it was a sunny day- almost the end of the school year. i came home and went straight to my room (like usual). it was… really quiet in the house. i could hear the the faint noise of the traffic on the highway about a mile away from my house. anyways- i went to my room. i dropped my coat and school bag on the floor and sat down on my bed to continue reading 1Q84. you know when you start reading, you start by sitting in a very “normal” sitting position and then end up all twisted? so that happened and in the end i was lying on my stomach with the book opened infront of me- my body curled around the blanket. and then- i really have absolutely no clue at all but i fell asleep. i swear. i have no idea when. i was reading one second and asleep the other. i wasnt even tired during that time. everything was just so… cozy. it was quiet- almost summer so it wasn’t too hot nor too cold. lying on bed reading then… quietly snoozing. i was completely unaware. it was…strange. i woke up half an hour later to the phone ringing. if it wasnt for that i think i would have slept on for probably another hour until my parents come home.
after i hung up the phone i was… really scared. because i was reading. i was just reading and then i fell asleep. it felt… strange. because im the kind that can absolutely not sleep if there’s a tiny bit of light or noise. someone flick a light switch and im up. that day i had my window opened and it was quite sunny outside.
i am a girl but i like to dress up like a boy and confuse people
there’s not much to know about me ‘cept i don’t talk much. i wouldnt talk to you about what i did last weekend or what i think about this group/person. but i would gladly talk to you about things we have in common-especially if you’re into visual arts.
i am- an artist?
but what makes an artist an artist? is it how good they put their ideas onto something concrete? how stable the ending result looks like? or how accurate their creations look?
i cannot say which but what i can tell you is that artists must have confidence in their work. we don’t draw/paint/film/design what we want but what we can. we do everything independently. in mind we might have had another idea but once put into reality it just…isn’t the same. is it the same for every artist out there? i cannot say. but this is a little bit about how i feel about being able to put onto paper confidently what comes into my mind.
last updated: wed july 18 2012
i just finnished watching evagelion 1.0 you are (not) alone
just…wow is all i can say
the ending was sorta expected since the good always win
but shinji’s way of thinking about the people around him how they don’t need him and how they always expect him to do the job he’s asked to do is very saddening
I really want to know more about the father
overall i would recommend this movie definently
when they don’t understand my sarcasm
…so they take it literally as it is
i just finnished watching Love of Siam. holy lord-one of the best bl movies my face is a mess from all the crying how weak and strong love can be what it can do to a person and their kiss…
I just finished watching no.6
what can i say
I’m a mess right now from all the crying
it wasn’t how i expected
to be just another anime.
how people can really change
its so much more