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Lack of Enthusiasm
3 min read
If you have played 'Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch', you are probably familiar with the little locket that Oliver uses; when walking around, sometimes this locket will glow, indicating he is near someone with a huge amount of a certain quality, like kindness or courage. You can take a piece of their 'heart' because they have more than enough of what they have. Then you may talk to some people who are lacking in certain qualities and you can help them by giving them the piece of heart that they are lacking. The Cat King near the beginning of the game was lacking in enthusiasm, though it was a bit more complicated than just giving him the piece of heart, he was still sorted out eventually.
I feel exactly like the Cat King did. I'm broken-hearted in real life, lacking enthusiasm; I feel like I want to do things but it takes an enormous amount of effort for me to achieve at most a mediocre level of performance in anything. If I start doing any university work, I feel immensely depressed for no reason. Within the past three years I have achieved little more than a year's worth of work. Last semester I failed all of my units. I was waking up somewhat earlier than usual during the holidays, but now I'm starting to wake up much later. It's extremely difficult to get to sleep and anhedonia is kicking in. I feel like there's nothing I can do. There are people who started university the same time I did and would be finishing their degree this year.
The most painful feeling that kills me every day is that of feeling like my talent and skill is going to waste. I am excellent at doing a large variety of things and I am also a quick learner, but I have no team, no work, nothing for which I can be useful. Without motivation to go on with my university course (and crippling depression) as well as not knowing what the hell I want or should be doing, I feel very lost, with no hope, no direction, no reason or purpose and no life. To me, I have already died inside, like the broken-hearted NPCs. Playing video games isn't a reward for hard work anymore, it's autopilot mode that puts my mind at ease temporarily through distraction.
If only it was as easy as giving me a piece of heart in 'the another world'.
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I don't usually dislike ads, in fact I love some of them; most Apple ads for example this. There are some ads that are just annoying , then there are some that are not only annoying but offensive:
GET THIS AD OFF TV A.S.A.P.
I don't mind at all that Masterchef is putting a team of females against a team of males. What's annoying is how this is advertised: a listing of sexist sterotypes, that's all it is.
"Girls are more..." "Boys are more..." This makes me sick.
I don't want to live in a world in which people put women in different boxes to men or put anyone in different boxes to anyone else. It's hard enough to be yourself and people can't see you the way you want them to see you if they believe in these stereotypes. I don't want people to think of stereotypes when they see me; just like how bronies don't want people to associate them with those few outspoken people who give them a bad name. I know it's not as bad as it used to be, but I don't want it to go back to that way! (What with this ad on people's tv screens a few times every night.)
Even if this is a sick joke - even if they are well aware of what they are doing and maybe they are just parodying the old 1950's sexist stereotypes - it is not obvious. I know some people who actually believe in these stereotypes (too many people). Just hearing them makes me annoyed.
I've felt what sexism, racism and general discrimination feel like and I wouldn't be surprised if you have felt it too. I know what it's like to not fit in, but I like not fitting in, because to me, "fitting in" means that you are copying a stereotype; that's boring and stupid. Don't let other people dull your shine - stereotypes are fictional.
Oh and KILL THE AD! BURN IT!
GET THIS AD OFF TV A.S.A.P.
I don't mind at all that Masterchef is putting a team of females against a team of males. What's annoying is how this is advertised: a listing of sexist sterotypes, that's all it is.
"Girls are more..." "Boys are more..." This makes me sick.
I don't want to live in a world in which people put women in different boxes to men or put anyone in different boxes to anyone else. It's hard enough to be yourself and people can't see you the way you want them to see you if they believe in these stereotypes. I don't want people to think of stereotypes when they see me; just like how bronies don't want people to associate them with those few outspoken people who give them a bad name. I know it's not as bad as it used to be, but I don't want it to go back to that way! (What with this ad on people's tv screens a few times every night.)
Even if this is a sick joke - even if they are well aware of what they are doing and maybe they are just parodying the old 1950's sexist stereotypes - it is not obvious. I know some people who actually believe in these stereotypes (too many people). Just hearing them makes me annoyed.
I've felt what sexism, racism and general discrimination feel like and I wouldn't be surprised if you have felt it too. I know what it's like to not fit in, but I like not fitting in, because to me, "fitting in" means that you are copying a stereotype; that's boring and stupid. Don't let other people dull your shine - stereotypes are fictional.
Oh and KILL THE AD! BURN IT!
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Devious Journal Entry
1 min read
The most dangerous thing to gamble with is time. I just thought I would share this advice.
However, it does depend on the situation. I might be going for an afternoon stroll and maybe go to the shops to have a look around if I get there in time, or I might be going to catch a plane that can't be missed, but there may be a chance that it'll be delayed.
I'm glad I invested so much time into studying a few years ago; I wouldn't be where I am now if I hadn't. But like the hare in 'The Tortoise and the Hare', I slowed down and had a break. Time slowly crept by and now I'm behind again! o_o
Gotta move that gear up!
Oh yeah, going to Supanova tomorrow as a Magicka wizard! Should be fun
However, it does depend on the situation. I might be going for an afternoon stroll and maybe go to the shops to have a look around if I get there in time, or I might be going to catch a plane that can't be missed, but there may be a chance that it'll be delayed.
I'm glad I invested so much time into studying a few years ago; I wouldn't be where I am now if I hadn't. But like the hare in 'The Tortoise and the Hare', I slowed down and had a break. Time slowly crept by and now I'm behind again! o_o
Gotta move that gear up!
Oh yeah, going to Supanova tomorrow as a Magicka wizard! Should be fun
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What Is Art?
2 min read
A long time ago, me and a friend were talking. I told her what I thought art was and she disagreed and told me her opinion; I thought it was very interesting.
My opinion:
Everything is art; mathematics, sciences, music, sports, language, all disciplines are arts; we are all artists; we each sculpt our own lives, using whatever resources we have.
We paint our future, create our personality, with every action or inaction we do.
Everything is perfect; even imperfections are what make something, as a whole, perfect because they define what it is. Therefore, nothing can be imperfect and everything is art.
Art is creation, perfection and beauty.
My friend's opinion:
Art can be in everything, but not always everything is art.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"; yes, someone can create something and call it art, but this is their version of art and depending on whether their reasons for labeling it art are popular reasons, other people may also call this art.
Someone may say that everything is art and so it is, to them. Others may say that only paintings are art and that is what art is to them.
Art is what someone believes to be art; it may be because it is beautiful, or perfect, or unique, but the reasons for this are up to the observer.
Whether something is art or not solely depends on the person who is looking at it and not the creator.
What do you think art is? Do you agree with any of the two opinions?
My opinion:
Everything is art; mathematics, sciences, music, sports, language, all disciplines are arts; we are all artists; we each sculpt our own lives, using whatever resources we have.
We paint our future, create our personality, with every action or inaction we do.
Everything is perfect; even imperfections are what make something, as a whole, perfect because they define what it is. Therefore, nothing can be imperfect and everything is art.
Art is creation, perfection and beauty.
My friend's opinion:
Art can be in everything, but not always everything is art.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"; yes, someone can create something and call it art, but this is their version of art and depending on whether their reasons for labeling it art are popular reasons, other people may also call this art.
Someone may say that everything is art and so it is, to them. Others may say that only paintings are art and that is what art is to them.
Art is what someone believes to be art; it may be because it is beautiful, or perfect, or unique, but the reasons for this are up to the observer.
Whether something is art or not solely depends on the person who is looking at it and not the creator.
What do you think art is? Do you agree with any of the two opinions?
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The Young Ones: fan play script
7 min read
~ In a crowded lecture theatre, RICK sits at the middle of the front row, furiously writing notes. He is covered in sticky notes. The lecturer drones on. ~
RICK: Hold that for me, would you?
[RICK slaps a note on the forehead of a bald man on his right.]
MIKE: Slow down, Rick, or you'll get ink on my jacket.
RICK: Mike, you must be in the wrong lecture; this is sociology.
MIKE: I didn't know you ever went to your sociology lectures.
RICK: Oh. Well, unlike you, Mike, I always seek to broaden my knowledge.
MIKE: This is chemistry, Rick.
RICK: You mean to say that I've been writing chemistry notes for the past half hour without even knowing it?
MIKE: Yes.
[RICK pauses suddenly.]
RICK: Erm, Mike, since when did you start going to your lectures?
MIKE: No, no! It's not the lectures I'm here for. I come for the birds, see?
RICK: Ah, right yes, of course.
[RICK suddenly notices MIKE's arm rested on a girl's shoulder.]
NEIL: Hello!
[MIKE jumps and quickly slides his arm off NEIL.]
MIKE: Neil! What are you doing here? What'd you do with my girl?!
NEIL (slowly, concerned): Oh... that's strange, Mike, 'cause, like, when I came in here to look for one of my gonks that I accidentally left here last Tuesday and I, like, saw it, right, in Rick's bag, I sat down next to you, Mike, so that I could, like, ask Rick if it's, like, his or not and, like...
MIKE: Yeah, yeah, we get it Neil. Get to the point, where is she?
RICK: Yeah, Hippie!
NEIL: Well, that's the strange thing, right? When I got here, like, there was no girl at all whatsoever and that's why I sat down - because the seat was empty - and then, like, half-way through the lecture, Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders, which I thought was kind of, like, strange, but I didn't do anything so as to not disturb the serene mental state of you guys while you were listening to the lecture.
MIKE: Well, if you're here, where's Vyv?
NEIL (matter-of-factly): Oh, he's opened up his own movie theatre in our lounge room at fifty quid per person.
[RICK freaks out.]
RICK: What?! What?! He's using MY telly to show his horrid nasties to complete strangers? Bloody hell! [he calms down slightly] Well anyway, no one's going to buy a movie ticket for fifty quid! That's highway robbery!
NEIL (quite calmly): No, no... it's not on the highway, Rick, it's in our lounge.
RICK: Shut up, Neil!
NEIL: Oh, and also Rick, like, people ARE buying tickets; in fact, he's sold over one million already.
MIKE: One million? Hey, what's going on? I'm the one who makes the dough around here.
NEIL (impressed): Really, Mike? I had no idea you're a bread maker.
MIKE: Oh, come on Neil, you know what I mean.
RICK: I don't care how many tickets he sells; we'd better bloody well look after the telly! I need that to watch "Nozin' Aroun'"!
[The lecturer finishes]
LECTURER: ... Oh, and don't forget to go to Vyvian's world famous cinematic movie experience, showing all the best, tonight - fifty quid per person.
RICK: Bloody hell!
[Meanwhile, in the loungeroom, Vyvian is about to play another film in front of an audience of, at least, one million people.]
VYVIAN (picking up a tape): This is going to be the best movie you'll ever see in your entire lives, everyone.
[He puts the video into the player and the entire television set explodes.]
VYVIAN (catching a burnt label from the video): Oh, that's why. That was the one about the time I filled Rick's underpants drawer with explosives...
[VYVIAN, covered in black, staggers towards the kitchen while the audience starts to complain.]
VYVIAN: Look, I'm really very sorry everyone, but you're going to have to kill Rick if you want your money back because he's the only one who's in charge of refunds.
[Suddenly, many more complaints are heard from the crowd.]
VYVIAN (slowly and proudly): Or... everybody can come back here tomorrow for free to see a live play in which I kill Rick.
[The crowd cheers. The doorbell rings and the front door explodes.]
VYVIAN: That's the fifth time this week the front door's exploded! I don't even remember setting that up. But what's even more amazing is how the front door constantly reassembles itself.
[MIKE walks in, holding a gun; Rick and Neil follow.]
MIKE: 'Ands up Vyv. Gimme the money.
VYVIAN (unperturbed): Oh yeah - of course, Mike.
[VYVIAN lifts up his arms; everyone except MIKE, RICK and NEIL fall over as soon as he completes the action.]
MIKE (covering his nose): No, Vyv, uh - just put your 'ands down and gimme the 50 million quid.
VYVIAN (saluting enthusiastically): Yes, Mike, sir!
[VYVIAN staggers off to his room and immediately comes back down with a huge, wet sack. MIKE looks puzzled.]
MIKE: What's this, then?
VYVIAN: 50 million squid.
MIKE: No, no, Vyv! 50 million QUID - in cash!
VYVIAN: Ah - 'course, sorry, Mike.
[VYVIAN drags the sack back up to his room.]
~Upstairs, in VYVIAN's room.~
VYVIAN: Now where did I put that sack? (As he points to various sacks piled up in the middle of his room.)
[There is one sack, filled with toys, which is being held by Santa Claus.]
VYVIAN (pointing): No... no... no... no... Ah-hah! (he points to a sack with the words "100 million pounds written on it.)
VYVIAN: Throw me that one, Santa!
SANTA (passing the sack to VYVIAN): Ho, Ho, Ho!
[VYVIAN catches the sack.]
VYVIAN (sarcastically): Very funny.
[VYVIAN goes back downstairs and plants the sack in front of MIKE, while RICK kneels in front of the exploded television, crying. NEIL stands where the front door used to be, handing out flowers to all the audience members who have regained consciousness.]
NEIL: We're, like, really, really sorry about everything you had to go through. I hope it didn't, like, bring you down or anything. Here, have this.
[RICK stops crying and storms over to NEIL; he takes NEIL's flowers, throws them on the floor and crushes them several times with his feet, aggressively.]
RICK: Take that, hippie!
NEIL pulls more flowers out of his pockets and continues handing them out.]
NEIL: Hey, Rick. That was really heavy and uncool, man.
[RICK grabs the new flowers out of NEIL's hands and tramples them like he did before.]
[NEIL pulls more flowers out from under his shirt.]
[RICK, again, takes the flowers and tramples them.]
[NEIL pulls more flowers out of his ears. RICK stops and looks at the flowers, then at NEIL, then at the flowers again, with extreme disgust and fury.]
RICK: NEIL! WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY FLOWERS?!
NEIL: Well, because I'm a hippie, Rick. A hippy never runs out of flowers.
[NEIL tilts his head back and two flowers grow out of his nostrils. A woman and a man walk through the front door and pick them out of his nose.]
RICK (disgusted): Eurgh!
[Meanwhile, VYVIAN and MIKE are tearing 5 pound notes in half and throwing the halves into two separate piles.]
VYVIAN: I'm so sorry, MIKE, I thought I had one with fifty mil written on it.
MIKE: Never mind, just keep tearing; we'll get there eventually.
RICK: Hold that for me, would you?
[RICK slaps a note on the forehead of a bald man on his right.]
MIKE: Slow down, Rick, or you'll get ink on my jacket.
RICK: Mike, you must be in the wrong lecture; this is sociology.
MIKE: I didn't know you ever went to your sociology lectures.
RICK: Oh. Well, unlike you, Mike, I always seek to broaden my knowledge.
MIKE: This is chemistry, Rick.
RICK: You mean to say that I've been writing chemistry notes for the past half hour without even knowing it?
MIKE: Yes.
[RICK pauses suddenly.]
RICK: Erm, Mike, since when did you start going to your lectures?
MIKE: No, no! It's not the lectures I'm here for. I come for the birds, see?
RICK: Ah, right yes, of course.
[RICK suddenly notices MIKE's arm rested on a girl's shoulder.]
NEIL: Hello!
[MIKE jumps and quickly slides his arm off NEIL.]
MIKE: Neil! What are you doing here? What'd you do with my girl?!
NEIL (slowly, concerned): Oh... that's strange, Mike, 'cause, like, when I came in here to look for one of my gonks that I accidentally left here last Tuesday and I, like, saw it, right, in Rick's bag, I sat down next to you, Mike, so that I could, like, ask Rick if it's, like, his or not and, like...
MIKE: Yeah, yeah, we get it Neil. Get to the point, where is she?
RICK: Yeah, Hippie!
NEIL: Well, that's the strange thing, right? When I got here, like, there was no girl at all whatsoever and that's why I sat down - because the seat was empty - and then, like, half-way through the lecture, Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders, which I thought was kind of, like, strange, but I didn't do anything so as to not disturb the serene mental state of you guys while you were listening to the lecture.
MIKE: Well, if you're here, where's Vyv?
NEIL (matter-of-factly): Oh, he's opened up his own movie theatre in our lounge room at fifty quid per person.
[RICK freaks out.]
RICK: What?! What?! He's using MY telly to show his horrid nasties to complete strangers? Bloody hell! [he calms down slightly] Well anyway, no one's going to buy a movie ticket for fifty quid! That's highway robbery!
NEIL (quite calmly): No, no... it's not on the highway, Rick, it's in our lounge.
RICK: Shut up, Neil!
NEIL: Oh, and also Rick, like, people ARE buying tickets; in fact, he's sold over one million already.
MIKE: One million? Hey, what's going on? I'm the one who makes the dough around here.
NEIL (impressed): Really, Mike? I had no idea you're a bread maker.
MIKE: Oh, come on Neil, you know what I mean.
RICK: I don't care how many tickets he sells; we'd better bloody well look after the telly! I need that to watch "Nozin' Aroun'"!
[The lecturer finishes]
LECTURER: ... Oh, and don't forget to go to Vyvian's world famous cinematic movie experience, showing all the best, tonight - fifty quid per person.
RICK: Bloody hell!
[Meanwhile, in the loungeroom, Vyvian is about to play another film in front of an audience of, at least, one million people.]
VYVIAN (picking up a tape): This is going to be the best movie you'll ever see in your entire lives, everyone.
[He puts the video into the player and the entire television set explodes.]
VYVIAN (catching a burnt label from the video): Oh, that's why. That was the one about the time I filled Rick's underpants drawer with explosives...
[VYVIAN, covered in black, staggers towards the kitchen while the audience starts to complain.]
VYVIAN: Look, I'm really very sorry everyone, but you're going to have to kill Rick if you want your money back because he's the only one who's in charge of refunds.
[Suddenly, many more complaints are heard from the crowd.]
VYVIAN (slowly and proudly): Or... everybody can come back here tomorrow for free to see a live play in which I kill Rick.
[The crowd cheers. The doorbell rings and the front door explodes.]
VYVIAN: That's the fifth time this week the front door's exploded! I don't even remember setting that up. But what's even more amazing is how the front door constantly reassembles itself.
[MIKE walks in, holding a gun; Rick and Neil follow.]
MIKE: 'Ands up Vyv. Gimme the money.
VYVIAN (unperturbed): Oh yeah - of course, Mike.
[VYVIAN lifts up his arms; everyone except MIKE, RICK and NEIL fall over as soon as he completes the action.]
MIKE (covering his nose): No, Vyv, uh - just put your 'ands down and gimme the 50 million quid.
VYVIAN (saluting enthusiastically): Yes, Mike, sir!
[VYVIAN staggers off to his room and immediately comes back down with a huge, wet sack. MIKE looks puzzled.]
MIKE: What's this, then?
VYVIAN: 50 million squid.
MIKE: No, no, Vyv! 50 million QUID - in cash!
VYVIAN: Ah - 'course, sorry, Mike.
[VYVIAN drags the sack back up to his room.]
~Upstairs, in VYVIAN's room.~
VYVIAN: Now where did I put that sack? (As he points to various sacks piled up in the middle of his room.)
[There is one sack, filled with toys, which is being held by Santa Claus.]
VYVIAN (pointing): No... no... no... no... Ah-hah! (he points to a sack with the words "100 million pounds written on it.)
VYVIAN: Throw me that one, Santa!
SANTA (passing the sack to VYVIAN): Ho, Ho, Ho!
[VYVIAN catches the sack.]
VYVIAN (sarcastically): Very funny.
[VYVIAN goes back downstairs and plants the sack in front of MIKE, while RICK kneels in front of the exploded television, crying. NEIL stands where the front door used to be, handing out flowers to all the audience members who have regained consciousness.]
NEIL: We're, like, really, really sorry about everything you had to go through. I hope it didn't, like, bring you down or anything. Here, have this.
[RICK stops crying and storms over to NEIL; he takes NEIL's flowers, throws them on the floor and crushes them several times with his feet, aggressively.]
RICK: Take that, hippie!
NEIL pulls more flowers out of his pockets and continues handing them out.]
NEIL: Hey, Rick. That was really heavy and uncool, man.
[RICK grabs the new flowers out of NEIL's hands and tramples them like he did before.]
[NEIL pulls more flowers out from under his shirt.]
[RICK, again, takes the flowers and tramples them.]
[NEIL pulls more flowers out of his ears. RICK stops and looks at the flowers, then at NEIL, then at the flowers again, with extreme disgust and fury.]
RICK: NEIL! WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY FLOWERS?!
NEIL: Well, because I'm a hippie, Rick. A hippy never runs out of flowers.
[NEIL tilts his head back and two flowers grow out of his nostrils. A woman and a man walk through the front door and pick them out of his nose.]
RICK (disgusted): Eurgh!
[Meanwhile, VYVIAN and MIKE are tearing 5 pound notes in half and throwing the halves into two separate piles.]
VYVIAN: I'm so sorry, MIKE, I thought I had one with fifty mil written on it.
MIKE: Never mind, just keep tearing; we'll get there eventually.
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