I apologize for the crude titling... if you've clicked then I've successfully lured you into the parlor despite that. Excuse my immaturity for just one second. Breathe the wafts of cocoa in. Anyway. Your favorite chocolates? Post photos of them here, and share stories of them if you've any. My paternal grandfather would hand out Bajadera to my brother and I whenever we visited on our yearly trips to Macedonia. Very tasty, Croatian chocolates are. Your standard European chocolate. Milka.
Let me hear those ear worms. Nursery rhymes, do you remember any? Mein gott, mon dieu, my god! Alouette has been stuck in my head all day, all day. All day. It saddens me to think, that no longer can I skip around and hum nursery songs without seeming an eccentric. I hope the lot of you are eccentric enough to appreciate what my peers could never. Eccentric? Non, non. Not eccentric in the least. More like... childish... [video=youtube;xM0UyNqrS0o]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xM0UyNqrS0o[/video] Don't even get me started on this one. How I loathed this one. The kids would sing it on the bus so long ago, years ago when they knew how to have fun... except, they could not remember anything but the first line. So it was, The Wheels On the Bus Go Round And Round x100 until we reached our destination. But this one is not catchy. It is anything but. [video=youtube;bAXeAcginYQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAXeAcginYQ[/video] I know of plenty more, but I'll refrain from posting any more... don't know if anyone cares, to be honest, I will refrain for now. Those pathetic losers whose interests have been piqued, post some rhymes? Surely I can't be the only loser here... I lose, I lose...
During periods of disconcerting depression I sometimes wish I had a hobby of some sort. I've a few interests but I've no pursued interests, no hobbies. A passionless excuse of a human being. That sounds very depressed, I very well realize, good grief I hope no one recommends a psychologist; tried and I've no interest, perhaps later on in life when I can be taken a bit more seriously I will give it another go. But my impressions of them are generally negative, paying to talk to someone. A good friend could easily fulfill the role, although I suppose the friendless are at a loss here. Seriously sidetracking. Be prepared for that, my frustratingly common tendency to go off on a tangent... Have you any hobbies? Ideas? I'm aspie-like in that I am as fickle as can be in my wavering interests-- not a week ago I had considered martial arts, though in my defense there is no half-decent dojo nearby. And you should see how they advertise themselves, TOP-NOTCH MARTIAL ARTS ACADEMY, WE OFFER A VARIETY OF STYLES, BEST INSTRUCTORS!! then they have you sign a contract and all is final. They might as well be saying, HEY, WE'RE SHAMELESS AND WE'LL RIP YOU OFF!! quite pathetic. I've looked and I've looked, and I can no longer bother to find a real dojo. So many fakers, to sift through them all it would take... an eternity... paint themselves a muddy bronze and hope on your mistaking them for gold. Going off on another tangent. I also am into... marionettes... but the problem here is that I could not possibly pursue such an interest, and it all has to do with location. Well. I suppose I could, if only for myself. Things would most certainly be different if I lived in the Czech Republic, but unfortunately no, I live in Florida. US. Uncultured, at least where I am. No such theatres, no puppets, and certainly none of the string variety. I would come off an eccentric, but that is not what I would worry of; playing with a string puppet might be good fun, but... but... no audience. I can imagine myself losing interest all too quickly, with no audience to perform in front of. Tragic! The life of a solitary puppeteer absent of audience. Instruments. I am currently thinking of... considering... I sing. Wouldn't call it a hobby. Somehow. I do not dedicate myself to it, cripplingly self-conscious about who I perform in front of and, would hesitate to even let people know of my musical tastes. Classical, operatic. Somehow, I would feel awkward and even vulnerable singing so loudly in front a person, would rather belch out notes in my own company. Considering taking up either the cello or the piano; likely to take up the piano given that it is readily available, as my vocal instructor teaches it too. It is rather ironic, as I initially focused on sharpening my vocal chords under the reasoning that any other instrument should be an extension rather. Comfy knowing that my instrument is with me at always. Still. On the other hand, when I grow old and wrinkled, my cracking voice will be of no use; and meanwhile the pianists' fingers will be as deft as always. You just can't win. Considering, considering. All of this considering. I should shut it and just do. Bleh! Help with Life, yes, please do. And one more thing, don't count on my replying: but feel free to offer ideas. I read replies even if I don't dutifully respond.
Amaury - You flee from bees, and never before have I identified so strongly, your entomophobia is mutual. I would like you to know. AMRES - Amres. An American resident. I'm an American resident, too. axel91 - My best friend is head over heels for Axel. I thought you should know. Britishism - I know you not very well but, I think, we should sit over a cup of tea (and crumpets) sometime. I've visited England, your place of birth. Crumpets are delicious. Yes. I think I could get along well with any Britishman, 'specially any Englishman. Charonus Rex - Charmander was my starter Pokemon in the very first Pokemon game I played, and he remained a fan favorite. I avidly believe that Charizard should be a legendary pokemon. The lizard-dragon-thing deserves the title. Droid4Productions - Is it odd that I thought of KroboProductions? I always thought his YouTube Poops a step above WalrusGuy's. How courageous he was, taunting SonicDude3 so openly. eggplantluver23 - Now I will be strikingly honest in that I have never liked eggplants, picked them out my food whenever the order was screwed. But I think, I will grow to love them, no thanks to you. And hey, you were featured in Courage the Cowardly Dog. How can I continue to grudge against these eggs? These plants? finalform32 - You created the (in)famous Last Person To Post III. I would be a fool to doubt your (un)trustiness. hyuge-of-the-twilight - Your profile picture. A tingling jutting well through my bosom. I am almost aroused. Janime6 - You like anime. I like anime. Omg we have so much in common! Both of us in the anime clubs at school, I bet. JapAnimeFanatic - Again. With the Anime. Btw, Japanese subs are the preffered style of watching. Japan over America anyday! Jayn- You are severely lacking in empathy and I, my Jayn, admire you for the witch that you are. How bold are how daring, having us at it! Making us do this and that, and all of these wacky things! Respect the witch else she will curse your face with a bout of achne. 'Tis not pretty. Jump Heart - Your profile picture accurately depicts my ever-creeping sense of imminent loneliness. Stranger of whom I don't know, you have my immediate sympathies. Kayate- Not once have I replied to your contant income of visitor messages, asking me how I am doing and whatnot... I should say, they are welcome. And that I am truly a selfish being for remaining unresponsive. And that you, K, are selfless... KingdomCrownXlll- I am 13 as well. Nearing 13, but still... KIRA94000- Yagami Light was my favorite character of Death Note. He had intent whilst, the others didn't, at least he had a meaning of some sort. The others were noticeably lacking in that department, in want, in will. Meanwhile he had his set. With his death I weeped, with L and the others I sat poker-faced. Kisala - Toy Story 3 wasn't deep, wasn't philosical, anything but. Wholeheartedly I agree. I mean, how do they propose to get something deep across with toys? I entered the theater with high hopes of watching something lighthearted, and I departed disappointed. Why, why must we dramatize needlessly... Lea - You've two posts, 275 visits, and a beautiful name. A beautiful girl. The lass should post more often. Lesumax- Guess who made WAFFLES!?!?! I am a devoted supporter of Invader Zim too. They should definitely continue the series. ALSO, Zim x Dib 4EVA libregkd- You an affiliate of Inglip? Inflip summoned. IT HAS BEGUN. Loxare- From the profoundest pits of my pitiless pith I thank you for entertaining Makaze in his rounds of checkers. A game of which I haven't the talent nor the time for. He's a boy with a low-attention span. To entertain him, this is a gift you have... Makaze- What to say, what to say... you are the love of my life, of course I love, and I found you rather daring in your posting of yourself, the photo, very daring indeed. Glaring at us coldly. You boss, ain't no doubt about it Noctis was quite right. Misty- I've had a longstanding and withstanding rivalry with you, perhaps unrequited, in our... our age. I would have wished to have been the only 12 yr old of the forum! I brush this off, and I claim you an equal. To you I bow. mis_notalent - You shan't self-deprecate so overtly, and you overdo it. How could I possibly chide you for something of which I do so often? We self-deprecators, need to grow a pair and stop whining. Nekoki - The majority of your threads dealing with teen awkwardness or puppy love, what's not to like? We've all gone through the stage at some point. I hope you find your girl. Rhiscx - As well, you narrow your focus down to something more specific... the majority of your time spent at the Yu-Gi-Oh! Card Arena. Can't say I recall you posting anywhere else, and, any fan of Yugi is a friend of mine. I had a fairy deck back in the day. Yourself? We should get to know each other, more, on a more intimate level... Rienzel - Creative, witty, with your threads such as, guess the user below you. As witty as What?, that's what. At the least, as witty as the what, that what, himself. And I'll let you in on a little secret, I too have attempted alchemy by moronically clapping my hands and drawing insignias on the floor. An embarrassing secret. Saximaphone- You think me a younger sister and I find your warm embrace touching. Your caring, touching. You are touching me. You are touching me, appropriately. Smurfasaurus - I hadn't even heard of Smurfs before meeting you, and by the flick of an eye I knew. I had to watch the movie. supersonic14- Where to start. I love Sonic. You love Sonic. I, literally, wanted to marry Sonic as a child. The blue hedgie was mine, and mine alone. Bug off, Amy. Te Deum - You, a bear! I quite like the furry brutes. Me, a mouse. In this we share, a mutual animalistic personification... terra254- 2, 5, 4, my favorite numbers. The Genius Sex Poet - As with the bear I feel close to you, oh so close, acknowledging our ancesty... the rats and the mice, have been at it for years, but can't we toss aside our differences and live alongside the other peacefully? After all, we are so similar, so very similar in bloodline... TitanTX- You dabble in signature requests. Your contributions have not gone unrecognized. tummer- You alerted us to the upcoming Paranormal Activity III, a movie of which I have yet to watch, but, of which I must soon. I must soon watch. If you are likeminded as I think then, you must love to scare yourself, deliberately, rile yourself up. I am queasy and I take pleasure in queasing myself with these horrifying horror films... Twilight_Nobody13 - I'm a nobody. You're a nobody. Yeah. Your profile picture is of Lightning. A favorite RPG character of mine is Cloud. They, like, parallel each other. We're parallels, you and I. Ventus PSP Aqua - Videogames are a hobby of mine, a hobby of which we share. We should play each other sometime, eh? Gaming is certainly not my forte but I try. ~Ryan~ - We idealistic cynics are a pain in the rear end. You'll never know how much you all mean to me. I don't know what I would do without you. You've saved my life. <3
Post here. His name is Sqeagglf.
Brainstorming methods in which to troll the site, I thought of resorting to my old tactics, poorly written Sonic the Hedgehog fanfics. Grew quickly bored with that. Thought of dabbling in something new, namely crossover fanfics. Thought of Sonic still. Thought of Twilight. Thought of how I could possibly screw those two together... then I thought, very suddenly, that "Bella" sounded like the name of a mangy old mutt. Then, this happened... A universe in which Bella is a mutt, Sonic's romantic interest is of the canine variety, and Edward is some mentally handicapped kid (incapable of taking care of Bella, who is handed over to Sonic) who thinks he's a vampire. Oh, and he's romantically interested into beasts. Bestiality. Yup. Dear There are currently 4 users browsing this thread., please stop reading this. I have far too much time on my hands.
Skype chat with Makaze. [10:32:13 PM] Makaze: "Oh, yeah, see, I was right. Publix is only down in the Florida area. Tons in florida. And one down here in Peru." He's never seen a Publix in his life. He doesn't know where Peru is. Apparently he doesn't know where Puerto Rico is either. That's Makaze for you.
Finish up the story of the user above you, not over a paragraph preferably, but I'm not setting a limit to your creativity. I woke up, my pocketwatch having fallen and clattered against the hard concrete. It had fallen out my pocket. My face paled as my eyes scanned, confirming my whereabouts. My neck was sore and, given the unusual positioning, I couldn't look to track the source. That would require looking down, and already I understood. My neck was tied by rope, it entangling the gray lamppost above, my arms clinging onto the rope for dear life, my head gaping upwards to a beautifully clear view of the night sky. It was a suicide attempt... and a piss poor attempt at that.
The films you watched, the books you read, the videogames you played? What was your childhood comprised of? I recently rediscovered a first love of mine, found out five or six years after its release that there was a stop-motion of it. Many years too late. Speechless really, two of my loves combined, creepy ball-jointed stick dolls and Peter and the Wolf. [video=youtube;LnPrTEKibJI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnPrTEKibJI[/video]
Lay 'em out. Spoiler: the guilt, it overwhelms! [video=youtube;Eo0jgXJwFMc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo0jgXJwFMc[/video] [video=youtube;8mGBaXPlri8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mGBaXPlri8[/video] [video=youtube;T0-2lzA7_Cg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0-2lzA7_Cg[/video] [video=youtube;427qORCMXk0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=427qORCMXk0[/video] [video=youtube;snb5729vZe0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snb5729vZe0[/video] [video=youtube;JhSr_AsG7mk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhSr_AsG7mk[/video]
Short of notice, I run here out of breath to inform all of you. I will be holding my very own question time. Consider this a mock trial. If our highers cannot do it rights, then let me do it right. Now as always, before we begin I have rules for the lot of you. These are rules, but they are not really; do not tell the higher-ups, but these "rules" were formed merely to keep them off our trail. To leave us be. And without further ado... 1 - Keep it out the rules of the forum, must be over PG-13. This is LARiA's territory. 2 - If the person in the spotlight does NOT answer your questions, feel free to harass them personally until your answer is gotten. 3 - The person in the spotlight will have to answer the questions on a regular basis, daily, and if not then LARiA is by all means justified to trample through the nominee's apartment entrance, and by all means justified to resort to force. She will be angry. She will not knock. She will care for not a thing as trivial as politeness. 4 - You must be nominated by a point of LARiA's pale, scrawny index finger, and the KHVidians haven't a say in the matter. 5 - Don't sugarcoat your words. Be as clean and concise as possible, and remember that what they call "flaming" is what we call honesty. 6 - Feel free to interrogate the victim for as long as you so wish to. Question to your heart's content. All is fair. These are the rules... but not really. Ask on.
All of these threads of murderous intent are not painting a picture-perfect view of me, likening my quality to a serial-killer. That creepy girl who would love nothing more than to drag you down to hell. But unlike the other thread, this one is a free-for-all. Kill in however way you please, there are no defining rules. Look who's first. Haven't learnt my lesson, posted in the spamzone once more...
Meant to only show Saxima, but why not... another thread of another kind. Your handwriting. Excuse moi, for not writing this down on paper. Please try to remain on paper throughout posts, sorry child I am for spoiling my very own thread. Wrote this brain-dead. Uuhhmm. Off to bed I go. Don't even ask of context. Will post more tomorrow, later, or something. Spoiler: murderous intent
...but that's not all, select one fictional character (anime/manga, film, novel, videogame, etc.) they are like even to a degree, and match them. Which as I understand it might prove difficult, provided that the person above you is a stranger - which most of you are to me, rendering most of this utter guesswork. Culling out the look-alikes, all in good fun. Which character is LARiA like? Start.
...to murder someone with.Describe, with precise detail, who your target is and how you would [hypothetically] murder them. LARiA's target - Makaze Him and I finally meet. He drives me fro the airport, and we arrive at his dingy shack of a house (by 3:30 pm), I feign drowsiness and he, ever the polite one, shows me to my room. There I deliberately collapse into bed, shut my eyes and still all movement. I wait. Knowing him, and judging by the pony pajamas he attired in and showed up in in the airport, he had waken up minutes before picking me up; the man suffers from chronic insomnia, crashing at 7 am in the morning and arousing from bed at 5 or 6 pm in the afternoon. I, of course, knew this beforehand. Must have been quite a struggle for him to spring out of the house (at 3 pm!), readying himself to pick me up from the 'port. Now he, however eager, would need to crash. I listen for any sound, and once the coast is clear and the house is absolutely, and utterly, silent... My chance! I leap from the bed, giddy as could be, and speed into his kitchen. Swivel self around, head turning and neck craning... where was it, where was it... aha! The lower drawer, nearest the stove and to the right! Bingo! Pull open the drawer, and gingerly haul out... A BUTCHER'S KNIFE! Grinning like a fool and being none-too-ladylike, I regain composure. Remember what I came here for. The man threw kittens for fun, he talked of "control" and of only himself, the man was a monster. The world would like nothing better than to rid itself of these cretin. And who else to do it than I? I would do it the old-fashioned way. One foot in front of the other, creeping along the wall, she sneaked through his half-open door, a puss. Pay dearly he would. With my right hand cradling the knife, I lift it up, up, up... And down it goes! Slicing his head off with one blow. Smiling weakly, my eyes water and I begin to tear when my feet hit solid ground - reality- and I realize... He hadn't a chance.
A thread I recently posted on another forum, reposting the following. I wish for more responses. ----- Yesterday night whilst riding the Paris Metro with parents, my father's wallet was snatched away. Pickpocketers, believe it is a common problem in Europe; at least, in touristy areas. My mother and I had boarded the subway, my father struggled wading through the waves of people, seemed that quite a few people had been blocking his way. Struggled, but managed to board finally. An Indian lady, couldn't have been no older than 20 at the most, had been one of the few that had obstructed his path. Mother spotted this, that she was doing it deliberately- either she has keen eyes, or I am simply absentminded. Positioned herself with arms around purse, protecting from potential thievery. So the subway rattled on, this woman [apparently] reared herself behind my father, seized the wallet and sped off, subway doors shut after her. She was quick, unbelievably so. By this point in time my mother had realized what had happened, told my father to check his pocket, and sure enough the wallet was missing. Contained approximately $700, along with my father's credit card, driver's license, etc. Luckily, luckily, he had at least the sense to leave our passports in the room, otherwise we would have been screwed. All cards canceled soon as we reached the apartment. Surprised me, she didn't look a thief. Had worn a clean, white sweater. I thought her pretty. Mysterious pocket-thief woman strikes gold with him! Hit the jackpot, won the lottery. My father practically screams tourist, was such an easy target. It is ironic almost, for he had just been going on to me about how he could not possibly fall victim to the pickpocketers; had been born and raised in Macedonia, where they run rampant. He had even shown me where he kept his wallet, while we were waiting on the train! Good one, татко. :D One moment of casualness, guard down and a single slip-up led to that. Looking down at this with the bird's view, slightly detached from it all; perhaps I would have cared more if she had taken our passports, leaving us really and truly ****ed. Prodded parents for afterthoughts, asked them what they thought of pickpocketers. "Scum of the earth", they called her. Not her particularly, pickpocketers in general. I like to think the best of people, would like to think that the shewolf had some reason for going for the wallet. Hoping that she spent the money on necessities, and didn't indulge herself. Would rather not shatter my picture-perfect view, if that were the case I couldn't help but feel a tad disgusted. Or maybe she had tossed it off to others, because after all, there had been others in her near proximity. Accomplices? The wolves work in packs. Cannot help but wonder! $700 that we didn't need, if she needed it so badly then so be it. After all, was partially our fault for not keeping closer watch. This mad selflessness will kill me, I care for this stranger on a train. People can be selfish, but yet I care for them all the same. It can be problematic... this unrestrained sympathy. Before any of you say... I am naive, inexperienced, a child still. I am painfully aware of it. Tie it up and assume she had done so for a reason, would like to not believe it a whimsical decision. Good grief, I hesitate to post this thread. Would have done better as a blog, wouldn't it have... A little frightened to see the potential responses, to be honest. Wrote up a storm, had it set in mind and yet it came out half-arsed. TL;DR - Ever been pickpocketed? Any sympathy for the perpetrators? Thoughts, if any?
Turning on the lights business, shun it, and curse my damned tendencies.
Help me out here, what's Checkers?!
to France, England, and Wales. On vacation, 21 days away, starting on the 22nd of this month. Probably won't have access to a computer, I will be packing lightly. Nearly forgot about this, excusing my absence beforehand and whatnot.
Yes, draw the user above you. Lousy MS Paint will do, doesn't need to be pretty. Most here have posted their photo, yes? If not, and you are clueless as to what the above user looks like, make it up. Let your imagination run wild with you. Results will be interesting, I think. Start!
