1.Short Hair? [ ]
2.Long Hair? [x]
3.No Hair? []
4.Freckles []
5.Blue eyes []
6.Green Eyes []
7.Brown Eyes [x]
8.Hazel Eyes []
9.Other Color Eyes []
10.Brunette []
11.Blonde []
12.Black Hair [x]
13.Other Color? []
14.Tall []
15.Short [x]
16.Wear your hair up ? [x]
17.Wear your down ? [x]
18.Up and down? [x]
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Clothes~ (What you wear *Acc. Makeup Etc.*)
19.Jeans [x]
20.Sweater [x]
21.High tops [x]
22.Sneaker [x]
23.High Heels [x]
24.Flip flops [x]
25.No shoes? [ ]
26.Headband []
27.Hair clip [x]
28.Earrings []
29.Necklace []
30.Choker []
31.Other Piercings []
32.Bracelet [x]
33.Purse []
34.Bag [x]
35.Glasses [x]
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Colors~ (Mark Favs)
36.Black [] <-- isn't a color btw XD
37.Blue [x]
38.Green [x]
39.Yellow []
40.Orange []
41.Purple [x]
42.Pink []
43.White [x]<--- neither is this :P
44.Grey []
45.Gold [x]
46.Silver [x]
47.Rainbow [x]
48.Other? []
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Fav Stuff ~
49.Animals []
50.Drawing []
51.Reading [x]
52.Sleeping [x]
53.Eating [x]
54.Playing [x]
55.Playing sports []
56.Playing on Facebook [x]
57.Hanging with friends [x]
58.Listening to music [x]
59.Making notes []
60.Stalking People on Facebook []
61.Other? [x]
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Friends ~
62.Have a best friend ? [x]
63.Enemy []
64.Lost a friend [x]
65.Made a new friend [x]
66.Found lost friends []
67.Met a friend over the internet [x]
68.Been backstabbed? []
69.Imaginary friend []
70.Share a brain with a friend []
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Family~
71.Mom [x]
72.Dad [x]
73.Step Dad []
74.Step Mom []
75.Step Sister []
76.Step brother []
77.Aunt [x]
78.Uncle [x]
79.Cousins [x]
80.Nephew []
81.Niece [x]
82.Grandfather [x]
83.Grandmother [x]
84.Brother [x]
85.Sister []
86.No Family []
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Pets ~
87.Cat []
88.Dog []
89.Fish []
90.Reptile []
91.Rodent []
92.Insect []
93.Bird []
94.Exotic pet []
95.No pet [x]
96.Had a pet die []
97.Get a new pet []
98.Give away a pet []
99.Lose a pet []
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Mark of the letter in you whole name ~
*these don’t count as how many X’s you anwsered.*
A [x]
B []
C [x]
D []
E []
F []
G []
H []
I [x]
J []
K []
L []
M []
N []
O []
P [x]
Q []
R [x]
S []
T [x]
U []
V []
W []
X []
Y []
Z []
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Random ~
Age :
100.6-10 []
101.11-15 []
102.16 – 20 [x]
103.Other []
104.Haves :
105.Computer [x]
106.Pets []
107.Ipod [x]
108.Cellphone [x]
109.Camera [x]
110.Nintendo Ds []
111.Nintedndo Wii [x]
112.Playstation [x]
113.Playstation 2 [x]
114.Playstation 3 []
115.Xbox []
116.Xbox 360 []
117.Gamecube [x]
118.Gameboy [x]
119.Gameboy Advanced [x]
120.Old schooled Nintendo []
121.Other ? [x]
Skills (Pick what your good at) :
122.Drawing []
123.Poetry []
124.Writing [x]
125.Cooking [x]
126.Math [x]
127.Science []
128.Sports []
129.Sewing []
130.Animation []
131.Singing []
132.Dancing []
133.Other? [x]
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Music ~ *Pick which artist’s you’ve heard of *
134.A.F.I []
135.The Offspring [x]
136.Evanescence [x]
137.Shakira [x]
138.Lady Gaga [x]
139.Eminem [x]
140.Bloodhound Gang []
141.Fall out boy [x]
142.Alexisonfire []
143.Aqua [x]
144.Queen [x]
145.Billy Talent [x]
146.Breaking Benjamin [x]
147.Die mannequin []
148.Down with webster []
149.Foo fighters [x]
150.Green Day [x]
151.Guns N Roses [x]
152.Hedley [x]
153.Ke$sha [x]
154.The Killers [x]
155.Linking Park [x]
156.Lilly Allen []
157.Marianas Trench [x]
158.Nickelback [x]
159.Nirvana [x]
160.PANIC! At the disco [x]
161.Papa Roach [x]
162.Paramore [x]
163.P!ink [x]
164.Pussycat Dolls [x]
165.Rise against [x]
166.Simple Plan [x]
167.Sum 41 [x]
168.System of a down []
169.Three days grace [x]
170.30 seconds to mars []
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
My Take on Thewlis' Movie 'The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas'
So... I just finished watching 'The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas'
and...
i don't even know where to begin.
first of all, the ending was quite abrupt... but i think i liked it that way because it prompts the audience to question humanity's actions.
I'll admit i cried, but dammit it's hard not to cry. i mean, the kid was only 8 fucking years old.
I think this movie depicts the true horrors of the holocaust in a way that is very... suitable.
Because WWII has long past, we know the facts about it, and how Jews were killed, but even still we never really care about it. It's like we're sitting in social class and then we just start listing off numbers of people who were killed. Those numbers don't mean anything to us, but fuck man, after watching this movie, it actually meant something to me.
Like, that's how... painfully direct this movie is.
Even though the story is told through the eyes of an 8 year old boy, we know what's going on because we know history.
this boy doesn't know; he doesn't understand why the Jews are to be hated, he doesn't understand why his father runs this detention camp (David Thewlis was AMAZING in it btw! i absolutely loved him, but it's quite dicerning to see such a gentle friendly man by nature play such a cruel role)
the only thing he does understand is that his jewish friend isn't evil like everyone says jews are.
his innocence is what gives this movie such a dramatic effect i think. the fact that we've all been that innocent at one point in our lives... and that we all have friends whom we would help out happily without truly understanding the consequences...
I think i would recommend this movie, because the film is just... it's needed in our world. we need something like this to smack sense into us because this happened dammit, and we need to know the true horrors of it, not just some stupid words and numbers on a page. It's real.
Although the movie progresses really slowly at first, i think it's worth watching.
like at the beginning i just watched it because Thewlis was in it (HAHA so vain i know, but i love himm~~ <3) but when it started showing the interactions between the boy and the jewish people, i started watching because as people were telling him that 'Jews are bad, they're not human', i kept thinking 'no, you're wrong. we're all human'
There were more than a few times that i just wanted to stand up and scream at the computer and be like 'fucking hells! they're people! why can't you treat them like people?' and like... it just really... frustrated me to know that back then, the Germans DIDN'T see them as people, but as vermin to be exterminated.
a warning of caution though, this movie doesn't leave you feeling all too happy. instead, it makes you feel kinda disgusted with humanity in general... just an overall depressed feeling, like the kind of feeling where reality just hits you smack dab in the face.
I think... i would recommend social teachers show this in social-20 because after you watch this movie, you start understanding what it was really like. and to think that this was just a small part of it.
and...
i don't even know where to begin.
first of all, the ending was quite abrupt... but i think i liked it that way because it prompts the audience to question humanity's actions.
I'll admit i cried, but dammit it's hard not to cry. i mean, the kid was only 8 fucking years old.
I think this movie depicts the true horrors of the holocaust in a way that is very... suitable.
Because WWII has long past, we know the facts about it, and how Jews were killed, but even still we never really care about it. It's like we're sitting in social class and then we just start listing off numbers of people who were killed. Those numbers don't mean anything to us, but fuck man, after watching this movie, it actually meant something to me.
Like, that's how... painfully direct this movie is.
Even though the story is told through the eyes of an 8 year old boy, we know what's going on because we know history.
this boy doesn't know; he doesn't understand why the Jews are to be hated, he doesn't understand why his father runs this detention camp (David Thewlis was AMAZING in it btw! i absolutely loved him, but it's quite dicerning to see such a gentle friendly man by nature play such a cruel role)
the only thing he does understand is that his jewish friend isn't evil like everyone says jews are.
his innocence is what gives this movie such a dramatic effect i think. the fact that we've all been that innocent at one point in our lives... and that we all have friends whom we would help out happily without truly understanding the consequences...
I think i would recommend this movie, because the film is just... it's needed in our world. we need something like this to smack sense into us because this happened dammit, and we need to know the true horrors of it, not just some stupid words and numbers on a page. It's real.
Although the movie progresses really slowly at first, i think it's worth watching.
like at the beginning i just watched it because Thewlis was in it (HAHA so vain i know, but i love himm~~ <3) but when it started showing the interactions between the boy and the jewish people, i started watching because as people were telling him that 'Jews are bad, they're not human', i kept thinking 'no, you're wrong. we're all human'
There were more than a few times that i just wanted to stand up and scream at the computer and be like 'fucking hells! they're people! why can't you treat them like people?' and like... it just really... frustrated me to know that back then, the Germans DIDN'T see them as people, but as vermin to be exterminated.
a warning of caution though, this movie doesn't leave you feeling all too happy. instead, it makes you feel kinda disgusted with humanity in general... just an overall depressed feeling, like the kind of feeling where reality just hits you smack dab in the face.
I think... i would recommend social teachers show this in social-20 because after you watch this movie, you start understanding what it was really like. and to think that this was just a small part of it.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Excerpt.
Mirrors…
Tonks' mind often wandered, but more so whenever she lay in bed without his tantalizing (albeit tentative) touch to distract her. Usually it pondered pointless and quirky things; one example was her current focus on the full-length mirror hanging next to the closet.
She wondered what mirrors would think, seeing somebody every day. They would always reflect the same person's image, but with slight differences as they grew and changed. It would be interesting to witness such progressions over time… Naturally, some people would change quicker than others, and she thought about the glass hanging back in the bathroom of her own flat. It saw a different version of her with every morph she made, yet it always knew it was her.
At least her mirror was good-natured about it, even going so far as to suggest hair colours. Others, like the Noble and Most Ancient Mirror of Black on the wall there, were decidedly less pleasant. With its snide comments, it was no wonder Remus exerted a great deal of effort to avoid catching a glimpse of himself in it. At least, that was what she had initially assumed.
It hadn't been hard to notice his averted eyes or turned back whenever he moved past it. She had jokingly considered him being a vampire instead of a werewolf – but with that musing, the pieces fell into place. It seemed that like everything else in his life, it traced back to his lycanthropy. It had been difficult to grasp at first, since she relished every opportunity to shamelessly ogle his body; it was sobering when she realized that he clearly didn't find himself anywhere near as handsome as she did.
She knew he hated his scars, everlasting evidence of his curse that couldn't be cured or charmed away. They could be covered, but for him his tattered clothes and robes were just further reminders of his impoverished condition; the only thing he could do was try not to think about it, and thus he avoided looking at himself. No matter her reassurances that patches and scratches didn't matter, he insisted on being a man without a reflection.
Jolting back to reality and away from her contemplations, Tonks watched him walk over to his desk, his eyes purposely set on the floor and his path as far away from the looking glass as possible. She wished he could see himself like she saw him: charming, dashing, gentlemanly and sexy, despite his scars and even because of them. It was a shame mirrors didn't work that way…
And that prompted an idea to blossom in her mind. As soon as she could wrench herself away from his cosy bed and warm body, she set off to her task. It required a few hours of scouring through musty books and several failed endeavours when practising the spell, but she finally managed to bring her scheme to fruition.
It was some time before it was noticed, however, and Tonks certainly wasn't the most patient of witches. Still, she thought it all worthwhile, as the next time Remus glanced in his mirror he nearly had a heart attack when it wolf-whistled at him and cooed, "The Professor gets top marks – but bonus points if he takes off his shirt!"
He had blushed, stuttered, and begged for her to remove the charm – but she knew better. He probably could have easily done it himself if he had really wanted to, and she certainly didn't miss his futile attempts at suppressing a smile whenever he passed by and heard its seductive compliments. It took quite a while, but she caught him standing before the mirror more and more often, actually chuckling at the creative new praise spoken each time (from "Those pants look uncomfortable; perhaps you should take them off?" to "My, what big… feet you have!").
She couldn't have been happier with him more accepting of setting eyes on his body; and of course, an added bonus was that he sometimes took the mirror's suggestions to heart… Now, if only it would stop coming up with better lines than she could!
Tonks' mind often wandered, but more so whenever she lay in bed without his tantalizing (albeit tentative) touch to distract her. Usually it pondered pointless and quirky things; one example was her current focus on the full-length mirror hanging next to the closet.
She wondered what mirrors would think, seeing somebody every day. They would always reflect the same person's image, but with slight differences as they grew and changed. It would be interesting to witness such progressions over time… Naturally, some people would change quicker than others, and she thought about the glass hanging back in the bathroom of her own flat. It saw a different version of her with every morph she made, yet it always knew it was her.
At least her mirror was good-natured about it, even going so far as to suggest hair colours. Others, like the Noble and Most Ancient Mirror of Black on the wall there, were decidedly less pleasant. With its snide comments, it was no wonder Remus exerted a great deal of effort to avoid catching a glimpse of himself in it. At least, that was what she had initially assumed.
It hadn't been hard to notice his averted eyes or turned back whenever he moved past it. She had jokingly considered him being a vampire instead of a werewolf – but with that musing, the pieces fell into place. It seemed that like everything else in his life, it traced back to his lycanthropy. It had been difficult to grasp at first, since she relished every opportunity to shamelessly ogle his body; it was sobering when she realized that he clearly didn't find himself anywhere near as handsome as she did.
She knew he hated his scars, everlasting evidence of his curse that couldn't be cured or charmed away. They could be covered, but for him his tattered clothes and robes were just further reminders of his impoverished condition; the only thing he could do was try not to think about it, and thus he avoided looking at himself. No matter her reassurances that patches and scratches didn't matter, he insisted on being a man without a reflection.
Jolting back to reality and away from her contemplations, Tonks watched him walk over to his desk, his eyes purposely set on the floor and his path as far away from the looking glass as possible. She wished he could see himself like she saw him: charming, dashing, gentlemanly and sexy, despite his scars and even because of them. It was a shame mirrors didn't work that way…
And that prompted an idea to blossom in her mind. As soon as she could wrench herself away from his cosy bed and warm body, she set off to her task. It required a few hours of scouring through musty books and several failed endeavours when practising the spell, but she finally managed to bring her scheme to fruition.
It was some time before it was noticed, however, and Tonks certainly wasn't the most patient of witches. Still, she thought it all worthwhile, as the next time Remus glanced in his mirror he nearly had a heart attack when it wolf-whistled at him and cooed, "The Professor gets top marks – but bonus points if he takes off his shirt!"
He had blushed, stuttered, and begged for her to remove the charm – but she knew better. He probably could have easily done it himself if he had really wanted to, and she certainly didn't miss his futile attempts at suppressing a smile whenever he passed by and heard its seductive compliments. It took quite a while, but she caught him standing before the mirror more and more often, actually chuckling at the creative new praise spoken each time (from "Those pants look uncomfortable; perhaps you should take them off?" to "My, what big… feet you have!").
She couldn't have been happier with him more accepting of setting eyes on his body; and of course, an added bonus was that he sometimes took the mirror's suggestions to heart… Now, if only it would stop coming up with better lines than she could!
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