| Base Ball Bear fun! |
[09 Apr 2007|10:36pm] |
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彼氏彼女の関係（新しい関係Ver.) - Base Ball Bear |
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I don't use my LJ that much, so I'll just repost whatever I post on my Blogger onto here.
These are two episodes of Base Ball Bear's Base Ball Variety.
( NUMBER 1 )
( NUMBER 2 )
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| Pooooointless! |
[18 Jan 2007|09:57pm] |
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 He's taking a shower. Hehehe. |
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Elvis - noodles |
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I should probably make my own icons, since I seem to be taking a lot.
I should give back to the LJ population.
But alas, I shall not.
Instead, I'll do my flashcard terms.
:)
I promise during the summer!
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| Wow. |
[15 Jan 2007|06:56pm] |
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鐵竹堂Jason & 南拳媽媽Lara - Say That U Love Me |
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Hmm, I haven't posted to this in a while. I originally had this as my story blog, wasn't it? Then my mom's eMac went and died. TWICE. So those stories are long gone, and I don't want to finish the stories. I personally hated them, because there were a reflection of what I wanted my life to be like - straight out of a manga.
Perhaps I can post my comics here, if I could only figure out why my scanner died on me.
Maybe I have the touch of death.
Any electronic immediately dies at my touch! Muahahah!
(Not true. This computer hasn't died yet, and my iPod seems to be fine, despite looking like I threw it in a blender.)
Life's been kind of pointless now.
Finals are coming.
I'd better start my outline.
It's not fair. It's freezing here, but there's no snow. So what's the point of it being so damn cold? I wouldn't mind if there was snow. But San Francisco is evil like that. I'm stuck with one outline, two blankets, and three cups of hot cocoa to drag with me late into the night.
My 3-day weekend is almost over, and I still haven't done my outline. At least it's the last thing to do.
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| Woot! |
[25 Nov 2006|06:51pm] |
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 Broke but happy! |
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Ellegarden : Koukasen |
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This might seem like a useless post, but it's not!
I am proudly announcing that I now own a real copy of the Ellegarden CD.
Which means thaaaat...
I shall translate all the lyrics!
Yep!
But they aren't in the post.
Fear not, I shall do it while doing my homework.
I've got Winter halfway done...
So yeah.
Basically I'm doing this so that other people don't try posting up the transliterated/translated lyrics D:<
I've got a claim on it! I'm the one! XD
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| One glance is all I need. |
[21 Sep 2006|06:36pm] |
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SAYONARA-NOSTALGIA [last summer] - BaseBallBear |
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It's amazing how quickly the brain processes information.
When I think of the "Club Axon" method I learned in Psychology, it seems like the brain is pretty slow.
But one glance changes everything.
I accidentally looked back on a picture of him when I was browsing around online. I liked him for about 3 months, but a relationship was out of the question. We go to different schools, we WERE best friends, and now what? I can't even have a decent conversation on AIM or even that one time in person. We hardly ever see each other. I can look at his yearbook photo and laugh. But I saw the picture of him in his living room---and now I'm sick to my stomach because I miss him.
During class, I had nothing to do. My friend was peer-editting my essay and I had finished hers. I could have corrected another person's paper, but no one was asking. I stared as hard as I could at the ground, which is really hard, because the guy I CURRENTLY like is right in front of me. His chair faces sideways, and he turned his body to face me, so I was basically right there, in his line of vision; inversely, he was in my line of vision. There's nothing special about him. He's quiet, tall, and if you were to ask anyone else, he's not even "attractive" by most girls' standards.
But I want to know him.
I don't even care if he wears normal clothes. Nothing fancy.
His pants hike up to show his socks when he sits down. He's that tall.
I just want to figure out how to talk to him.
Personal griping is best done on LiveJournal because I can say the names of the guys.
But I take an extra precaution, y'know? I'll change this post later to have the names.
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| Depression for me |
[08 Aug 2006|11:38pm] |
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 Where's the fun in life? |
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Salamander - Ellegarden! |
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It's odd, if you think about it.
What do other people feel?
Just how separate are we from each other?
We are convinced we know one another, but what is there inside that is hidden?
Too many questions, too late to ask. Literally.
It makes me quite sad to think about what I can't see in other people.
Am I supposed to follow some sort of regulation?
Do I smile at the right times, do I appear good?
The people I want to know better are always the farthest away.
I kid around, and when it's at the wrong times, I curse silently for days, regretting what I have done.
I don't want to have everyone know me.
I just want to understand everyone.
I have a deep desire to understand, to feel what others are feeling.
Even if it's pain, I want to share that pain.
Because I don't want people to think they are lonely.
I don't want them to feel my own pain.
There are moments when I like being myself, but watching others, I wonder, "What's it like to be them? I wouldn't know this person, or that person."
I fear that I put too much feelings into one person.
"Do you think I'm important? Maybe I think about you too much during the day."
For my family, it's a given.
But for my friends...
I start to cry sometimes when there is silence on the other end of the line.
I start to cry when I hear forced laughter
or apologies
or just talking in the background.
I admit, I cry a lot.
There is nothing wrong with being sad or having tears run down your face.
But in this society, it's viewed in so many ways.
For me, I think crying from the bottom of your heart is the most beautiful thing.
Crying for death, crying because you're happy - the only bad sort of crying is the one used purposely to bring pity or guilt to others.
Is it not time yet for me to have someone to talk about this to someone?
Is rejection that painful?
Is that the only pain I wish not to feel?
The only thing that makes me happy is Ellegarden's new single.
Just in the nick of time.
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| Arise, fair maiden! |
[23 Jul 2006|07:21pm] |
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 Advil is my savior. |
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Unicorn ; Straightener |
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I don't know why I put that as the subject, I just did.
This heat is getting to me. (But I've got it easy - it's only in the 90s or so. Imagine in Fresno! 115 is unimaginable.)
I suppose I could write another story (soon), and I have an idea now of what to write. It will be an attempt to write in 2nd person perpective. (Is that possible? I wonder if I can manage.)
( Of course, there is also my own life to dramatize. )
Life is quite sad, really. Tragic, even.
I should just stick to one guy. *cough*
My life is stupid!
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| Restart |
[17 Jul 2006|03:45pm] |
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 Spare the damn AIR, please. |
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Why Georgia - John Mayer |
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Well now. I guess I should throw myself right back into LiveJournal since Xanga is (once again) losing it appeal, my MySpace is in the process of having a layout change from scratch, and my other journals are long dead.
The story I originally posted here was lost when my computer was crashed.
Amazingly, I speak as if I have readers.
Anyway, I'm trying to figure out how to:
1. Make a nice(r) layout for this site, because obviously other sites PWN me.
2. Write a story from a boy's point of view. Yes, I am strange enough to walk around thinking what would my life be like if I weren't a boy. Well, the first thing I come up with is "I wouldn't have to deal with my period."
Oh, I think my last sentence gave a hint to my pissy mood. If you could even tell if I was pissy.
I guess I'll get my Xanga friends, my real friends, and lots of strangers in the big internet world to read this crap.
And if the writing gig doesn't work out, I can always resume downloading music.
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| Useless update |
[23 Jan 2006|08:45pm] |
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 Finals are hell. |
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Space Sonic ; ELLEGARDEN |
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AHHHH.
Lisa, read this short chapter.
Friday = my soulmate =]
( 5. )
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| Fourth time around |
[15 Nov 2005|09:18pm] |
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 Homework and Tests! |
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Hummingbird ; little by little |
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Just in case more people start reading my story, I'll explain each character (and the reason behind their corny names).
Memoir: I actually got this name because my friend Rina and I were a bit obsessed with the word. It came up, I put it, tada. She is the main character and has a sad childhood.
Riley: He's a guy! I don't like the name but it came up from a random dictionary search. I like the letter R, and so I chose Riley. That's pretty much it. He has a deep, guilty feeling....O_O
Naomi: This name....is special. I have a love-hate relationship with this name. I didn't want a common name like Jennifer or Jessica (plus they sound stupid) and I figured if Memoir would have parents who named her weird, why not Naomi? She's talkative and a colorful character. I try to make her despicable but there is always a way you can sympathize with her.
Okay, on to the story. It get's shorter and shorter....
( 4. )
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| Repition is the key. |
[14 Nov 2005|09:20pm] |
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 *rubs eyes* |
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Je Reviens |
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Yes, I am posting this everyday! Indeed. Since I've been typing this out for so long, I have more than 50 chapters done. Some are short, some are long. Anyway, the only reader is Lisa. (Psst, spread the news, Lisa!)
Enjoy.
And if you can't tell, each chapter is from a different viewpoint. There are three characters so far...I hope you can tell. I'll explain the characters tomorrow =]
( 3. )
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| Continue |
[13 Nov 2005|12:13pm] |
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 Happy Birthday to me! <3 |
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Here With Me ; Michelle Branch |
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I guess since it's my birthday, I should really be out celebrating ^_^
But I've got to look for directions to Todai...Mmm. Yup. Here's the second chapter of the first part of my unnamed story.
By the way...How the hell do you make live journal layouts? *totally clueless*
( 2. )
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| The beginning |
[12 Nov 2005|09:46pm] |
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 Mmhmm... |
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Lonely In Gorgeous |
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Hey, I could use this as a site to post my beautiful story...but whatever. I shall. The story has no title, and the character names aren't really permanent. It's ongoing and very flawed. I began writing it a few months ago, and some of the characters are losely based on real people.
( Begin. )
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