I really really hate loathing any person. No exceptions. I’ve already realized how unhealthy loathing any person is, you know. Like, we got awesomeness within us, and we need each other so that we can survive and find true happiness too. But hey, our imperfections are real things too. Our imperfections often keep us away from seeing our potential for awesomeness. When we get in trouble, we’re always responsible for it, and often, we try to believe in the “It’s not my fault” delusion. Our suffering is our fault, and I guess that’s why we often hate ourselves. But you know, what keeps me going and hopeful is our potential for awesomeness. Our potential for awesomeness is a real thing too. We people shouldn’t be here right now if our potential for awesomeness doesn’t exist, you know. So yeah, there’s hope, and we can fight against our weaknesses. And the person talking here is Tobby, a person who is, as usual, very angry at all the self-loathing that I see in myself and in other people. Ah, yes, I really wanna shove Holy Hand Grenades into the holes that we see a lot in bad behavior.
I covered a dark song. Another dark song and a melancholic song are currently at the top of my “Songs to Cover” priority list (and I should remind myself about working on that one duet cover that I haven’t been working on much lately…)
Meanwhile, in lighter topics, a friend of mine drew some character designs for one of my stories, and the designs that she drew are freaking awesome. Makes me wanna work on that story more, yo. ^_^
Oh, and I’ll reveal those character designs eventually…and suddenly too. Hm, maybe suddenly, yeah.
And now, here’s this cover’s mp3.
People should be more aware about the origins of occassions like Halloween and Christmas, indeed. Thank you very much for your effort here, Mrs. Juneau! \(^o^)
I raised my nine children in the shadow of other dedicated Catholic mothers, mostly homeschoolers, who thought Halloween was evil, dedicated to witches. Their children were not allowed to celebrate with their neighbors but went to a church basement to celebrate All Saints Eve.
This church was an hour away from us. More importantly, I felt my children suffered enough because of a perceived alienation from their peers. At our tiny Catholic, country school everyone dressed up for the day and often joined friends afterward to go door to door. I did not want to deny them the joy and creative fun which surrounded this cultural, childhood tradition.
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Author’s Note: Hello, I’m The Overlord Bear, and here’s a new story series! Again! I guess this is a part of my warmup for writing other stories of mine…and speaking of writing stories, I’ve been thinking of what to write for my Creative Writing thesis recently too…
What, you think it’s too early for me to work on my college thesis? Hahaha…how easy do you think it is, fellow fools? O_O
Also, I made a new friend recently, and it’s a mop for the second floor of my house. Okay, I guess I’m now wasting your time here.
And again, I really really want honest constructive feedback, yo. If you’re gonna leave some, then there’s the comments section below.
Oh, and one more thing: I hope that you (special mention goes to the younger nutshellcrackers out there) are reading this with mature enough guidance. Continue reading “Some Tips on How to Be Truly Heroic”
I decided to sing this while my throat was recovering from singing a bunch of harder songs. Oh, and I’ve seen my improvement in mixing while I was mixing this cover too. I can see it in my more frequent double-checks and audio track comparisons, yo. But for me to know the full extent of my improvement, I’ll still need to know your thoughts, dear nutshellcrackers, especially thoughts from those who are more experienced when it comes to music.
In other topics, I’ll be posting a story in the near future, and I guess it’s a start of another series. I think I can call it a short story series too…
Anyway, here’s this cover’s mp3.
Author’s Note: What, you’re starting another series, Tobby? Oh well, don’t force yourself to do the posted ones if you’re not up to it…and hey, make sure to be more active in gathering feedback, yo.
So yeah, I’m having a hard time working on new oneshots and updating ongoing series ’cause of a bunch of things that are bothering me. Laziness, irrational fears, lack of sleep, excessive and unnecessary worrying…I’ll just leave it at that for now. I should talk about them more with my parents and with my close friends….
Now then, dear nutshellcrackers, here’s something that I wrote a bunch of months ago. And I haven’t even written the next chapters yet. I’ll try to work on the next chapter, still, but I think it would be better if I got a bunch of feedback before writing the next chapter.
Anyway, here’s the story, yo. And please leave your feedback in the comments section. Also, mature guidance is advised while reading this, especially if you’re under the age of 17, yo. Continue reading “幸山 -sakiyama- – Chapter 1: Golden Opportunities”
Happy birthday, fellow dork with potential for awesomeness! \(^o^)
Welp, I guess that’s all for now. See you again in the den, then, nutshellcrackers!
…and I should work on writing stories more…oh, and don’t forget those duet covers that you need to work on…plus, don’t forget household chores…
Oh, and here’s this cover’s mp3, yo! \(^o^)
Thank you very much for the instrumental, uz-san.
Thank you very much for the illustration, Wata-san.
Thank you very much for the translation, Thaerin.
And now, I need to be reminded about reading Tokyo Ghoul more. Even if it will inevitably break my heart.
Bring it on, Sui Ishida.
CHALLENGE ME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I support the Catholic Church’s teachings regarding contraception because I have known about the bad things that occur when sex is treated like a toy, and not because “They said so.” This article led me to hating my perversion more, and I thank God very much for the help.
Oh hey, a freaking inspiring poem! 😀
A big bold blur
Of entire life
In a rain drop
Hung in the air, then
Shuttered against hardened soil
Reduced to nothing
As if it never was.
Has it served its purpose?
Quenched the thirst,
Fed the hunger.
One drop in the millions, or
A million of ones,
However you look at it
One makes a difference
May be it was a crystal ball
Not a blur, after all.