Since my last post, I've finished my sophomore year -- it wasn't very difficult, and quite fun actually. I'm still playing guitar, of course. And still loving (more like adoring) the blues/pentatonic scales. DragonForce is still one of my favorite bands. I got a new camera, a nicer one, so I'm still taking pictures.
And I've started drawing more.
At the moment, I've just finished a drawing of an "anti-possession" tattoo, like the one from Supernatural, except it has a Star of David in the middle instead of the pentagram. Excuse my language, but I love the little bastard. I plan to get a tattoo of it some day soon, too. (As well as the Bat Symbol, a dragon, the Avengers symbol, and "11:11".) A little nerdy devotion is always good. I might change my mind about them, but I doubt it.
So I thank you all for reading my blog, and hopefully I haven't disappointed anyone by not updating for about a year and two months.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Sunday, June 5, 2011
New Piercing~Rook
Well, we meet once again, eh?
I've just recently gotten a new piercing called a "rook". I really love it... a lot. Honestly, I thought it would hurt a lot more than it actually did. I got it on June 3rd, and it really only hurt for half an hour after my ear was pierced, then again after I cleaned it for the first time.
Just in case you've somehow happened upon my blog and you're curious about the rook piercing, here're some pointers for you:
1. Always, always go to a reputable piercing/tattoo shop.
2. Clean your piercing at least twice a day with unscented anti-bacterial liquid soap.
This is the best cleaning stuff I've stumbled upon in a long, long time. The last two piercings I've gotten, I've cleaned with anti-bacterial liquid soap, and neither of them got infected--at all.
3. Pain-wise...
The rook is quite lovely, compared to the others I've gotten. Granted, the last two piercings I got were done at the same time (uh, ouch).... So they hurt much more than the rook. Honestly, I thought the rook would hurt crap-ton because a thick piece of cartilage was being pierced... But nope. The most pain was exactly while I was getting a 14 gauge (1.6mm) needle shoved through my ear.
The pain wasn't so bad that I cried or anything, don't get me wrong. Compared to my other two piercings, (geez, they're getting mentioned a lot), this rook was a piece of cake. I could even sleep on the side I got the rook on that night. I had never, in my wildest dreams, thought I'd be able to do that!
4. Don't fiddle with your new piercing. Ever. Resist the urge! And if you absolutely have to, clean your hands off with the anti-bacterial soap before you do!
And now, here's a picture of my piercing, the day I got it! It was edited a bit, to take off some of the crusty blood... You know, make my ear a little more photogenic :)
I've just recently gotten a new piercing called a "rook". I really love it... a lot. Honestly, I thought it would hurt a lot more than it actually did. I got it on June 3rd, and it really only hurt for half an hour after my ear was pierced, then again after I cleaned it for the first time.
Just in case you've somehow happened upon my blog and you're curious about the rook piercing, here're some pointers for you:
1. Always, always go to a reputable piercing/tattoo shop.
I beg you, never, ever, pierce your rook yourself. I don't care how many piercings you've done before, or how sure of yourself you are... I don't want you to hurt yourself >,<
2. Clean your piercing at least twice a day with unscented anti-bacterial liquid soap.
This is the best cleaning stuff I've stumbled upon in a long, long time. The last two piercings I've gotten, I've cleaned with anti-bacterial liquid soap, and neither of them got infected--at all.
3. Pain-wise...
The rook is quite lovely, compared to the others I've gotten. Granted, the last two piercings I got were done at the same time (uh, ouch).... So they hurt much more than the rook. Honestly, I thought the rook would hurt crap-ton because a thick piece of cartilage was being pierced... But nope. The most pain was exactly while I was getting a 14 gauge (1.6mm) needle shoved through my ear.
The pain wasn't so bad that I cried or anything, don't get me wrong. Compared to my other two piercings, (geez, they're getting mentioned a lot), this rook was a piece of cake. I could even sleep on the side I got the rook on that night. I had never, in my wildest dreams, thought I'd be able to do that!
4. Don't fiddle with your new piercing. Ever. Resist the urge! And if you absolutely have to, clean your hands off with the anti-bacterial soap before you do!
And now, here's a picture of my piercing, the day I got it! It was edited a bit, to take off some of the crusty blood... You know, make my ear a little more photogenic :)
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
A Picture in Perspective...
Well, I've been taking pictures again :) Nothing much to this one, just a degrading baseball lying in the mulch near the fence.
Title: "Fallen Dead in a Live World"
Meaning: Although some of us are indeed alive in this world, we may get lost and feel "dead" inside--if we are too alone or confused, we could just drop out of ourselves and be someone who we're not. Be careful, always have someone around you can trust, and always (always) be grounded in what you believe. No matter what.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Hmm... Hello Again :)
Well, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry to anyone who actually reads these writings! I don't know quite what to start off with...
Since I've last said anything, here's what's happened.
DragonForce has gotten a new lead singer! His name is Marc Hudson, from the lovely country of Britain. He's got long blond hair, with just a slight tad bit of light strawberry coloring (at least, I think). I've listened to his audition video, and it's great; there was one hiccup in the video that I could point out, but it was only a very minor one that lasted no more than three seconds, maximum.
I can honestly say, although I have a pre-conceived love for ZP and his voice, that Marc is a very good singer and I can't wait to hear him as the new lead singer on DragonForce's new album. As for people arguing about whether Marc is a better singer than ZP.... I think it's true. However, if ZP wasn't drunk and high (or at least drunk) at most every concert and while recording, he would be just as good as Marc. If not better :)
Anyways ---> Good luck to you Marc, as well as DragonForce, on a new leg of your epic, powermetal, journey!
Oh, and ZP, wherever you are--I hope you're doing well.
On a different note -- I've started to play blues on my guitar, and I love it much more than what I had expected. I adore how friendly and relaxed the sound of the pentatonic and hexatonic scales are--especially the perfect ways of bending the strings to add a little more "oomph" into the song or line. As I've continued to speed up my playing (slowly but surely), I've found a new love: blues!
School is 3/4 of the way over, and I can't wait until it is! Although, I will most definitely miss speaking in French every day with Madame. I've learned to love the French language just as much as English, even if it's difficult to think of the order of words when I want to make a question or something of the like.
Since I've last said anything, here's what's happened.
DragonForce has gotten a new lead singer! His name is Marc Hudson, from the lovely country of Britain. He's got long blond hair, with just a slight tad bit of light strawberry coloring (at least, I think). I've listened to his audition video, and it's great; there was one hiccup in the video that I could point out, but it was only a very minor one that lasted no more than three seconds, maximum.
I can honestly say, although I have a pre-conceived love for ZP and his voice, that Marc is a very good singer and I can't wait to hear him as the new lead singer on DragonForce's new album. As for people arguing about whether Marc is a better singer than ZP.... I think it's true. However, if ZP wasn't drunk and high (or at least drunk) at most every concert and while recording, he would be just as good as Marc. If not better :)
Anyways ---> Good luck to you Marc, as well as DragonForce, on a new leg of your epic, powermetal, journey!
Oh, and ZP, wherever you are--I hope you're doing well.
On a different note -- I've started to play blues on my guitar, and I love it much more than what I had expected. I adore how friendly and relaxed the sound of the pentatonic and hexatonic scales are--especially the perfect ways of bending the strings to add a little more "oomph" into the song or line. As I've continued to speed up my playing (slowly but surely), I've found a new love: blues!
School is 3/4 of the way over, and I can't wait until it is! Although, I will most definitely miss speaking in French every day with Madame. I've learned to love the French language just as much as English, even if it's difficult to think of the order of words when I want to make a question or something of the like.
For now, I'll leave you with those thoughts, and this picture. Something I took in December of last year (2010).
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thoughts -- Once Again
I was raised in a Christian family--So I knew the bible decently well. Well, every now and then, I would remember this verse from Psalm 23:4 "As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."
This verse never comforted me. Every time I hear or think about this verse, I think, "I do fear evil and I'm not comforted." Especially right now. My brother just left for college -- he seemed to be the glue that held my family together. Although my brother rarely said, "I love you" to me, I know we have a strong brother/sister relationship. So, for me, it's really been hard to let him go. As soon as my brother left, I got pretty depressed. Added onto that, my father seems to love playing stupid and doing things to hurt me mentally and emotionally. It's not like he hasn't done it before, he's just doing it more now. I'm really sick of explaining to my dad how he's hurting me and what he's doing. It's not like he's mentally incompetent; he's a really intelligent guy. He doesn't need help to know how it is acceptable to treat your daughter.
But anyway, I just feel really depressed. Not suicidal or anything, just like I don't care about anyone, or anything at the moment. I usually love playing my guitar or piano... But when I try, and it's like my passion for music just vanished--dissipated into thin air. That makes me even more sad; knowing that the only thing I really cared about doesn't matter a bit anymore.
As you can probably tell, I have no idea where I'm going with this... I guess it's just a little rant.
Oh, and if you actually read this whole thing, here's a picture. And even if you didn't read any of it... Enjoy. It's my eye in black and white.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The Mind and Deep Thoughts
It fascinates me how fragile the human mind is, and how easily its mood can be changed. I've been listening to the musical introduction to Stephen King's movie Red Rose for about two hours; the music alone has put me in a very solemn state of mind. Maybe it's just that I'm very feeling-oriented, or maybe it's that people have something deeper than just a mind. We humans feel things very deeply. Some people feel things, emotions, that come from such a deep place inside them that there has to be something more, like a soul.
After a while of playing flash games, I went to find a picture of a "sad" rose on Google. Something came up, a story that I wasn't expecting. It was about a young woman whose father died of cancer. The father was a very esteemed reactor physicist, a so-called "brilliant man." The cancer was found only just before he died. As you can imagine, the disease was a huge surprise to the family... a very unwelcome one at that.
It may seem quite odd, but I just started crying then and there (as I read through the story). Something in the words reached out and touched me. Whenever I think of death, I can't help but relate it to my own life somehow. I started thinking of my father dying, of the other loved ones in my life disappearing before my eyes in a matter of months, weeks, days, hours -- or even minutes. I could come home one day, and find that my mother had been killed in a car accident, or that my father had been a casualty of an attack by someone. Although something like disease could also strike a deathly blow to my brother; he could get painfully ill in a matter of days, and I would never see him again.
Do everyone you love, and yourself some good. Tell them every day how much you love them and how much they mean to you. When you get in arguments, take some time to cool down. When you've done that, go back and apologize or try to smooth things over. Just think how horrible you would feel if one day you and the person you love most in the whole world had a dispute that was never resolved - and the next day, before you could talk to them about it, they were killed in a horrendous car crash. Or maybe they died due to a terrorist attack (like 9/11, Pearl Harbor, etc.).
After a while of playing flash games, I went to find a picture of a "sad" rose on Google. Something came up, a story that I wasn't expecting. It was about a young woman whose father died of cancer. The father was a very esteemed reactor physicist, a so-called "brilliant man." The cancer was found only just before he died. As you can imagine, the disease was a huge surprise to the family... a very unwelcome one at that.
It may seem quite odd, but I just started crying then and there (as I read through the story). Something in the words reached out and touched me. Whenever I think of death, I can't help but relate it to my own life somehow. I started thinking of my father dying, of the other loved ones in my life disappearing before my eyes in a matter of months, weeks, days, hours -- or even minutes. I could come home one day, and find that my mother had been killed in a car accident, or that my father had been a casualty of an attack by someone. Although something like disease could also strike a deathly blow to my brother; he could get painfully ill in a matter of days, and I would never see him again.
Do everyone you love, and yourself some good. Tell them every day how much you love them and how much they mean to you. When you get in arguments, take some time to cool down. When you've done that, go back and apologize or try to smooth things over. Just think how horrible you would feel if one day you and the person you love most in the whole world had a dispute that was never resolved - and the next day, before you could talk to them about it, they were killed in a horrendous car crash. Or maybe they died due to a terrorist attack (like 9/11, Pearl Harbor, etc.).
Never stop living
Never stop forgiving
Never ever stop listening
Never stop pursuing your dreams
Never give up at anything, especially if it's difficult
But this, I cannot stress enough
Never stop loving
Never stop caring
~ by Rachael Abrams
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