I'm not as close to him as I used to be...
Hope it gets in.
Ah, whatever. Great ending. I'm still very happy with all the ideas expressed in it!!:) *gloat*
Here it goes....
Our misbegotten world
I will not be writing these words down, to mourn the ones who have passed away. Indeed, no. That would be an insult to those who are dead, and to their memories. I can only say that they were one of the most brilliant beings that I have ever known, and that the world should grieve for them. I will not give their names, for some might dishonor their names in the future.
It was a rather hot day when this incident happened. There were seven of us, I believe- A, G, H, M, N, S and myself. We lived- oh how heavenly it seems compared to the beautiful, but savage world that I now occupy! –In a dark, damp place, and there were mold growing on the walls of the cave. However, now and then, one would get a glimpse of a light, shining far above us. I had often wondered what lay there…but there were also times when that light was gone, suddenly extinguished, as if a giant being had squeezed out the light. We called the periods with light “day” and the periods without light “night”. However, the lengths of days and nights were unpredictable, giving us no hint as to when there would be light and when there would be none. Then, there were the constant floods that we had to deal with. It would almost always happen when the light was on. Our babies, helpless, would often die in the floods. Sometimes, a sort of a long, lifeless, thick thread fell with the water, with little bits of white flakes that we often consumed. However, in our wildest dreams, we dreamed of something sweet to ease the hunger that we experienced. Now that I think of it, the foolish quest began for the search for a better place.
M, N, and A were all friends of mine, and S was my cousin. We had conversed, at great length, about the prospect of getting out of this cave. We knew that we would have to crawl- the air inside the cave was too humid, and the walls too slippery, to do anything but crawl. The danger of the water, we noted, was also great- but it was a risk worth taking. Often, I noticed H listening to us. He was young, curious, and full of passion. Unlike many other youngsters, who were content with their lives in the filth, he seemed eager for a new world.
“When are you going to go?” He asked me one day.
“What do you mean?” I said, pretending not to know.
“The great escape. You know…the exodus from this dreary place,” he said, betraying the passion in his voice. “I never wanted to be here. I hated it, the dark and the mold and the moisture…could I please come with you?” He looked as if he was betting his life on this. For a moment, I was afraid that if I declined, he would kill me on that very place, at that very moment.
I couldn’t say anything for a moment. H was too young…but then, we needed some young blood. Besides, he was bigger than any of us.
“Yes. Can you bring anyone along?”
“My friend G wants to come…I’ll persuade her…” Muttering about something, he left me, and I stared into the hypnotizing light of the day.
I went to talk to the rest of us, A, M, N, and S. A was a very considerate female, and always had been, with her soft- hearted ways.
“I’m worried about G,” she said, in a quiet, calm voice.
“Why?”
“She’s…introvert and fragile. She might not survive the climb. It might be that the water - ”
M cut her off. “I don’t think so. I have watched the water numerous times…I think it would be okay. What we need to really worry about is the practical stuff, the things that we need to survive.” Intelligent and a keen observer that he was, M was more worried about our survival. “Suppose,” he said to us, “That there is a predator on the other side. Now, I’m not saying that there is one, but we must be careful. Then, there is the prospect of a sudden flood while we climb. Does anyone have any ideas?”
N spoke up, hesitantly, a silent, wispy male that looked into the mysteries of the past. “Well, I think we would be fine, given that there were explorers into the other world before.” He was covered with a silvery sheen, something that made him look ageless.
S spoke up, his eyes starry with his fantasies. “ Really? What happened to them?”
“I don’t know…but records show that one of the explorers said that it was ‘a heaven on earth…a place to dwell for all eternity.’ But, none of them ever came back.”
“Perhaps they all lived in a kind of paradise, where sweet scents waft in the air every day.”S asserted.
“Maybe they were all killed,” I said, the hidden pessimistic realist springing up.
“Perhaps, but perhaps not.” There was annoyance stirring in S’s eyes. I made a mental note to converse more gently with S in the future. It wasn’t his fault that he snatched fruitlessly at dreams, always missing them, as they gently fluttered out of his life.
The conversation between us ended there, because H came back with G. We briefly, but formally introduced ourselves.
Then, the lights abruptly shut down. Night was beginning.
“Oh, how nice, how exactly on time,” M said, “as if we are being pushed to go right now. As if we have all our problems solved.”
“But this is the time to go,” N and S said, simultaneously. N nervously became quiet, while S continued; “We don’t know. It is appointed for us. It’s all an act from the being that rules above us.”
We would have liked to be more prepared- perhaps on full stomachs- but we didn’t have time. We had to leave at night, where there would be less chance of us being found. As we didn’t know how long this night was going to be, we left at the first hint of darkness.
The climb was easier than I thought, though we heard some distant rumbles in the distance. Water dripped off the cave walls, and once or twice, we were nearly trapped in the water. We lost our friend A that way. The water got her, and before she could scream or struggle, the water wrapped around her entire body, as if it was a living glove squeezing out her life essence, and she was dead, drowned. I closed my eyes and went on. Behind me, I could hear sounds of sadness and grief from M. He was her mate, after all. Although rather gruff at times, I knew that they loved each other sincerely, and that M was deeply hurt by her loss. I would have liked to mourn her, too, but we didn’t have much time. The darkness could be over soon. I prayed for the kindest female I had ever known.
We endured the climb, our senses growing weaker by the moment. Once or twice, we rested for a very brief moment. I can only remember the slight stench that rose from below. It was the stench of our previous homes. I couldn’t believe that we lived in something so dirty, so foul. Already I could feel slight drafts of air and the freshness of it.
We kept climbing again and again, the scene never changing. I noticed
that there was more water as we climbed up. It was a strange phenomenon at that time, but I never thought much about it. I only concentrated on the climb itself, and the dizziness of it.
Suddenly, we had reached the end. There was a very hard substance, giving off a dim grayish light. There was a space on the substance, and through it, I could see the light, the light that threatened to blind me. Years of living in the dark, it seemed, had robbed us of the power to see clearly. I swore that it would change from now- that our children, and their children, and their children after them, would adjust to the light and live no more in blindness. I climbed out of the hole, and then, helped the others. Then, we all mourned for A.
“She was the greatest being I had ever known,” G remarked.
“The greatest mate one can have,” M said, his spirit broken, or near to.
“We stand here, for the sacrifice of A, for her kindly spirit. May her spirit last in peace.”
“Forever!”
“Forever!”
“Forever!”
The rite had ended; and as we scurried around, we found that we were at the base of a large white pillar. Unanimously, we began to climb up. It was a decision that was never spoken. It was an instinct, perhaps our desire to look for a better place by going up, perhaps the real motive behind our search for eternal paradise- to go up.
During the middle of the climb, we could see that there was another light that was brighter, filtering through a thin crack near the floor, blocked by a wall. But what really grabbed our attention was a red light, shimmering from somewhere high on our left side. It shone continuously, never faltering. It wasn’t the light of the day, but it was still magnificent.
“It must be a monument or something,” G said quietly. Everyone was looking at the light. It was nothing like I had ever seen. It was not like the light that we experienced at daytime. It was more reddish, but it didn’t seem like a warning more than a guide, a welcome guide to our travels, a signal for eternal peace and happiness, and it shone like a beacon of hope. It lifted our weary spirits.
Suddenly, the light of the day exploded in our faces. We were in the shadows, but it was still surprising to see the day, without warning, begin. We all gasped with awe- it was so honorable that we should be seeing this light of the day in person. We felt as if we were specifically chosen.
“It’s a miracle from the beings who guide us above,” S remarked quietly, the beauty of the sight filling his large eyes. However, I was more interested in its sudden birth, how it had majestically appeared from nowhere. I was beginning to wonder about this, when the calamity happened.
A whole section of our world opened. There was a white wall on the opposite side of us, the crack with the white light filtering in opening, showing us more of the white light- a light that seemed peaceful, and beckoning. In came a vast deity that, I thought, would perhaps send us to paradise. We didn’t move. In the hard orange surface of the world beyond us, there were plenty of water and white…pillars. I can only describe them as pillars. They were hard, smooth, spotless, and formed strange geographic structures. The deity was too vast to be seen by us. Rather, it was a blur in the distance.
“Hello. We are citizens from the cave,” I spoke quietly, awed by its sheer size, the grace and fluidity of its movements, and the barely suppressed strength within its limbs. It was a sight worth all the things that I had held dear. I could see the giant coming towards us- it had five, or perhaps, four limbs. It was hard to see because of its size. Perhaps it would teach us the secret of our lives. I had a vision in my head of its solemn voice, chanting aloud the secrets of the universe, long forgotten, and us, crouching down on the floor, listening with a fever for learning, hanging on to its every word, wondering about the world around us. I was sorely mistaken.
The being- whatever its fiendish name is- bent toward us, and with one mighty swipe of its huge, gigantic limb, killed G, M, N, and S immediately, squishing them against the hard, orange surface. I immediately scurried to hide behind a strange formation of the hard white things- it curved where I hid, and I could faintly hear the water splashing. I could only helplessly watch as H was rooted out, and also killed. His screams of despair still echo in my head, and haunt me. The most horrible thing is that, even when they were dead, some remains of them- a limb there; some intestines here- had stuck to the white surface, seemly mocking me with its pure color. I wept, not because of fear, but of anger. I cursed the giant, but it went out, the taunting light of the day disappeared, and was replaced by the small treacherous red light.
These are the events that have happened until now. I do not know what will happen in the future- my future, and the giant’s. I must avenge my friends, but I realize now that I am no match against the giant. I curse the light of the day that led me into this fruitless adventure.
……………………………..
“Mother, mother, look!” said little Jenny, aged 5. “I killed six bugs in the bathroom yesterday. There were seven, but now the last one’s dead! Look!”
Mrs. Anderson wearily turned her head. There was a dead bug, trapped in a spider’s web. It looked like a fruit fly, but she couldn’t be sure. Anyway, it was some sort of a small flying insect.
“Yes, Jenny. Good job, girl.”
As Jenny left, smiling, Mrs. Anderson took a bug spray and killed the spider. The dead bug was thrown unceremoniously into the toilet and was flushed.
……………………………………
God watched this from all above. He frowned, and then cut two years off Jenny’s life.
Ah, whatever. Great ending. I'm still very happy with all the ideas expressed in it!!:) *gloat*
Here it goes....
Our misbegotten world
I will not be writing these words down, to mourn the ones who have passed away. Indeed, no. That would be an insult to those who are dead, and to their memories. I can only say that they were one of the most brilliant beings that I have ever known, and that the world should grieve for them. I will not give their names, for some might dishonor their names in the future.
It was a rather hot day when this incident happened. There were seven of us, I believe- A, G, H, M, N, S and myself. We lived- oh how heavenly it seems compared to the beautiful, but savage world that I now occupy! –In a dark, damp place, and there were mold growing on the walls of the cave. However, now and then, one would get a glimpse of a light, shining far above us. I had often wondered what lay there…but there were also times when that light was gone, suddenly extinguished, as if a giant being had squeezed out the light. We called the periods with light “day” and the periods without light “night”. However, the lengths of days and nights were unpredictable, giving us no hint as to when there would be light and when there would be none. Then, there were the constant floods that we had to deal with. It would almost always happen when the light was on. Our babies, helpless, would often die in the floods. Sometimes, a sort of a long, lifeless, thick thread fell with the water, with little bits of white flakes that we often consumed. However, in our wildest dreams, we dreamed of something sweet to ease the hunger that we experienced. Now that I think of it, the foolish quest began for the search for a better place.
M, N, and A were all friends of mine, and S was my cousin. We had conversed, at great length, about the prospect of getting out of this cave. We knew that we would have to crawl- the air inside the cave was too humid, and the walls too slippery, to do anything but crawl. The danger of the water, we noted, was also great- but it was a risk worth taking. Often, I noticed H listening to us. He was young, curious, and full of passion. Unlike many other youngsters, who were content with their lives in the filth, he seemed eager for a new world.
“When are you going to go?” He asked me one day.
“What do you mean?” I said, pretending not to know.
“The great escape. You know…the exodus from this dreary place,” he said, betraying the passion in his voice. “I never wanted to be here. I hated it, the dark and the mold and the moisture…could I please come with you?” He looked as if he was betting his life on this. For a moment, I was afraid that if I declined, he would kill me on that very place, at that very moment.
I couldn’t say anything for a moment. H was too young…but then, we needed some young blood. Besides, he was bigger than any of us.
“Yes. Can you bring anyone along?”
“My friend G wants to come…I’ll persuade her…” Muttering about something, he left me, and I stared into the hypnotizing light of the day.
I went to talk to the rest of us, A, M, N, and S. A was a very considerate female, and always had been, with her soft- hearted ways.
“I’m worried about G,” she said, in a quiet, calm voice.
“Why?”
“She’s…introvert and fragile. She might not survive the climb. It might be that the water - ”
M cut her off. “I don’t think so. I have watched the water numerous times…I think it would be okay. What we need to really worry about is the practical stuff, the things that we need to survive.” Intelligent and a keen observer that he was, M was more worried about our survival. “Suppose,” he said to us, “That there is a predator on the other side. Now, I’m not saying that there is one, but we must be careful. Then, there is the prospect of a sudden flood while we climb. Does anyone have any ideas?”
N spoke up, hesitantly, a silent, wispy male that looked into the mysteries of the past. “Well, I think we would be fine, given that there were explorers into the other world before.” He was covered with a silvery sheen, something that made him look ageless.
S spoke up, his eyes starry with his fantasies. “ Really? What happened to them?”
“I don’t know…but records show that one of the explorers said that it was ‘a heaven on earth…a place to dwell for all eternity.’ But, none of them ever came back.”
“Perhaps they all lived in a kind of paradise, where sweet scents waft in the air every day.”S asserted.
“Maybe they were all killed,” I said, the hidden pessimistic realist springing up.
“Perhaps, but perhaps not.” There was annoyance stirring in S’s eyes. I made a mental note to converse more gently with S in the future. It wasn’t his fault that he snatched fruitlessly at dreams, always missing them, as they gently fluttered out of his life.
The conversation between us ended there, because H came back with G. We briefly, but formally introduced ourselves.
Then, the lights abruptly shut down. Night was beginning.
“Oh, how nice, how exactly on time,” M said, “as if we are being pushed to go right now. As if we have all our problems solved.”
“But this is the time to go,” N and S said, simultaneously. N nervously became quiet, while S continued; “We don’t know. It is appointed for us. It’s all an act from the being that rules above us.”
We would have liked to be more prepared- perhaps on full stomachs- but we didn’t have time. We had to leave at night, where there would be less chance of us being found. As we didn’t know how long this night was going to be, we left at the first hint of darkness.
The climb was easier than I thought, though we heard some distant rumbles in the distance. Water dripped off the cave walls, and once or twice, we were nearly trapped in the water. We lost our friend A that way. The water got her, and before she could scream or struggle, the water wrapped around her entire body, as if it was a living glove squeezing out her life essence, and she was dead, drowned. I closed my eyes and went on. Behind me, I could hear sounds of sadness and grief from M. He was her mate, after all. Although rather gruff at times, I knew that they loved each other sincerely, and that M was deeply hurt by her loss. I would have liked to mourn her, too, but we didn’t have much time. The darkness could be over soon. I prayed for the kindest female I had ever known.
We endured the climb, our senses growing weaker by the moment. Once or twice, we rested for a very brief moment. I can only remember the slight stench that rose from below. It was the stench of our previous homes. I couldn’t believe that we lived in something so dirty, so foul. Already I could feel slight drafts of air and the freshness of it.
We kept climbing again and again, the scene never changing. I noticed
that there was more water as we climbed up. It was a strange phenomenon at that time, but I never thought much about it. I only concentrated on the climb itself, and the dizziness of it.
Suddenly, we had reached the end. There was a very hard substance, giving off a dim grayish light. There was a space on the substance, and through it, I could see the light, the light that threatened to blind me. Years of living in the dark, it seemed, had robbed us of the power to see clearly. I swore that it would change from now- that our children, and their children, and their children after them, would adjust to the light and live no more in blindness. I climbed out of the hole, and then, helped the others. Then, we all mourned for A.
“She was the greatest being I had ever known,” G remarked.
“The greatest mate one can have,” M said, his spirit broken, or near to.
“We stand here, for the sacrifice of A, for her kindly spirit. May her spirit last in peace.”
“Forever!”
“Forever!”
“Forever!”
The rite had ended; and as we scurried around, we found that we were at the base of a large white pillar. Unanimously, we began to climb up. It was a decision that was never spoken. It was an instinct, perhaps our desire to look for a better place by going up, perhaps the real motive behind our search for eternal paradise- to go up.
During the middle of the climb, we could see that there was another light that was brighter, filtering through a thin crack near the floor, blocked by a wall. But what really grabbed our attention was a red light, shimmering from somewhere high on our left side. It shone continuously, never faltering. It wasn’t the light of the day, but it was still magnificent.
“It must be a monument or something,” G said quietly. Everyone was looking at the light. It was nothing like I had ever seen. It was not like the light that we experienced at daytime. It was more reddish, but it didn’t seem like a warning more than a guide, a welcome guide to our travels, a signal for eternal peace and happiness, and it shone like a beacon of hope. It lifted our weary spirits.
Suddenly, the light of the day exploded in our faces. We were in the shadows, but it was still surprising to see the day, without warning, begin. We all gasped with awe- it was so honorable that we should be seeing this light of the day in person. We felt as if we were specifically chosen.
“It’s a miracle from the beings who guide us above,” S remarked quietly, the beauty of the sight filling his large eyes. However, I was more interested in its sudden birth, how it had majestically appeared from nowhere. I was beginning to wonder about this, when the calamity happened.
A whole section of our world opened. There was a white wall on the opposite side of us, the crack with the white light filtering in opening, showing us more of the white light- a light that seemed peaceful, and beckoning. In came a vast deity that, I thought, would perhaps send us to paradise. We didn’t move. In the hard orange surface of the world beyond us, there were plenty of water and white…pillars. I can only describe them as pillars. They were hard, smooth, spotless, and formed strange geographic structures. The deity was too vast to be seen by us. Rather, it was a blur in the distance.
“Hello. We are citizens from the cave,” I spoke quietly, awed by its sheer size, the grace and fluidity of its movements, and the barely suppressed strength within its limbs. It was a sight worth all the things that I had held dear. I could see the giant coming towards us- it had five, or perhaps, four limbs. It was hard to see because of its size. Perhaps it would teach us the secret of our lives. I had a vision in my head of its solemn voice, chanting aloud the secrets of the universe, long forgotten, and us, crouching down on the floor, listening with a fever for learning, hanging on to its every word, wondering about the world around us. I was sorely mistaken.
The being- whatever its fiendish name is- bent toward us, and with one mighty swipe of its huge, gigantic limb, killed G, M, N, and S immediately, squishing them against the hard, orange surface. I immediately scurried to hide behind a strange formation of the hard white things- it curved where I hid, and I could faintly hear the water splashing. I could only helplessly watch as H was rooted out, and also killed. His screams of despair still echo in my head, and haunt me. The most horrible thing is that, even when they were dead, some remains of them- a limb there; some intestines here- had stuck to the white surface, seemly mocking me with its pure color. I wept, not because of fear, but of anger. I cursed the giant, but it went out, the taunting light of the day disappeared, and was replaced by the small treacherous red light.
These are the events that have happened until now. I do not know what will happen in the future- my future, and the giant’s. I must avenge my friends, but I realize now that I am no match against the giant. I curse the light of the day that led me into this fruitless adventure.
……………………………..
“Mother, mother, look!” said little Jenny, aged 5. “I killed six bugs in the bathroom yesterday. There were seven, but now the last one’s dead! Look!”
Mrs. Anderson wearily turned her head. There was a dead bug, trapped in a spider’s web. It looked like a fruit fly, but she couldn’t be sure. Anyway, it was some sort of a small flying insect.
“Yes, Jenny. Good job, girl.”
As Jenny left, smiling, Mrs. Anderson took a bug spray and killed the spider. The dead bug was thrown unceremoniously into the toilet and was flushed.
……………………………………
God watched this from all above. He frowned, and then cut two years off Jenny’s life.
- Current Mood:
giggly
Okay. Now the RAs have forbidden us to call them as "RAs" because it's rude.
Well, considering how well they've treated us, I can't say that they deserve it.
This is because they don't have any respect for us- if then, how can we ever have a shred of respect for them?
WEll too bad, RAs.
Well, considering how well they've treated us, I can't say that they deserve it.
This is because they don't have any respect for us- if then, how can we ever have a shred of respect for them?
WEll too bad, RAs.
Shows how far our class have fallen.
I just wanted to say that our class's behavioral conduct is at its lowest.
I really can't stand it anymore because some of them are acting like elementary schoolchildren- you know, not preparing before class, talking with each other at the back of the class even when the teachers have come in, and so forth. Our homeroom teacher has even commented that "we are not interested in anything else than stuff that's related to exams" and I think that's true. Disrespect for teachers are at an all-time high and the students, unlike other kids from other classes, don't even participate any more. It's really annoying because other kids have to tell these noisy kids to sit down and everything. It reminds me of the days when I was in kindergarten. Not only that, but some students are loud ane rancorous enough to overrule the teachers' voice in some occassions.
I also wanted to say that the students don't have any respect for the teachers anymore. As I stated above, no one really respects teachers. For example, today the math teacher was trying to teach us, but the kids insisted on listening to his "life story." Although I do think that a break from normal study patterns would be welcome, I mean, if the teacher makes a decision, one should obey it, right? Well, Lee tae gyun sits next to me and he swore at the teacher the whole entire period under his breath. This is just the tip of the iceberg, though. The English teacher is the one who gets the most abuse. The eleven boys who've now formed a clique openly complains before the English class, swears at the teacher under their mouths for the entire period, and says stuff like "if you don't want to die, then shut up" at the teacher, only under their breath. Sometimes the English teacher gets exasperated at them because they ask the same stuff countless times over and over again or because they ask stuff that anyone can understand. The boys, however, swears at the teacher (only in whispers) though. Not only that, but Park jun jung is the worst. He openly walks around the class asking other people, Kim young shin usually, for translation. He doesn't listen to the teacher when she's explaining something so when she finishes talking about it, he says, "say that again?" "뭐라고?" "뭐래?" and stuff like that. Seriously, it's like being back in middle school. This is just stupid.
I just wanted to say that our class's behavioral conduct is at its lowest.
I really can't stand it anymore because some of them are acting like elementary schoolchildren- you know, not preparing before class, talking with each other at the back of the class even when the teachers have come in, and so forth. Our homeroom teacher has even commented that "we are not interested in anything else than stuff that's related to exams" and I think that's true. Disrespect for teachers are at an all-time high and the students, unlike other kids from other classes, don't even participate any more. It's really annoying because other kids have to tell these noisy kids to sit down and everything. It reminds me of the days when I was in kindergarten. Not only that, but some students are loud ane rancorous enough to overrule the teachers' voice in some occassions.
I also wanted to say that the students don't have any respect for the teachers anymore. As I stated above, no one really respects teachers. For example, today the math teacher was trying to teach us, but the kids insisted on listening to his "life story." Although I do think that a break from normal study patterns would be welcome, I mean, if the teacher makes a decision, one should obey it, right? Well, Lee tae gyun sits next to me and he swore at the teacher the whole entire period under his breath. This is just the tip of the iceberg, though. The English teacher is the one who gets the most abuse. The eleven boys who've now formed a clique openly complains before the English class, swears at the teacher under their mouths for the entire period, and says stuff like "if you don't want to die, then shut up" at the teacher, only under their breath. Sometimes the English teacher gets exasperated at them because they ask the same stuff countless times over and over again or because they ask stuff that anyone can understand. The boys, however, swears at the teacher (only in whispers) though. Not only that, but Park jun jung is the worst. He openly walks around the class asking other people, Kim young shin usually, for translation. He doesn't listen to the teacher when she's explaining something so when she finishes talking about it, he says, "say that again?" "뭐라고?" "뭐래?" and stuff like that. Seriously, it's like being back in middle school. This is just stupid.
I feel tired....
I hate groupies. This is due to the fact that they giggle over nothing, ostracizes people who are not "in" and talks overmuch behind people's backs. If groupies were a group of perfectly nice people, I woulnd't mind them so much, however, as it goes, they constantly annoy and bother me to the point of exhaustion. Girls are so annoying sometimes.
I hate it. That's all I wanted to say.
- Current Mood:
depressed
Just wanted you to know that I'm Korean, but that I totally agree with you.
See, some people in Korea has very...uhm...let's just say "Nationalistic" views that affect their views on the rest of the world, and like, when a Korean (even for accurate reasons) gets criticized, they all kinda jump in and defend the Korean person. I think that's what's happening similarly with D-War, and I do agree that it was one..."messed up" movie. I do agree that when people have different views about something, they should logically/clearly present their arguments in favor of it, instead of flaming the other side like a demented groupie.
Oh, and another thing, as long as you live, there's going to be people who are overly emotional/one-sided/just plain rude. Ignore them, just listen to the ones that actually make sense, and hold on to your views, because no one can say that your view is wrong as long as it doesn't harm others' rights, such as "Oh, let's just sacrifice that person for the Flying Spaghetti Monster" or so on, which is something that you didn't do. You were just presenting your opinion about something. I know that it's probably kinda hard/annoying for you to cope up with all those internet trolls, but just ignore them. Good luck!
From: Jain
See, some people in Korea has very...uhm...let's just say "Nationalistic" views that affect their views on the rest of the world, and like, when a Korean (even for accurate reasons) gets criticized, they all kinda jump in and defend the Korean person. I think that's what's happening similarly with D-War, and I do agree that it was one..."messed up" movie. I do agree that when people have different views about something, they should logically/clearly present their arguments in favor of it, instead of flaming the other side like a demented groupie.
Oh, and another thing, as long as you live, there's going to be people who are overly emotional/one-sided/just plain rude. Ignore them, just listen to the ones that actually make sense, and hold on to your views, because no one can say that your view is wrong as long as it doesn't harm others' rights, such as "Oh, let's just sacrifice that person for the Flying Spaghetti Monster" or so on, which is something that you didn't do. You were just presenting your opinion about something. I know that it's probably kinda hard/annoying for you to cope up with all those internet trolls, but just ignore them. Good luck!
From: Jain
Guess who was sitting next (right side) of my best friend today?
A person who detest me but hid it secretly for a long time and now is pissing me off.
Well, every cloud has a silver lining, they say. I guess it's a great chance to analyse the behaviour of certain types of mountain gorillas.
Yay Mother Nature! She has not wasted any gifts into the making of her, that's for certain.
Report on the Behavioral Pattern of a Mountain Gorilla
Name:HJ. (Stands for Huge Jerk)
Sex:Indistinguishable, but thought to be a famale.
Size:Resembles that of a barrel.
Age:Unidentified.
Physical characteristics: Face like pizza, eyes like buttonholes, resembles a square cube 1.5 m high and 1.5 m x 1.5 m wide. When runs, can see fat bobbing around. Has red glasses that are "thought" to be attractive but actually makes eyes look much smaller. Voice like the sharp clanking of ice in a glass of water. Has irritating smile.
Behavioral characteristics: Conniving. Badmouthes people behind back, and becomes a suck-up when asking for help or money or any other forms of material need. If refuses, badmouthes you. Subtle ways of making you feel bad. Is rapidly losing friends. Has really low levels of comprehension, especially English and Math. Obssesses over physical attraction and is jealous of those who are more beautiful or cute then others. Has problem with ego. Wants the world to fit to her rather than the other way around. Gets really jealous when someone is smarter than her, which of course is inevidentable.
Cure for above problems: Preferably a good ten year stay at a mental asylum would fix her for good; if not, then maybe the forests of Java, where she originated from.
A person who detest me but hid it secretly for a long time and now is pissing me off.
Well, every cloud has a silver lining, they say. I guess it's a great chance to analyse the behaviour of certain types of mountain gorillas.
Yay Mother Nature! She has not wasted any gifts into the making of her, that's for certain.
Report on the Behavioral Pattern of a Mountain Gorilla
Name:HJ. (Stands for Huge Jerk)
Sex:Indistinguishable, but thought to be a famale.
Size:Resembles that of a barrel.
Age:Unidentified.
Physical characteristics: Face like pizza, eyes like buttonholes, resembles a square cube 1.5 m high and 1.5 m x 1.5 m wide. When runs, can see fat bobbing around. Has red glasses that are "thought" to be attractive but actually makes eyes look much smaller. Voice like the sharp clanking of ice in a glass of water. Has irritating smile.
Behavioral characteristics: Conniving. Badmouthes people behind back, and becomes a suck-up when asking for help or money or any other forms of material need. If refuses, badmouthes you. Subtle ways of making you feel bad. Is rapidly losing friends. Has really low levels of comprehension, especially English and Math. Obssesses over physical attraction and is jealous of those who are more beautiful or cute then others. Has problem with ego. Wants the world to fit to her rather than the other way around. Gets really jealous when someone is smarter than her, which of course is inevidentable.
Cure for above problems: Preferably a good ten year stay at a mental asylum would fix her for good; if not, then maybe the forests of Java, where she originated from.
- Current Mood:
chipper
I just realized that I am lacking one of the most important things in my life; motivation. I'm so worn-out that I think if a guy came up to me and kicked me in the ass, I would just go on as if nothing had happened. I'm that tired. However, I have an essay to write and a report, too... so I can't just sit around, but..........
All I want to do right now is to go to sleep, preferably for a long time.
All I want to do right now is to go to sleep, preferably for a long time.
