Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Did you know?
Since Nana seems to have more time on her hands than usual. Nana has been thinking alot and found something out. Edward Scissorhands is a creation myth for snow.

If Otaku has the time, go back and watch the movie while considering this:

For all creation myths there must be a reason for the creator to end up in that roll. Whether it is out of joy, duty, pain, punishment, sadness, or any other emotion, at the end of the story the creator will feel compelled to create. The creator is either an outsider of the world in which the story takes place or he lived in that world and is cast out. The meaning of the creation will usually fit the emotions and eternal goal of the creator at the end of the story. Snow, much like rain, is used in many stories to express a certain sadness, either of the characters in a scene or of the story itself. It can also express a unrequited love that has been frozen in time or, more often than not, frozen in the creators heart. What makes snow different from rain is the fact that it also can represent pure innocence and child like joy. This is because of the sparkling white color of snow. Once the reason has been established, someone must tell this story. In most cases, the story is told by an elderly person, either someone who was there during the story or an ancestor of someone who was. The ones who usually hear the story are children because of their innocent views of the world.


It will make alot of since and the story will have a much deeper meaning.


NNM
Stupidity- For when you don't want others to see your neurons firing
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

The pain!!!
Well, what can I say? I now know what it feels like to be shot. Grazed, more or less, but a form of shot none the same. I'll be ready for light duty (no heavy lifting, but still able to go on missions) in about another day.

To say that I'm a bit freaked is strangely an overstatement. Since I've gotten to my current station, I've kinda expected it. So it ain't much of a surprise. So don't worry, I'll live a long, long, long, lomg, long, long, long................ undead life.

In other news, I've hit a dramatic wall. I can't write any drama right now and that's all bad since at the point I am in my novel, all it is is drama.
Frustrating, no?

Poem:

Gawking at the stage
My heart jumps a beat
She can't be that age
She's just too sweet

Oh god I feel a tingle
This can't be good
I think I should mingle
I'd leave if I could

One by one the beers spill
One by one the people collapse
On the girl my eyes are still
For me the time doesn't elapse

Morning comes with a thud
The girl now a forgotten love
If only she knew that I am a stud
Then she would have been my dove



NNM
Yes, creepy, we know. Just don't go telling your parents about us. Then we'd have to kill you...........................................
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With love.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Sometimes I wonder what I listen to
I have this song and have always found is fun to listen to. Yesterday my friend back in the states sent me a translation of the song. I stand in awe at Kotoko's misleading music style.

Change My Style~Making Myself Your Type~
By- Kotoko

Uh, uh, ahem
Attention please, attention please
Um, this plane is currently heading towards your heart
Rapidly gaining altitude
Make sure not to leave my side until the seatbelt sign goes off
Please!

How are you, Mr. Sun?
Pretty soon I've got to get ready and go (Rub me)
What shall I wear today?
Well, well, which one will you like best?

It's a hunch, my heart aches, I get jealous
But still I try my hardest
They say "even a horse-driver can clean up nicely"
So I try to immitate that pretty girl, but it's not quite right
But just wait
I'll flail and catch up with you
Can you just stay right there and grin
And say you love me more than anyone in the world?
I want to be your cute kitten, meow (meow meow)

Hey! You over there!! Will you show me your license?
...Huh?! That face, could it be...?
The wanted heart thief?!
Y- you're under arrest!!

Hey, you just looked at someone else
Show me, which girl were you looking at? (Rub me)
Wow, she's actually kind of pretty
But, but my smile is better
I get morose, I get down, I wail and cry
But still I love you
Everyone says it's like playing house
But I don't care about them!

Come on, just wait
I'll hurry up and change
I'll transform into your type
I'll be the best behaved girl in the world
I want to be your cute puppy, woof (woof woof)

Welcome! Welcome!
Cheese burger and oolong tea, right?
Would you like a smile and a kiss on the cheek
And fries with that??

Rub, rub me, rub, rub me, rub, rub me, honey
Rub, rub me, rub, rub me, rub, rub me, honey

Come on, just wait
I'll hurry up and change
I'll transform into your type
Can you say you love me more than anyone in the world?
I want to be your cute kitten, meow (meow meow)

Okay, what's the problem?
Huh? Your heart's been racing lately...
You've had a slight fever and felt dizzy... Hmm...
That might be a very, very severe case of "love sickness"
If I don't treat you right away, it could get serious
Now just lie down over there
And close your eyes...take a deep breath...
Whew...now just relax...
Come on, loosen up



NNM
This and that aren't always the same. What I write as military stories may or may not be true. Think about that one for a minute.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

That and...
I finch at the white light as I remove my protective goggles so I can clear out the crust. This place is desolate. I sigh as my vision gets used to the searing light. We are lost, so very lost. A quick wind picks up blowing sand all over. I put my goggles back on.

“Have you checked the azimuth yet?” I turn to see who asked. Our NCO is leaning against the driver side passenger door; his Kevlar sat on the hood of the HMMWV exposing his bald head. His armor was open and his weapon hung lazily on the mamba sling he used, holding it at a vague ready position. Whether his eyes were open or closed, I can’t tell since the tint of his goggles blocked the light. Either way I have a feeling that they’d be apathetic in appearance.

“Yeah, yeah.” I shake my head and remove my GPS and map from my unused ammo pouch. I kneel down and lay out the map. I turn on the GPS, it states that the battery is lower. Yeah, I know, that’s why we’re lost. I mark the point the GPS reads and turn it off. Next I take out my compass and protractor to measure the angle at which we are off and then plot a new azimuth to get us to the destination. We aren’t that far off so the correction should be easy to follow. I tell our NCO as much.

He smiles and bangs on the driver’s door, “Can you keep us straight this time?”
The drivers window falls open with a thump, “As long as there ain’t any more storms.”
Having collected up my gear I made my way back to the vehicle, “Even with some minor derivation we should be able to see it with binos.”
“Right,” Our NCO grabs his Kevlar and plops it on, “Let’s bet moving.”


The loud hum of the motor and makeshift AC makes it hard to talk without yelling. It isn’t much of a conversation, mostly just small talk and whatnot. That’s the problem with these types of missions; you are out for days with the same two of three people and you just run out of things to say. Our mission? I can’t say; it’s all classified. Like most things we do.

The day draws on and the sun begins to set. “We should be close.” I inform them as I check my GPS. “Damn, it’s dead.” I toss it into the empty seat next to me.
“Fine, I’ll take a look.” I crawl out of my seat and into the middle of the vehicle. I reach above and open the gun top. Our NCO hands me the binos and I look out over the desert, “Go right,” I yell to the driver, “I can see some faint lights.” I steady myself against the hood as the driver makes a sharp turn. I squat and grab the M249, then sat on the belt seat so I can turn about in the turret better. For now, I scan the front for any misleading shadows or trash.

Surprisingly, there is nothing to hinder our advance. As we get closer we find that the tent village might be abandoned. The vehicle stops abruptly causing me to almost run my face into my weapon. Someone taps my leg, “Let’s have a look.” Our NCO says as he exits the vehicle. I push myself onto the hood and pick up my weapon before sliding off to the ground. The dim light of late twilight makes it hard to see clearly so we flip down our night vision goggles. The pale green light is always a bit disorienting at first.

There is no movement, no sounds but our own. Strange that. The two of us split off and check a few tents. The people seemed to have left in a hurry sometime ago. Great. The NCO waves me over, “Think they knew we were coming.” He whispers.
I shrug, “That or they were lead away by the cell.”
“Well,” The NCO opens the flap of the tent behind him, “There’s some food and water in here. Grab what you can carry and we’ll head back to camp.” I nod and proceed to “acquire” some water and grain bars.


That’s just the way things work out here. Not every mission succeeds, not all people are our enemies. But what can you do? Grab some water and food stuffs and keep moving, that’s what we do. It ain’t pretty sometimes, but it keeps you alive. And being alive is better than anything else.


NNM
You can't handle the truth!!!
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Monday, April 9, 2007

Some times I feel I've got to run away
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
You think love is to pray
I'm sorry I don't pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love
Tainted love

Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love

***
Yeah, I'm a Manson fan. But I think that is to be expected.
But that's not the point I came to debate.

Or is it?

Now, I have to say that I'm really behind news. So when I speak about the Westboro Baptist Church, I speak from newly foundness.

Are they fucking crazy? Now let me get this straight, evryone in America is a fag. Yet it is quite common knowladge that the greater percent of Americans are hetro. But the way the church sees it is that we are fags because we "enable" the gay community to live, generally accepted.

To add insult to injury, they not only condem soldiers for fighting to keep this country safe but they picket the deads' funerals praying the soldiers and their families will go to hell.

The family has their children at the pickets starting around the age when they are old enough to walk and talk. This stuff is drilled into their heads from birth that even the older daughters don't even consider dating because that might lead to sex and since, as we all know -_^, the purpose of dating is for the sex and not for love. But thene again it doesn't seem that this religion is for love either. I mean the family doesn't even include the four members who left. They are considered fallen and will roast in hell with the rest of the fag Americans.

WTF?! I have nothing to say. I don't know what to say. How the hell can a bible following (I say this in the most abstract way because they really follow the bible in a very abstract way) have no forgiveness for anyone, even their own family? When my NCO showed me the BBC news piece, I had to take it in pieces. I was literally about to vomit from the complete illogicy of it all.

The only thing I got out of it was, Since I'm a yuri loving American soldier currently fighting in a war, I am going to a special hell.
But If hell is full of yuri anyway, that means it will be heaven and if it is heaven then the family is wrong and all of American yuri lovers will go to heaven.


NNM
For refferance, I found the youtube of it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2fUyJQgRuM&mode=related&search=
that's part 1, the rest are easy to find
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Wednesday, April 4, 2007

tAnd yet....
(Note: to accuratly speak in true third person, Nana will refer to the second person pronoun "you" as "Otaku" and relate it as male in origin)

Nana greets Otaku from the deep depths of Her subconscience. Nana is happy to say that She loves Him.
Now, why is Nana telling this? Well maybe she is feeling good right now. Or maybe she is giddy like a little Japanese school girl hyped up on yuri and Mountain Dew. But she couldn't really say for sure.

The days for Nana have been quite decent; wet, but decent. She does love the rain, but not like this, making all this mud and stuff.

Nana wants to hear different music. But CDs are hard to get right now. But news from Nana's HQ is seemingly good. This makes her happy.

Once in the past, Nana tried to go a whole day while talking in the third person; but found it harder to speak than it is to write. It was even funnier when she started to narrate her actions in detail. Nana thinks Otaku should try it too. Maybe laugh lots himself.

Nana writes:

Pouring out onto the leaves of fall
The blood stains the ground black
Seeming to be lost forever
The Unnamed God comes forth
To take back the souls of the Lost


Nana is a dark girl. A real goth. Nana is a vampire, or at least she wishes. Since she craves blood and all.

The sweet taste of fresh young blood trickling down the neck. Oh how Nana would savor the taste.

But Otaku should not fear. Nana is no harm to those unwilling to feed her.

Does Otaku think Nana is scary now?
Nana hopes not.


NNM
Nana purrs greatfully when fed
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Monday, April 2, 2007

From the dark depths of the dusty flash drive
Poem 1:
The Sun moves slowly across the sky
It's rays flow endlessly along the ground
The hands of wind bring clouds again
Water sprinkles my face with life
I smile, watching the colors change
The Sun is leaving on a journey
Night has come and asks for quiet
The rain abides, leaving a soft mist
All is well


Poem 2:
The Clouds leave and rain stops.
The ground is left barely touched by the wetness.
Dancing to candy made of lemons
I smile at life and laugh as it moves by.
The children of death dance with me
Their eyes glitter within their void.
Together we thank the Earth for music.


Poem 3:
My mouth opens and lets out a sigh
I can hear a call from the back of my mind
It is me, but I am lost in my dreams
I need to return to the comfort of bed
so that I my guide myself back to the wake


Poem 4:
Black skies creep up from the horizon
The hair on my neck stands at attention
They are coming for me

Long limbs and empty eyes
They move like water through rocks
I am running, but they will get me

In the dark around me I hope to hide
Unknowingly I let out a small cry
They are here, right behind me

I don't know where I am
I don't know when it will be
But I will die, and take them with me



Poem 5:
The snow falls gently on the dark ground
It's white hue tainted by the lights around
I want to play

The clock ticks slowly by
Counting the hours till I am free
I want to see

The warm blanket that covers me and my love
Holds us close and ensures we are together
I want to be



NNM
Looking back at them, I can see some of my old insperations
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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Rock on!
Soul Sloshing
Artist: Venus Hum
Album: Big Beautiful Sky

Indulging inaccuracy I'm picking apart my friend Lizzie
Throw another word on me and watch me hurl it back
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me- You're sipping a cup of pity
Aw!
Did I forget to mention I'm the centre of attention
In my universe my pain's my pension
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me-You're sipping a cup of dreams
Yeah!
Soul sloshing-don't shush me
Just listen to me -pretty little kitty in the sky
The bass of my laughter-my gut is the speaker
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Sweet is my surprise!

Self involved security, yet you are such a part of me
And somehow what we do seeps into me, seeps into you
It's subtle-it's creepy knees
It's condescension versus humility
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me- You're sipping a cup of pity
Aw!
Did I forget to mention I'm the centre of attention
In my universe my pain's my pension
I know you! (I swear I do)
You're just like me-You're sipping a cup of dreams
Yeah!
Soul sloshing-don't shush me
Just listen to me -pretty little kitty in the sky
The bass of my laughter-my gut is the speaker
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Sweet is my surprise!


NNM
Waving from side to side
Laughing and crying in joy
The dead rise from their slumber
Greeting each other as they wake

Down the street they march
Calling to all who listen
"Come out and rejoice"
"For we are bringers of happiness"

The people timidly open their windows
Hearing the laughter, some even joining in
Left, right, left, right they march
Left, right, left, right they cheer

The streets now flooded with people
Oh what a sight to see, to hear
Dead and living laughing and crying in joy
Dead and living as one in the world

Fear not what lies under the ground
Fear not what lies in the dark
They are your friends, your family
They are what you will be

Left, right, left, right they march on
Left, right, left, right into the future
Laugh and cry with them, for all is well
Laugh and cry for all who die

Sorrow is not for the dead
Sorrow is for those who are sad
The dead are not sad
Because they have lived
They have loved
They now dream of paradise real
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

ZOMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!
There is a rumor of movement orders being passed down from the higher ups. Now I can't say how long this rumor has been in effect but I have hope that something might happen within the next two months. If we're luck. But again it's a rumor.

And now for something completely different:

[rant]
What is with gas prices? Last I heard, they are up to 2.60 per gallon in my home. When just less than a month ago they were down to 2.10. WTF!!!
I mean, look, here I am sitting on a shit load of oil and what not and yet they still use the excuse that they can't get it. Well, it might be all the riots but I'll not go into those, they suck.

Then theres this damned weather. I hate the rain out here. I HATE IT!!! Two days non stop then a month theres nothin.

Next, and this one really gets me, is the super religous people that have started to work around here. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothin against religion in general; I just have something against the self rightous bitches that feel it is their duty to downsize and castrate everything that we have done good over here.
Just recently I got half lectured, I just kinda walked away as he kept talking, about going over my last battle. I mentioned that I didn't know whether I had two or three confermed kills that the guy goes off on how it was wrong in the eyes of the lord to speak so lightly of murder.
I just looked at him all cockeyed and stupid. Now I'm not the kinda of guy that goes around killing for pleasure but I will kill someone if they threaten my life or the lives of my fellow soldiers. It is my job for christ sake. If he has such a belief then why the hell did he become a contractor for the military in the first place.

God I hate stupid people!!!!!!
[/rant]

Sorry, just kinda had to.
War may be hell, but a debate against a selfcentered, self rightous ass is like being in the seventh level of hell.


NNM
Just because Jesus hung on the cross to wash our sins, it doesn't mean someone can go around making more in his name.
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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Snow
The sky opens vast before my eyes as I exit the dark cave. The stars shine bright like many life fires waiting to be born. A cool breeze causes me to shiver; it is winter. The snow blankets the valley in a glossy white sheen. I start to walk away from the mouth of the cave. It is over. Though I wish it wasn’t. All those years, all those people; I’ll miss them.

The sound of a creek babbled its way to my ears. A pleasant sound, calming. As I come to the crest of a hill, I see the lights of my home. I wonder how long it’s been for them. I wonder if they missed me. I start down the hill; the snow crunches under my heavy boots. The sky is so clear, I find myself looking at it more than the town ahead. I wonder if I can go back.

I find myself wishing to return to the place I came from; the place I love. But I know I can’t; I know I shouldn’t. I don’t belong there; I don’t belong here. I stare are the town with a look of sorrowful contempt. It’s my home, I should be happy.

I pass through the edge of the town; it is quiet, dark. No one is about, few lanterns are lit. Not exactly the scene I imagined. As I reach the center of the town, I see that the fountain is still running. A young girl sits on its edge. She looks up at me when she hears my footsteps, “Good evening.” She greets me with a warm smile.
I bow and greet her back.
“I haven’t seen you around here before.” The girl pats a spot next to her, “I know I’m not much of a welcoming committee but please accept my welcome all the same.”
I smile and sit.

The girl turns to look at me. Her pale face reflects the moon light and her deep blue eyes look somewhat sad, “Though I do find it strange for a traveler to be wandering around at this time of night.” Her voice sounds light and curious.
“I used to live here.” I answer gently.
“How long ago?”
I look around the square, it looks the same as when I left, “I’ve forgotten.”
“I see.” The girl looks down at her lap.

Time passes and we sit in silence. Who is this girl? As I look at her, I get a feeling I know her. I notice that her hands are fidgeting and that she is blushing; though that could be from the cold. “Have we met before? In the past that is.” I ask as nonchalantly as the mood allows.

The girl seems to be jostled from deep thought at the sound of my voice. She looks back at me and then back at the ground, “I don’t believe so.”
I look of in the direction I had come from, “Have you ever been to the cave in the east mountain?”
The girl shook her head, “I’ve seen it from the pass but I never went in.”
“I just came from there.” I say as I stare up at the see of stars.
“What was there?”
I close my eyes, “A place I wish to return to.”
The girl looks at me, confused, “Then why did you leave?”
I sigh woefully, “It was my time. My reason for being has been fulfilled.”
The girl turns to me again and takes my hand, “Then that mean you will stay here for a while?”
This reaction surprises me, but I keep my composure, “At least till I find my reason for being in the place.”
The girl smiles brightly, “I’ve missed you, big sister.” She embraces be tightly.

A rush of memories return to my mind. Of my birth, of my childhood. Then of the birth of my younger sister. I was sixteen years older at the time. I didn’t know her long before I left for the other place. Maybe a year at most. I had spent so many years in the other place. All that time I still grew older. All that time my past memories were disappearing. I knew I had a home, I knew that time flowed different there. But I didn’t expect this.

The girl soon let go and held me at arms length to get a better look at me. She was so much older than when I left. She looks to be the same age as me. Looking closer, she looks much like grandma did when she was our age.
I smile and reach out to her, lightly running my hand down her cheek, “I’m sorry I was gone for so long. But as you can see, it wasn’t as long for me.”
Tears fall from my sister’s eyes, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” She takes my hand, “We still have much time together.” I start to cry as well; again we embrace.

I miss that place; the place that is now long forgotten in my memory. I want to return there still. But I cannot, I should not. I will not. For while I love that place, I love even more my sister and this home in which I now live.

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