People always have something to say about who they are and why they dress how they dress. In reality most people are superficial, afraid if they change their style they would be considered as “transformers” but the truth of the matter is It’s you ; wear what you want, , be yourself
Tip of the hat
To those who care but not enough to be influenced by others. To those whose dress be they want to express, want to look nice, decent, not because of others but for their own interest. Even if you’re into fashion
Wag of the finger
Posers.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnhIIGfOw4A[/youtube]
The Bermuda Triangle is also known as the Devil’s Triangle, located in the Atlantic Ocean is a triangle shaped region that many people have said that a number of airplanes, ships, and boats have disappeared mysteriously and nobody has found out about them ever again.
The Mary Celeste was one out of many ships that was considered as one of the victims of the Bermuda Triangle. They said that the ship was found abandoned. No one ever found out the real reason about why the ship was found abandoned it makes no sense no anyone because they never had any evidence. They say that the ship was found with all of it’s belongings, nothing was found stolen, and the whether had been fine all those days. Then they found out that the ship had passed through Bermuda Triangle.
Many things that happen to go missing when they cross through the Bermuda Triangle, people don’t really believe that it was it or others just have other excuses and theories of why or what happened that day. Many other things have happened through the Bermuda Triangle. Some people are scared some others just don’t believe in it and think that what’s going to go wrong? So they just do it, but i haven’t known about anybody as brave as that. Maybe one day I will or WE will.
When I starting reading this book I didn’t think it would be that interesting because the title sounds kind of boring but once I read the back I realized that this book really got my attention.
The Lost Mind is a story about a young woman who wakes up in the woods with blood all over her and right besides her lies a dead body. She wakes up with a knife on her right hand. She doesn’t know what’s going on and she can’t remember anything or why she’s even there. She doesn’t know who the girl is and she doesn’t understand why she is covered in blood.
Culture plays a large part in several peoples’ lives, because, really, your cultural background is completely related to who you are as a person, whether you choose to acknowledge that fact or not. I rarely find myself identifying myself as Mexican or even American, because I don’t follow much of my cultural traditions, even if my parents and the rest of my family does. I mean, we always have tamales during Mexico, we spend every Thanksgiving at my Aunt Ale’s house, but it’s not exactly what I would have put into my cultural identity… Until now.
Yes there’s Mexican traditions, American traditions, Japanese traditions, etc. but there are also traditions that are started when you find something you enjoy just doing as a family or with friends to keep you happy as you.
There are several people who have trouble knowing what their cultural identity is because all they ever hear their whole lives is, “You’re a Mexican, act like it.” or ”You’re American, be proud of it.” Things like this do nothing but confuse us.
Over time, I never would have been able to tell anyone what I was, because I simply wouldn’t have known. I never saw myself as a Mexican, because to be honest, I don’t like speaking a single word of Spanish, even if my parents spoke nothing but Spanish to me my entire childhood. And as for being American… I can feel my cultural identity grow somewhat from that because I was born here and I’m proud of having been born here.
But more over, I speak English more than I would ever speak Spanish, I listen to loud, screaming heavy metal, rock and so much more, I absolutely love Chinese food more than any other food. I don’t go to parties or raves and I enjoy reading a variety of things from Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice to The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins to The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.
Music is my life, I couldn’t survive without my notebook and pen and my guilty pleasures are watching American Idol, Glee, and Japanese cartoons and dramas. I can’t say I have anything in specific, and who I am is far clearer than what my cultural background is, but the traditions I follow indicate that I am an American and I will always be proud to be so, open-minded craziness and all.
Don’t you hate it when you get a headache? I have a real bad headache right now so I’m going to blog about it.
What causes headaches? Is it a sign of something bad? Read the rest of this entry »
What is Form spring ? Form Spring is a Website where anyone can ask you question.
You do not have to have one in order to ask a question to the certain person you want to ask a question to.
Formspring can be anonymous for those who are shy to ask this is your opportunity to ask whatever you want to ask the person.
I don’t really know if the person will honestly answer your question. It really depends on the person and what kind of question you may have asked !
Form spring is a website that really got popular. A lot of people are signing up to have there own Form spring where anyone can ask you question.
But also you must be careful about what you ask and what your response might be, because you never know if you might leave that person in shock!
This chick has been driving me insane. I hear her every time I turn on the radio, and my sister has her music playing every time I walk inside her room. She’s beyond insane and instead of classifying her as the weirdo she really is, everyone adores her and her crazy antics because she’s famous.
Lady Gaga has taken the music industry by storm and as sad as it is, I’ve been completely sucked in by her music. With songs like “Bad Romance” and “Pokerface” she’s got it made and despite my more alternative taste, she’s captured my attention with songs that make me want to, well Just Dance (no pun intended).
But more than he music, the way she dresses trips me out more than anything. Lady Gaga’s outfits are unbelievable!
God, she wore a veil over her face for Christ’s sake. How could she even talk like that? She doesn’t seem to give a damn about what people think and in this weird way… It’s made me completely love her.
Not only is it her amazing albums – like The Fame Monster – but the fact that she is a truly unique and fresh artist that will do what she wants, how she wants to and not give a damn if people hate on her.
From the first time I heard her music, I hated it and I completely under-estimated how big she would become. Now, with hearing her music constantly, and hearing it everywhere, the music – and artist – has grown on me. In this whole whirlwind of crazy that’s called my life, I have been pulled into the hectic craze that is Lady Gaga.
I’ve read several books over the past 8 years iof my life, because honestly, I didn’t like reading until I was about 9. There are several vampire books, witch books, zombie books, faerie books, etc. But never have I tried reading a book about Angels.
Fallen by Lauren Kate is the most captivating book I’ve read since the Twilight series, and I honestly consider it to be better. Throughout the book you follow Lucinda Price, a teenage girl sent to a reform school after a horrible incident with her now dead boyfriend. She meets a boy who seems more than a little familiar but she doesn’t know from where and she finds herself pulled into an ongoing war between two groups of angels who both want need her in order to win the war.
You also learn that she’s lived in this constant cycle of reincarnation where she – and all the angels – met the same fate each time: Death.
Personally, I’ve never been so captivated by a book about angels as I am now. The story is so detailed and the story’s plot is so interesting I wasn’t able to put the book down. Not only is there romance in the book, there’s also a large amount of suspense and action to keep you hooked until the very end. If anything, it’ll make you want to read it over and over again. Sadly, it is only the first of the series and the second one doesn’t come out until September 2010, but I’m telling you, if you’re a fan of dark fantasy fiction, you’ll enjoy this read.
Song of Inspiration: Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin
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I remember moving into that place was a relief in the beginning; I couldn’t wait for they day that they would call to tell me they were coming for me. Anything and everything was better than living in a place where you were constantly reminded that you weren’t wanted there.
I got used to the pain and the arguing, but the cruel words still cut deep.
But I was pulled from home and sent to a place I thought I would be welcomed; a place I thought would an actual home to me.
It’s a sad thing, thinking back and realizing how far from reality my hopes and thoughts actually were.
Of course, even upon arriving I didn’t realize I would be turned into a lab rat; a tool to their precious games and experiments. And it was all because of him.
He didn’t live there, I’d never seen him before in my life, but I knew that he held great power and influence over the people who ran the place. I got there and was rewarded with his cold glare; a cruel and frightening image that would haunt me forever….
The manservant stared at the strange looking young girl in the container with sadness as the Mistress entered the dark room, the lights flickering on and revealing an entire room filled with similar containers, all filled with young teenage girls and boys that were connected to thick black wires, looking as if they were in a peaceful slumber, but he knew better.
“Has she been behaving?”
The manservant did his best not to shudder at the cruel edge in the Mistress’s tone and nodded, “She’s adjusting fairly well, Ma’am.”
“Good.”
He turned to face the Mistress and his sapphire eyes met cold aquamarine ones, “Is that all you needed, Ma’am?”
She nodded curtly and he left, leaving her to deal with whatever issues she was having on her own.
He shut the door and walked straight towards his quarters, feeling no more unsettled than he always did at sun down. He had done the worst thing possible and he had to deal with the pain and the consequences.
He had become infatuated with the girl who would be the death of him.
~t.w.o/e.n.d~
I always read books filled with things you’d never find in real life, and as a writer, websites like Crunchyroll and Lunaescence provide the… Room for the creativity that inspires me daily, but people constantly complain about things being too far-fetched when the fantasy genre is meant to be far-fetched. It’s meant to make people think and wonder if things like that were ever to be possible…
But sometimes the genre in and of itself intimidates people to the point where sometimes they can’t write that type of genre without feeling insecure.
I’ve had that feeling before, and constantly, too, but I’m currently writing a story with characters based on very real people, but it is placed in a very fictional and fantasy world that originated in this little mind of mine that was pulled from reality…
[+d.o.l.l+]
I remember running from that horrid place like it was yesterday. The metallic scent of blood followed me around every corner and the monster inside stirred, telling me to turn back and kill every single one of those bastards for doing what they did.
But I couldn’t.
His cold, dark emerald eyes glared at me through a mental image I could not get rid of. Going back was out of the question if I wanted to avoid facing him. I would not let him get the better of me if I wanted to stay alive. I couldn’t…
Dull, emotionless ruby colored eyes stared out the window of a large, victorian-style building as the sun began to set. The arrival of twilight had frightened her when she first arrived, but she slowly became accustomed to the process that took place after sun down, she reveled in it even. But as the familiar click of the door being unlocked and pushed open filled her ears, she knew that it was no longer anything to look forward to; it was nothing but another routine that would keep her bound to this place. It was just like before.
Her head tilted to the side, the slightest movement of her head, as the sun finally vanished behind the horizon and someone spoke to her, “Miss. It is time.”
Paying no mind to what was said, she moved her pale, fragile looking hands and pushed the window open and a cool breeze lifted a few strands of her now thigh length, pale pink hair. It was the only contact she had with the outside world anymore.
“Miss!” the male voice grew panicked as its owner pulled the window shut, “It is time. You know what the outside air does to you. The Mistress will punish you if she figures out you’re doing this.”
The girl stared up at the man, a blank dull expression before letting herself be taken out of her room towards an even larger room that, upon entering, was pitch black with the exception of an too familiar black light glowing from a tall, tube-like glass container.
From it came thick, black wires that the man swiftly and steadily connected to her body, as if it were wall socket, before she stepped inside, shutting her eyes and letting the image of cold, glaring emerald orbs fill her mind.
~o.n.e/e.n.d~
