's getting on my nerves. You want me to punch you to make you shut up? 'Cause I can do that if you want." I pretty much said something along the lines of that to my brother.
(I know I'm absolutely evil to my brother. It makes me happy. Hehe.)
He then pointed to the car door to my left. I turned to my left, and there you have it, a giant spider.
Seriously, it was right next to me and everything. I was just so happy I wasn't bitten.
So then just like Dylan, I started screaming my lungs off. We climbed to the OTHER side of the car and got out.
You know with Asian families, how normally the father kills all the cockroaches, spiders, etc.? Well, this was no exception. When we were outside of the car, we were still screaming. I think I'll need to apologise to the neighbours later.
So dad came, killed the spider, end of story.
But the thing is, Dad hadn't cleaned up the spider. This happened during the holidays, and the dead spider's corpse is STILL there.
It haunts me, seriously. No joke.
Now I'll just go off and die or something. It's not like anyone needed to know about this anyway, seriously.
OKAY. So here goes.
--
I was going to my Grandma's. So I got in the car, put on my seatbelt, until suddenly, my brother started screaming his head off.
"Shut up Dylan. Stop screaming your head off. It's getting on my nerves. You want me to punch you to make you shut up? 'Cause I can do that if you want." I pretty much said something along the lines of that to my brother.
(I know I'm absolutely evil to my brother. It makes me happy. Hehe.)
He then pointed to the car door to my left. I turned to my left, and there you have it, a giant spider.
Seriously, it was right next to me and everything. I was just so happy I wasn't bitten.
So then just like Dylan, I started screaming my lungs off. We climbed to the OTHER side of the car and got out.
You know with Asian families, how normally the father kills all the cockroaches, spiders, etc.? Well, this was no exception. When we were outside of the car, we were still screaming. I think I'll need to apologise to the neighbours later.
So dad came, killed the spider, end of story.
But the thing is, Dad hadn't cleaned up the spider. This happened during the holidays, and the dead spider's corpse is STILL there.
It haunts me, seriously. No joke.
Now I'll just go off and die or something. It's not like anyone needed to know about this anyway, seriously.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Holidays?
So, people.
How have your school holidays been ? Mine haven't been all too bad.
I watched Toy Story 3. SUPER DROOL. It was so good! SQUEE!
Okay. I'm gonna go to Jindabyne tomorrow. And I'm going to miss out on the first day of school. I already told Glo about it, hmm ?
I don't have much to write about. And I normally put vids up, yeah..? I'll put one up today too. Besides, I only blog once in a while. Last time I blogged was when I left my wallet on the bus.
My report sucked. I got depressed. My dad went Qwerty. And my Dad thinks I'm dumb. Hehe.
Hmm, I'll put up a song by .. Hmm. *deep in thought* I wonder what to put up today.
Maybe.. I'll put up some Justin Bieber.. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Actually, I think I'll put up a song pretty much celebrating the holidays - School's Out, by Alice Cooper. I can't find a music video, once again. But I don't care much for them. It's the music that counts.
Enjoy, or not..
~Bloo.
How have your school holidays been ? Mine haven't been all too bad.
I watched Toy Story 3. SUPER DROOL. It was so good! SQUEE!
Okay. I'm gonna go to Jindabyne tomorrow. And I'm going to miss out on the first day of school. I already told Glo about it, hmm ?
I don't have much to write about. And I normally put vids up, yeah..? I'll put one up today too. Besides, I only blog once in a while. Last time I blogged was when I left my wallet on the bus.
My report sucked. I got depressed. My dad went Qwerty. And my Dad thinks I'm dumb. Hehe.
Hmm, I'll put up a song by .. Hmm. *deep in thought* I wonder what to put up today.
Maybe.. I'll put up some Justin Bieber.. ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Actually, I think I'll put up a song pretty much celebrating the holidays - School's Out, by Alice Cooper. I can't find a music video, once again. But I don't care much for them. It's the music that counts.
Enjoy, or not..
~Bloo.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
50th post - Based on the events on Wednesday.
So yeah.
On Wednesday, I left my wallet on the 610 bus.
Some guy picked it up and returned it to me.
I can't thank that guy enough.
Seriously, it wasn't even robbed (because Annie so insisted on checking).
What else has happened? Not much really. Oh well, half-yearlies soon. Better go study.
Piano exam's on 12th June. Just wanted it make it official. And so G-worm, I won't be able to go anywhere on that day. PIANO EXAM - STRESS - HAIR LOSS.
Anyway, I suck, maybe I'll just make my leave.
I should make my 50th blog post special, yeah?
I'll just embed a song. A new one.
BACK IN BLACK!
On Wednesday, I left my wallet on the 610 bus.
Some guy picked it up and returned it to me.
I can't thank that guy enough.
Seriously, it wasn't even robbed (because Annie so insisted on checking).
What else has happened? Not much really. Oh well, half-yearlies soon. Better go study.
Piano exam's on 12th June. Just wanted it make it official. And so G-worm, I won't be able to go anywhere on that day. PIANO EXAM - STRESS - HAIR LOSS.
Anyway, I suck, maybe I'll just make my leave.
I should make my 50th blog post special, yeah?
I'll just embed a song. A new one.
BACK IN BLACK!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Since I can't be stuffed to ask you all to criticise it individually..
And I KNOW that I said I wouldn't blog anymore; and I'm doing this against my own will, but anyway -- I'm slightly more on the lazy side, as you can see.
What I was doing was I was going to write a short story for my English assignment. The thing is, I don't know if it will be good enough.
So I'll post it up as I go. I won't post everything that I've done up at a time; I'll do it in small sections and so on.
Enjoy!
Note: Also, give me a name and a title.
--
'Mum, you know how Dad's abusive! He's like the Hulk, armed with his crack and glass of beer! PLEASE, LEAVE HIM.. Please.'
'I chose to marry your father for a reason, ungrateful brat.'
'I'll give you an ultimatum then, Mum. It's either he goes, or I leave home.'
'Well, guess what? I'd choose your drunk father over you anyday, you stupid child.'
I don't even bother to pack my bags. I slam my door in her face, and take one last gulp from the cup of water I was clutching, and drop the cup. It breaks into jagged shards; and looking back at it now, I realise that it was like a symbol. A symbol that my time with them was over. I run out of the house, never looking back.
So I’m running. Running away from all of my problems; running from everything I ever held dear. Starting my life anew.
I’ve got nothing, I left everything back at that wretched place where I used to live. And I'm never coming back.
I’m out of breath; right now, I’m sitting on a park bench, panting heavily; my heartbeat pounding..
--
If you don't like it, just say so.
- Bloo
What I was doing was I was going to write a short story for my English assignment. The thing is, I don't know if it will be good enough.
So I'll post it up as I go. I won't post everything that I've done up at a time; I'll do it in small sections and so on.
Enjoy!
Note: Also, give me a name and a title.
--
'Mum, you know how Dad's abusive! He's like the Hulk, armed with his crack and glass of beer! PLEASE, LEAVE HIM.. Please.'
'I chose to marry your father for a reason, ungrateful brat.'
'I'll give you an ultimatum then, Mum. It's either he goes, or I leave home.'
'Well, guess what? I'd choose your drunk father over you anyday, you stupid child.'
I don't even bother to pack my bags. I slam my door in her face, and take one last gulp from the cup of water I was clutching, and drop the cup. It breaks into jagged shards; and looking back at it now, I realise that it was like a symbol. A symbol that my time with them was over. I run out of the house, never looking back.
So I’m running. Running away from all of my problems; running from everything I ever held dear. Starting my life anew.
I’ve got nothing, I left everything back at that wretched place where I used to live. And I'm never coming back.
I’m out of breath; right now, I’m sitting on a park bench, panting heavily; my heartbeat pounding..
--
If you don't like it, just say so.
- Bloo
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Hmm.
I never realised that songs could make you cry.
Well, anyway, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin made me cry.
I love old songs. If they're of the rock or early 90's grunge genre.
Probably makes me have bad taste in today's era.
Today's music makes me cringe sometimes. It's so new sounding.
Maybe because I live in the past.
I hate 2010.
I'm pretty sure this decade is going to suck.
It hasn't even been half a year yet and it sucks.
--
I'm bored.
Okay, so I'll tell you what I must do ensure in a song before I like it.
I'll have examples for each point -- For the ones that are negative, there are examples for them too; just that those songs are the types of songs that I dislike.
- Good, understandable, meaningful, decodeable lyrics.
i.e. Nirvana - Drain You. It shows that somehow, Kurt Cobain was going through a tough time. (Most likely based on his drug abuse.)
- A nice tune to it.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.
- If it isn't too boppy, but still has somewhat of a strong beat to it.
i.e. Three Days Grace - Just Like You
- If the music is able to project an image into my mind.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
- If it doesn't sound too new or tacky.
i.e. Ke$ha - Tik Tok
- If it isn't too lovey dovey.
i.e. Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
There are exceptions to these though. But they only apply to classical music.
-- GOODBYE.
Well, anyway, The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin made me cry.
I love old songs. If they're of the rock or early 90's grunge genre.
Probably makes me have bad taste in today's era.
Today's music makes me cringe sometimes. It's so new sounding.
Maybe because I live in the past.
I hate 2010.
I'm pretty sure this decade is going to suck.
It hasn't even been half a year yet and it sucks.
--
I'm bored.
Okay, so I'll tell you what I must do ensure in a song before I like it.
I'll have examples for each point -- For the ones that are negative, there are examples for them too; just that those songs are the types of songs that I dislike.
- Good, understandable, meaningful, decodeable lyrics.
i.e. Nirvana - Drain You. It shows that somehow, Kurt Cobain was going through a tough time. (Most likely based on his drug abuse.)
- A nice tune to it.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven.
- If it isn't too boppy, but still has somewhat of a strong beat to it.
i.e. Three Days Grace - Just Like You
- If the music is able to project an image into my mind.
i.e. Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song
- If it doesn't sound too new or tacky.
i.e. Ke$ha - Tik Tok
- If it isn't too lovey dovey.
i.e. Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
There are exceptions to these though. But they only apply to classical music.
-- GOODBYE.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I just found this comment . I love it so much I'm putting it up.
You say Soulja Boy? I say AC/DC.
You say Rihanna? I say Metallica.
You say Lil Wayne? I say Led Zeppelin.
You say Lady Gaga? I say Nirvana.
You say Jonas Brothers? I say Slipknot.
You say Eminem? I say Iron Maiden.
You say Justin Bieber? I say Avenged Sevenfold.
You say Hannah Montana? I scream heavy metal.
DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ROCK DIE!
Sorry.
I love that comment.
Hehe. <3
You say Rihanna? I say Metallica.
You say Lil Wayne? I say Led Zeppelin.
You say Lady Gaga? I say Nirvana.
You say Jonas Brothers? I say Slipknot.
You say Eminem? I say Iron Maiden.
You say Justin Bieber? I say Avenged Sevenfold.
You say Hannah Montana? I scream heavy metal.
DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ROCK DIE!
Sorry.
I love that comment.
Hehe. <3
Highway to Hell
As I have said many times already..
Highway to Hell is a song by AC/DC which will be in GLEE!
And AC/DC is an old-school AUSSIE rock band.
Not British.
Not American.
Not Seattle-an. (Which is in America.)
Not Jamaican.
Not Canadian.
But Australian!
OH YEAH!
I love AC/DC. They are LEGENDS.
Here's Highway to Hell for you all. I'll put up TNT later.
Highway to Hell is a song by AC/DC which will be in GLEE!
And AC/DC is an old-school AUSSIE rock band.
Not British.
Not American.
Not Seattle-an. (Which is in America.)
Not Jamaican.
Not Canadian.
But Australian!
OH YEAH!
I love AC/DC. They are LEGENDS.
Here's Highway to Hell for you all. I'll put up TNT later.
Stairway to Heaven
I know you guys don't like Led Zeppelin that much.. But this is a must hear.
You know, it's top on the 500 best rock songs ever. Even Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't top it.
-- Annie: Come As You Are is 14th. :(
Or something.
AND FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S NOT BORING. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO ACTUALLY APPRECIATE LED ZEPPELIN GOODNESS. :D
Over and out!
You know, it's top on the 500 best rock songs ever. Even Smells Like Teen Spirit doesn't top it.
-- Annie: Come As You Are is 14th. :(
Or something.
AND FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S NOT BORING. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE SONG TO ACTUALLY APPRECIATE LED ZEPPELIN GOODNESS. :D
Over and out!
It's a cute little old song.
It's called 'The Final Countdown' by Europe. I'm pretty sure you know it. Especially the beginning.
It's not my favourite, it's just cute, hehe.
It's not my favourite, it's just cute, hehe.
Just another story I've been doing.
It's okay, I'm still continuing on June + Winter.. I've just put that one on hold. :)
So I'll post it below:
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Let me sum up my life in a few words - I am one of those very few people who enjoy being alone and don't really enjoy another's company.
Fine, maybe more than a few words.
What I like to do is walking around school, sitting alone, clutching in my hand a pen and some paper. I find a nice bench and table, and sit there. So then some idiot decides to show up and uncovers a sword, covered in aluminium foil. Great. Out of all the people I want to see, I get to see him. Nate ____,
'YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME GIRL?'
I ignore him.
'WITH THAT PEN OF YOURS, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.'
I'm pretty sure that the phrase 'The pen is mighter than the sword' existed quite a long time ago. So yet again, I ignore him.
'Are you giving me the silent treatment, woman? In my world, you don't do that. Get back to the kitchen, woman.'
I hear him turn and leave off. My head's still down, focusing on my masterpiece that can make it or break it as a person. Writing's my passion; I can't see anything better or more enjoyable in it. It's probably why my maths results are rather lacking, now I think about it.
To me, people like him get on my nerves. He even makes fun of my name. Seriously, what's wrong with 'Rose'?
'Oh, if you want me to be happy, give me a Rose. Then, I'll be satisfied.' Nate's voice trails across the school grounds to reach my ear. I look up, he winks, and I put my head down again.
I think it's okay to say that my life sucks.
--
Criticise and say if it's good or bad; and best of all, THINK UP OF A TITLE.
I'm planning to get a Fictionpress later on, so yeah.
So I'll post it below:
--
Let me sum up my life in a few words - I am one of those very few people who enjoy being alone and don't really enjoy another's company.
Fine, maybe more than a few words.
What I like to do is walking around school, sitting alone, clutching in my hand a pen and some paper. I find a nice bench and table, and sit there. So then some idiot decides to show up and uncovers a sword, covered in aluminium foil. Great. Out of all the people I want to see, I get to see him. Nate ____,
'YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME GIRL?'
I ignore him.
'WITH THAT PEN OF YOURS, YOU'RE GOING DOWN.'
I'm pretty sure that the phrase 'The pen is mighter than the sword' existed quite a long time ago. So yet again, I ignore him.
'Are you giving me the silent treatment, woman? In my world, you don't do that. Get back to the kitchen, woman.'
I hear him turn and leave off. My head's still down, focusing on my masterpiece that can make it or break it as a person. Writing's my passion; I can't see anything better or more enjoyable in it. It's probably why my maths results are rather lacking, now I think about it.
To me, people like him get on my nerves. He even makes fun of my name. Seriously, what's wrong with 'Rose'?
'Oh, if you want me to be happy, give me a Rose. Then, I'll be satisfied.' Nate's voice trails across the school grounds to reach my ear. I look up, he winks, and I put my head down again.
I think it's okay to say that my life sucks.
--
Criticise and say if it's good or bad; and best of all, THINK UP OF A TITLE.
I'm planning to get a Fictionpress later on, so yeah.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I dunno, I'm just bored, so I'm posting.
This post shall go on about nothing, and won't make sense. So don't bother reading it unless if you're that bothered.
Anyway.
To do list:
- PD assignment. I have no idea how to do this. Rachel, please help.
- To hug my cousin. Again.
That's pretty much all.
I'm getting braces in July. Oh my goshness.
Or somewhere around there. They're gonna pull my teeth out. Oh dear. Does it hurt, I wonder?
I recently changed dentists. Again. And now I go all the way to Burwood to get my teeth checked. But this guy is really good. And Jessica Nguyen goes to him too. I like Viet people.
Gah. I'm so scared.
About anything and everything.
I dunno what I'm doing right now.
What AM I doing right now? Apart from the obvious. Like typing, breathing, pumping blood around the body, etc.
I guess for those random paedophilic stalkers out there, I bet they'd like to get an insight of a thirteen year old's mind.
Wait, am I thirteen?
Or am I still twelve?
Oh wait.
I'm thirteen.
I'm old.
And fat.
Well, not fat.
But okay sized.
Average.
I guess.
I dunno.
I want a pimple.
Teehee.
Anyway.
To do list:
- PD assignment. I have no idea how to do this. Rachel, please help.
- To hug my cousin. Again.
That's pretty much all.
I'm getting braces in July. Oh my goshness.
Or somewhere around there. They're gonna pull my teeth out. Oh dear. Does it hurt, I wonder?
I recently changed dentists. Again. And now I go all the way to Burwood to get my teeth checked. But this guy is really good. And Jessica Nguyen goes to him too. I like Viet people.
Gah. I'm so scared.
About anything and everything.
I dunno what I'm doing right now.
What AM I doing right now? Apart from the obvious. Like typing, breathing, pumping blood around the body, etc.
I guess for those random paedophilic stalkers out there, I bet they'd like to get an insight of a thirteen year old's mind.
Wait, am I thirteen?
Or am I still twelve?
Oh wait.
I'm thirteen.
I'm old.
And fat.
Well, not fat.
But okay sized.
Average.
I guess.
I dunno.
I want a pimple.
Teehee.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Bored. (:
I'm trying to write that June && Winter story again. But methinks I can't.
BUT ANYWAY..
Winter and June.
They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.
--
She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.
--
- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.
Bloo
BUT ANYWAY..
Winter and June.
They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.
--
She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.
--
- if you want more, comment and say that you want more.
Bloo
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