shiawaseyo:

A WILD GIVEAWAY APPEARS!!

**Updated, reblog this version.

Hey everyone, since I’ve been lucky enough to go to Japan and visit the Pokémon center myself I thought it would be nice if I did a give away for everyone who can’t make it there themselves (=^x^=). I purchased a bunch of extra products and left them sitting in my suitcase for the past couple of months. Originally I was going to sell them but I decided to just do a give away instead.

Rules:

  • No rules, just reblog.
  • You can reblog as many times as you want.
  • You don’t need to be following me but it would be nice to check out my blog.

Prize includes:

  • Pokéball shaped bento/lunch box
  • Pikachu pancake mold
  • x2 Pokémon ramen
  • Pokémon cookies
  • Pikachu plushie
  • Deerling hat (Spring form)
  • Small Pikachu chain plushie
  • Small Eevee chain plushie
  • Blastoise phone charm
  • Charizard phone charm
  • Squirtle and evolution charm set
  • Pikachu pacer/mechanical pencil
  • Unown sticker set
  • Pokémon Sticker set
  • x3 Random Pokémon figurine (Inside Pokéball: Landorus, Tornadus, Thundurus, Dragonite, Eevee, Flareon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, Lucario)
  • 2013 Pokémon calendar + sticker set (Although actually from McDonalds Japan)

I will draw the winner via a random generator on the 20th of February 2013.

Good luck everyone!

(via pokemon-kawaii)

yousmoketoomuch-pip: shoes-into-the-ocean: analysethisinkblot: ch4in: sluhty: ITS SO CUTE HELP aw No one told me there was a new trailer for The Hobbit ^that comment martin no Aww no poor porcupine! 
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yousmoketoomuch-pip:

shoes-into-the-ocean:

analysethisinkblot:

ch4in:

sluhty:

ITS SO CUTE HELP

aw

No one told me there was a new trailer for The Hobbit

^that comment

martin no

Aww no poor porcupine! 

(via verogjv)

My progress so far in learning hiragana (first and third lines) and katakana (second and fourth lines), two of Japanese’s writing systems! =D First two rows are the vowels A, I, U, E, and O, and the second two are the syllables Ka, Ki, Ku, Ke, and Ko. =) Still got a long way to go!
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My progress so far in learning hiragana (first and third lines) and katakana (second and fourth lines), two of Japanese’s writing systems! =D First two rows are the vowels A, I, U, E, and O, and the second two are the syllables Ka, Ki, Ku, Ke, and Ko. =) Still got a long way to go!

quentinandrew: malditafeminista: THIS is why it’s neccessary to out these sons of bitches…because even when we do what the law suggests they still make out scratch free and leave us in shambles… YOU SEE THOSE TWO SMALL BLACK DOTS..THOSE ARE THE FALSELY ACCUSED IN COMPARISON TO THE GUILTY SONS OF BASTARDS [NOT BITCHES] WHO WALK FREE. So you rape apologists can miss me with this “what about the men who might be falsely named” b.s because out of all of those submissions I bet thus far NONE have been false… per the graphic that’s about 2 out of  1000. TWO OUT OF ONE THOUSAND ARE FALSE. Go fuck yourselves apologists.  This really puts things in perspective
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quentinandrew:

malditafeminista:

THIS is why it’s neccessary to out these sons of bitches…because even when we do what the law suggests they still make out scratch free and leave us in shambles…

YOU SEE THOSE TWO SMALL BLACK DOTS..THOSE ARE THE FALSELY ACCUSED IN COMPARISON TO THE GUILTY SONS OF BASTARDS [NOT BITCHES] WHO WALK FREE.

So you rape apologists can miss me with this “what about the men who might be falsely named” b.s because out of all of those submissions I bet thus far NONE have been false… per the graphic that’s about 2 out of  1000.


TWO OUT OF ONE THOUSAND ARE FALSE.


Go fuck yourselves apologists. 

This really puts things in perspective

(via thenightcomesquick)

This is Inky Ultros Octavius (aka just Inky or Mr. Octopus). He is looking quite cute in these glasses!
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This is Inky Ultros Octavius (aka just Inky or Mr. Octopus). He is looking quite cute in these glasses!

Huh, I haven’t been here in a while.

Wonder if it’s worth coming back to. =p

Just trying out Instagram for the first time. A close up of my teddy bear, Cocoa. =) (Taken with instagram)
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Just trying out Instagram for the first time. A close up of my teddy bear, Cocoa. =) (Taken with instagram)

In my attempt to actually make stuff happen, I am officially announcing that I will be learning Spanish, Japanese, and Tagalog.

Writing will resume as well, but I’m not making any promises on that as reading (for school) and learning in general are taking up a lot of my time. I really want to promise I’ll do it on a more regular basis, but I won’t ‘til I’ve gotten into my language-learning habit. On a slightly related note, I’ve been writing in a journal each night again, so my writing habit should be able to branch off of that fact!

I was in 4th grade that year. My teacher, Mrs. Hussen, and the teacher next door, Mrs. Marshall, essentially taught our classes together, and on that day we all gathered sitting on the floor in front of the sofa where the teachers sat. The exact words are lost to memory, something like, There’s been an accident in New York, some of your parents may not be back in time to pick you up… Whether they’d failed to mention New York City specifically or if I didn’t know my dad worked in upstate New York and not the city I can’t quite remember. I recall worrying that my dad would not be able to get home. I worried, aware of the air of seriousness about my teachers’ voices, but I wouldn’t have grasped the enormity of what happened without them telling me. In my young mind, it was a matter of how bad the traffic must be if our parents might have trouble getting home. I’m not sure how long it took for the school day to end after that. I just remember that when we were dismissed that day, I saw my dad standing outside next to my mom and feeling so happy, so glad my dad was not stuck as a result of the accident that occurred that day. The image of my teachers’ smiling to see me happy to see him is in my mind, but I’m not sure now whether it’s a fabrication of how they might’ve reacted or if I’d seen him from our classroom windows before going down and seeing him. I just know in that moment, hugging my dad, the worst of that day was over for me. How I wish it were the same for everyone on 9/11, for their troubles to have been as minor as worrying about traffic keeping their parents away. 9/11, never forget. Prompt/Image: yeahwriters: Write about your memory of 9/11.
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I was in 4th grade that year. My teacher, Mrs. Hussen, and the teacher next door, Mrs. Marshall, essentially taught our classes together, and on that day we all gathered sitting on the floor in front of the sofa where the teachers sat.

The exact words are lost to memory, something like, There’s been an accident in New York, some of your parents may not be back in time to pick you up…

Whether they’d failed to mention New York City specifically or if I didn’t know my dad worked in upstate New York and not the city I can’t quite remember. I recall worrying that my dad would not be able to get home. I worried, aware of the air of seriousness about my teachers’ voices, but I wouldn’t have grasped the enormity of what happened without them telling me. In my young mind, it was a matter of how bad the traffic must be if our parents might have trouble getting home.

I’m not sure how long it took for the school day to end after that. I just remember that when we were dismissed that day, I saw my dad standing outside next to my mom and feeling so happy, so glad my dad was not stuck as a result of the accident that occurred that day. The image of my teachers’ smiling to see me happy to see him is in my mind, but I’m not sure now whether it’s a fabrication of how they might’ve reacted or if I’d seen him from our classroom windows before going down and seeing him.

I just know in that moment, hugging my dad, the worst of that day was over for me. How I wish it were the same for everyone on 9/11, for their troubles to have been as minor as worrying about traffic keeping their parents away.

9/11, never forget.

Prompt/Image:

yeahwriters:

Write about your memory of 9/11.

10 Distinctive Traits of A Writer Who Speaks From Their Heart

the-write-idea:

By Miranda Jane

  • They are aware of the world around them—the sounds, faces, colors, and smells.
  • They take joy in simplicity. A hot cup of tea, a sunny morning, or a smile from a stranger.
  • They remember that when they feel “blocked” in life or writing that this really is an opportunity to pause and think.
  • They know love is the point of it all. If you aren’t doing it for love, why are you doing it in the first place?
  • They take baby steps toward speaking from their heart. They know nothing happens overnight.
  • They are not afraid to make mistakes when trying to speak from the heart—they know nothing is ever permanent. Life constantly shifts. Writing can be revised and edited.
  • They let themselves feel whatever they are feeling and capture it in writing.
  • They don’t shy away from the truth, even if it seems black and ugly. They know that the truth can be liberating.
  • They use memories as inspiration. They stumble through their past for moments that speak to them.
  • They remember that speaking from their heart is brave, that writing is brave, and that they are brave.

I feel a lot of these points reflect on me, but not all. I don’t stop nearly as often as I should to “stop and think,” I am quite afraid of making mistakes, and I don’t believe I am brave. Then again, I’ve hardly had time to write, so I probably have little room to call myself a writer at this point. Hopefully I can change that.