I'm not an artsy sort of person. I couldn't draw a man to save my life, it boggles me how singers have these voices, and my last attempt to play an instrument ended rather quickly. I write from time to time, letting my mind seep out through my pen. But sometimes, when I'm alone, I prefer to dance.
     Dancing is also a form of expression. Not ( Read more... )

    I found a podcast of the creative writing class in Warwick university. (Warwick. Gah! Have you ever heard anything quite as British? And they pronounce it war-ick. I could say that for days. War-ick war-ick war-ick war-ick!! War-ick war-ick?)
    So sorry, got a little carried away there (go on, try it, it's fun!).
    Anyway, I found that ( Read more... )

That's it, we're down to the last Old Stuff I could find. I'm sure more stuff is scattered round the house - I'll post if I find any.
This thing is an expression to the emo side of me, the side that feels alone sometimes even when in a crowd, the side that tells me that despair is not so bad at all. Do not read if contemplating suicide.

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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows didn't take me by surprise. I'd suspected for a while about Severus Snape's feelings towards Lily Evans. Especially after Half Blood Prince came out - Lily's proficiency in potions would only bring her closer to Severus.
His story is amazing. I find him to be a fascinating character - he was desperately in love ( Read more... )

There are two major fandoms that I consider myself a part of: the Lord of the Rings fandom and the Harry Potter fandom. As you may know, both of these fandoms are characterized by the fantastic amount of fanfiction they inspire.
Well, I've never been able somehow to write a decent Lord of the Rings fanfic. The only attempt that lasted for a while ( Read more... )

The notebook I was copying from is fully copied now. Yay me ( Read more... )

If you're looking at the title and wondering where part 11 has gone, it's probably because you're not allowed to see it. I don't mean to offend you, and I don't mind posting things that I would usually keep to myself. After all, the entire point of Old Stuff Galore is to preserve my writings in another place. No, the problem is that part 11 is ( Read more... )

I'm a lonely sort of person. That's not to say that I'm a loner or anything. It's just that I don't know how not to be alone; and so I'm always afraid of that status changing. It's a vicious little circle, no doubt; and it's always felt to me like it would stay this way forever.
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    My future lies shimmering before ( Read more... )

On the day of my enlistment, the war ended. It was the only real war I'd seen. And here, in the center of the country, the war was mainly in the news. I worked at a summer camp at the time. It wasn't easy, being cheerful and fun and smile all the time when I'd just heard that a Katiusha had fallen on a base full of reserve soldiers. But I smiled ( Read more... )

Some time after I arrived at the base, I was informed that I'm to go to another course in a different base and change my job. I was not happy, but in light of recent events I accepted it without complaining. I tried to spare my commanders more trouble over this ( Read more... )