Update and a very under standard doujinshi >_&g
Remorse
). On a school related note, there are no art classes this term. I really enjoyed them last term no matter how cheesy or difficult the task was. I got the chance to charcoal 4 pivotal points in Janus' first 16 years of life AND get marked on it 8D Of course the teacher doesn't exactly know what happens in her life but I explained it simply lol
Doujin... umm... I mentioned this back in January and most of the feedback was + to submitting it here but I ended up not because of the standard, inconsistency, and incompleteness of it. But in order to not have it end up a pure lie to those I said I would to, here are the links.
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I drew these while I was in HK in an all so humble mountain top home in a small area called Shek Lei. I could call it an apartment I guess but by the standard of living I've been brought up in, I consider them to be pockets of seclusion for the large Hong Kong population. I apologize for the lack of consistency and story again. I realized as I depressed over it that I still have such a long way to go. Good experience to have tried but I need stories and I can't write my own fanfics because I still see myself as a supporter and cannot move to being 'her' as a character. So many people have, but only so many have succeeded in it. I lurk around fanfic.net yes but there's only one I really like from all the SEED adaptions and continuations.
I can't return. Only progress. I can't die. Only live. We can't be together. Only walk our separate paths. But who is this we I speak of? I walk alone on this broken road. The cracks are like thorns. I can't avoid them. The more I think. The worse the pain is. Take my thoughts away. I want to live ignorant. As I am unable to do a thing for those I care for. Unable to even for myself. The foundation upon which myself is built is flawed. As are the rest of you. But you don't lose faith. While I deteriorate. I am the acid of my life. You can't save me. I doubt you would. I wouldn't want you to. Please leave me alone. This path is meant for me. And me alone.
Spikes grow from every pore of this body. You won't find comfort here. Lift your head from my shoulder. I can't be there. You won't want me to. I'll fall. And you won't know. I'll die. And you'll move on.
Please leave me alone.
Something I wrote up on the 17th. I think I'm in mood swing mode ==" Sorry if it's depressing
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My new account > ~Takasu-kun
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This is a Zentradi Officer battlemech, Glaurauder. It is made of PPC and DE CULTURE
@actual doujin: dude.. the inconsistency is killing me x_x
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The future haunts with memories I can never have. The past sees this trail of thoughts. The present does not exist.
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This is a Zentradi Officer battlemech, Glaurauder. It is made of PPC and DE CULTURE
"Something I wrote up on the 17th. I think I'm in mood swing mode ==" Sorry if it's depressing
I think I drew the wrong image of where I lived in HK. It's a humble old building than a fancy new one that you described
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The future haunts with memories I can never have. The past sees this trail of thoughts. The present does not exist.
Nooooooooooooo! I meant the humble old buildings that look like they have tonnes of character!! Not the new apartment buildings bleh! I tried to look for a picture on google as an example but I couldn't find one *sniffsniff* D:.
I know a lot of chinese who are born in foreign countries who can't speak canto
Yea I know what you mean. I've been compared to a lot because I never attended school in HK or lived there for over a month whereas the other ABCs I know who also know canto have lived or been educated there. The others born here can listen but not speak much of it seemingly. But because I'm sitting in the middle, people expect me to know more than I do simply because I can speak it fluently @_@ it's quite awkward when you meet someone and they're shocked that you can speak it properly but then they ramble off about more HK esque stuff and I'm left to blink blankly xD
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The future haunts with memories I can never have. The past sees this trail of thoughts. The present does not exist.
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