tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26091369226160501012024-03-13T10:19:41.595+00:00HugwhoreHugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-67524692850559139482010-04-03T13:34:00.014+01:002010-04-09T07:29:41.191+01:00I'd Thought Of A Funny Title, But It Was Too Poor A Joke.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I were a rich man (fala lala lala la), I'd have all the money in the world as the ridiculously impossible musically jaunty saying goes. So, what to do with all that money? Believe me, I have a good few thoughts. Think of this as a MUST DO list for the still-alive-inside wealthy.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Number One:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> You must design and create your own Superhero uniform and persona. Not saying you should go vigilante on society's ass and seek out villainy; merely suggesting that you should be cool, pretend you're a Superhero.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Numbero Deux:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Well, you know how some famous people don't wear the same clothes twice? I don't know why, because the clothes melt into their souls or some shit but this has inspired me to come up with this idea. Never drink from the same glass twice. When you finish your drink be dramatic and smash that motherbitch on the floor. It's fun and saves the ethnic minorities in your Mansion from adding dish-washing to their 'ad infinitum' list of chores.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Alphanumeric Character 3:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Buy as many musical equipment as you can. Find somewhere high and unexpected (maybe the roof of a Tesco's) and perform and impromptu concert with as many possible as you can persuade to join in. After you've finished or when the police arrive - ditch the equipment. It doesn't matter if you're any good at singng when you're that cool.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Fourthly:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Buy an incredibly stylish sports car. Lambighini, Lexus, it doesn't matter - however, it must either be pink, purple or have some incredibly feminine design. Reason being? You MUST go cruising in an area reknown for being tough and/or chavvy with the windows down blasting FULL VOLUME Barbie Girl by Aqua, Man, I Feel Like A Woman by Shania Twain and other such oestrogen-rich songs. Wearing sunglasses. Bopping your head. Fuck yes.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2φ-1</span></b><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">)</span></span><sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2</span></b></sup><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Fill a wallet as much as you can with fifty pound notes. Leave it on the ground in a busy street and draw a circle around it. I saw it on TV, I'm interested in seeing if it works. If so, it'll be there the next day due to people paranoid first impression that it's some kind of set-up. There's nothing more suspicious than a circle. It's a pretty dubious shape all round.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Perfect Sixth:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Create a real-life MarioKart track. Get an itty-bitty car, such as the Peel P50, or the Peel P50 Sport Version which would make you seem like a Jetson, only - more Nintendo. It'd be hard to remake the weaponary, and a banana skin may not be as effective as the game makes out, and a cartoon star MIGHT not make you invincible, but it's still worth the attempt at recreating probably the greatest 'play-with-friends' game for the LULZ.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Septenary:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Bribe some guy at Oxford to get your own word put into the dictionary. And yes, I have given this thought - I was thinking like the word 'Plumbensquishy' meaning to be easily lead by cuteness. Also, it'd be pretty damn amazing to change the definition of an already existing word, per examplé;</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">'</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pie (n, pronounced </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'DejaVu Sans', 'Microsoft Sans Serif', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">/paɪ/</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">) - any carnivore of the dog family Canidae, having prominent canine teeth and, in the wild state, a long and slender muzzle, a deep-chested muscular body, a bushy tail, and large, erect ears</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.'</span></span></span></i></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Good fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">八:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Assassinate all Celebrities and put an end to that null-minded aspect of culture. Especially Katie Price, her death must be extra intricate. She's become the new Jade Goody and even without access to cable, I still hear all the frivolous 'goss', it's nice to imagine how much better the World would be without all that combined doucheyness.
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<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">14 (Base 5):</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Get a great number of different species as pets, and one by one and generation by generation, genetically alter them to make them look more like Pokémon. Anyone with a vast amount of money must definitely want a pet Pokémon, if not then there is something wrong with the World.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To Finish The Decalogue:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Okay, we're imagining that the money source we have here is pretty much unlimited. Say we have an endless supply of clubs where lotos-eater teenage youth are wasting their life and money or we found 500 gallons of fresh oil deep within the Ice Fortress. The ultimate thing to do would be... Build a Spaceship. If I were to do this I would christen it the H.S.S (His Space Ship) Odyssey, and it'd contain all different departments also named after certain Greekage shenanigans. The Tartarus sector for imprisonment; the Snorlax sector which would be the sleeping area (Did I say Greek? I meant Geek). You can't dress or behave chavvy aboard my Mothership or the resident Superman will kick your ass; it's Zod's law. My Space Armada would be frickin' awesome! If you don't think so then...well, I find your lack of faith disturbing.
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hope you enjoy the things I'd do with just a little countless money. (: And it'd better inspire you to do some planning ahead of your own. Just remember that in Zod, anything is possible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long and abide by Zod's golden rule for happy and karma abiding living. (:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The Peel P50 is the front and the Sport version is the back. </span><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/1965_Peel_P50,_The_World's_Smallest_Car_(Lane_Motor_Museum).jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Mario Kart Imitative Car</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This is </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zod"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Zod</span></a></div></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-68139805378935977982010-02-16T17:06:00.007+00:002010-02-24T01:31:48.096+00:00They See Me Trollin', They Hatin'<div style="text-align: left;">This blog may be filled with hypocrosy in places and if so; I apologise greatly.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br />There are plenty of things on the internet that can irritate you. PLENTY. However, there is zero point in purposely visiting these pages or embarking on an inane internet argument. You'll never meet any of these people, you'll never impact each other's lives - so don't let them affect your emotions. If you see someone on the net that is wrong or ignorant or whatever excuse you use - just remember the person must have something in their life that made them like that and don't take it upon yourself to change EVERY individual moron.
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<br />Now, I am a big Facebooker, I say that...I use it to post this, come up with little aphorisms as statuses and keep up with a few close friends. Every now and then, I'll add someone that seems interesting. This is a list of things that irritate the HELL out of me on Facebook:
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<br />1. Having a futile status. Using this great means of passing on anecdotes or major news is often watered down to something THAT NO-ONE WILL EVER CARE ABOUT. You're going for a shower? I don't care. You're watching that Teenage show with the Teenage music? I don't care. You love 'Boyfriend #14' with all your worn out heart? I HONESTLY DO NOT CARE.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2. Having a dogmatic status. On FB, you'll come across plenty of people that like to display a 'shallow depth'. These guys/gals that put on a façade and post statuses about things they personally don't care about; they just want people to know how deep and brooding they can be. So, write your poetic status about emotion/sadness/death...I'm not going to read it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3. Having an attention seeking status. When someone is upset and they post up just how upset they are, or worse, why they're upset. Don't you have some friends you can actually speak to before you let 'that guy you said hi to once' know? People only ask what's wrong BECAUSE YOU EFFING PUBLICISED IT! If you want someone who actually cares; they'd be able to tell there was something wrong by your manner.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4. Public Displays Of Affection. If it was really just about the two of you, you'd keep it to the two of you. I'm not a fan of normal PDAs, on the internet however, it's so much worse. They can also cause SO MANY problems. If you're going to have a relationship with someone then please just actually have a relationship with them; it's when it becomes diluted to pure Log-In-Love that problems arise. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5. Invitations to play all the pseudo-life apps. Sure, it's unlikely we'll ever be farmers in our lives but there's a reason for that...it's boring. I honestly do have a lot more fun in my land of make believe than doing all these apps with not-so-subtle nuances which are limited by the graphics and algorithms; please - do something productive OR MORE FUN.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></div><div>One final thing that is the bane of Facebook. When there are personal messages; such as a dedicated status or a wall post to a friend and then someone who this is completely irrelevant to comments on it. It's just irritating. Only comment if you need to or if there's some sly irony in the statement, but DO NOT comment only to reiterate what someone else has just said. It's stupid.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Live long and '... likes this.'</div><div>
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<br /></span></div><div>(P.S. If you think something in this write-up is about you; then it probably is. *hint*)</div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-35039423315767390662010-02-15T22:52:00.009+00:002010-02-16T00:14:26.228+00:00Aww, 'Kward' Is Such A Lubberly Turtle.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJmbYGqDYfI/S3neIh0-IaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CCaJYQ92UAY/s1600-h/AFT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJmbYGqDYfI/S3neIh0-IaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CCaJYQ92UAY/s320/AFT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438622263127450018" /></a>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">His name is Kward. So if you find him cute you can say 'Awww, Kward'. If not, he's just Kward.
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Are you one of those people that experiences an awkward social situation on a near-daily basis? You're not? Damn, this is awkward. Well, I am a very socially awkward person and like the turtle's expression above would describe; it's not fun. If you're reading this thinking you've had some bad examples, think again.
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<br />I'm sure everyone's had the blushening moment when they think someone's waved at them, so waved back and turns out, they haven't a clue who the HELLLL you are. Consider yourself Mario because you are about to get '1-up'ed. I was strolling through my College all happy one morning when I saw a girl that I knew, pretty smart girl and pretty friendly and she invited me to sit with her one time prior, so I raised my hand as to signal a still wave - she subsequently raised hers as to make an 'Ew.' gesture stating 'I don't do high-fives' and walked on. All I could do was go beetroot and mutter silently to myself 'that wasn't a high-five' =/, to quote Flight of the Conchord, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zI3_pnUU3k&feature=PlayList&p=4CACAFFE5479BC18&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=23">'I've got hurt feelin's'</a>.
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<br />To further demonstrate how much of an awkward character I am; I'm going to talk about my favourite break up. Went to an Amusement Park with a group of friends, one of which was my girlfriend of the time that I was going to break up with because I liked someone else, and at the time I figured the good guy thing to do would be to do it early rather than letting it drag out. BAD IDEA. I told her as soon as we got to Thorpe Park and we were the ONLY TWO that didn't go on rides. She had motion sickness, I scream like a little bitch. We stood next to each other for hours not talking...the phrase 'So, this is awkward' is not enough to summarise the combined embarrassment we both most certainly felt.
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<br />A third example from the good 'ole primary days. I sat next to this girl who I had quite the crush on; during these times I also had a bad habit of...well, nose-picking (WHICH IS GONE NOW, I SWEAR!), anyway, I was in class one day when I ventured for a booger, the teacher having seen this went 'EWWWW! KANE' so I now have the entire classes attention, this girl then turns to me and says 'Did you pick your nose or something?' - I responded as you would, denied it, did the lame cool guy thing and laughed it off like 'hahaa, noooooo' and gave a little smile. Teacher then said 'PICKING YOUR NOSE AND EATING IT! EW'. Thanks, Miss Palmer.
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<br />I, of course, have many more. When I didn't get a joke, so I felt like a twat, when I've made a joke that others didn't get, so I felt like a twat. Quite a few times when I've gotten in the way of a disabled person or a Mother with her buggy, that's always slightly 'Oops, sorryyy'. At the same time, I'm sure there are ones SO MUCH worse than mine...like this douche:
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Unless he's utterly soulless, he musta felt pretty bad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, if anyone else has had any pretty bad awkward moments; please share with me :) either on the blog or just a message, this has got me pretty interested now hahaa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long and...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This was awkward.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Hugwhore</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">
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<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(P.P.S That's pretty much what's happening here, I've signed off but guess who's still reading.)</span></div></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-39493550602458049802010-02-14T00:26:00.008+00:002010-02-14T02:06:09.155+00:00If Stormtroopers Can Love, Then So Can You. ♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJmbYGqDYfI/S3dJTKwSX2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZjJst7JnIao/s1600-h/Star+Wars.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJmbYGqDYfI/S3dJTKwSX2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZjJst7JnIao/s320/Star+Wars.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437895668726390626" /></a>
<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I had started writing a blog on how Superheroes have sex and the various epic events that happen, but then it dawned on me that it was Valentine's Day. So that's on hold.</span>
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<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYYYY!!!!!♥</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I do utterly adore Valentine's day. Sure, it may be commercial, it may have been created by Hallmark; but what honestly is the problem with that? If someone like Hitler discovered the cure for cancer, it wouldn't stop you using it. Valentine's day promotes good things, love, companionship, togetherness. Despite saying this, I do actually believe I have been single every Valentine's day hahaa</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Couple's always do things on this grand day, and singles can take great joy in the company of their other single friends; there's no real reason to dislike the day, 'cos even the 'haters' feel a union with their combined dislike of the holiday. It always reminds me of just a general happiness and a warm feeling. It reminds me that life's too short to hold grudges with people; this is the day I tend to make my reconciliation with anyone that needs be and I remind my friends of how attractive they are and how much I appreciate having them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't want this to drag on; so I'll just say - hold no hate for this day and make sure you spend it with the people you love, and you let them know and feel like they're wanted in your life. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So, in saying this I would also like to state, to everyone that realises that this is aimed at them, I love you :) greatly and tremendously ♥ (that includes YOU! Scott MUHAHAHA)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">DO SOMETHING SPECIAL GODDAMNIT!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long, and Happy Valentine's Day!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br />I'm going to talk to you today about the trouble with clichés. There are many, and although they are hard to identify; I do believe I have come up with an appropriate definition.
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Clichés - A phrase which upon hearing makes a normal and sane person groan with despair on the inside.</span>
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<br />This of course means that everyone has a different perception of what can be called a cliché; however I am going to list a couple of my 'favourites' (if they can be called that).
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<br />Let's not go there - What you actually mean to say is 'Perhaps we shouldn't discuss this', but for some reason you choose a context of diction which just doesn't make sense. The only time I can see this coming naturally into conversation is if your fiancée makes a suggestion to spend your honeymoon at a holocaust re-enactment.
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<br />Go ballistic - Commonly applied to suggest that someone is angry and full of rage. However, ballistic actually means to have the attributes of a projectile. So, it gives the impression that the angry person in question is soaring through the air, which I guess is a 1-up from 'hitting the roof'.
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<br />Literally - It's amazing what people have done nowadays. I've known people to LITERALLY die from running so much, I know an O.A.P who LITERALLY has a heart of gold, I went to school with this guy called Ashley; who - some girl made me aware - was LITERALLY the biggest tosser in the Universe. I swear; next time someone uses this term and it ISN'T literal, I will hunt them down and make guitar strings out of their intestines. Literally.
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<br />What's the time? *taps wrist* - The cliché here is the tapping wrist gesture. When asking the time, it's not particularly necessary to have to point at your wrist as to give a subtle lecture of 'And this is the part of your body where you'd be most likely to find the time'.
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<br />It's not rocket science - What do rocket scientists say to each other when they don't understand something?
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<br />Goody Two-shoes - As opposed to Baddy One-shoe?
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<br />Do you know... - A very delightful cliché. It's when someone asks you 'Would you like a drink?'; when you reply with 'Do you know, I would like a drink' it brings about such great enthusiasm which makes it seem like that's the question you've been waiting to hear your entire lifetime. You've just made someone's day.
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<br />Go get a life - Go get an original phrase. Usually said at such a trivial situation like having feet on furniture or old people not liking the fact you've actually sat down when on the bus. 'Go get a life.' 'Oh, you mean a life like yours...? No thanks.'
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<br /><div>It's like I've known you my entire life - Something said between loved up and passionate couples. I have to question whether this is a good thing. I mean, I've known that Asian guy that works at the post office my entire life - I wouldn't really say we share a special relationship.
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<br /></div><div>Take care - A clichéd farewell which now portrays nothing more than insincerity.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm good - When 'I'm fine' just becomes too taxing to say.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Whatever - You're a stroppy apathetic teenager - I get the idea.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>The other day - As one of my friends suggested during our high school years, rather than using this term as it is used so often, and by mainly people that don't have much thought to spare, perhaps we should use the term 'Previously' instead. We had fun with this, it made our lives sound like TV shows.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And this is the worst of all Clichés. When I say it, you'll agree because you can't listen to a radio call-in segment without hearing this 5 times a minute. It's in newspapers, in interviews on the television. This phrase must be uttered by at least 100 people at any one time. A large portion of my friends say it and when they do, I immediately think to myself 'so...no original dialogue here then, no?'.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>At the end of the day.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>When someone says this, I want you to stop them and get them to come up with a phrase of their own. This disease must be vanquished and eradicated from human diction forever, at the end of the day, it's utterly fucking annoying . </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Live long and prosper \\// (blahhh'd)</div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Hugwhore </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Here's a link to Oxford's list of top ten most infuriating Clichés, I found this after writing the blog and funnily enough, look what was number one hahaa </span></div><div><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/debates/3394545/Oxford-compiles-list-of-top-ten-irritating-phrases.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/debates/3394545/Oxford-compiles-list-of-top-ten-irritating-phrases.html</span></a></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-59326438198590032010-02-09T05:36:00.003+00:002010-02-09T05:44:48.368+00:00Like Mother, Like ToasterAfter two months have passed since my previous post. I figure; let's write something up. <div>
<br /></div><div>So, Christmas was pleasant, hope it was enjoyed, I got clothing...and such. January was good, a good month January was, yes.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Hope you had fun with that little catch up there. <3</div><div>
<br /></div><div>BEING HUMAN! Is what I am currently watching as well as I am currently...always constantly doing. It's always nice when a narrative displays werewolves and vampies all living in harmony but I have to ask. WHERE ARE THE FRICKIN' ZOMBIES?! I feel semi-cheated that just because these monstrosities lack a certain brain function that they can't be featured as some kind of comic relief maybe?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>George is a lovely character. I would suggest that we would need to compare George with Jacob Black; but that's not true, Lautner's way hot. However, it's always good to see such a geeky, unattractive and flawed character in these things, boosts hope for the rest of humanity. </div><div>
<br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;">Werewolf Boosts Hope For Human Geeks LOLWUT !</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;">
<br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mitch is endlessly irritating. He attempts to be the good guy ad nauseum yet he doesn't sorta realise that if he's dropped into the dilemma of NEEDING to kill someone but not wanting to end his 'Dry Spell' because...I don't know, he's a sissy vamp or some shit; why doesn't he just stab the guy until his organs turn swiss. Like, OMFG, wise up and stop bitching Vamp.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not much can be said about Annie, mainly because she's a ghost and they aren't interesting. She's apparently biologically linked to a toaster according to the latest epoisode, so..WTF? Did she mate with a fridge?! Is the TV the God-Parent?! Did Mitch Bitch some more?! I guess they both have the main attribute of not being alive. That's right ethereal nob-munch, go cry to your corpse and get a life. (Zing.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Good TV show though, and one of very few I can be bothered to keep up with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, I'mma watch QI on BBC iPlayer. <3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long and don't die. (You know, 'cos ghosts are dull)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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<br /></span></span></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-38656872355635856102009-12-08T21:49:00.009+00:002010-02-09T05:39:18.430+00:00Albert Einstein Must Have Had Lot's Of Phone Sex; On Account Of His Hearing Aids.<div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It may not be clear from the title, but this is a spoiler-ridden review of a children's animation film entitled 'The Brave Little Toaster Goes To Mars'. When I started watching it, my first thoughts were 'WHAT THE FUCK?!', my second thoughts were 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!', and my third thoughts were 'Oh, I get it.'. Obviously, not the usual thing I would watch, but it was suggested to me by the EVER SO COOL AND AMAZING </span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1051155882&ref=ts"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Zoe Copas</span></span></a><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">! (She asked me to mention her) so I thought I'd check it out.</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The movie commences with a lovely lil' sing-song about 'We like bread and butter, no more toast and jam'. WAY TO BELITTLE THE FUCKING TOASTER! rendering him useless, no-one uses a toaster to spread butter, if you do - GO BACK TO THE ASYLUM! Listening to the voice acting, I am left unsure whether the Toaster is a guy or a gal, but either way, the voice actor is either prepubescant or the proud owner of a vagina, the toaster is camp, overly camp.</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There was an incredibly cute moment when Blankey asked where babies come from and Toaster hesitates to answer, despite being a children's film, I just wished he could blurt out 'TWO PEOPLE BANG IN A SEXUAL MANNER! And babies are the undesireable resultant'. At this moment, I've realised I completely bypassed the fact that this movie is based around the antics of communicative household appliances, so if you want to teach your children realism, give this one a miss.</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Soon, we find out that the unliked Hearing Aid has been contacting an outerspace entity (wtf). The baby, or young masterling, get's abducted to Mars (wtf). We discover the Hearing Aid belonged to Albert Einstein (wtf). A rocket get's constucted out of fan, basket and a microwave popping popcorn (wtf).</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And THEN on the way to Mars to rescue the masterling, the plot gets interrupted for another lil' sing-song. From Balloons. Which were not in the film before, and weren't in the film after. WHY?! WHAT'S THE RELEVANCE?! If in the midst of a Rocky training montage, he took a break to play a game of scrabble (and utterly fail), you'd be pretty pissed, it's a pointless song. However, it does have the catchiest tune out of the soundtrack '</span><em><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeeUxA10ego"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cos' we're floating...</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">' (8)</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They arrive on Mars. The Satellite Viking 1 is in a relationship with Tinselina the Christmas Angel (wtf, I'd say he's a little out of her league, and if they ever got to a stage of coitus, let's face it, he'd crush her). The ruler of the appliances on Mars (oh yeh, there are appliances on Mars) is a GIANT FUCKING FRIDGE...a fridge that size has absolutely ZERO use, it's too large first, second, no-one can reach the handle...although it doesn't surprise me that the person in charge is also the most useless. The fridge turns out evil and wanting to blow up Earth (getting a bit intense for a child's movie but whatever) and only has a change of heart when he felt 'the touch of a small boys hand', combine this with the fact he turns pink when touched by the child, it seems to me the giant fridge is the kind to hang around in kiddie parks with a long trench coat, horn-rimmed glasses and a preteen-seducing beard. (Don't ask me how the fridge changed colour, or even how it felt a touch, cos it's just wtf.)</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I wouldn't want to spoil it, but they have a Happy Christmas on an undestroyed Earth (the theme of Christmas seemed to be randomly added after the Christmas angel turned up, it's not really noticeable until toward the end, so don't watch hoping for snow, Santa and seasonal festivities. The film reminisces Spring-Cleaning more than it does Christmas.) All in all, it's a pretty good film. Entirely illogical. Wouldn't reccomend it unless you were between the ages of 3 & 7 or mentally special but you can at least have a laugh at just how dreadful it is.</div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span></span> </span></div> <div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long and float,</span></span></div><div>
<br /></div> <div><span><span style="color:#6600cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hugwhore </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><3</span></span></span></div></div><div> </div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-88742105830680609372009-11-30T20:00:00.001+00:002009-11-30T19:04:25.215+00:00When Life Sucks, Play Videogames. (:Everyone gets depressed. If you have never been depressed then you are one lucky fucker. After a weekend filled almost entirely of downs; I find only one source of solace. Fiction. There is nothing better at taking your mind of the stresses of reality like going into a fantasy land and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yusJW2NQJ5c&feature=related">live a life from a new perspective</a>. Think about it; oh no, my boyfriend just dumped me, ah well, I'm having WAYYYY too much fun in Narnia to give a crap. My goldfish died? But I'm in a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I don't have a goldfish - I have droids, and I don't care if they die, they come in abundance and let's be honest, they're pretty useless anyway (much like a goldfish).<div><br /></div><div>Now, my preferred media of fiction has always been the videogame. On average it takes a day for an entire storyline, it's interactive, you actually have to make effort so it actually give a sense of satisfaction whenever you manage to do something superbly cool, and if you repeat it again it wouldn't be exactly the same. Other such media include TV (soaps and such), Movies, Books and even quite a lot of music have a story in it's lyrics that people like to pay attention to. Soap's have to be the suckiest form of media, they aren't interesting in the slightest, there are no superlatives, crappy dialogue, crappy humour, and absolutely NO-ONE has gone Super Mutant Behemoth hunting (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_out_3">Fallout</a> FTW).</div><div><br /></div><div>There is also the greater simplicity with videogames that needs to be paid attention to. They seem to follow set patterns, which reminds me, HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT EVERY RPG BEGINS WITH THE HERO IN BED??? Seriously, protagonists must be the laziest people ever. You have the double jump function, the breaking of crates, the eating of food to regain health, the saving of a princess, all these commonly loved clichés combine to give that feel-good factor and that memory of playing these kinds of things as kids. I have to say, all this shenanigans about videogames turning children violent, if you give lil' Bobby an SMG (a gun) and stand him in front of a wooden crate (Note: don't actually provide kids with weaponry to prove a point), odds are - he WON'T shoot the crate to splinters for the hidden goods inside. Videogames don't turn kids violent, 'chav' culture does that.</div><div><br /></div><div>So next time you get depressed, give Mario a go, if not for the gaming aspect then for the 'Shrooms at least. Or Fallout/Mortal Kombat/PacMan/Doom/Devil May Cry...so on so forth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Live long and play hard.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Hugwhore</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><3</span></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-53388225517991538172009-11-26T14:03:00.007+00:002009-12-03T12:22:56.522+00:00The Lone Wanderer? What about his 'Fawke'ing companions?!Fallout 3 is epic. When I say that, I don't mean the ill-informed teenage meaning of it's really...REALLY good, I mean it in the poetic term of it consists of it's own Universe. If you continue through doing all the simple missions then you'll never actually realise that there are boundaries that you can't cross; only if you attempt to search for them will you actually find them thus you're pretty much in a world of it's own with it's own <i>Pokédex </i>of differing beastly and still quite grotesque but pretty helpful creatures. First time I played, I for reasons which should now be clear named my character <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odysseus">Odysseus</a>.<div><br /></div><div>The game begins with your birth and your first mission is your baby steps. Yes, seriously, you have to go through a bit of your childhood before you're roaming the Wastelands mezzing Ghouls. The reason being to direct your character (who at this point seems much like Tommy Pickles trying to get out of his playpen) to having certain specialities and a reason for having those specialities, so much like an ACTUAL childhood, so I do definitely praise the game for making an alternate timeline appear believable. An aspect which never ceases to astound me is how when you begin the game, all the rooms seem so begin, when you return them later as an adult in 'Trouble At The Homefront', they seem so small (they did actually change the size, but it still manages to give a nostalgic feeling) . </div><div><br /></div><div>The storyline is amazing. You and your father start in a Vault designed to protect everyone from the Wastelands; everyone seems SO happy, but then your father ditches you and the 'Overseer' turns psycho killing your friends, gee, thanks pops. Then you escape so you can find him, it's a bit of a search but when you find him you find it was to finish his SCIENCE PROJECT! Not to take out some great evil or to save some hot babe that he used to know, nope, just some mundane research. Noble, once you know what the research is for, but still.</div><div><br /></div><div>One mission which I shall mention specifically due to the greatness of it and the imagination behind it. Tranquility Lane. This is where you're in a virtual reality simulation and being forced to do some tasks by a psychotic child pleasantly named Betty. The area is much like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stepford">Stepford,</a> pretty much everything is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(seemingly)</span> perfect, which makes the tasks all the more fun. They vary from making lil' Timmy cry to murdering every resident in the enclosed utopia, pretty DAMN awesumm!</div><div><br /></div><div>There are various companions which you can recruit throughout the game, ranging from a 'lil puppy dog names Dogmeat to a MAHOOSIVE grossly disfigured SUPERMUTANT names Fawkes. Each of which will only join you depending on whether you've been a goody-two shoes*, an evil bastard, or a boring shite throughout the game. The best companion to have is more than definitely Fawkes, he only joins if you're a hero at this point, so be good for Fawkes' sake. Companions are fun to have, and well recommended because they make it feel like you're in your own ikkle gang; however, if you recruit one and they die, I would say try not to care, to keep restarting so that you can keep them takes WAYYY too long.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, it may seem like the games intended for people who have no life looking at how much is in it and how long it'd take to get EVERYTHING done. However, WHO CARES ABOUT HAVING A LIFE?! When in real life will you ever get to use an Alien gun which you found at an ACTUAL U.F.O crash sight to kill an army of Supermutants to save a captive who should really owe you a favour if you catch my drift. The game is amazing and if you've never played it before, then get off your arse and find someone you can borrow it from. When you complete the game, it gives you a big sense of satisfaction, that's right you've spent a week or so finding your father and continuing his research, well done at making something of yourself (but now you've finished, try to socialise a bit and actually make something of yourself).</div><div><br /></div><div>Live long and 'You've Gained Karma'</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Hugwhore</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><3</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div>*Do baddies wear one shoe or something? I don't see how that aids in being evil...</div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-27046533256842840592009-11-26T00:56:00.002+00:002009-11-26T10:00:01.583+00:00Toats Ma Goats...I Love You, Review.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I would like to review the funniest film I have seen since I was in tears at the age of 11 due to the slapstick antics of Steve Oedekerk in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kung Pow: Enter The Fist</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (it's not a porno, I promise you). 'I Love You, Man' is a feel-good movie starring Paul Rudd, a pretty normal guy in a very committed relationship who finds that in devoting himself to his future misses, that he doesn't have many friends and actually lacks a best man to his wedding. So henceforth, he goes on a vast search scouring through all kinds of male bonding activity in search of his companion...woah, I have WAYYY over romanticised the plot. He plays poker, goes for beers, that kinda thing until eventually he finds a friend he actually gets along with. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This movie is great and ACTUALLY contains ORIGINAL humour, I have NOT seen that since FOREVER!, the humour is mundane yet effective because it doesn't come from just jokes or slapstick moments, I mean they are included, but it's more to do with the scenarios themselves and the characters involved, per examplé - the protagonist, who happens to be a real estate salesman selling a house for Lou Ferrigno (Hulk), gets a call from the Hulk complaining that his house isn't getting sold, the friend at this point states quite calmly...'</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't make him angry...YOU WOULDN'T LIKE HIM WHEN HE'S ANGRY!'</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Peter Klaven is a loveable character, and he's not mister perfect, in fact, there is a 5 minute segment in which he prances around playing 'Air Bass' screaming 'SLAP THE BASS!' in the utmost appalling 'Reggae' accent ever which is just as much torture for his pseudo-fiancé as well as it is for the viewer who at this point MOST definitely would want to punch him in the face and delete him off their facebook. The main character is socially awkward, and pretty much any guy can relate to him as the movie explores throughout how the privacy you share with a partner, and the privacy you share with your friends is ENTIRELY different and can cause problems if you confuse the two, NEVER tell your other-half that you have a jerk-off station!, from personal experience, bad idea.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">By the way, actor that deserves an honourable mention, Andy Samberg. Now, if you're wondering WHO THE HELL IS ANDY SAMBERG...then I have 4 words for you...'<i>I'M ON A BOAT!</i>'. Yes, 'I Love You, Man' features Premature-Ejaculatory Nautical-Themed-Pashmina-Afghan-Wearing Boss from the Lonely Island as the homosexual brother who teaches Peter all he needs to know about men. It can be a little distracting, I mean after every line my mind just whispers </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">'<i>...like a boss</i>' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and when he says 'Look at me! I'm pinkies. I'm barely touching it...', I couldn't help but follow through with '...<i>And I Jizzed In My Pants! (8)' </i>and in my mind he had to turn away before that line '<i>...because Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosion (8)'</i>. Samberg, you are legend.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I also need to draw upon the soundtrack, there are certain words that when stringed together activate your brains impulses to send a chill down your spine and make you quiver, and when I heard the line '<i>...I just want to share a smile, with a friend like you...(8)', </i>it just makes me happy as it shows the simplicity of how being with one friend, smiling, having a good time can cheer you up from pretty much any situation, when I heard this lyric I instantly thought, I'm going to like this film. Well done in the choice of music 'I Love You, Man'.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now, I shan't say anymore about the film. Note: I haven't spoilt anything about the film and all I've said is a taste of the humour and laughs and fun-loving awkwardiness throughout the film, it's highly recommended from Hugwhore perspective (for any prestige that may hold). Go watch it. (It's also the ONLY film I've ever known and ever will know to reference to a squirting grandma on a Sybian with bush like a porcupine, pretty sick image right?)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hope I've convinced some people into wanting to watch this movie, I love it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long, and Laters on the Menjay.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Hugwhore</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><3</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Mh8rQtntC0">The Lonely Island - I'm On A Boat</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NisCkxU544c">The Lonely Island - Like A Boss</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iU43tSFHjo&feature=PlayList&p=796B0E7F40874C9B&index=2">The Lonely Island - Jizz In My Pants</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sqz5dbs5zmo">The Lonely Island - Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqk_NhFlif8&feature=related">Latch Key Kid - Good Times</a></span></div></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-29181390695405526772009-11-25T17:10:00.000+00:002009-11-25T21:14:26.456+00:00A New Moon Review? Bite Me.<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As 90% of recent Facebook status's have probably told you, New Moon is out. I went to see it on the first day of it's release with a couple of close friends and I have to say, having not read the book mind, I was amazed by it. I think something the Twilight saga has going for it, is that it's more than just one story, in this movie alone there is a bonding between Bella Swan (human female) with the elusive, silver-detesting Jacob Black (puppydog), and there is the loss and regain of her first and everlasting love, the Cullster (undead).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have to say, Bella is EXTREMELY misfortunate in her choice of guys, first love was a Vamp, second was a Wolf boy, both of which were constantly saying how much they could potentially 'hurt' her (kinda creepy if you ask me), I'm awaiting the moment we discover she has been concealing a long distance romance with a freaky alien peep from the Fourth Kind, to be fair they're only a tad more conceited than the Cullster (I am...God).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This was a cinema experience, so every needless moment was filled with teenage females fangasming, 'IT'S RATED 12-A *woots and wails*'. It was rather amusing when either Jakey or the Cullster exhibited any amount of flesh, as it was always immediately followed by a deafening squeal from hormone ridden teenage girls with the deepest desire to be Jakey's bitch or the Cullster's...victim?, shortly followed thereafter by a long drawn sigh from the fellas, me being an exception obviously (Jakey is OH SO hot! I would let him do me doggiestyle...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And they called it Puppy Lo-o-o-ove (8)</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...He's much hotter than Vampy, when he took his top off my eyes were drawn IMMEDIATELY to the fact that he had one nipple bigger than the other. Ew.).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which brings me to the point, Team Jacob or Team Cullen. Well, Vampires are ultimately cooler...I mean, there are very few ways to kill them, they sparkle in the sunlight and their hair seems to be naturally gelled. They're stylish, fast, and incredibly beautiful from an 'Emo' perspective. However, judging between Edward Cullen and Jacob Black gives a different result, Edward is SOOO clingy it is unbelievable, he may be conventionally beautiful and what have you, but seriously, having this guy watch you while you're sleeping, it's more than the slightest bit creepy, and he's overly corny too 'If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't want to live, you are my breath, I eventually want to make you suffocate so I can spend eternity with your rotting corpse', that sounds like the Cullen intentions to me. Jacob, he's hot, he's cute, he's wearing just shorts and trainers for the majority of the film, enough said. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">After searching a bit within the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blogosphere</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. I found a suitable image for this blog created by </span><a href="http://necros900.deviantart.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">necros900</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> on DeviantArt</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Look at it and laugh!</span></i></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/329/e/9/om_nom_nom_nom_by_necros900.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 388px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Live long and be safe.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hugwhor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">e</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><3</span></span></span></span></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-70782249235589134412009-11-19T19:10:00.000+00:002009-11-26T02:27:52.988+00:00I Think, Therefore I Am...Emo.<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A question that has eluded me over the past year or so is;</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">WHAT THE FUCK IS AN EMO?!?!?!?!? >_<</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Seriously, you get people that claim to be ‘Emo’ merely because they dress in black and like the term, I want to shoot these people. The only time I think I can actually accept that a person is actually an ‘Emo’ is if they listen to the ‘Old School Emo Rock’ from the seventies, not the new Fallout Boy or My Chemical Romance music, they’re more along the lines of the ‘Emo’ fashion rather than the music itself, admittedly they are both unique but not particularly ‘Emo’. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another idea is that an ‘Emo’ is a person which is mentally disturbed, always depressed, and always selfish; </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘You just got mugged? :O, OMG! Why does everything happen to me =’(’. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So to further portray this, throughout the rest of the blog, I shall have a split personality shown in the parenthesis. :) LET’S ROCK!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is a typical ‘Emo’ response.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘Hey Billy, wanna join us on a whirlwind adventure of love and happiness?’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">‘No, I’d much rather spend my time alone sobbing and playing ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’ on my ever-so vulnerable forearm -.-’</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(J-heez brav, that ain’t a way to speak, alie? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[My multiple personality is a chav? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? >_<]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A clear distinction has to be made here. An ‘Emo’ is NOT a person that cuts themselves; some ‘Emo’s do cut themselves, but the fact that they do so is not what makes them an ‘Emo’. It’s the fashion, it’s the attitude. Any person that is proud of the fact that they cut and use it as a way to define themselves, they’re attention seeking and should be ignored.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are two different kinds of ‘Emo’s; the happyhappy colourfuls, and the dark depressives. The difference between the two; Depressives make me want to cause them pain </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Let’s shank ‘em!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> [Dude, sort your diction out, it’s atrocious!]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, the Colourfuls make me want to cause pain to myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they’re happy, but could they be happy in a way that doesn’t irritate the hell out of me or do damage to my retina. All in all, Colourfuls are alright people, they’re depressed but hide it to save face, and they’re still selfish, if they weren’t then they wouldn’t be ‘Emo’, but they have a certain essence about them that also makes them caring and loving. Whereas Depressives are straight-up assholes </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Allow ‘em bruv </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Don’t make me hurt you ¬¬])</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, this may all seem peculiar coming from me because I get accused SO often of being ‘Emo’. I always deny the accusation as, let’s face it, being the stereotypical ‘Emo’ isn’t a good thing, not only that but…THE DEFINITION IS SO EFFING VAGUE!!! >_<. Allow me to recite a conversation I had the other day with a 14 Year Old girl I had never spoken to before.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her: y r u an emo?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: I’m an Emo?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her: u look it. im an emo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: Yeah, what makes you an emo?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Her: i cut myself and my lifes depressing</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is true, I didn’t make this up. How exactly can your life be depressing at 14!? I did a bit of research, she has both parents, a seemingly happy homelife, any problems she actually has have been fictionalised in her head. It’s ridiculous. But what’s shameless is the fact that she boasted this to a complete stranger as some means of acceptance.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, to demonstrate some true and rare ‘Emo’ talent; a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">poem</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is in order.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My life is now in a rut,</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s quite a pain in the butt,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I have an average life,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Easy access to a knife,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I figure why not cut.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My level of annoyance is peaking,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My eyes are continuously leaking,</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nothing bad has happened to me,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s just no-one notices me,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hence why I am just attention seeking.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ahhhh, aren’t ‘Emo’ lyrics the best. :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I want to know what people views are on what an ‘Emo’ is, moreso, whether you acknowledge the term or if you think it’s just another label to group slightly similar individuals together. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Live long and try not to cut, FFS. ¬¬</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hugwhore </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><3</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Ya’know what I think?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[Enlighten me]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They are sad freaks. They are like Pac-man, sitting in a dark room all day listening to repetitive music, munching pills.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[But you’re a chav, no-one actually cares what you think, you’re an insignificant factor in Society, in fact your kind are more parasites to the economy then contributors in any from.]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">KMT And wha? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[DIE!]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*Kills self*</span></span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Here's a link to listen to 'The Flight of the Bumblebee' if you didn't get the reference :), rock violin FTW! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XyCZ2x_1vE"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XyCZ2x_1vE</span></a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I also have to give Kudos to Sam Heybourn, the resident chav for this blog. :)</span></p>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-85465033336040979802009-11-17T14:23:00.000+00:002009-11-26T02:27:07.492+00:00Confessions of a Teenage Romantic<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love, the mutual feeling shared between two people when they realise that they are not alone anymore.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Okay, so, this is who I am. I have overly romanticised views about love. To me, it's just like - if I find someone that I really like, and they like me too, then what's the problem with devoting yourselves to each other. I guess it's all to do with the media I associated myself with when growing up, the usual story, sweet guy, well-liked by people ends up falling for a sensitive and caring girl. So in other words, my view on love is that I'm Jack looking for my Sally.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, I'm older, I no longer hold the superlative childish views of a perfect relationship, a perfect love. I now know there's a little more to it. That when someone says forever, they really mean for the next couple of weeks until we go a little time without talking. I know when someone says 'Love' that their perception of it is as flippant as George Bush on the Iraq war (Politics joke? Seriously? :|), I know that the term gets thrown around more than a Monkey's faecal matter.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I need to cite, this is entitled confessions because I am going to reveal a couple of things which I would never usually state. The reason I have such a romanticised view about relationships, it's because of how I personally get into a relationship. It usually follows a similar routine in which I would communicate with someone, have them be brutally honest with me as to find out the worst things about them, then make them feel good about themselves until the idea of 'Wow, perhaps I actually love this person' pops into my mind. So yeah, I'm Florence Nightingale it seems.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">However, my last relationship was slightly different, namely because it involved a choice. I was choosing between 3 people which I knew I could head for a relationship with. One would have been a chase, and very loving and very meaningful, however, I didn't choose this because I'd done it before and had my heart broken. Another, in all basicness, would have been too easy, it'd be a relationship where it'd just be sex, and I didn't want that, I wouldn't be able to cope with an empty shell relationship. So, I opted for the third option, a girl who somewhat liked me, seemed nice, and was someone I barely knew. If I'm honest, I think I made the right decision, it was a great relationship (in the beginning anyways), it was passionate, yet detached enough so that we weren't always having to be together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, this is where my childhood comes into play, I was insecurely attached to my mother meaning I have now grown up to be attention seeking and clingy. It sucks OH SO much. I must say though, I have recognised it, and it's not overly a problem because what I have always said, is that two people that truly do love each other should have the capacity to be perfectly honest with each other. So I would expect that if I become slightly irritating, for someone that loves to let me know and I'll detach myself slightly. It does work, but in my last relationship, it was already too late. It was a relationship built on lies, now it's over I can be honest.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">At the current moment in time, I have begun to realise all the original values about love I held so dearly, are a mere illusion. I will never find my Jack and Sally relationship, I may find someone eventually that I care about enough that will be perfectly honest with me. I'm ever the optimist when it comes to love.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is the final revelation I have made about my recent limbic thought processes. Love, it seems to me, that anyone you truly do love, you can't have a relationship with, there would be too much fear that you would lose them, or things would become too complicated. Because I do love, but in a way that I care entirely for the people, rather than having them solely to me, I care about everything they do in general. This to me is the love I want to keep, it's not the Jack and Sally love I wanted as a child, but it's the next-best thing. As for relationships in the mean time...Let's hope they're enjoyable, and some form of love can evolve from them.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'Every instant spent with you, I feel what others spend a lifetime trying to find.' I've said this to one of my previous relationships. And I actually meant it. A friend asked me yesterday after a dispute with my most recent ex, 'Do you still love her? Because either you'll always love her, or you never loved her at all', I didn't know how to react, or answer. But, I know how I feel, I never lose the love I feel for someone, it only manifests itself differently, to hatred, to jealousy, to spite...or to contentment. I love them always, despite anything I say. I keep the memories with me always, saved on my hard drive, and hidden under my bed, and the memories will NEVER change.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I apologise if this was a little intense to read, I tried to make it as light as possible :) but ah well.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Live long, and love whole-heartedly.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hugwhore</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><3</span></span></span></div>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609136922616050101.post-35368950378844971262009-11-15T20:51:00.000+00:002009-11-26T02:26:33.853+00:00Kane, I am your father...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, I had a dramatic day; at least I think it was dramatic. I met my father for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like it was some huge revelation during an epic battle to bring balance to the force, and it’s not like we’re gonna go on a quest to retrieve the Holy Grail at a chance of immortality. Nope, this was more of a, I’ve always known about you, this is to make up for the role model I’d been lacking all my life.<br /><br />Okay, when I think about, I am angry, I never had a father, it wasn’t his fault but it meant that I grew up missing so much, so the fact that I cross-dress and get overly flamboyant over the colour pink and other such aspects of femininity, it really shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. I like who I am. I have people I love and I have fun when I’m with them. But now I find myself where I was many years ago, emotionless. I can’t bring myself to be inspired one way or the other about anything, I’m not sad, but I’m not particularly happy.<br /><br />So yeh, I have a father now, and I’m looking forward to spending time with the man who is essentially me. I’ve been told we’re not the same person, but looking at him, and then myself, we’re too similar, we’re nervous wrecks that flush tomato when feeling ever so slightly uneasy, not only that, we have the same taste and women (no incest jokes ¬¬), I think this may be in essence why I’ve reverted to my autonomic self, because the fact that every relationship I’ve had has now been explained as ‘It runs in the family’.<br /><br />Okay, this is getting depressing, so, let’s change it slightly :); I have a father, that’s cool. Some people don’t have the chance to meet their father, so I’m a lucky person. And my life’s going swell :), just frickin’ dandy. :P<br /><br />Section on my life over.<br /><br />Dr Who is back!!! He’s returned with an ever so awesumm dark edge which clearly is being portrayed as an harmartia as to bring him towards his tragic death ^^ long live the doctor \m/(^^)\m/. So soon, he shall be a younger model, am I the only one that finds it ironic how the further we progress with Dr Who, the younger he seems to get? :S soon we’ll end up with a toddler using a screw-driver in everyday life. (Tommy Pickles :O...)<br /><br />This was my blog (:, as you can tell from my style of writing, I’m not too sure if I’m any good and I don’t know whether to keep it emotional, or detached.<br /><br />So, have a good day (: I need to head back to completing a Key Skills assignment about a necrophile :P (seriously, I’m surprised I was allowed, Tolerance has surely gone downhill in the past century XD).<br /><br />Live long and rock out :D<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hugwhore</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><3</span></span>Hugwhorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00765904034813335833noreply@blogger.com0