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The flood of Kakashi fanart stampeding its way into Deviantart.

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]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/17585975/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/17585975/ Sun, 30 Mar 2008 08:33:26 PDT was a pain.

I thought they'd make it happy, easy, hey, it's the last few days you're stuck with us, so we'll leave you with good memories of us!
It was more like the hell with you it's a big fraternity until the higher-ups say we can't hold you anymore!!!!~!@#$%^&*(*&^%$#!!!!

Imagine practicing going in and out, in and out of the theater repeatedly because them teachers aren't happy with when, where, and how you walk.

Imagine seven. SEVEN hours of practice practice practice practice practice practice practice just so you and all your other 499 classmates stand up at the same millisecond.

Imagine, them telling you how to kneel and bow, how to sing 'Holy, Holy, Holy Lord' as if you've never gone to church, how to stand up straight with your hands on your hips like Robocop, as if you, your friends, all five hundred people were controllable zombie minions who paid a fortune to be utilized by them teachers for entertainment.

Is this institution really teaching us the right values?
pft.

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/14823328/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/14823328/ Fri, 28 Sep 2007 06:20:21 PDT
My real name isn't Sol.
Feelings are very unreliable. They make you feel a huge burst of emotion, something uncontrollable, something that controls you. And then, it disappears. Like the sunset that paints the sky and then leaves it black. And whether you like it or not, it will never come back. But at that moment it controls you, and then you allow it to control you, life seems a joy to live.


News:
+ 1k hit! Thanks people! <3333


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Valentine's day is coming

O-O beware! BEWARE!

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/12662956/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/12662956/ Fri, 20 Apr 2007 03:09:24 PDT So I will go and get myself some comissions.
*luffs on comissions* My anti art block drug! XD

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/12220431/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/12220431/ Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:03:27 PDT I love laughing with someone I love even more.

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/11997972/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/11997972/ Mon, 12 Mar 2007 07:11:14 PDT
I've seen lots of couples hold hands in public, kiss, hug, touch, and say "I'm truly in love with you".
And then, three months later, they've broken up and are now seeing other people.
As if true love is something to be had from one person to another!
Was that really true love?

Perhaps I'm not happy with the way things are going. One-night-standers, divorces, murders, just so much unhappiness and dissatisfaction in the world. Most of them have thought that hooking up with someone is the answer to their life's meaning- their loneliness, their definition as a human being.

Who ever gave them that idea?


I do believe in true love. As long as there is true love in this world, I know there is hope for the human race.
But there's not much of it, and that's quite perplexing.

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]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10909709/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10909709/ Fri, 01 Dec 2006 06:04:54 PST But my heart doesn’t want me to do it. How would they feel? They’d be so piteous, so sad. So pathetic. I’d look into their eyes and see the deepest darkest depths of hurt. And I know I would never forget such a look for as long as I live.
I don't know. I haven't tried.
But I suppose it would be fun to try. To make the mistake so I would never be curious to know about it ever again.
If only I lived long enough to make all the mistakes I possibly can.

I like my last journal entry. I thought if I kept it up there more people would come and say, 'Whoah, it's right! This makes me see things I never saw before'. and like me. And I'd feel appreciated.
Well, not really me. They like what I say. They won't care about me.
That's why I feel a little tentative, uncertain, on putting this one up. But the other one was getting old. And this journal says some mean things. It's like changing a dove for a raven, for those who read Shakespeare.
That's one evil in my mind. Vanity. And it's precisely why I'm putting up this journal entry.

I find it extremely ironic I am telling an online journal things about myself that not even my mother knows. Why? because I know that I don't know you. I would probably never meet you. You or I would never stay together for more than five minutes' time. So I don't care what you think of me in the near future, neither will you care about what I am or what I think. In a way, I value your swift presence here, that you have come to read about my thoughts, more than I value the people around me's presence as of now. Because I know your presence is fleeting. Because I know you're not affecting my life in a proportion that I should be concerned of so far. Because I haven't taken your presence for granted. Yet.

"Everything is much more beautiful when one is doomed," -Brad Pitt as Achilles, in Troy. But the whole credit goes to the scriptwriter. I doubt Pitt has the ability to even understand what he's saying. But then, I could be wrong. I never met the guy myself. I'm hostile towards people I don't know enough about.

I make it a point never to reply to comments. I've been warned of the possible things those lowlifes on the net can do to a person. While I personally don't care because it hasn't happened to me yet, I risk another earful and losing my internet connection. I want you to know now that I like having an internet connection more than I like replying to other people. And perhaps, one day, you are one of those lowlifes, and you are targeting me now as a potential victim. And perhaps you will find out everything about me, find me as I am walking somewhere, and kill me.
I want you to know that people like you baffle me. If God knew your purpose on earth is to destroy other people's lives, why'd he let you live anyway? He could just make you drop dead and save other people's lives, but as God is as he is, he often lets us make our descisions. Well, I suppose 'suibian', you can do whatever you want. But let me warn you now that, as far as I've found, the choices I made always had a consequence. And they are often not very pleasant consequences.

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10842950/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10842950/ Sat, 25 Nov 2006 08:15:00 PST
It's really hard to actually do what one is taught to do. There's this girl in my class and she's the outcast of the outcasts. Friendless, hunches over, peers at you from squinted eyes, wears princessyfashion sense. I mean, lame princessy, as in frilly headbands and tucked-in shirts. She wears the free class shirt that was given to everyone two years ago, has every in the grade's name on it, that commemorates the graduation of a grade. In every. Single. No-Uniform day.
She even knows she's a loser and shouts "I'm a loser! I'm a DOUBLE loser!" and to prove it, she has homemade paper duncecaps that she puts on her desk for everyone to see. "Lookit me! I'm a loser!" "This week is going to suck!" "I've got a brochure on suicide prevention!" "I finally figured out the meaning to life."

She's the lepers in the bible. The piece of brocolli in a bagful of M&Ms. The Carrie of Stephen King. The person children's books refer to when they say "Little Tommy is hated by everyone and they all pick on him, but Little Harry comes and makes friend with him and all is better", without the Little Harry come to save the day.
My point of view? I'm like everyone. I bet you now you're making up a comment in your mind on how sorry you feel for her and you're going to kick me for not making friends with her. To make her life even better. Well, yes, I want to say the same thing to the other people around her. They want to say the same thing to me. Why won't any of us do it? Because the first person to do so becomes an outcast of the outcast. One in essence with her. Who wants to do that when the very meaning of life of people these days is to be with the In-crowd?
If she commits suicide, and there's a fair chance she will, I bet everyone in the whole grade is going to stand by her funeral. They'll all say that they felt sorry for her. That they knew she was a los-...an anti-social person. We would all offer candles, with heaviness in our hearts and a guilt that sits down on the bottom of the ocean. We could have helped her. We could have done something. We could have been her friend and stopped this from happening. We could have. But we didn't. Because we're all cowards.

For the record, yes, I felt sorry enough for her to talk to her. And I do. And I did. I want you to know it's hard to make friends with a person who the first thing they say to you is, "I'm a loser! HAHAHA!".

Eventually, she avoided me.
When I came down walking the hallway, she turned and hid by the stairs. She thought I didn't see her. But I saw her, and pretended I didn't. I just kept walking.

Weeks later, I tell someone about all this. I was told, "Some people feel happy being unhappy. You should just leave them alone."
Well then, that's exactly what I'm gonna do. I felt like a reject being rejected by a reject. If she doesn't want my friendship, then I hate myself for feeling sorry for her. So I'm outta there.

The whole point of this is, people learn nothing from children's books because it's filled with people's idealism on how they think society should be. It's made by people who always had friends, who reads too many self-help books and gossip magazines. It's made by people who never were in a five-feet radius of the poor, darling, friendless outcasts they save in their stories. Reality is different from the utopia we all wish was true.

]]> ~solsanches http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10806974/ http://solsanches.deviantart.com/journal/10806974/ Wed, 22 Nov 2006 02:25:37 PST Must. Find. Romeo and Juliet poses for next drawing.

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