Quote by ATAndTruongI agree with
dutchforce. Don't talk so haltingly (key Chii trait).
Bam. That's probably the reason. I barely look up when I rarely talk (confirmed
by my peers on more than one occassion, albeit indignantly). But at least I'm
typing better...!
Hellsing
(Sentou Yousei) Yukikaze
Shakugan no Shana
Moon Phase
(Lunar Legend) Tsukihime
.hack//SIGN, .hack//(Dusk)Legend of the Twilight Bracelet, .hack//Roots
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (soon)
(Higurashi no Naku Koro ni) When they Cry (soon)
(Kino no Tabi) Kino's Journey
Serial Experiments Lain
Boogiepop Phantom
The Animatrix was good...that's all I can think of now. I highly reccomend
subscribing to NewType USA, as their monthly volumes give everything you need in
terms of anime.
It has its merits.
And extreme downside.
Anthony Hopkins, in his latest film 'Fracture', said "It takes a special
kind of strength to look someone in the eye and shoot them."
Can you look into a mirror and do that, knowing the result will be fatal? It
depends...it's both worth it and it's not. It shows you really are in a bad
position because you actually found the courage to do it...and then, you're
dead. But another quote... "Even a broken clock is right twice a
day."
Who decides what is right and what is wrong?
Only you.
I would be in Higurashi no Naku Koro ni,
or 'When they Cry' in English, because my past is basically a carbon-copy of
everything contained within that anime. I'll spare public details...you'll
figure it out if you see it for yourself. www.crunchyroll.com has the entire
series...as of yet. English version released in a month or so.
Other than that...I would say any .hack genre. It's...basically my element.
<3
SAME problem I had a while back...just look at my thread-history. Says the SAME
things...though I used to type with '...' after every word...because I was so
skiddish. Still am...just not as much. Anyway...all I did was, I looked at what
.hack's Ovan had to say: "Get stronger. Consume all your happiness
and sadness, and use that as your stepping stone."
You're all set.
I play music...read...and write. Sometimes...I even search Youtube, or go on
Newgrounds to play a game or watch Strawberry Clock or something...there are
lots of ways.
Hmm...intriguing situation...and even more strange question...
I've always done all I can to help out those around me who seem to care (i.e.
friends), whether it be suicide-thoughts or just bad days. I've always given it
all I had when speaking to someone close to me...genuinely loved the feeling of
helping, of being the reason someone
felt better, especially with suicide cases, as it feels liek you sort of saved
their lives in a way. I'd help out everyone with everything. I thought myself a
'good guy'.
And now here comes the question. Let's say, if I wanted to die, would it
technically be suicide if someone I knew, who wanted to kill someone, did it to
me because I 'let' them? Let's say she has a desire to just kill someone. And so
I told her that I would be an option if she ever wanted to actually do it,
because I wanted to die. Okay, so she stabs me to death with a Bowie knife.
Would that technically be suicide, if I wanted to die? And wouldn't it be so
monstrously ironic, that here I am, in a way committing suicide, something I've
always prevented some people from doing, but at the same time, I'm helping the
person fulfill their desire? Helping, like I've always helped my friends?
Yet...doing what so many of them wanted to do? But it's her hand covered in my
blood...or may it just as well be on my own?
The sea decides for no apparent reason to transform into a black hole and fire
out a beam similar to a Drain Heart that molecularly breaks down everything in
the vicinity on the subatomic level (whilst being sucked into said black
hole).
I realize now...that no matter how dearly or close you hold your
memories...your lost friends will never be brought back.
I have been here...for a very long time. Have spoken with so many
people...heard so much, seen so much. I was made who I am by everything that
happened... But now...inevitably...there is nothing. Where have they all
gone...? They all drifted away...and it's my fault. If I were just there
more...if I hadn't disappeared...
So...now what? Some of the best memories from those times...and the phantoms of
so many friends I had made...how can I return to that disposition? I want to
bring everybody back...every last one...but...that's a bit selfish of me, isn't
it?
At least I...can remember everything that happened. I really wish some things
had gone differently...but I can at least meekly smile at the memories that will
never go away...of this place...
I'm here still...but...I fear I'm alone. It seems everything's gray again...oh
well. Such is my lonesome decree.
But what right do I have to lament? I guess...this is my Twilight. It is da rke st b efo r e the da w n.
Thank you...
You know...when I write my threads the way I do...all the ones from the past...I
never expect to get much from them...because I'm just so...distant, and I can
never...put my point down right. But...I always wind up getting at least a
little familiar help...
...thanks.
Help? Others? *Tilts his head, blinking.* What's that? Hehe...just kidding...
Sorry...I'm just really not...used to receiving such things from others...but
yes...I do my best to help^^...
Ah...I don't really tend to...talk a lot to people...so no, I haven't tried...
In a situation that would summon this emotion like mentioning his name summons
Freddy Krueger, I'll give a fictional example...
Imagine you're walking along the street, a minstrel man. Everyone goes to and
fro about their little affairs (as H.G. Wells once said, 'serene in their
assurance of their empire over matter'), and you along with them. Suddenly, a
commoner, a passerby, collapses. All you know is that she's fallen.
Everyone else reacts as if this occurance never happens. You look, and as you
do, people flock to her, hectic and concerned. Suddenly, you realize through
your fascination that you're but a spectator in the scene; it's as if you're
disconnected from the rest of society. It's like you're not even there. But as
they handle the situation, you suddenly feel like everything you had thought
that day, everything you mused about, was frighteningly interesting and real;
and you want to make it more so.
For example, you may have looked up and saw a few jets in the sky, distant,
leaving behind long white trails of exhaust. You think nothing more of them. But
later on that day, after seeing the person collapse and the impact it has on so
many, you may look up from the crowd and see those jets again, and this time,
they will be much more fascinating and real and there.
You may not...have those feelings, and I may be the only one who acts in that
manner...but that about hits the nail on the head...
I guess so... I guess...what I'm trying to say is that...it's the only thing
that makes one feel like a true individual... When everyone's indeed crowding
around who just got hurt or something...you are not a part of anything.
Everyone's attention is on the focal-point: the happening...and you are detached
from everyone there and everything happening...but at the same time...with that
feeling, I want to make myself known...hey, I'm here too, I can help! sort of a
thing...but the trouble is...how can one help...when they don't even know what
happened? Yet...I feel as if I DID know what happened...then I feel
powerless...
Thanks for your thoughts...response to elaboration in this manner is the sort of
thing that makes me think, no wonder everyone who talks to me compares me to
Miho Tohya from MegaTokyo...
I watch things happen...but I'll only see something once in a while... I will
hear and see fragments of an occurence...but when something climactic happens, I
feel as if...I had been there the whole time, instead of just...getting
fragments.
Argh...I keep understanding things that I don't wanna understand. And then I
get...lured in. I just...sit back and watch people come to misfortune, and it's
on: and when they do come to misfortune...I feel. I don't wanna feel...I don't
like it.
Yeah...it's okay, it's alright...but it's never okay for them...it's always a
struggle with something. Why can't they just be at peace...to struggle for
existence? Why do I have to feel...when I see something happen to them? That's
what life is...a series of down endings.
But an observer such as I...may watch and, even though they do not know the
full story...feels, when something big happens. And then it makes me feel
like...like I wanna do something to start a series of events on my own, as to
dissuade my thoughts from the memories of their misfortune...
Think of it this way...when you see someone die, when you see them hurt, and
the resulting concern on the faces of those involved, their actions...doesn't
everything look so much more lively? So much more...vibrant, and there! Maybe
it's...a feeling of being lucky? Maybe it's empathy...or maybe it's a
failsafe. I don't even know you, and I feel like I'm no
longer a zombie when I watched you collapse, and when I saw all of those close
to you gather 'round.
Am I that horrible of a person, that when I see another's hardship I feel alive
and more like an individual...?
I don't like it...I don't like it at all...
Bam. That's probably the reason. I barely look up when I rarely talk (confirmed by my peers on more than one occassion, albeit indignantly). But at least I'm typing better...!
True, I guess...hmm...
Oh yes, there are. Even I reply sometimes...to really old ones. xD
*Rekindles the spark from 100 weeks ago.*
...yeah. I do what I'm told.
Rhiannon...? Ah...nevermind.
Anyway.
Yeah, but so is death, ne?
Hellsing
(Sentou Yousei) Yukikaze
Shakugan no Shana
Moon Phase
(Lunar Legend) Tsukihime
.hack//SIGN, .hack//(Dusk)Legend of the Twilight Bracelet, .hack//Roots
The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (soon)
(Higurashi no Naku Koro ni) When they Cry (soon)
(Kino no Tabi) Kino's Journey
Serial Experiments Lain
Boogiepop Phantom
The Animatrix was good...that's all I can think of now. I highly reccomend subscribing to NewType USA, as their monthly volumes give everything you need in terms of anime.
Hi, what's your name?
Haruhi Suzumiya and Shana (from Shakugan no Shana).
...
Damn Kyon and Yuiichi... xD
It has its merits.
And extreme downside.
Anthony Hopkins, in his latest film 'Fracture', said "It takes a special kind of strength to look someone in the eye and shoot them."
Can you look into a mirror and do that, knowing the result will be fatal? It depends...it's both worth it and it's not. It shows you really are in a bad position because you actually found the courage to do it...and then, you're dead. But another quote... "Even a broken clock is right twice a day."
Who decides what is right and what is wrong?
Only you.
I would be in Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, or 'When they Cry' in English, because my past is basically a carbon-copy of everything contained within that anime. I'll spare public details...you'll figure it out if you see it for yourself.
www.crunchyroll.com has the entire series...as of yet. English version released in a month or so.
Other than that...I would say any .hack genre. It's...basically my element. <3
SAME problem I had a while back...just look at my thread-history. Says the SAME things...though I used to type with '...' after every word...because I was so skiddish. Still am...just not as much. Anyway...all I did was, I looked at what .hack's Ovan had to say:
"Get stronger. Consume all your happiness and sadness, and use that as your stepping stone."
You're all set.
I play music...read...and write. Sometimes...I even search Youtube, or go on Newgrounds to play a game or watch Strawberry Clock or something...there are lots of ways.
*Sighs.* ...yeah...I know...
Hmm...intriguing situation...and even more strange question...
I've always done all I can to help out those around me who seem to care (i.e. friends), whether it be suicide-thoughts or just bad days. I've always given it all I had when speaking to someone close to me...genuinely loved the feeling of helping, of being the reason someone felt better, especially with suicide cases, as it feels liek you sort of saved their lives in a way. I'd help out everyone with everything. I thought myself a 'good guy'.
And now here comes the question. Let's say, if I wanted to die, would it technically be suicide if someone I knew, who wanted to kill someone, did it to me because I 'let' them? Let's say she has a desire to just kill someone. And so I told her that I would be an option if she ever wanted to actually do it, because I wanted to die. Okay, so she stabs me to death with a Bowie knife. Would that technically be suicide, if I wanted to die? And wouldn't it be so monstrously ironic, that here I am, in a way committing suicide, something I've always prevented some people from doing, but at the same time, I'm helping the person fulfill their desire? Helping, like I've always helped my friends? Yet...doing what so many of them wanted to do? But it's her hand covered in my blood...or may it just as well be on my own?
The sea decides for no apparent reason to transform into a black hole and fire out a beam similar to a Drain Heart that molecularly breaks down everything in the vicinity on the subatomic level (whilst being sucked into said black hole).
I like knives. xD
Strange...hearing that come from you. I never expected...hm. Perhaps some friends weren't truly friends afterall...?
I realize now...that no matter how dearly or close you hold your memories...your lost friends will never be brought back.
I have been here...for a very long time. Have spoken with so many people...heard so much, seen so much. I was made who I am by everything that happened... But now...inevitably...there is nothing. Where have they all gone...? They all drifted away...and it's my fault. If I were just there more...if I hadn't disappeared...
So...now what? Some of the best memories from those times...and the phantoms of so many friends I had made...how can I return to that disposition? I want to bring everybody back...every last one...but...that's a bit selfish of me, isn't it?
At least I...can remember everything that happened. I really wish some things had gone differently...but I can at least meekly smile at the memories that will never go away...of this place...
I'm here still...but...I fear I'm alone. It seems everything's gray again...oh well.
Such is my lonesome decree.
But what right do I have to lament? I guess...this is my Twilight.
It is da rke st b efo r e the da w n.
Thank you...
You know...when I write my threads the way I do...all the ones from the past...I never expect to get much from them...because I'm just so...distant, and I can never...put my point down right. But...I always wind up getting at least a little familiar help...
...thanks.
Help? Others? *Tilts his head, blinking.* What's that? Hehe...just kidding... Sorry...I'm just really not...used to receiving such things from others...but yes...I do my best to help^^...
Ah...I don't really tend to...talk a lot to people...so no, I haven't tried...
Oh, okay...sorry...I'm just a bit distant sometimes...heh. ^^;'..
In a situation that would summon this emotion like mentioning his name summons Freddy Krueger, I'll give a fictional example...
Imagine you're walking along the street, a minstrel man. Everyone goes to and fro about their little affairs (as H.G. Wells once said, 'serene in their assurance of their empire over matter'), and you along with them. Suddenly, a commoner, a passerby, collapses. All you know is that she's fallen.
Everyone else reacts as if this occurance never happens. You look, and as you do, people flock to her, hectic and concerned. Suddenly, you realize through your fascination that you're but a spectator in the scene; it's as if you're disconnected from the rest of society. It's like you're not even there. But as they handle the situation, you suddenly feel like everything you had thought that day, everything you mused about, was frighteningly interesting and real; and you want to make it more so.
For example, you may have looked up and saw a few jets in the sky, distant, leaving behind long white trails of exhaust. You think nothing more of them. But later on that day, after seeing the person collapse and the impact it has on so many, you may look up from the crowd and see those jets again, and this time, they will be much more fascinating and real and there.
You may not...have those feelings, and I may be the only one who acts in that manner...but that about hits the nail on the head...
...yes it can... It makes me feel like...I'm some kind of stranger to everything around me...but at the same time, guilty.
I guess so... I guess...what I'm trying to say is that...it's the only thing that makes one feel like a true individual... When everyone's indeed crowding around who just got hurt or something...you are not a part of anything. Everyone's attention is on the focal-point: the happening...and you are detached from everyone there and everything happening...but at the same time...with that feeling, I want to make myself known...hey, I'm here too, I can help! sort of a thing...but the trouble is...how can one help...when they don't even know what happened? Yet...I feel as if I DID know what happened...then I feel powerless...
Thanks for your thoughts...response to elaboration in this manner is the sort of thing that makes me think, no wonder everyone who talks to me compares me to Miho Tohya from MegaTokyo...
I watch things happen...but I'll only see something once in a while... I will hear and see fragments of an occurence...but when something climactic happens, I feel as if...I had been there the whole time, instead of just...getting fragments.
Argh...I keep understanding things that I don't wanna understand. And then I get...lured in. I just...sit back and watch people come to misfortune, and it's on: and when they do come to misfortune...I feel. I don't wanna feel...I don't like it.
Yeah...it's okay, it's alright...but it's never okay for them...it's always a struggle with something. Why can't they just be at peace...to struggle for existence? Why do I have to feel...when I see something happen to them? That's what life is...a series of down endings.
But an observer such as I...may watch and, even though they do not know the full story...feels, when something big happens. And then it makes me feel like...like I wanna do something to start a series of events on my own, as to dissuade my thoughts from the memories of their misfortune...
Think of it this way...when you see someone die, when you see them hurt, and the resulting concern on the faces of those involved, their actions...doesn't everything look so much more lively? So much more...vibrant, and there! Maybe it's...a feeling of being lucky? Maybe it's empathy...or maybe it's a failsafe.
I don't even know you, and I feel like I'm no longer a zombie when I watched you collapse, and when I saw all of those close to you gather 'round.
Am I that horrible of a person, that when I see another's hardship I feel alive and more like an individual...?
I don't like it...I don't like it at all...