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Japanese Lesson 5-1: The Dinner TableJapanese Lesson 5-1 (日本レッソン5-1: The Dinner Table (食卓))Japanese Lesson 5-1: The Dinner Table2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Ready to spend the Thanksgiving time with your family? Here are some vocabulary you can use to impress your family.
始めましょう。(Let's begin.)
Dining Utensils (食器道具)
1. フォーク (fo~ku): fork
2. スプーン (supu~nn): spoon
3. 手拭き (tefuki): napkin
4. テーブル (te~buru): table
5. コップ (koppu): cup
6. ナイフ (naifu): knife
7.
The "Other" Planes pt 1 It's been quite the while since you've come for a tale of the "Hatters". However, much as a Hatter always returns for another dose of time, you come for another dose of insanity at it's finest. Today's tale, however, will not be of any mere day within the outer boarders of the Clockwork Cities. Rather, today's tale will not only be on a Holiday; it will also be a marking point, of which reveals another clue to Bi-trixial's still mysterious nature. Most would say what you see is what you get, when you socialize with the time-obsessed wolf; I, however, know much different.The "Other" Planes pt 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bi-trixial will tell you directly what he represent
The Queen of HeartsYou sing to me with empty wordsThe Queen of Hearts2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Upon the throne in which I burn
Now as I lay thee down to rest
Never shall I soon forget
Masking darkness as the cure
With tempting thoughts that seem so pure
Please forgive my selfish ways
Indulgence left me in a haze
I am my own worst enemy
Torn at the seams of misery
Pierce my soul and hold my tongue
Affection coddled by a gun
I am a fraud, I live a lie
Traveling in a disguise
I see the world through diamond eyes
Yet the demons never seem to die
I Am The SunI am the painI Am The Sun2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
That swallows you whole
They supposedly set you free
But I'll make you pay the toll
I am a bright light
But I cast a dark shadow
I am a hero
Yet a coward so shallow
I am the butterfly
Who saves you from harm
They say I don't work
But keep your eyes on the stars!
I am the mask
Who keeps your dark secret
But I'll turn on you one day
It's far too hard to keep it!
I am The Bright Side
Whom everyone tells you to face
And I am your dark memories
That from your mind, you can't erase!
I am the Sun
Keep your eyes fixed on me
For it will be only then
Your eyes truly see.
PC: Initiation - Part 1Never pretend to love, when you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command. – Alan WattsPC: Initiation - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suzuki Hotaru stood before a group of local thieves, stopping them in their tracks. They didn't seem to fear her, though, as they took out their weapons and attacked her without mercy. But instead, of losing her cool, Hotaru remained calm as she took down the thieves one by one.
She had no idea that she was being watched. By two Akatsuki members, Akasuna no Sasori and Iwagakure no Deidara, no doubt. They had been sent to find a Jinchuuriki but soon caught sight of her. ...At least Sasori did.
Once the job was done, Hotaru tied up the un
Lillian's Hatter Halloween P3 The day's sun began to sink behind the trees, in which Bi-trixial's workshop resides. Fortunate for her, she's wandered into the forest enough to know how to get to the humble abode with little to no difficulty. Lighting had always been a problem, as the lush vegetation and the canopy of trees block most of what light does peek through. At this hour, it had been most dangerous to travel in here alone, as Bi-trixial will prank anyone going into HIS woods, at such an hour.Lillian's Hatter Halloween P33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sliding between trees was common, due to the main path along the floor having sudden pits and running across snak
Lillian's Hatter Halloween P1 It's been two months now since the young Lillian had taken refugee inside of Batten's home. The adjustments had been awkward, at best. Naturally, she had assumed that she could bring her own furniture and mix what she had with his. However, this was not the case; Batten made it very clear nothing of his goes, as quite a bit had been hand made by himself, or gotten in areas no longer accessible, or existing even. From the self-crafted table in the shape of his own face (which I like to call a "Vainty" table,) to the paintings of his outfit, made by the cat Anthro's of the planet Charlor, it would all stay.Lillian's Hatter Halloween P13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rather, with the
Only The Clouds ListeningAs Darkness Fell,Only The Clouds Listening3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I shared a Dream with You.
A Lonely Hearts Home,
The Skies Today.
The Clouds were Singing Songs,
Of Fear and Loss and Loneliness.
They Were the Only Ones Listening,
To my Thoughts Calling your Name.
Like a Craft in the Waters,
Time is Passing us By.
Never Expecting This,
Only The Clouds Listening..
(c) KJAretxabaleta 2010. All Rights Reserved.
So Near Yet So Far..The Void of My Heart Within,So Near Yet So Far..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Likened Unto, Raging Winds;
Blowing Fiercely,
Between The Earth and the Heavens.
In this Void, The Seen and Unseen,
What is Right and Forbidden.
They Have all Been a Part of my Being,
From These Things, I Await to be Ridden.
To Drift into Darkness on the Winds of Peace..
No more Secrets,
No more Griefs,
No more Lies,
No more Pain when I Die.
So Near Yet So Far...
(c) KJAretxabaleta 2010. All Rights Reserved.
Bi-Trixial Ranting, OneYou couldn't precisely acclaim me to one exact description. Nor could you try and situate me into one time or one group.Bi-Trixial Ranting, One4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I should know; I try fruitlessly, in which that very succulent fruit, so very ripe with the knowledge I lust for, is out of reach.
Reaching for such a goal would be equivalent to reaching for the stars; even if you did make it, you'd melt your paw clean off from the intense heat.
Yet that hasn’t stopped me; for me, knowing I'd even get close enough to lose a ligament of my very body would make my studies and life worthwhile. However...what do I know? I'm mad. Not in the aptitude of anger and frustration, but more of
Chaos.Parallel lives,Chaos.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like yin and yang.
Fated to cross,
On one destined night.
Turmoil ensues,
Lightning summoned.
Thunder storms the night,
Unparalleled evermore.
Nothing to see anymoreHe’s laying in the rain hoping for someone to see. Its cold and dark and his breaths are slowing down. The hallowed chills are coming to a stop leaving everything numb. His dream glazed eyes watching the breaths closely as if they would be his last. He screams so loud, but falls on deaf ears as they walk by without a second glace, continuing on their vain and worthless lives. His salted tears pooling on his cheek mixing with hot blood. Finally he’s unable to move and his eyes close shut.Nothing to see anymore5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Breathing stops.
Another victim dies.
---Desiree Eaton
Grellism1. Red must be worn in some fashion at least five times a weekGrellism2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Accept, even if not support, all Grell pairings.
3. Glasses are optional, though preferred
4. Respect the chainsaw.
5. At least know some of William Shakespeare's work, even if it's only a couple lines
6. Alliance with "Yaoism" is a must
7. Practice your "Cheshire Cat" smile
8. Don't forget to add "DEATH~" at the end of your sentences randomly
9. When referring to Grell: male is acceptable, female is preferable, and "it" or "that" is insulting. Adding "-sama" earns you death-points*
10. Whether it's Grell Sutcliff, Grelle Sutcliffe, or Gureru Satokurifu, it's always a
Girl of DeathGirl of deathGirl of Death2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With the skin of lace,
Will you lie with me?
In my final resting place.
Your fingers on mine,
Your lips as well.
Be my drop of poison,
In this burning Hell.
Girl of death
With eyes of black,
Look with me,
On the joy we lack.
Watch with me,
Look at their empty souls,
With their hearts,
As dark as coals.
Girl of death
With blood of stone,
Does it really hurt,
To be so alone
I'm here with you
No matter the pain,
We shall join our hands
Together in this forgotten land.
The Vampire King Part oneAnguish resonated through my being as I watched her life slowly pass from her eyes. The pain was beyond that which I could perceive and so I felt no more in that moment. I lifted my eyes to the gallant hero who stood with sword in hand and halo overhead. His face placid and cold like the body of the maiden who would never again smile, never again laugh. A spike of emotion ripped the shield of my heart and surprised me with its force. Tears came without warning, despair, sorrow and rage waged a war within my soul for dominance. All the coldness in my heart had melted away in her arms and now I would have to know that coldness again... forever.The Vampire King Part one3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Dear PlayStationThe Dear PlayStation2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mobis New Nest (Video Game Addict and Virgin): Dear PlayStation, me and my friends are debating what the best console is between Wii, XBOX360 and PlayStation 3
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): *Wearing a T-Shirt that reads 'Wii Hate XBOX360 and NINTENDO WII' You and your geek friends really need to get a life and to answer your rhetorical question of course it's the PS3. Excuse me a second *Takes a sledgehammer and smashes a Nintendo Wii console on the floor*
Mobis New Nest: Don't you think that's bias?
Kevin Butler (PlayStation 3 Fanatic/Extremist): * Kevin Butler is standing with his back to you while urinating on an XB
the dreamerDo you remember the days when you scooped me up and I thrived in your sand-grain pores? It was autumn then, the leaves were too crisp and red back then, and you know how terrified of fire I was. In the summers I turned into burning coal and cracking volcano shells, and in the winter I would be blown away in the wind, acrobatic summersaults until I became another piece of hail in an ice storm.the dreamer5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But the hail is beginning to thaw and soak sweetly in the swelling ground. The mud will spring grass and flowers and forests will grow before my eyes. I’m still a naive fledgling but you have your own freedom to chase after. I’m the flower und
Behold My DemiseBehold My Demise (Lilith's End)Behold My Demise2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Deceive your eyes- the stars in the sky… all blind.
The silence of your darkness, I behold
as the blackened heavens burn and fold;
ruined by Samael's lies... in your holy light.
In the shadows, I wait and hide,
while golden tears spill from my eyes,
I've asked the gray Serpent, "Why,
have we been forever denied?"
The ashes of the Sun descend
upon your Holy Kingdom burnt to death,
yet you pretend… and untruly condemn.
I have been aggrieved till my last breath,
I have suffered too long to not lament...
the final hours of the last amaranth.
Honest to myselfLies are full of stones,Honest to myself2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And tears full of grace.
Both are filled with shame,
As they fall upon my face.
If my heart was a wooden box,
For you to peer inside.
I'd lock it all away,
Afraid, of what you'd find.
If my love for you were a bird,
I'd let it fly away.
And with a twinkle in my eye,
I'd simply, wait .
If my pain were music,
I'd write it in a song.
The tragic story I would tell,
Is that I had you all along...
Warnings were given,
Limits had been set.
But, I didn't listen.
And for that, I regret.
AheadAhead3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The bridge behind is old and rotten
And parts of it are long forgotten
The timber breaks and falls away
Claimed below by ocean spray
What remains is warped and broken
and lies in wait to be awoken
with every step you take along
you give it power to belong
Ingrained in it and now in you
It sticks there in your mind like glue
A splinter sitting in your brain
it takes absurd and makes it sane
So now to walk this ruined link
Is to enter a dark place to think
And to the rocks below you call
Not to break you if you fall
Instead you should make it change
Take it down and rearrange
So that it points you the true way
Away from ni
In My UtopiaThe Dreams I Borrow,In My Utopia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leave Me Oblivious of Today.
Looking in the Tomorrow,
Of My Yesterday.
Exalting the Euphoria,
Bliss, Forever Portrayed;
In My Utopia..
(c) KJAretxabaleta 2010. All Rights Reserved.
Bitrixial's Long Day Part 2 "...before me stands the mansion of that Green rabbit; the building is easily four stories high, with it's exterior shades of black and green. Each window is in the shape of a dollar sign, while the front door's are decorated to resemble credit cards. Based on the building itself, I can CLEARLY tell that this character must love money, and therefore, uses his home to project such feelings. I personally couldn't care for an inanimate object; not when my HAT was still missing.Bitrixial's Long Day Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Now, if my studies are correct....which they always are...each window and side entrance is rigged with a trap of sort. I could dig under, or use a p
Bitrixial's Long Day Part 1 "I'm not convinced this device is functioning...I'm not one for the recording of documentation by means of speakers and wires. In fact, most cases, I much prefer use Mercury, absorbed into a quill feather, to brandish writing onto parchment. Today, however, I have little to no choice; I'm moving far too much to sit down and fancy myself to a drink while writing of my findings. At the very moment, a part of me fears reality; the other part is tickled pink...and I HATE pink....Bitrixial's Long Day Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"To obfuscate why this is being vocally recorded, I will reiterate the previous hours' occurrences; There's not a single soul around. None. Not a on
PC: Initiation - Part 2"Love is the big booming beat, which covers up the noise of hate." – Margaret ChoPC: Initiation - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Opening her eyes, Hotaru awoke to the sounds of bickering on her right. She lifted her head to see Deidara glaring at the redhead that held her.
"You're wrong, Danna! Art is transient! There's no way that anyone would accept such a stupid theory."
Sasori glared back at the blonde. "Art is everlasting," he answered. "If you call yourself a true artist, then you should know that most people prefer to preserve it rather than destroy it."
Deidara growled at his master. "What? You can't be serious! Art is fleeting!"
"And I say it's everlasting."
"Fleeting!
Sta.sh
