i went to go see Avatar with Ally and the gang. it was friggin amazing~


my full post will be on my new blog:
[ De die in diem ]
somehow i find it easier to post on blogger and i spend so much time and work when posting photos and using html.
so, i'll still keep the livejournal, but i'll be using my blogger more. that still doesn't mean that i won't check everyone else's livejournals. i will put your links on my blogger list and follow you guys.

Ack. Yes. Finally; a laptop! The keyboard is incredibly confusing though and it;s as heavy as fuck. Compared to my tiny Macbook, it;s bloody massive. You`ll er, have to fogive my odd grammar. I can`t use this properly yet. (I`m working on it. The stupid thing keeps on turning back to Japanese)

It`s pretty cool in Tokyo. My family moved houses, and we live in a villa kind thing. I`m having fun with the toilets. xD My auntie got really pissed because I kept turning the - uh - bum washer? (idk what it`s actually called in English) and it these different colored sprayers so I would just watch it at a safe distance. xD It`s so High Tech and everything - even more than when I came last time.

Like right now. The floor is... heated. You can turn the temperature of the fucking floor. You probably don`t need it cos it`s not that cold here.

I`m very amused at how much my cousin changed. He now listens to Lady Gaga and Sexy Bitch, and wears a heavy scowl everywhere. (What if he`s gay?)

This song comes to mind;

Though I suspect it`s because I`ve being listening to it too much.

IMO, I`m going to Hokkaido next week to skii for 4 days. Then I`m going to Thailand.

SARAH YOU WOOBIE.　After all those weeks of planning what we`re gonna do in bankok, you forgot to give me your phone number there. xDDDD

Aaaand depression test! Kinda stupid cos I`m feeling pretty happy right now.

Disorder	Your Score
Major Depression:	Very Slight
Dysthymia:	Slight-Moderate
Bipolar Disorder:	High-Moderate
Cyclothymia:	High
Seasonal Affective Disorder:	Very Slight
Postpartum Depression:	N/A
Take the Depression Test

p,s For those who gave me their address for the Postcard exchange, did everyone get my PM back? I had internet problems that day and some may not have sent.

ETA, I met a family friend who just returned from Germany. She gave me a　scarf and gloves, though I`m more obsessed with the bag. It`s PURPLE. xDxD And has German on it

So I've been thinking... I may delete this dumb journal:
1) because I used my real name like a fucking uncreative idiot
- Therefore I may make a new journal? But will I use it?
2) I started writing in my old paper journal again tonight, and its nice because it is only for myself and I like that. I feel like everything in my life lately is shared and I want something for myself and only me.
3) I can't keep up with shit on the internet because I am addicted to too many websites (ie facebook, last.fm, tumblr, twitter) So how about whoever has a tumblr adds me there (paulinacassimus.tumblr.com/ ). Tumblr is way less personal, and I like that for now.

...If I decide to get a new LJ I will let you all know (whoever stills wants to be friends) and you can add me there.

Goodbye for now, and Happy Holidays.

I was just laying in bed thinking about this movie and resolved that driveling about it would be the only way I'd find some sleep. I don't think I ever previously really made sense of what I thought of the film, a rare occasion as my list of theater excursions since high school most likely falls short of the five finger mark. This is a well-made film I'd recommend, which has no bearing on whether or not I liked it. It has this organic way of impinging on the heartstrings that are accustomed to lounging amidst the esoteric yet all too familiar fairy tales. I guess I was never fully aware of this habituation process; this cyclic contract of gratification we buy into. Something really interesting Joseph Gordon-Levitt mentioned in an interview was why the relationship ultimately failed. Tom fell in love with his image of summer, then projected this unwanted pedestal ideal upon her, creating a base of pretense. It all seems so transparent now, only after I conceived that what I felt for the protagonist was not sympathy, but empathy. I could not ascribe it then, because I too was selectively discounting temperamental ambiguity. But then there's the flip side. I suppose that's what most people like about it: the honesty, the anti-happily ever after, the accessibility. I'm just rambling, I should sleep to save myself from three consecutive all-nighters.

In a recent BBC interview, the person explained why a prohibition only makes it worse.

Cracking down on a drug makes the risk increase. An increase in risk makes the price rise. The more the price rises, the more lucrative it is to expand production. The more money is involved, the more risks people will take.

Basically a nasty, ever-increasing feedback loop.

This very simplified, half-asleep post brought to you by Logic and Common Sense, proud sponsors of... Nothing related to the War on Drugs.

*personal disclaimer: I really could care less about drugs. But the use of disproportionate force really bothers me.

"Justice", in the sense of the philosophical concept, or understanding, implies that the response to a transgression is to the same degree as the transgression itself.

In other words, if a person jaywalks, you don't chop off their legs.

*has just found out that Muse was a major source of inspiration for the Twilight saga*

NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

One of my favourite bands, murdered. Buried. Smothered. Axphyxiated.

Sorry. I just- no.
I'll just return to Rammstein now...