APH - 101 ThingsThe following are the things that I, Thailand, will remember.APH - 101 Things4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1) I will not come to the meeting dressed up as a woman.
2) - even if it makes Hungary happy.
3) - saying Poland also does it is not a good excuse.
4) I will not splash people with water.
5) - They do not celebrate Songkran.
6) - It only makes them wet.
7) - And mad.
8) I will not punch people when they say "Thai? You mean Taiwan?"
9) - Its not polite.
10) I will not show of my Muay Thai skills.
11) - or demonstrate it on people.
12) - especially when they say all Asian martial arts are the same.
13) - Muay Thai is different.
14) I will not give spicy Thai food to people.
15) - Even though they're not really spicy.
16) - To me at least.
17) - Nor I will enjoy seeing them writhe in pain.
18) - Or take away all the available water sources.
19) - Its only amusing to me.
20) I will not become one with Russia.
21) - EVER.
22) I will not bring up the fact that I was the only Southeastern nation that was not colonized.
23) - It wou
Is it Wrong?Là nó sai mà tôi làm cho mọi người nụ cười?Is it Wrong?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Là nó sai mà tôi làm cho mọi người cười?
Hoặc là nó sai mà tôi không thể tìm thấy hạnh phúc cho người khác?
Là những gì xảy ra với mình?
Tại sao mọi người ghét tôi?
Tại sao người ta muốn nhìn thấy cái chết của tôi?
Tại sao người ta là những người bạn giả?
Filipino Identity: Part I After seeing a fellow Filipino deviant’s journal about what he saw in TV Tropes describing Filipinos' 'National Stereotypes,’ I think its time to share what I’ve learned regarding ‘Filipino Identity and Culture’ during an orientation I took for a cultural exchange trip I took a while back. During the orientation, a local anthropologist from one of the universities shared his study and knowledge about what being a Filipino is and what is their identity now.Filipino Identity: Part I11 months ago in Editorial More Like This
But, of course, one should know at least a general meaning of ‘identity’ to begin with. According to the professor we had there, “identity is a basis of selfhood and in the past, traditions have controlled the kind of person individuals should become.” Traditions are usually connected with our past; therefore he added that, since it is now modern times:
"Modernity makes identities more complex
But identity itse
Hide and SeekA drabble based off the prompt of my prior JournalHide and Seek6 months ago in Settings More Like This
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
Emiliano and Isabella trudged hurriedly and numbly through the snow, both glancing around as the wind howled, nipping their ears with cold gusts.
“Almost… there… I can see the marker James put on the tree… just a little further…”
The dust has only just begun to fall,
The wary duo broke into a desperate run, Emiliano trudging ahead and Isabella in his wake. The two sentries posted called out a warning to the two figures as they approached, pointing two rifles at them from the small stash of fire arms that their group of survivors had managed to muster up.
They stopped, their breaths white puffs in the blizzard and their throats stinging raw from the ice flurries.
“It’s me and Emiliano,” Isabella yelled up to them, trying to make her voice audible against the scream of winter. “Let us in!”
The sentries squawked i
Facts about Erika! (Plus an updated profile :3)Updated Profile:Facts about Erika! (Plus an updated profile :3)10 months ago in Settings More Like This
Denmark the 2nd
Name: Erika Densen
Birthday: November 5th
Parent(s): Mikkel Densen (Denmark), Siobhan Kelly (Ireland)
Likes: Baking/Eating pastries, hiking, sailing, cycling, modern art, soccer, music and goats.
Dislikes: Awkward situations, sitting still, not doing anything, hot weather and sour foods (like lemons).
Weight: 56 kg
Hair colour: Light brown
Eye colour: Dark blue
Languages: English, Danish, Very little Gaelic
Erika is a playful, over-dramatic, hyperactive yet friendly girl. She loves meeting new people and making new friends. She's quite friendly. She enjoys keeping herself occupied so she tends to go out a lot, if not she likes to bake at home. If she has nothing to do she'll grow restless and most likely start complaining that there's nothing to do or she's extremely bored. She is absolutely infatuated with goats. She argues that they the most beautiful creature on this earth, she states when
Vietnam Around the World Chapter 4HAHA i did say that i was going to upload it soon...Vietnam Around the World Chapter 41 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This chapter will be more emotional than funny... For me, I liked what I typed.
Everybody exited the airport and into the cold American air. England looked around and saw that they were in Washington D.C. He went pale. Germany was trying to control both Italy and France from flirting with a couple of American women, who were looking at the two with very sly and seductive looks. Japan start taking picture of everything, even though he had been there. Prussia was freezing since he was just wearing shorts and a thin T-shirt, much to Hungary's amusement. Russia was standing alone, a bit happy that the weather was at least warmer than were he lived. Switzerland was still inside, arguing with security about the 4 guns he had in his body and the 8 guns and rifle in his luggage.
" Welcome to MY WORLD! Where the people don't sleep and where your countries' food are better here! Well,
Schooltrip (GermanyXReader) RequestThird request done! This one was requested by ~ellarycelery123, I hope you enjoy!Schooltrip (GermanyXReader) Request2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another boring, education filling school trip. Again. It was like the fifth time in the past two weeks. You sighed staring out of the dusty window of the teenager-filled bus. You supposed the only good thing about it right now, was that you were sitting next to Germany. He was in deep conversation with his brother, Prussia. You didn't mind though, sitting next to him was enough to make your heart beat faster.
As you arrived at the museum you would be touring, you got an idea. Sneaking behind Germany, you clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him back behind the bus again. "___? Vhat are you-"Sssst." You told him. You pulled him down into a crouch behind the bus and waited until you could hear the voices or see the feet of your classmates anymore.
Straightening up, you grinned down at him. His blue eyes widened, realizing what you'd done. "Hey!" He stood to his full height, glaring down at yo
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
FrUK - MaybeThey were in a smooth expanse of lush green hills, water lapped down at the edge of a golden beach and squawking seagulls circled overhead. Only a faint breeze was present in the air and the gentle warmth of a summer just beginning.FrUK - Maybe3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mon chérie?" Francis Bonnefoy asked, the personification of France, just into his early adolescent years by appearance. His hair was cut longer than the other countries and his bright blue eyes sparkled with promise. Even at that age he knew he was irresistable.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, at that time just a mere infant appearance wise, scowled up at the Frenchman, his scruffy blonde hair and already thick black eyebrows giving him an aura of grumpiness.
"What now, frog?" he asked, tugging at his green cape for to be protected if the French boy decided to make any more passes at him.
France chuckled softly before pressing his fingers to his lips and then to the small boy's forehead. "Mon petit lapin..do you think.."
Innocence ClassesZack x CloudInnocence Classes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was never going to be easy teaching teenagers that were the ages of fifteen and upwards, but then again Zack had always enjoyed a bit of a challenge, in fact he found it the best form of entertainment for a teacher to have.
In his classes, Zack had noticed that there was always the same type of child in each class that he taught, though he was firmly against stereotyping, he found himself doing it on a regular basis.
For example, whenever he was stepping in for the English teacher, who was constantly ill, he had divided the class up into their social groups so that he found it easier to deal with them if they annoyed him.
He knew that as soon as the loud and obnoxious kids would sit near the back in a corner, this was obviously to try and hide the fact that they were on their mobile phones, but moving to the back actually did the opposite, it made you look even more suspicious.
Zack had noticed that whenever the girls entered the classroom, they would just sit together
Someday I'll Win - ChinaVietYou can't fool anyone.Someday I'll Win - ChinaViet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Putting up this front
As if you're happy at the world.
But I know you're out to get me.
You say you didn't steal,
Or take, or manipulate.
But I can see right through you
Even if everyone else can't.
What have I done to you?
I just wanted to be alone,
Away from you and your games.
But still you hound me endlessly.
You stalk me.
I know you're right behind
As I try to get back what's rightfully mine.
It's not yours.
Still you war with me
And even though I don't get help
I still battle on
Until I can't move forward anymore.
You may win one time,
But I'll avenge myself
And do what's right and just.
Still you'll block my path.
You stop me cold
And step in front of my way.
Before I can rebel any further
You whisper in my ear:
"Happy New Year.
Please stop fighting.
You know you can't win
So just stop. Just stop."
Tears roll down my face.
It's not grief,
Nor sadness, nor joy.
It's anger. How could you?
"Happy New Year? What's so new?
You've given me so much sorrow,
Silly Little CandleThere, the candle is litSilly Little Candle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A small flame in a darkened room
Fighting against the dusk
Of tomorrow obscurity's bloom
So minuscule, I see you
Powerless, more or less
What can you do little one?
Of that light that will soon soon
Finish its tune.
Don't be afraid, my dear
Everything is suddenly clear
So worried you are, I'll be back for you
Your flame is still bright, so is the darkness surrounding you.
It won't struggle against the time. The clock stops spinning
So lonely goes the solemn tear
I fear my light will soon soon.
Long nights, silenced dear one
Awaiting the return of one thee
Cold? How's the weather? ''Can you see clearly in the dim?''
Perhaps I could see, if only you'd let me
Am I still sane?
Can I wait for you further as my flame burns out?
Or perhaps was I meant to only be your light?
Your warmth, your way, but will you keep me?
There's only a certain amount of time that a candle can be lit
Whether it is me, little as I am, who you wa