My Name

Stupid.

That's what my family calls me and tell me I am. They call me stupid more than my birth name. The next time my parents introduce me to their friends, I should correct them and say "you can call me what he/she always does--stupid."

What does listening to music on YouTube while doing research have to do with being stupid? It's not like I haven't done it before. The music I listen to doesn't bother me as much as the loud explosions in the movies they watch downstairs. I can't even visit libraries on weekends peacefully because my parents think that's stupid. They think that having no partner is stupid. Saying funny things you would do but not go through with it is stupid. Not studying accounting is stupid. My choice of going a university because they wanted me to go a university is stupid. Drinking soda is stupid. They mostly say something is stupid when it refers to me.

I'm going to jump.

If you ever meet me, please remember my name

What I found in my room

I haven't cleaned my room in the last few months. I've been busy sleeping, reading, typing or going to social events around Toronto. The garbage in my room keeps piling up and my father, a man who likes the house to be at least semi-clean, said "enough is enough--your room stinks." Surprisingly, he didn't comment on the mess on the floor.

When I arrived home from school on Wednesday and walked into my room, I noticed it smelled different. The air smelled clean and clear. I put away my school bag, went down to the kitchen, and there my father asked me, "how do you like the onion? Does your room smell better?" I answered, "what onion?" I went back to my room and there was an onion across from my bed. In a candle cup.

So onions can absorb smells... ? That's neat. Now I don't have to spend more than $3 buying a can of air freshner. I stopped trusting air freshners and stuck to opening windows at one point in life. Freshners don't work very well with me--they make the house smell worse.


Another few things I found in my room: a whale eraser, a dolphin eraser, and a mini artbook by my dear friend Siena.

In the Face of Disasters

Even though it seems we are at the end,
we must keep walking.

For who know what light
may be waiting ahead.


_Japan

Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt Genderbend

           I was searching for information on Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt (PSG) original soundtracks and found genderbend pictures of the characters. I thought to myself: "Argh! Why didn't I think of it sooner?!" There are genderbending fanart I really enjoy, such as the genderbending of the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya characters. Of course there would be PSG fans out there that would draw genderbend pictures of it! PSG has a powerpuff girls-like art style, so I was looking forward to find PSG genderbend art. Fanart drawn in the beautiful art style that randomly appears from time to time in the anime was something to look forward to too.

           After surfing from website to website, I am happy with what I found. I must admit though, I only saved a few of the ones I saw. Within this post are most of the images I saved. I made sure to link the images to their source. (Click the images to go to them. There are so many more images to find!)



I was hoping there were genderbend versions of Garterbelt and there were!

I was expecting Garterbelt to look funny in genderbend form, but he looks sort of normal as a woman. Oh well. :)

Panty and Stocking would take awhile to get their weapons in genderbend form. I guess genderbend wouldn't work out with them in battle.

Here's a link to a PSG genderbend gallery @ zerochan.net

Galactic Pretty Boys

           So... Mechs and galactic pretty magical boys. I think I will have to check out Star Driver Kagayaki no Takuto sometime soon. After Hunter x Hunter, that is. I feel I can learn a lot about galactic pretty boys and magical boys by watching this show. Maybe.

Has anyone watched this anime yet? Does it have a good story line to it?

Image retrieved from KAHTHR-Chan's album.

Pow to the Liar!!

           Someone told me I was lying about _____ today, and they were right. I am sure many people notice when I lie, but they don't tell me "you lied." It's such a rare occurance that I think I would like it when people point out I lied. Okay, maybe not--it would depend heavily on the subject I lied about.

           Most of my lies are spouted when I want to tell a bad joke about myself, something that I do or did, and when people assume something of me. For example, in elementary school my classmates used to ask people if they farted when they smell something bad. I used to always answer "no" because I feared I would be shut out from everyone even more than I already was if I answered "yes." I am sure many others have lied about not farting because almost everyone used to answer no. I say almost because there were cases where male classmates took pride in their farts and shared their glory with a few friendly laughs. Back then, cool girls didn't fart. They probably still don't. It took me awhile to figure out that I wasn't cool.

           Sometimes I tell people that I stalk people. I think I started using that joke when people commented on how I like to stalk people, but honestly, I cannot recall stalking anyone without their permission. I always happen to go the same direction or encounter familiar faces when I am on my way to somewhere. In high school I was asked if I was stalking a certain someone because I used to pop out of nowhere no matter where they were. I wasn't following them, because I only followed my friends to places around the school such as the library, cafeteria, locker area, and park. I used to take walks by myself in the far-away water playground behind the school and walk through hallways to get to specific classrooms. It's not my fault if the person was there before I was. I wouldn't stalk people I like, because I have a tendency to avoid people I like or who seem interested in what I do. As an introvert creepy coward-- if that makes sense-- I would capture or find a picture of people I like, stick with that one picture, then forget about it the next day. Telling people I stalk people is only a way of making an impression.

           I think my most common lie would be "fine" when people ask me how I am doing. I expect that they wouldn't want to hear about how I feel bad or depressed. I wouldn't want them to feel bad about asking how I am doing, and I don't like to share my major troubles with people. Answering "fine" with a smile would also mean not having to deal with people when I feel angry or miserable: it ends the chat quickly. People may notice that I lied about feeling fine, but they wouldn't suggest that I am not fine and should share my problems. It makes me smile.

I guess I enjoy telling the fine lies, ne? (Whatever that means.)

Squirrels could take over the world 5

I have to finish a squirrel observation assignment tonight. It was fun having to watch squirrels for an hour once a week. I think the strangest thing I saw a squirrel do, other than running around in circles, was the one squirrel that jumped and spinned in te air. My wildlife management instructor said the squirrel may be sending a signal to other squirrels about danger. It makes sense considering I was there watching them from a short distance like a creeper.