Anonymous asked: what are your favourite books? Or at least the one's you would recommend?
Tales of the Otori by Lian Hearn: is a fic story based on Feudal Japan - crossed between deceit, forbidden love and a plot that will make you squeal with pleasure.
The Wereling by Stephen Cole: a piece revolving around newly-turned werewolves and their community. This will probably send chills down your spine, but everyone’s different.
The Saga of Darren Shan by Darren Shan: this is one of my favourite series. Would you give your own life away to save your bestie’s? Also check our D.S’s Lord Loss, an entirely different series.
Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy: A story weaved from the very bones of magic <— a inside joke. Read it to find out!
Happy readings, my fellow Bookworm.
Invisibility
Walking past her every Friday to see her waiting for you, face gloomy. You get there half an hour late as usual, yet her ears always seem to perk up at the sound of your engine roaring around from the corner: I see this and my heart breaks. You don’t open the door for her, nor help her with her bag but only flick your hand effortlessly like you’re telling her to hurry up… Whilst, staring blankly ahead although she leans in for a kiss - you just motion for the door to get closed.
I spot her on the train, but she never sees my existence. All her concentration is probably on how many minutes, hours, maybe even days when she can see your smug-face again. And it breaks my heart.
I, seriously don’t know if I should intervene. Is it a bad thing to get cut that you kissed her? Should I be enraged to the point of confronting her?
I mean, after all - you kissed another girl…
EPIC RANT TIME
It’s actually funny that this person is telling me to learn more about something before trying to educate others when she/he doesn’t know anything about me.
It’s pretty clear that I spent 2 weeks in China? Um, I was born and raised there for 9 years. I return to visit my relatives in the summer, and I always travel alone, not with my parents (but I do visit my dad) because the family issue presented in Knite isn’t just shit I made up, it’s shit I had to deal with (murderous psycho stepmom? Check).
Japanese school uniform? China is HUGE, I highly doubt there’s no school, especially a high end school like the ones Sen and Kai goes to, has those green track suites as uniform. How do I know? I wore that kind of uniform for 2 years while growing up in Chengdu.
I never said the kite designs were traditional so I don’t know where you got that from. This is a modern day story, Sen makes his own kites (as seen in Ch3). It’s his simplified design, not a traditional one. I thought it was extremely obvious that the designs are a mix of the old an new (I mean, even the picture you wrote this rant on is specifically about the divide between globalization and tradition). If I were doing a historical story, then you can bitch about the designs.
I lack understanding in the educational system? Please tell me about how the school you went to is representative of every school in China. If you know anything about China, you’ll know that corruption is worse in some areas than others, and the “free” education in some areas are seen as for those with no future.
As for the nursery rhymes, please elaborate on how they are wrong because if a few words aren’t translated to your exact liking, that’s just you being anal.
And since we’re on the topic, let me tell you a bit more about my inspiration for Knite. Sheltered girl in America? My parents grew up with nothing. My mom got to eat an egg once a year on her birthday. My dad had to eat rats caught by his dog, but the communist government see dogs as luxury items so it was banned to have dogs. His family had to kill his dog and eat it to avoid prosecution.
Because my father grew up with so little, money meant survival and everything to him. He and his older siblings got into the pesticide industry and became rich due to the corruption and bribery shown in Knite. He told me how you can just take a politician out for dinner and slip a red pocket of money under the table and they’ll forget all about the inspection. He has left that industry for many years now and is into stocks instead. He regrets the things his family company has done, and I, like Kai, inevitably benefited from the money they made at the cost of the environment’s expense.That’s where I got the money to move to America at the age of 9. Like Sen, my mom left China when I was 5 because she was fed up with China. Unlike Sen’s mom, she didn’t abandon me, and I was able to join her later on but my father stayed behind. I won’t get into the rest of my family drama but know that the life I’ve lived is far from being sheltered. Even the money my father made from the pesticide company barely afforded a lower class life style in America back in the days (8 RMB was 1 USD), but it was enough.
I was able to live a balanced life, between China and America, poverty and wealth. Everything in Knite has been inspired by things I’ve witness myself, not through news clips. I’ve been advocating environmentalism for almost 8 years but I wasn’t born the with knowledge, it was a slow path of discovery. That’s what I want to show in Knite. Sen starts out as a dreamer with a grand goal, but as he matures, he will slowly learn about all the complexities of the world, and the path to his dreams is not as simple as attaching lights to kites.
Knite is inspired by my life experiences, and I’ll be damned if you expect me have lived the exact same life as you. You’ve seen parts of China that I haven’t, but I have seen parts that you haven’t. Don’t compare the Bible Belt to San Francisco, and don’t compare my life to yours.
And just to insult you some more, I will repeat:
I, Wenqing Yan (颜温情), dedicate Knite to the land of my birth, where many happy and sad memories were had, for all the laughs, all the tears, everything: China.
(Source: artist-confessions)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other
Not to mention, we don’t speak nor contact one another
And, I still remember your smile –
Sweet innocence that screamed my name
Our pictures together still on the net
Our times together still in my head
I still wait for you to call
But
I know – we are no longer destined at all
People act heartless because they’re own heart was already broken by someone else.
My heart’s broken because of your lack of understanding the simple distinction between puns…
(Source: corrazykvn)
ok lets see if that thing with glasses chicks suddenly becoming super weird feminine when they whip off their glasses works
woop
well that was anticlimatic wait
wait
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
What that is dumb and does not happen.
Look, check it out.
See, not much diff-
Wait, what-
the fuck.
You guys are being dumbs
That does not happen in real life watch
See I told you
Wait a
who am i
you guys this is straight up bullshit
i’ll prove it to you all right now ok
you see, like i said, it’s total bull—
…oh what the hell…
the FUCK kind of GYPSY MAGIC SHIT is THIS?!?!?!?!?!
…….
hey boys~*~*~*~ wonk~*~*~*~*~
omg jeannine you win
Huh. You women and your woman problems.
Good thing I’m a dude and don’t have to worry about that kinda crapola
Wait wtf
You guys are amateurs
let me show you how this is done
ah shit I had them on the ”genderfuck” setting
…
well, that works too
okay you amateurs
let me show you how it’s done
I’m now River Song
shhh spoilers
What the hell?
I wonder what happens when you put glasses on?
Ok, so far so good…
IT GOT EVEN BETTER
SCREAMS
(Source: sassylesbianluka)
Deja Vu
What once was mine, is now another’s. The picture of health: not so clear. Redemption, I fear - is no longer an option.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve done things before, but they all are too hazy – so I just toss them aside. But, at night… it creeps back underneath my skin and makes me toss and turn in my sleep. Those actions, have I really done them before? Or, are they what we classify as déjà vu?
My eyes beam with delight as I deeply coat my entire body with crimson water.
The name’s Arthur Vu and this is my story.
The Squealer
The Three Little Pigs, who doesn’t know this story? There are several versions of it, but I want to tell you mine – to believe it or not, can only be left up to you.
The wolf sits at the table, licks his lips and bangs the table slightly as he watches the water slowly boil. His tummy lets out a howl and he can hear the squeal of the pig next door. He makes a note to get that pig later, and cracks his head to the left then to the right.
I’m getting old.
Meanwhile, a silhouette watches his every move.
The wolf enters his kitchen again, to find a slight breeze rushing in through the window. He tuts to himself and closes it. Not wary of the pair of eyes, peeking at him from behind his rubbish bin. He makes himself comfortable again at his table, picks up his fork and stabs at his meat pie. He swallows, but not before – he hears snickering from underneath his table. Just a little too late, he notices the pig next door -the maniac of all pranksters. He lunges for the piglet, but comes up short of breath. He hears the squeals of laughter from outside.
Where is it? Oh, no – he didn’t!
‘Let me in pig! Or I’ll break your door down!’
The piglet isn’t stirred by the wolf’s threat; he just stays at the window and makes funny faces at the hairy animal that is turning red in the face. All of a sudden, the piglet bolts for the back door.
Aahhh aaAHHH CHOO!
And the house of straws crumbled under.
Without looking back, the wolf heads over next door.
Aahhh aaAHHH CHOO!
And the house of sticks crumbled under.
Without looking back, the wolf heads over next door.
Aahhh aaAHHH CHOO!
But, the house of bricks is still standing tall.
Phew. The wolf sees the Annoyance dangling his allergy pills a few inches away from his face. He makes a scram for it, but the piece of glass gets in the way and he howls in agony. With just a few more minutes til defeat, he rounds the house and paves up the wall and down the chimney.
With the rustling noises from upon his roof, the pig suspects the wolf of his secret entrance. He gathers all the firewood that his tiny hooves can muster and drops it in place. He lights up a match… and begins seasoning the pot–
SPLASH goes the wolf.
And
CLANG goes the lid.
