/ 12:03 AM

And... here's... another! Another book recommendation, I mean..^-^ A fascinating graphic novel.. By Neil Gaiman and a grp of others, I think.. It's entitled "Death: The Cost of Living".. You shld just see how Death is personnified in the Sandman series.. Not the typical hooded Grim Reaper who carries a scythe.. In the Sandman series, Death is personnified as a woman! That's right.. Noone can say if Death is a 'he' or a 'she'.. That's probably why most of the time, Death is imagined to be an 'it', for example, a mere skeleton.. It's also possible that Death is not a being at all.. Anyway! I'll just go search for a picture of the Death character in the Sandman series..

Here it is!



Pretty cool huh?

Now, I'll give you an extract of the intro of the graphic novel, which is written by Tori Amos, the one who wrote and sang originally that Sun Yan Zi's song "Silent All These Years", you know?

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"I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and if you allowed yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore."

- From Intro of "Death: The High Cost of Living", written by Tori Amos

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[ And here's an extract from the beginning of this graphic novel.. A suicide note of one male teenager character in this graphic novel.. It's a nice beginning in the sense that it works in getting one interested =) ]

My name is Sexton Furnival, but I'm pretty much used to it by now, and this is the last thing I'm ever going to write.
This is because there's no point to anything, and I've thought about this hard and long.
Okay, I figure. I'm mature. I know my own mind.
I'm sixteen - almost sixteen and a half. And what have I got to show for it?
For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with.
To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared, so when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love.
Second, I don't have anybody I hate.
I mean, I know a hell of a lot of assholes. But that's all they are. Assholes.
There's noone I know who's evil.
I mean, in books and movies you get the bad guy, and you know immediatedly who the bad guy is because, well, he's bad. And you've got the good guy and it doesn't matter what he goes through, he knows who the bad guy is.
Well, you may not think this stuff is very interesting, or a reason to end it all, or anything, but you're wrong.
Well, maybe not wrong about it not being interesting, but you're wrong about it not being a good reason for checking out early.
I mean, there's no point to anything.
And if there's no point, you might as well be dead.
It's not as if anybody's going to give two shits.
Look, Sylvia, when you read this, I'm not really saying that you've been a bad mother. But I'm not saying you've been a particularly good one.
Let's leave it at that.
And, look, don't blame it all on Steve either. He's not been much of a father. I mean, he's still an asshole, but I expect that just goes with being a lawyer.
Last time I saw him he told me this joke.
"What's the difference between a lawyer and a herring?"
"I don't know, Dad."
"One's wet and slimy and it stinks-- and the other one's a herring!"
No, I didn't laugh either.
Steve is actually pretty slimy. I mean, he's a Hollywood showbiz lawyer, and he's got a girlfriend about my age, and he's rich and, actually, now I come to think of it, my father is the best argument against material success I know.
Another good reason to forget about living.
I read somewhere that suicide notes are a cry for help. Well, not this one.
This one's a statement of belief. Or of disbelief. Because there's nothing in the way of adult bullshit I do believe.
Which is another thing I'm different from my mom on, because she believes in everything. I mean, it changes every week, but I figure by now she must have believed in everything.

[ And then the story is such that this teenage guy gets interrupted while he's typing this suicide note of his, then he just saves it in his computer, and goes out for a walk. Next, he meets Death as personnified. And quite an adventure ensues.. It's a graphic novel of the fantasy genre, as you know.. I'll leave it to you to find out how the adventure is like.. Quite a worthy read.. FYI, I borrowed it from the National Library! :) ]

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[ One more extract here - from the same graphic novel. This barsinger sings the following song.. Pretty original lyrics yeah ]

My name is Judy and I died
On a bad day in eighty nine
And I've come back to see you girl
To talk about old times
It's been awhile, but you're looking good,
Let's sit and drink some wine.

And I wondered what you were doing tonight
In my cold place underneath the world
And there's worms inside my eyes
And my bones are getting dry
But I still love you girl

Well tomorrow I'll sleep
In the ground again
But tonight I'll sleep with you
I've missed your lips and tongue
And touch, so much
Say you missed me too
In the dark I kissed you girl
I wonder if you knew

I wonder what you're doing tonight
In my cold place underneath the world
I don't breathe or sleep
I can't even spit or weep
But I still love you girl.

I wrote you a letter,
Girl, on the day I checked out
Said I hurt you 'cos I loved you. Was I wrong?
And the seasons turn and the years go by
But the dark continues on.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
In the morning I'll be gone.

And I wonder what you're doing tonight.

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That's it for now!

write about yourself here like how you lived through a crisis like the morrocian crisis. erps, have you studied about that before and about your test, how easy it is and how much confidence you have to pass and get all A1s for all subjects, add in your own wish here, and what you would do if target is not reached, like slash your wrist, eat many many painkiller pills at one shot and die. lol it's suicidal thoughts. stay away from that. but you need to enter a reality, everyone's doing that- it's the trend, so why not follow it. unless you want to be an odd one out. cause slashing wrist is soo common in girls school not in boys school. boys suicide, just like die gracefully from 30th storey, just look on the bright side, maybe you have lived in a lie too long and so you have found out the turth now, just think. optimist wins. you have entered into a world of reality



We know life's hard, truth is hard, lies are hard, they are all hard to accept when they have been found out, and i'm rushing history homework on the Abyissian Crisis about Italy and Abyssia going into war and that the League Of Nations cannot stop this from happening, and beacuse they are formed by means to stop war and peace-keep the countries together, they have thus failed to achieve that. I think i tend to hold a class for history instead of telling you about me, i'm basically a what subject-realted lover (humanities) and thus I am more analytical and critical about things, and likes to study about dead people, haha. lol. it's history what can you expect and also geography, it amazes me. I really like it alot, so what have you? Again to find this answer you need to enter into your own reality and reflect




it's amazing. amzing how people change the way of things, like how I used to hate outdoors in Band felt it was a complete waste of time, i've acquired to like it more, i guess people change, their thereotical means and applications in life just goes on into a new direction, and see things in another perspective, i guess- it's all in the mind. It really amazes me how these comes into action, from someone so pessimistic has changed his own view of things, and thus my friend is scoring much better, being more optimisitc and not think of his old way of suicidal thoughts, which are pretty daunting. and thus we need to see things, in another light, another perspective and another new way, to enable us to open up our minds, and make more new things, the new way it is. done with the old back with the new

i've hiatus-ed.

/ 12:03 AM

And... here's... another! Another book recommendation, I mean..^-^ A fascinating graphic novel.. By Neil Gaiman and a grp of others, I think.. It's entitled "Death: The Cost of Living".. You shld just see how Death is personnified in the Sandman series.. Not the typical hooded Grim Reaper who carries a scythe.. In the Sandman series, Death is personnified as a woman! That's right.. Noone can say if Death is a 'he' or a 'she'.. That's probably why most of the time, Death is imagined to be an 'it', for example, a mere skeleton.. It's also possible that Death is not a being at all.. Anyway! I'll just go search for a picture of the Death character in the Sandman series..

Here it is!



Pretty cool huh?

Now, I'll give you an extract of the intro of the graphic novel, which is written by Tori Amos, the one who wrote and sang originally that Sun Yan Zi's song "Silent All These Years", you know?

-----

"I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and if you allowed yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore."

- From Intro of "Death: The High Cost of Living", written by Tori Amos

-----

[ And here's an extract from the beginning of this graphic novel.. A suicide note of one male teenager character in this graphic novel.. It's a nice beginning in the sense that it works in getting one interested =) ]

My name is Sexton Furnival, but I'm pretty much used to it by now, and this is the last thing I'm ever going to write.
This is because there's no point to anything, and I've thought about this hard and long.
Okay, I figure. I'm mature. I know my own mind.
I'm sixteen - almost sixteen and a half. And what have I got to show for it?
For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with.
To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared, so when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love.
Second, I don't have anybody I hate.
I mean, I know a hell of a lot of assholes. But that's all they are. Assholes.
There's noone I know who's evil.
I mean, in books and movies you get the bad guy, and you know immediatedly who the bad guy is because, well, he's bad. And you've got the good guy and it doesn't matter what he goes through, he knows who the bad guy is.
Well, you may not think this stuff is very interesting, or a reason to end it all, or anything, but you're wrong.
Well, maybe not wrong about it not being interesting, but you're wrong about it not being a good reason for checking out early.
I mean, there's no point to anything.
And if there's no point, you might as well be dead.
It's not as if anybody's going to give two shits.
Look, Sylvia, when you read this, I'm not really saying that you've been a bad mother. But I'm not saying you've been a particularly good one.
Let's leave it at that.
And, look, don't blame it all on Steve either. He's not been much of a father. I mean, he's still an asshole, but I expect that just goes with being a lawyer.
Last time I saw him he told me this joke.
"What's the difference between a lawyer and a herring?"
"I don't know, Dad."
"One's wet and slimy and it stinks-- and the other one's a herring!"
No, I didn't laugh either.
Steve is actually pretty slimy. I mean, he's a Hollywood showbiz lawyer, and he's got a girlfriend about my age, and he's rich and, actually, now I come to think of it, my father is the best argument against material success I know.
Another good reason to forget about living.
I read somewhere that suicide notes are a cry for help. Well, not this one.
This one's a statement of belief. Or of disbelief. Because there's nothing in the way of adult bullshit I do believe.
Which is another thing I'm different from my mom on, because she believes in everything. I mean, it changes every week, but I figure by now she must have believed in everything.

[ And then the story is such that this teenage guy gets interrupted while he's typing this suicide note of his, then he just saves it in his computer, and goes out for a walk. Next, he meets Death as personnified. And quite an adventure ensues.. It's a graphic novel of the fantasy genre, as you know.. I'll leave it to you to find out how the adventure is like.. Quite a worthy read.. FYI, I borrowed it from the National Library! :) ]

-----

[ One more extract here - from the same graphic novel. This barsinger sings the following song.. Pretty original lyrics yeah ]

My name is Judy and I died
On a bad day in eighty nine
And I've come back to see you girl
To talk about old times
It's been awhile, but you're looking good,
Let's sit and drink some wine.

And I wondered what you were doing tonight
In my cold place underneath the world
And there's worms inside my eyes
And my bones are getting dry
But I still love you girl

Well tomorrow I'll sleep
In the ground again
But tonight I'll sleep with you
I've missed your lips and tongue
And touch, so much
Say you missed me too
In the dark I kissed you girl
I wonder if you knew

I wonder what you're doing tonight
In my cold place underneath the world
I don't breathe or sleep
I can't even spit or weep
But I still love you girl.

I wrote you a letter,
Girl, on the day I checked out
Said I hurt you 'cos I loved you. Was I wrong?
And the seasons turn and the years go by
But the dark continues on.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
In the morning I'll be gone.

And I wonder what you're doing tonight.

-----

That's it for now!