It has finally ended.
Doushirou de Gozaru.
IT ENDED, GODDAMNIT!
I’ll certainly miss that samurai from Nevada, and Kensuke’s humorous acts. I’ll miss Eri-tan’s (Eri-rin?) bursts of laughter. I’ll miss Saotome, the loligori. I’ll miss Ikeuchi, the bald prince-wannabe, Sato, the cowardly bully, Kanno, the jerk, Rei-chan, the wimpy older brother, and all of them.
Why does it have to end so abruptly?
(Real blog post coming in a moment, btw)
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That’s fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.
They say there’s no future for us. They’re right.
Which is fine with us.
(Sorry if you’ve seen this one already, but it’s an absolute favourite of mine)
STUPID VIRUS THAT TURNS MY .DOC FILE EXTENSION TO .SCR.
Does anybody know how to fix this? AVG can’t seem to spot it, except for once.
GODDAMNIT WOMAN COMPUTER. I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY TRUE LOVE, MY MISSING PIECE, THAT LITTLE TADBIT THAT COMPLETES ME.
YOU DON’T LOVE ME.
Okay, now that the caps lock ranting is over, let’s get to the actual topic (but seriously, does anyone know how to fix it?).
WHICH IS MORE CAPS LOCK FOR YOU.
(Don’t mind, this is just a random IM log between Sacchan and me)
Lihat! Post dalam Bahasa Indonesia! Sayangnya, aku nggak bisa ngepost yang “berbobot” kalau seperti ini. :/
Huahh… nggak natural…
Ya, karena aku sudah ngepost tentang kesedihanku atas akhir liburan, sekarang aku sudah kehabisan topik. Kecuali sesuatu yang aku baru pikirkan.
Ah.
Eng.
Ehm.
…
Bingung, bingung, bingung. Hari ini hari pertama masuk sekolah, tapi malahan… kabur. Ahahaha. Gurunya juga nggak niat ngajar. Tetapi pada hari ini ada satu pelajaran yang saya takuti gurunya: Fisika. Nah, si Bu M ini, sejak pertama kali masuk kelas, reiatsu auranya sudah kerasa menekan. Tipe guru Sparta. Takut nanti menghadapinya gimana hari Rabu nanti…
Ya… paling tidak anak-anak sekelas juga pada kabur sepertinya… Yay, solidaritas! *dihajar*
Oh iya… terus kalau ada yang mau blognya di-feature di sidebar… bilang saja, ok… silahkan berpromosi (ya, nggak akan dapat banyak publisitas sih, disini…)
(I’ll edit this later when I think of smarter stuff)
So much better on holidays!
That’s why we only work when-
We need the money.
– [Jacqueline] Franz Ferdinand
Goodbye, holidays. I will forever mourn for you as I study at school. Today the rankings got announced. I only got the fifth rank. I’ve always been considered the first, or even at the lowest, second, since primary school up to junior high. Now that I’m back in Indonesia and am clueless about the school system my grades went down.
=(
Here is a short ode to the holidays. I don’t have even an inch of a poetic side in me, but hey, at least this is aesthetically appealing.
Ode to Holidays
You were only here for a while
Not forever, surely, but
I doubt I’ll see you
Any time soon.
To Holidays,
Ciao.
Adios.
Sayonara.
Das-vidania.
Selamat tinggal.
Auf wiedersehen.
And lastly, before
You get to go,
Good-bye.
For now.
Later.
=(
Well… I just saw this test, right, and just had to take it…
What is your political ideology?
Make Your Own Quiz
It looks so cool, okay, I couldn’t resist. Though there were plenty of spelling errors in the test, and the results still have some, too…
To make up for its pointlessness, have some poetry:
FIRSTLY: I apologize for whatever generalization may be found here. I certainly don’t mean any offense except to those I direct it to. Sorry for its messiness; this came rather suddenly.
Something that has been concerning me in both fandom and real life is the girl-hating attitude commonly found in those of that gender.
(This is a self-reflection. Feel free to ignore unless you’re interested in the wreck that I call Self. Don’t worry, I’ll be more cheerful later.)
… that you never know when you’re giving out much more personal happenings than people would like to read, or when you don’t say enough about yourself that people have no idea what kind of person you are. I mean, things that I find funny in real life wouldn’t always be amusing to others. Hmm, does that mean I’ve only been amusing myself?
I sure hope not. So have another daily recount.
First things first. I am your not-so-average high school student, Amanda K. My hobbies involve writing and drawing. Though ranting about things is starting not to be a mere stress relief.
I'm usually not that serious (I can be) and I'm not very sensitive most things (though once more, I can be). I'll either talk about the same basic principles or go on about my current thing. But not to worry; hopefully it'll be interesting, eh?
