<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799</id><updated>2012-03-15T09:39:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Thy Peace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-3331459957900694640</id><published>2011-08-03T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:02:40.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Talented People</title><content type='html'>Hello blog, long time no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are these really great videos on youtube of bands playing acoustically on Youtube called "Take Away Shows" and they are fantastic.  I love seeing bands perform like this because it shows how they are truly talented people, even without studio editing and auto tune up the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="149" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6hhE_sqJG3g?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="149" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/R781LDKOVJE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="149" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jjy2P0MSVlo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="149" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/io_pXLtY0R0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="360" height="149" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t1tbX_NJn98?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more that you can watch and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;And apart from all the wonderful tunes and incredibly talented musicians, the way these videos are filmed are very beautiful to me too.  Hope you enjoy these as much as I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-3331459957900694640?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/3331459957900694640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/08/such-talented-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/3331459957900694640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/3331459957900694640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/08/such-talented-people.html' title='Such Talented People'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6hhE_sqJG3g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-7349729008015613314</id><published>2011-05-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:54:27.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote I am Fond of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3o7XaVO8gf8/Tcn6OB5IDvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dc9kKUnwlRE/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3o7XaVO8gf8/Tcn6OB5IDvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dc9kKUnwlRE/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605286330172444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the cherry blossoms bloom, we age another year.  As we view yesterday as today, today as tomorrow, and tomorrow as the following day, we are moving forward as we look back at the important things we've obtained and lost.  But what you have lost will not disappear forever. They're carved deep into our hands, our feet, our chest, our back, and our heart. As we endure the pain, we wait for a new plant to grow, and that new plant will grow stronger and more beautiful than before."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find words that mean a lot to you in the most unexpected places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-7349729008015613314?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/7349729008015613314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/05/quote-i-am-fond-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/7349729008015613314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/7349729008015613314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/05/quote-i-am-fond-of.html' title='A Quote I am Fond of'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3o7XaVO8gf8/Tcn6OB5IDvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dc9kKUnwlRE/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-9031232391090242147</id><published>2011-05-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:28:03.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZL1-Q3ljc/TcQ9NUYm_YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQ8X9dAUnBc/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671135375261058" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7u7NWmaZsI/TcQ9Nkx2urI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xwKRBe8O-q0/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671139776117426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPc3UgboHGg/TcQ9M8u7sVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8clCf_1RjIY/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671129026441554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1ZcYAONL3k/TcQ9NEqT8GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DwzeXul5XJU/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671131154542690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlSyuhrVr5o/TcQ9MYIhz1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2OrryrbjsY/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlSyuhrVr5o/TcQ9MYIhz1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2OrryrbjsY/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603671119201685330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some photographs last night of my trip to Japan about five years ago.  Ah how I miss everything there, everything about that place, and all of my family.  It was such an eye opening trip, I can't wait until I can go back, but for now I would rather not add to the problems they're already facing there.   When I look through these photos I feel so nostalgic, it was such a nice time in my life, the perfect time to go, and though the trip was very bittersweet, filled with everything from shopping and meeting new people to visiting the hospital and grave sites, I  would never trade anything for these memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I'll go back.  I miss waking up to quiet Hiroo in the morning, or seeing the giant ferris wheel in Cosmoworld at night all lit up telling me what time it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-9031232391090242147?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/9031232391090242147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/9031232391090242147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/9031232391090242147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-times.html' title='Old Times'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JZL1-Q3ljc/TcQ9NUYm_YI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQ8X9dAUnBc/s72-c/IMG_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-9083403282481661354</id><published>2011-04-04T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T15:47:55.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First loves and close friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lately I have been reading and watching a lot of movies/comics/novels that deal with someone's first love, or friends who fall in love.  I am a big fan of stories that deal with relationships in the past, and how it changes someone's life, but the thing I love most about stories dealing with first loves and love blooming from long time friendships is the feeling of nostalgia.  There is something about them, I just love engulfing myself in nostalgic feelings.  I think it is because I, myself, have a habit of holding on to past memories, not letting them go for a very, very long time, regardless of whether that memory was happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bl artist that I like that deals with these kinds of stories, as well as other pretty heartwarming ones is Ellie Mamahara.  One comic of hers that I read really hit my heart (as cheesy as that sounds).  Her people are very awkwardly elongated and wide in the shoulder area (haha) but to me that awkwardness captures emotions well, and I really enjoy the expressions of her characters...but anyways, there was something about this story that really made me feel really nostalgic. It might have been the setting, or the fact that 2 friends, who also happened to be eachother's first loves got another chance to be with each other after so many years, that really, really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chWvZ9lRpDg/TZpIn0uOCNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/X_UI22TY-us/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-04%2Bat%2B3.28.13%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chWvZ9lRpDg/TZpIn0uOCNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/X_UI22TY-us/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-04%2Bat%2B3.28.13%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591861736338491602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good at describing feelings, or why something has touched me so much, so excuse my lack of a better description....but it just made me think about things and people in the past that I had come to like as they came and went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another thing that had made me feel rather nostalgic lately is a film called "5 Centimeters Per Second."  It's a very bittersweet story about a first love, and how not everything always works out the way you imagined it in your youth.  It ends a little bit sadly, but I loved it.  (Then again, I love depressing movies...)  Not only was the story, and the way it was played out beautiful, but the settings were absolutely breathtaking.  Everything was so gorgeous, and I admit,  it made me extremely miss the scenery in Japan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV3Uf176w98/TZpJiKw1l2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eCrlYTnzYWs/s1600/5senchi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OV3Uf176w98/TZpJiKw1l2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/eCrlYTnzYWs/s400/5senchi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591862738687465314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I apologize, I know this journal entry is rather scattered and all over the place...not quite making complete sense, but that is how my brain and all of its thoughts have been lately.  Very scattered and not making much sense ever.  But, anyways, I guess half the point of this entry was to point out how nostalgic I have been feeling lately, as well as how beautiful stories of love and friendship can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"How fast will I have to live, just to be able to see you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-9083403282481661354?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/9083403282481661354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-loves-and-close-friendships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/9083403282481661354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/9083403282481661354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-loves-and-close-friendships.html' title='First loves and close friendships'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chWvZ9lRpDg/TZpIn0uOCNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/X_UI22TY-us/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-04%2Bat%2B3.28.13%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-2291373144622446830</id><published>2011-02-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:19:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TVQo1QyLGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e6qWp2zLuBs/s1600/smile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TVQo1QyLGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e6qWp2zLuBs/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572123534467734194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched this in a little bit, sorry to those who would follow it.  I already know that I am extremely bad at keeping up with any kind of blog or website.  I have a very scattered mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be completely honest, I really do not know how to talk about my life right now.  I feel like I'm stuck in this pit of mediocre.  Nothing is going completely, and utterly wrong, though there are many changes coming about that I would rather not come to realize just yet, and nothing is going exceptionally well.  I am stuck in this little spot.  It's like running on a treadmill, I'm running and running, but I'm not getting any further and I'm not going away.   I don't know, all I feel like doing lately is sitting in bed, moping my life away haha. 本当の&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small; "&gt;引き籠もり。。。ww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;Drawing as well has been tormenting me to no end.  I cannot draw anything of variety lately, not one bit!  Everything looks very much the same, same expression, direction of face, pose, etc.  I keep trying to break out of that comfort zone, but it is so hard.  I don't know why.  I have so many ideas in my head, they just never translate to paper.  Frustratinggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other, more interesting news, in my German film and cinema class we have been watching black and white silent films, and I must say that I find them to b e extremely interesting as well as beautiful. Last night we watched The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, which is world renowned.  I loved it, so bizarre and insane, really my cup of tea haha.  The sets themselves were just amazing, I was in love!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/cabinet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/cabinet-of-dr-caligari-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful look to it.  Everything about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-2291373144622446830?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/2291373144622446830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/02/laugh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/2291373144622446830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/2291373144622446830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/02/laugh.html' title='laugh'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TVQo1QyLGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e6qWp2zLuBs/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-5682937263780427630</id><published>2011-01-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:08:09.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIrcus Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9lE2HSVhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_Te8trrYeo/s1600/pre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9lE2HSVhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_Te8trrYeo/s400/pre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561775198745810450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I decided I wanted to my make my own copyhon/copybon (aka self printed art book) and this is my test print.  Personally I like how it turned out.  Printed the cover on velum and the rest on regular paper and then put it together.  It's all a circus theme with characters based on a short story I wrote quite a while ago, but revamped.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, life wise things are pretty good. Having a few issues with family and a few issues with some friends.  I realize that I am not very good with getting super close to someone right away.  I get nervous/uncomfortable like a child.  I don't know, it bothers me that I'm like that, but at the same time it keeps my guard up, which I don't mind completely.  I DUNNOOOO I'm just very bad with people is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways (once again) this song has been really moving to me lately.  I keep listening to it on repeat over and over.  I picture myself in Paris, just waltzing carefree, happy about the world.  Ah if only that was life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="180" height="90" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zIkyw_Q_ax8" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images of Paris I have been seeing around have really been making me want to go to Europe.  And not just Paris, but Warsaw, or Rome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9pOeGp6LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fUvv8GvxrR0/s1600/tumblr_leza7i3Mje1qave07o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9pOeGp6LI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fUvv8GvxrR0/s320/tumblr_leza7i3Mje1qave07o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561779762145913010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9pODQtxrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HEo5pWkedBc/s1600/tumblr_lcfd6gws2A1qa2txho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9pODQtxrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HEo5pWkedBc/s320/tumblr_lcfd6gws2A1qa2txho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561779754940352178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deux amoureux tout étourdis par la longue nuit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Et de l'Étoile à la Concorde, un orchestre à mille cordes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tous les oiseaux du point du jour chantent l'amour&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-5682937263780427630?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/5682937263780427630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/01/circus-act.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5682937263780427630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5682937263780427630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2011/01/circus-act.html' title='CIrcus Act'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TS9lE2HSVhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x_Te8trrYeo/s72-c/pre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-1772485510565256926</id><published>2010-12-31T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:18:32.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Year I Ever Slept Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TR5fqiR3EgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bLgz_dMHNs4/s1600/sketch1-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TR5fqiR3EgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bLgz_dMHNs4/s320/sketch1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556984174582632962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Year of the Rabbit! 2011! ( I accidentally wrote 20100 at first haha)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, hope you all have a great time welcoming in the new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I will be at my parents' friend's house, sitting on a couch, most likely trying to stay awake while holding a glass of champagne in one hand. We can't all have as much fun as me now can we. Aaahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I'm not super fond of new years.  I love the tradition and comes with it (I'm half Japanese), I love the family aspect of it, and I'm amused by the fact everyone seems extremely drunk and excited and start setting off fireworks in small neighborhoods, but I don't like the thought of another year going by.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year I try to make resolutions, and every year they fail.  I'm at the point of, who gives a damn about resolutions because nothing ever changes! The past three~four years of my life all kind of mush together for me.  I dislike them very much and they are filled with a lot of things I wish to forget, but cannot because I dwell way too much, so welcoming yet another year to me is kind of like HELLO ANOTHER YEAR OF CRAP! Ah ok now I am rambling.  I'm not usually &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; negative, but when it comes to it being the last day of 2010, as I look back on the past 12 months that flashed before my eyes, I'm very not happy. hahaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also it just reminds me that I lost another year of my life that I can never get back and I will just keep getting older and there's no way to change that. lol optimism at its finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm also just being grumpy because I'm still sick after almost a week and I haven't been able to do anything fun all week because I am sick. Though it is not like I get out all that often in he first place. blah blah blah woe is me whine whine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more doodles so I'll stop talking hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TR5ineV9fXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y8ptJPlJtfc/s1600/doodles.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TR5ineV9fXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y8ptJPlJtfc/s400/doodles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556987420521364850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue one was the pose that lead to the bunny drawing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-1772485510565256926?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/1772485510565256926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst-year-i-ever-slept-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1772485510565256926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1772485510565256926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/worst-year-i-ever-slept-through.html' title='The Worst Year I Ever Slept Through'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TR5fqiR3EgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bLgz_dMHNs4/s72-c/sketch1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-3208912908129594645</id><published>2010-12-20T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:23:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancers</title><content type='html'>I have work tomorrow, but I drew some sketches of dancers that I like, so I'm making a post just to show them haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I feel rather dizzy from not getting good sleep, and I have an eight hour day ahead of me, so I should pass out now.  Sorry this post is so bland, I just like these sketches.  So terribly rusty at digital art though. I miss Paint Tool Sai /whine whine whine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQ8RcShN5RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGSqnSka3qk/s1600/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQ8RcShN5RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGSqnSka3qk/s400/dancers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552676043276281106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy? Hands? what are those things? never heard of them hur hur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by the way, here's a christmas song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat King Cole- The Christmas Song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="80" height="90" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cubgWvBfs24" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-3208912908129594645?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/3208912908129594645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/dancers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/3208912908129594645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/3208912908129594645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/dancers.html' title='Dancers'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQ8RcShN5RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CGSqnSka3qk/s72-c/dancers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-4319300722370330040</id><published>2010-12-18T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:42:13.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Me Up To Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQyNUdknCAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Btb8jneoTno/s1600/beat%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQyNUdknCAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Btb8jneoTno/s400/beat%2Bup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551967823316060162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up much later than I should be up drawing people getting their asses kicked with Eric. That was actually really entertaining hahaha. Thanks Eric for that. I'm exhausted (even though I didn't do shit today) and have work tomorrow, and yet I felt the need to update this RIGHT this instant..  This was my fave of the bunch, no matter how awkward the body looks and generic the girly boy is... hah. (if it makes it less gruesome, he's not dead....)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Finals are over and being home has its ups and downs.  To be completely honest, I wish I wasn't.  I don't really like being home haha.... I feel really caged in when I'm here.  The only good thing about it is I'm not at school.  But I  can't really say whatever I want, can't go anywhere without a ride, can't do things on a whim, etc.  At least when I'm not living at home, I have a lot more freedom, not to mention a room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm at home this is basically how I feel 24/7:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/66vzas.gif" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(holding in all anger and sadness at once lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I have no life and I do nothing.  I sit around at home. Mope around.  At least when I'm not living at home I do things. I don't know. I'm just wasting my life away pretty much. hah. fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it up, I'm always angry and unhappy recently, but things might change. I don't know, nothing seems to please me anymore.  Especially things that have to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, enough of this stupid 2am depressing rambling.  Have a great day everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*goes back to drawing beaten up people....but should prob sleep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-4319300722370330040?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/4319300722370330040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hang-me-up-to-dry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/4319300722370330040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/4319300722370330040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/hang-me-up-to-dry.html' title='Hang Me Up To Dry'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQyNUdknCAI/AAAAAAAAACs/Btb8jneoTno/s72-c/beat%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-2352108199498649370</id><published>2010-12-15T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:42:16.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQiJALoxEVI/AAAAAAAAACU/2u16sHbAdOo/s1600/hewas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQiJALoxEVI/AAAAAAAAACU/2u16sHbAdOo/s400/hewas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550837176950919506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a drawing from today that I did.  I bought a fresh new sketchbook and decided to start drawing regularly again.  Or well, as regular as /I/ can get, because god knows I'm never constant with my drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, tonight I've been reading many Oscar Wilde poems...while also watching movies off of netflix that have no relation to them whatsoever (ex: The Princess and the Frog and The Producers hahaha).  His writing is simply beautiful, I've never really taken to poetry as well as I take to his (another would be Walt Whitman). To be honest I'm not much of a poetry person usually! Here is a passage that I really took a liking to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small; color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "&gt;&lt;table align="CENTER" border="0" width="601" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet each man kills the thing he loves,&lt;br /&gt; By each let this be heard,&lt;br /&gt;Some do it with a bitter look,&lt;br /&gt; Some with a flattering word,&lt;br /&gt;The coward does it with a kiss,&lt;br /&gt; The brave man with a sword&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;          -From &lt;i&gt;The Ballad of Reading Gaol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just something to think about haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to keep my posts from being too extremely boring, here is a photo of my doggy's really cute paws when she was being a lazy bum with me on the couch the other day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/IMAG2086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUUUTE UASHFUDSHFUDSHF &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I've been writing a lot of stories lately as well, I'm just very shy about posting any kind of my writing online.  (Even as I type this I'm being extremely cautious of what I say haha.)  I really enjoy writing stories and illustrating them, but actually showing them makes me nervous.  Maybe if I write something that I am really pleased with, I'll muster up enough courage to post it on here....maybe..... Especially now that finals are over pretty much, I have time... lol ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well have a nice night everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's today's christmas song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="80" height="85"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HC2PF9r9Nhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HC2PF9r9Nhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="80" height="85"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-2352108199498649370?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/2352108199498649370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-loves-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/2352108199498649370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/2352108199498649370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-loves-me.html' title='He Loves Me'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQiJALoxEVI/AAAAAAAAACU/2u16sHbAdOo/s72-c/hewas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-5104124535650747836</id><published>2010-12-14T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:35:32.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQeXDCojFII/AAAAAAAAACM/kX4z55w9-pE/s1600/bldevotee183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQeXDCojFII/AAAAAAAAACM/kX4z55w9-pE/s400/bldevotee183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550571144259769474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQeXC1NzD4I/AAAAAAAAACE/hw7gJDPPPcs/s1600/bldevotee184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQeXC1NzD4I/AAAAAAAAACE/hw7gJDPPPcs/s400/bldevotee184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550571140657909634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These four pages from a comic called J no Subete really get me.  Nakamura Asumiko doesn't use any dialogue whatsoever, and yet I feel like her characters still have so much emotion.  I fell in love with these pages when I got to the end of volume 2.  It's haunting, especially after reading the whole first 2 volumes, but haunting in a bittersweet way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah youth~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else that uses no words is a NY Times video gallery that I discovered in class the other day.  It's called 14 Actors Acting, and it portrays the different "classic screen types."  Basically, its fourteen different actors acting without any sound, just music.  Even if you can see that they are talking, you can't hear anything, and yet you can kind of feel what they're saying because of how well they are acting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I think it's really beautiful.  If you want to see it, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/12/12/magazine/14actors.html"&gt;14 Actors Acting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also its in this gooooorgeous black and white hahaha. I really just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have 3 finals today. Whoopee.... hahaha and some other things to take care of, so I'm going to study some German right now so I don't fail. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few old sketches:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/art%20dump/header-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/art%20dump/header-2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy your day everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-5104124535650747836?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/5104124535650747836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-words.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5104124535650747836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5104124535650747836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQeXDCojFII/AAAAAAAAACM/kX4z55w9-pE/s72-c/bldevotee183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-5775011914224853694</id><published>2010-12-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:29:59.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Young Men Facing Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(if you click the images, they enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty much like the title says, here are two drawings of young men facing to the left with awkward bodies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/boy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQW9P9K4r1I/AAAAAAAAABk/oXDM-DLgZRE/s320/boy1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550050197619912530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/boy3copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQW9ca5724I/AAAAAAAAABs/lJlf_FkGtSA/s320/boy3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550050411760311170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the first sketch, I like the clothing and the face for the most part, but I can tell theres something wonky with the body going on in there haha.  My friend and I were talking about mythology, and it made me feel like drawing some kind of Roman/Greek inspired outfit/young man. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second, I just wanted to draw the boots from this one fashion show.  You can't really see it in this sketch, but they have a bunch of blossoms and roses on the front part of the boot.  His body is super crooked though, not to mention most likely out of proportion haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since this entry has the words Young Men in it, I thought I would post some fashion photos of young men that I found very appealing lately haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/candydive/men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQW9pwDbcRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_HMBmrbt3Uk/s320/men.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 117px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550050640775573778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As much as I like looking at editorials of women's fashion, lately I find myself really loving menswear.  Suits, cardigans, certain hats excluding many fedoras haha, bowties, nice pants of many styles, pointed leather lace-up shoes, etc.  There is something so appealing about it.  It looks so clean, put together, and if messy, it looks intentionally disheveled.  Something about these looks really appeal to me.  When I can put my finger on it, I'll make sure to let you know what it is haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also seeing how it's christmas time, I thought maybe I'd do something where I post a little Christmas song with almost each post I make.  Today's pick is one of my favorites: Wonderful Christmas Time by Paul McCartney.  So cute :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="180" height="85"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9BZDpni56Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9BZDpni56Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="180" height="85"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-5775011914224853694?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/5775011914224853694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-young-men-facing-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5775011914224853694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/5775011914224853694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-young-men-facing-left.html' title='Two Young Men Facing Left'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQW9P9K4r1I/AAAAAAAAABk/oXDM-DLgZRE/s72-c/boy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-1510601388722767207</id><published>2010-12-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:49:44.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early in the Morning</title><content type='html'>It's actually not  very early at all haha.I just felt like updating before having to finish things and practice a skit for German class in two hours.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQD9SSrKeFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ci9LresMVdI/s320/class%2Bdoodles.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713231612803154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, here are doodles I did recently in class lol.  Seeing how this is suppossed to be used as an art blog as well, I should probably post some art... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I watched Cider House Rules as I was falling asleep.  I really love that movie, as cheesy and begging for an oscar as it is (and even though I wish I read the book before seeing it rather than after). The time period, along with the location, makes for a gorgeous look/feel and I just love Tobey Macguire when he's not playing Spiderman hahaha.  Watching it makes me want to go to Maine, or anywhere really on the east coast that is full of trees and not in the middle of a busy city.  I feel very claustrophobic where I am.  Not many trees, hardly any green, just bleak buildings everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme from this movie is really pretty, if anyone wants to hear it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHk1P9iwOQQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHk1P9iwOQQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember in high school my best friend thought the movie was about a college frat.  Something like "Cider house RULES!!" aaaahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, back to school work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-1510601388722767207?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/1510601388722767207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1510601388722767207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1510601388722767207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-in-morning.html' title='Early in the Morning'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQD9SSrKeFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ci9LresMVdI/s72-c/class%2Bdoodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-8123014269716745281</id><published>2010-12-08T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:08:59.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQBf8HFgnII/AAAAAAAAAAw/t1qOJhDNxK8/s320/sadbird.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548540227219397762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, leave me not to pine alone and desolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No fate seemed fair as mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No happiness so great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Nature, day by day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Has sung in accents clear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This joyous roundelay &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me, he is here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fa la la la Fa la la la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves me, he is here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fa la la la Fa la la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah, must I leave thee here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In endless night to dream&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where joy is dark and drear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sorrow all supreme -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where nature, day by day, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will sing, in altered tone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This weary roundelay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves thee, he is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fa la la la Fa la la la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves thee, he is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fa la la la Fal la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-The Pirates of Penzance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(top is a drawing from a comic I would love to finish one day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-8123014269716745281?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/8123014269716745281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/8123014269716745281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/8123014269716745281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-is-gone.html' title='He is Gone'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TQBf8HFgnII/AAAAAAAAAAw/t1qOJhDNxK8/s72-c/sadbird.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-1990602030129367947</id><published>2010-12-08T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:13:33.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Death and Other Things</title><content type='html'>Today as I was working on my final self portrait project for my life drawing class, I decided I wanted to make a pained/crying expression to draw.  When I tried faking it, or making myself look like I was crying, it just didn't look genuine at all.  I couldn't draw it because there was no reality to it.  For the most part I just looked as if I was really angry about something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to watch films I knew made me cry so that it would be real.  One I decided to watch because it makes me sob every time is this one video on youtube.  It's a short documentary about an ex-convict who has a 3-legged dog that changed his life.  Tragically the dog is going to be put down, so the director filmed the man's last hours with his beloved friend.  This video just made me think of my past dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dog named Sugar who was already old when he received her.  She was a rather grumpy dog who liked to get her way.  Sugar wasn't the nicest to me, but I still loved her more than anything because she was MY dog.  My first dog, too.  That video made me think of my last hours with her.  I remember she was really sick for a while.  Her tummy got jaundiced and she bloated  up.  She could still function, but was becoming slower, and slower.  It was painful to see her rapid decline, but we didn't treat her any differently.  We still showered her with as much love as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I remember the last night with my dog.  Everything was going fine, but when Sugar went into the backyard to do her duty, she saw a cat and decided she was healthy enough to go chasing it.  She collapsed mid run.  When my mom frantically brought her back into the house, Sugar could hardly walk.  We all looked at each other sadly, all knowing that this was basically the end.  I sat all night with her.  Sugar could not walk so she we put her in a basket full of blankets to keep her warm.  She stayed with me too.  Part of me thinks she knew this was her last night with us as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly I had to go to school the next day, as much as I wanted to be with her at the end.  I broke down crying in the middle of my math class and decided to step out, and miss most of my next class as well.  I kept thinking about how one night Sugar was there with us, at the door when we come home, sat by me when I'm on the couch, or laid down relaxing in her stinky leopard print bed....and yet tonight when I got home she would no longer be there.  Its an unnerving feeling, sitting with something you know is going no longer going to be around the next day.  To sit there with her, knowing that we would have to put her down tomorrow, that we have to put her out of her misery, is a terrible thing.  It made me think, why are we the ones to decide when it's an animal's time to pass? I know she was in a great deal of pain so she must be much happier now.  Pain free and forever running around in an endless dog park somewhere, but it still just makes me wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Sugar, and I'll always remember that night.  The night I sat with her until very late so I could see her one last time as long as I possibly could.  I have a new, great, loving doggy now.  We got her a year later.  But it terrifies me to think that one day she will no longer be with me anymore.  I know we all must pass sometime, I just don't like to acknowledge that fact sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-1990602030129367947?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/1990602030129367947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-death-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1990602030129367947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1990602030129367947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-death-and-other-things.html' title='Of Death and Other Things'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193157985295310799.post-1166057024717617295</id><published>2010-12-07T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:06:24.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Meaningless Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TP7oGWG2JCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pIEnSRdO6Wk/s1600/tumblr_l943ayz3UK1qaykdco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TP7oGWG2JCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pIEnSRdO6Wk/s320/tumblr_l943ayz3UK1qaykdco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548126986678182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been dragging on lately like it usually does.  Recently I've found that final projects that I'm really dreading to turn in have been taking all of my time away from me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, between not really working on these projects and going to class/work, I've been rewatching some films that came to mind. (Most things come to mind when you're supposed to be doing something important haha)  One that I watched this past weekend was called &lt;i&gt;Wilde&lt;/i&gt;. Personally, I like this film.  I really like tragic love stories, especially those set in the 19th century.  Also, gorgeous young men like Jude Law don't hurt at all haha.  I've always been fond of Oscar Wilde, both himself as a person and his writing, which is just beautiful.  I thought Stephen Fry did a pretty good job playing the brilliant author.  Jude Law also did a good job playing the spoiled, rich lover, Lord Alfred Douglas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I am in class so I should probably stop writing.  Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193157985295310799-1166057024717617295?l=frontierheat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/feeds/1166057024717617295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-meaningless-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1166057024717617295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193157985295310799/posts/default/1166057024717617295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frontierheat.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-meaningless-post.html' title='First Meaningless Post'/><author><name>nightcircus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11279597320803869034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ0QX34cm1s/TP7oGWG2JCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/pIEnSRdO6Wk/s72-c/tumblr_l943ayz3UK1qaykdco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
