#-ment busses

[henreyettah]

today for art class almost all of the students are here, which is GREAT because last time less than half were in attendance, but also bad because that meant I had to introduce the assignment again. Tried a more informal way of doing it this time around, without the pp I had the first time around, and used the whiteboard instead to make a list of stuff they need to include and drew some doodle samples of how the finished thing could look! Seems to have worked fine, plus it means I can easily tell late students what to do since it’s all Right There.

These students have chosen art as their elective course (this is a social studies, science and economics specific school) so they actually want to be here and are excited about the stuff! It’s fun to teach them!

[everythingbap]

📰📸 KAvenyou: Bang Yongguk brought his « III Europe Tour » to Paris–like his 3rd EP, it also marked his third solo concert in the French capital. A/N: posted on 241102

October, 16th, Bang Yongguk brought his « III Europe Tour » to Paris.

III. Like « 3 », the artist’s 3rd EP. It also marks his 3rd solo concert in the french capital. The title of both the EP and tour may seem almost simple at first. But it is straightforward and honest, quite to Yongguk’s image.  

Holding a concert on a weekday can be quite a challenge, as fans may be busy with school and / or work. However, a Bang Yongguk concert his someting his fans wouldn’t miss for sure. So they gathered at Cabaret Sauvage, a venue designed to remind us of a circus.

At first, a DJ, hypes the audience up by playing current international hit songs. He’ll also accompany the whole set of Bang Yongguk, regularly engaging with Yongguk’s fans as well.

When Yongguk appears on the stage, he’s sporting an all-white outfit and curly hair. The artist is all smiles and appears confident under the (mostly) red and blue spotlights.

When he sings « I remember » – both as a part of the main track list and as the encore song – we can feel the whole audience’s special affection for the song that has allowed many to discover Bang Yongguk. However it’s not the only song that’s so obviously a fans’ favorite. Songs like « Xie Xie » or  YAMAZAKI» have the audience screeming the lyrics right back at Yongguk. « BUSS IT DOWN» « IXLU » or « MOVIMIENTO» have fans dancing on the spot.

The songs « Up » or «BAD» have Yongguk acting more playful on stage. And when a song includes the lyrics « I Love You », he points at the crowd with his warm smile. Fans quickly follow his lead and also make sure to deliver the sentence at him.

During his ments, Yongguk makes sure to clearly let this love be felt. He mentions how he had a busy year and refers to his group activities under the nameBANG&JUNG&YOO&MOON. Of course, the fans already know about it and were over the moon when Yongguk said he hopes to come back with the group. When he sang the chorus of «ONE SHOT», a few whistles, previously silent, could be heard among the crowd. If needed, they prove that  Babyz are always ready to show support to the group as well.

A loyalty that Yongguk seems genuinely thankful for. He used english to thank fans from being by his side since a long time ago, and singing along with him ever since then. He adds « Thank you for being a part of my youth. I love you and respect you all ». A sentence all the more touching that it’s usually fans who’ll thank an artist for being a part of their youth.

As KAvenyou had the opportunity to cover all Yongguk’s solo concert in Paris thanks to Root Company and YY Entertainment, each concert feels like witnessing a new growth of Yongguk as an artist. Each time, he feels more confident and more at ease on stage. Leaving the venue, we’re confident Yongguk will get to sing in front of his fans for a very long time still.

[444names]

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[thedaveandkimmershow]

Well, there you go.

Fall.

After four years living down in Seattle, we arrived back here at the top of June. Sunny weather. Warm temps. We all got used to the summer vibe. I got used to the summer's day commutes. Riding those double decker busses on the upper level surrounded by bright sunlight. Sitting on a bench at the light rail platform, reading a book, right o. The edge of direct sunlight. Downtown taking lots of photographs because everything looks better in sunlight. And then everywhere else I either walked or waited for the bus, there I was, taking pictures.

June was like that.

July was like that.

And there I was, getting used to it.

And then August. Which was fine until it wasn't. Which was fine until the summer sun seemed to lose steam, giving way to clouds and grey and rain.

So about halfway into August?

Yeah. Fall.

Stone Cold Fall.

We've been back for three months so far. And today was actually the first day we walked out our front door for a neighborhood walk. We had an agenda, of course, some houses, some properties we wished to see. Houses and properties we'd seen before we moved to Seattle... and we wanted to know how they turned out.

It was definitely an interesting experience. We'd done this walk before more than four years ago. But, much like memory does, we had a picture in our minds of everything we'd seen before, a picture that was extremely sensitive to what came to be: the present form of those houses and properties. We noticed everything that was different. Every remodel. Every new home. And also the homes that were no longer there.

The biggest things we were looking for had actually gotten worse. Had been leveled or overgrown.

We spoke with someone in the neighborhood who was walking their dog, Indecision.

Actually, that wasn't her name. That's just how her owner characterized her.

Indecision.

A beautiful, female beagle.

We got to talking for a while whilst the beagle tried pulling her leash this way and that. Both the conversation and then entirety of the walk reminded us of how open people are to talk about the places they live. We were reminded of all the people we'd spoken with across the years, across a multitude of walks. We seemed to actually remember almost the exact spot we'd spoken with each of them... which I didn't know until right then.

Swear I didn't.

So it wasn't Summer. It was Fall. A disappoint ment, that. But the walk itself was a kind of Memory Lane experience. Almost literally.

It was a bit of remembering places, remembering people. Talking to neighbors from other neighborhoods and paying specific attention to this place we live and the places nearby.

Just another thing that makes the world even smaller.

🙂

[cupidreamexe]

i hope all restaurant bussers have a very nice evening

same goes for everyone who stacks their dishes in a neat and orderly fashion and doesnt leave junk all over the table

[ordonianhero]

Spring time shenanigans

Rated: T-for teen (pg-13)

(Fluff and humor)

About: The lad after a long treck, come upon a lake and set up camp and have some fun.

Notes: if the way I write bothers you, feel free to avoid reading this. I have a learning disability and so writing isn’t easy. If you like this story or any of the writings, feel free to do artwork for it. I would be honored to see what parts of my stories inspire people to art from. Enjoy.

The warm spring air waft by the hero’s as they were making their way up a trail. Though they were being shaded by trees, the the temperature still was effecting them. The followed a long climb if rocky switch backs, then down hill with a few meow switch backs. Crossing a few streams along the way. The trickling sounds of water over rocks. The buzzing of bugs in the area, which resulted in a few humorous moments of The captain swatting away at a Beetle that had taken fancy of him. There were also other sounds, such as birds flittering about. The trail then made a dip into a canyon which felt much cooler then where they were being swamped by the warm air. Cooling the sweat from all the climbing they had done. Then another bend in the trail up some more switch backing upward. Causing a few of the group to groan.

“Who ever made this trail, clearly made it a nightmare. Why so many switch backs?” Griped legend.

Four stumbled a bit before Hyrule caught him from falling. “Well switch backs usually are ment to be a good thing, imagine just hiking straight up all the time without a resting spot.” Hyrule stated, easing Four back to his footing. Warriors swatting another beetle that started following him. “Screw the switch backs, how bout the damn beetles buzzing about me.” Time just chuckled and paused. “Could be worst Captain. Could be a kissing bug.”

“At this moment all bugs are my nemesis.” Cursed Warriors. Twilight came up behind Warriors and capturing the beetle in the bottle. “There, beetle gone. Saving this for Agitha, a girl back home who like her bugs. Infact she has tea parties for them.”

“Tea Party for bugs? How odd.” Chirped the young Sailor.

“Well she’s 13 years old. Guess its her thing. Who am I to judge.” Chuckled Twilight, eyeing the beetle that is angrily beating it self against the bottle, before settling down.

The group pushed on, after the short rest. Wind was suddenly finding he was stumbling from the climb. Warriors doing his best to help keep him up right. They had come out of the deep woodland canyon to be surrounded by tall lush grass and few trees around them, with a stream running along them. Till they finally reach the top of the trail to a lake. Surrounded by the mountains and woodlands. The lake water so clear you could see the rocks and the deeper it go it was a crystal blue. A beautiful sight to see. They all stood there looking at the beauty before them. In the water you can see fish swimming about catching the little insects bussing the top the water.

“Sweet hylia, what a sight to behold.” Whistled Sky.

“I suggest we make camp here.” Their leader said. Everyone nodded or hummed in agreement. Which then each the group did their part in setting camp up. Setting up a place for fire, putting aside their weapons and gear. Twilight going about taking the gear off Epona, feeding her. Then while she ate, he went about removing his boots and tunic. Before leading her to a shallow part of the lake to allow her to drink. Wading into the cold water. He let out a shiver,shaking a bit. Epona though took great pleasure of being in the water and using her hoof to splash a bit. Twilight holding up her hand as she snorted and whinnied in pure happiness. The group all laughed. “Okay, okay, enough of that girl.” Twilight chuckled at her. She snorted and nuzzled his head before leaning down to drink some water. Twilight let go of her lead, before backing more into deeper water and leaning back into the water. Resting on his back as the water washed over all of him. He only laid there for a for a short bit before touch his feet back down on the lake floor. Rising his head out of the water and then running his finger through his wet hair. You could tell even more the red that tinted through his dark ash blond hair. He walked back over to Epona and went about washing her down of sweat of grime.

Just a few feet away, Wind and Legend were racing to get out of their own garments, down to the under garments. Followed by them running into the water, There came a loud squawk came from the Veteran as he felt the cold water hit his bare skin. He frantically swam out to a log. Where as Sailor laughed at the veteran’s reaction to cold water. Smithy and Wild only would go so far, neither of them good at swimming, they felt closer to shore. Where as Sky stuck by Time, who pulled out a fishing rod and stood at the water edge to fish by. Sky giggled a bit as the tinny fish would nibble at his feet. The old man seem to smile at that cheerful way the young sky child got delighted by the tiny fish. Hyrule joined Wild and was watching through the clear water at all the fish around them. Including spotting a few turtle and frogs around where they were. Occasionally trying to catch one with his hands.

Warriors once down to his undergarment, swam out to where legend was perched on a log. He went about to climb up on the log, rocking it a bit. Causing the Veteran to hold on and then went to pushing the Captain off. Warriors huffed, Trying again. Then shoved off. “Go find you’re own log pretty boy.” Chuckled the Veteran.

Warriors ducked under the water and then dragged The Veteran back into the water before climbing up where he had sat. Legend popped up gasping and sputtering water and frantically grasping at the log. “You ASS-“

He sputtered. Warriors, just crossed his arms and chuckled. Allowing the Veteran climb back onto the log.

Wind had managed to find a rock to to stand up on in the semi deep side of the lake and climbed up on it and standing before them all and declared, “I am the king of this rock and there is nothing you land lovers can do anything about!” Four Wild and Hyrule started snorting in laughter. As wind stood there proudly on top of the rock. Wild brought out the slate and snapped a picture. Time gave a hearty laugh. As a few other shielded their eyes from him.

“Yeah don’t thing your under garments agree.” Laughed Twilight as he snatched up the youths pants and tossed it his way. Wind looked down and blushed in embarrassment, quickly got his pants and put them back on. “Whoops.” He then slid off the rock and hid a bit in the water. “Hey sailor, its okay. It’s all happened to us at some point. You’re still king of the rock.” Sky said cheerfully. “Here, here.” Everyone said. Wind blew bubbles, before swimming his way out to where Legend and Warriors were and joined them.

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They spent most of the afternoon just relaxing. Twilight showed Traveller how to catch frogs before going about fishing beside Time. The two of them managing to catch a few fish for dinner. Which wild set to skewering them, seasoning them and doing another side of mushroom rice to go with it. Everyone now warming up by the fire and doing their usual, either writing letters or in their journals. Working on their weapons. Checking inventory. Sky took to learning some cooking stuff from Wild. Hyrule set to putting some aloe on the captain’s shoulders which got a bit of sun. “That will start peeling in a few days.” Hyrule commented.

“Just my luck i burn in the this group.” Pouted the Captain.

“Not true, sky got burnt on his face.” Replied Hyrule with a chuckle.

“Rancher?” Asked the Captain. Twilight looked up from writing a letter home. “Oh, I spend too much time on a ranch to burn. So I freckle instead.” Responded Twilight. Time reached over and ruffled his hair. Twilight gets flustered and swatched the Old man’s hand away. Wild snickers a bit.

Food was done and passed out to everyone, where everyone hummed with happiness. Wind eating his bowl up the fastest and let out a loud sigh of content. Then flopping back from being full. The rest of the chain chuckled. Once everyone had finished their portions, sky and Hyrule went to go wash the dishes by the lakeside. While tea was being made. The night was so calm in quiet by the lake. Beside the sounds of the crickets, owls near by and the frogs croaking. Which startled and scared the two hero’s doing the dishes, running back to camp and in panic.

“T-there’s something scary by the water. It sounded like a b-bear.” Stammered Hyrule. The two of them were a sight to see. Shaking in their boots. Twilight chuckled slightly. “Oh i am sure there are bears in these parts, but no. You must of heard a bull frog.” He explained.

“I don’t like that.” Squeaked hyrule.

“ there’s several different frogs, but i agree. Bull frogs can be very scary sounding.” Chuckled Twilight. With that a sound of coyotes went off barking and yapping high up in the mountains. Causing the lads cling tightly to each other.

Twilight cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a howl. The Coyotes then yapping a bit more before going quiet. The group all stared at Twilight who just smirked. “There now. They wont bother us.”

“If I known better, i would say you are a lot like our missing wolf.” Jabbed The Veteran.

“Oh.” Twilight snickered, getting up and ruffled the veteran’s hair. He then lead Hyrule and Sky back to the water to keep them company. Finishing up their dishes duty.

Once all duties done, bedrolls out and night watch set up. They finished up their tea. Everyone settled down. Falling asleep. Wind was curled up beside Captain, hyrule with sky, four and legend. Wild slept close to Twilight who was still awake with Time. The two sharing first watch. Twilight was gently stroking the cub’s hair to help them ease with his nightmares. The two looking up at the clear night sky. The sky littered with billions of stairs glimmering like fairies dancing around a pool of water. The night critters coming down to the lake. Owls hooting and the frogs singing in chorus. Followed by the crickets. Deer coming in for a drink, followed by a mama bear and her cubs. Coyotes as well. The water lapping the lake shore. It was a peaceful night. After a day of spring time shenanigans.

-fin.

[aria-laughs]

Real talk..(needed to vent, feel free to not read this if you don't like long rants)

When i was 11 years old i had already been through my fair share of crap. Coming from a "broken" home with little money, a depressed mother and an absent father. At that time i remember being bullied as a biproduct of my sister stoping one of her classmates (a 13 year old girl) from traveling half accross the contry to meet her 19 year old boyfriend who she'd met online for the first time.. under the pretence that she was traveling to visit my dad with my big sister. This all ended with the police stoping the train and picking the girl up before she reached her destination and everyone didn't have to suffer through the ordeal with a minor being raped or worse by a yound adult in a strange city..anyway. when the summer ended and we (me and my two siblings) gor back home, all these rumors spread about us and school became tricky. I got used to it tho, i had my friends and i quickly learned to keep close to teachers whenever i was alone. At the home front my mom became sick and the kids got a lot of grown up responsibilities. It was okay too.. kids get used to a lot, and today im a wizz in the kitchen and i clean with the best of them.

My mother had a temper, and would hit us when we did something wrong. I remember trying to cover for my siblings as much as possible, trying to shield them from the worst of it. Don't get me wrong, i LOVE my mother. She's been through hell and her sroty is worse than anything i've ever heard of. I understand what happened when i grew up and i love her because she allways did her best.. but i haven't forgiven her for making my home unsafe. At 11 years old one of my teachets notised that i had a hard time with my schoolwork. They couldn't get me to focus on my work and i was distracted by anything. I remember the letters mixing up as i read, and it became impossible to do my homework because no one could see the letters moving like i could. The teached contacted my mom and my stepfather and told them he'd talk to a specialist about me maybe having ADHD. The next week my mom dropped me off at the specialist and i got tested in every subject known to man. As usuall i exelled at language, history and music. But everything else was a bit off, i remember hearing him telling my mom that it couldn't be HDHD because my memory was too good. But refered her to a doctor for more tests. The ordeal took another week before my mother came to pick me up at lunch one day and told me we had to go to the hospital.

I had a thyroid condition that firsly was almost non-exsistent, and secoundly was unheard of in someone my age. They took blood, and sent me to get an MR and CT. When all the tests came back, we got the good news that i wouldn't die if they treated it quickly. But since i was still waiting for normal bodyparts to arrive, and hadn't gone through puberty yet.. he had no idea where to start. I don't remember the name of the medication, but i remember taking 15 a day. 5 in the morning, 5 when i got home from school and 5 before bed. I took them and 39 minutes later i was sprinting to the bathroom puking my guts out. This obviously didn't work in the long run and by the end of it i was so skinny you could see my teeth through my cheeks. They changed my meds and i stopped with the hurling. Instead i gained about 30 kg in the first 6 months and looked like a beach ball on legs. And as a kid being bullied, this wasn't that fun. Let me remind you that this had been going on for a while and tho my mom did what she could.. the was depressed and didn't see how bad it got for me and all the responsibilities i had at home made me dissapear in the day-to-day of it all. Alone and scared as the bullying became physical I panicked and stoped taking my meds, and all my symptoms came back. I would sleep for 14 hours and wake up exhausted. I'd go full days without getting hungry and i'd get moodswings and get real clumsy. My family got used to this and the symptoms stoped being symptoms and started being "just me".

So now i'd wake up and have to care for my siblings, go to school without lunch for myself because i had to make it for my siblings, or forgetting to shower because i had to remind my brother to do it. I get off the buss and get my ass kicked on my way to the classroom. Some days i'd get through it and come home to start dinner for my family, and other times the bullying sent me to the ER to get stitched up (i didn't have to make dinner on those days). This happened often enough that the doctor knew me by my first name, and instead of "how did you hurt yourself?) I'd get "Again!? When the nurses came to get me. One day i slept for 16 hours and my mother confronted me about my weightloss and asked if i'd been taking my meds. I came clean and a few hours at the doctors office and one frustrating car ride later. I'd promissed to take my pills again, but by that point i had ruined my body enough to never get better. So at 15 years old the doctors decided that they'd treat my thyroid with radioactive iodine. This worked great and killed the thyroid gland, making me dependend on meds for the rest of my life.

For anyone who don't know, the thyroid gland is responsible for your bodys metabolism. This means everything... your metabolism is a part of every funktion of every organ in your entire body, tho we usually think about how fast you burn fat because this is what we see on the outside.

We did our best, and we got through it. I had a safe place with my best friend and his family. And i'd escape there as often as i could. His mother would remind me to take my meds, she'd let me shower at their place and when she realised that i never ate at school she started packing lunch for me to send with her son every day.

I don't think i'd survive and be the person i am today without them. I remember the day i finally told them what was going on at home when i grew up, at this point i had grown up and moved away from home. I had started opening up to people i trusted and understood the power of talking about my problems. i never ment it as a "why didn't you see".. im thankful for my life, even the bad pars, but i needed them to know how much they saved me. To understand how much i love them all. I'll keep their reactions to myself, but i'll tell you that i have never felt more treasured in my life.

I was 22 years old the first time someone told me that I never deserved the abuse at home. I was 25 years old when i told my mother i forgave her for the physical stuff, but that i couldn't forgive her for stealing my feeling of home and safety. And i was today years old when i wrote it down for anyone to see.

I've been taking my meds for about 17 years now, but I have yet to actually get a normal metabolism. My last stunt was that i suddenly didn't need that much medicine so my metabolism speed up to lifethreatening speed and i had to endure panic attacks, dizziness, lack of consentration and shaking so bad that i almost quit school and almost sent me into a brainfailure (yes thats a thing) over the summer. My doctors paniced and reduced my meds so much that i didn't get nearly enough. This ended with me loosing weight, not eating, shaking, being sick and passing out all over the place, and almost sent me into a life threatening coma as my body overcompensated for the loss of thyroid hormones. My dad said something i've never heard my family say before. We were eating dinner last weekend and i was having a bad day when he told me "its painful to watch you struggle like this". And i almost cried, this was the first time in forever that a parent told me that they see me. And now i'm finally starting to get back to where im used to.

I have skipped a lot of stuff that happened. Some things i don't think i'll ever talk about, and some things that are too personal or too painful or too stupid to write down. But i needed to work through the new stuff, to reflecr back and to realise how close i came to loosing my life again this year. How lucky i am that i not only held on for dear life, but that with all the crap i felt. All the sickness and panic and everything. I managed to finish this semester at school. I managed to survive again, and im 6 months away from reaching my goal of allways being able to help when im needed. I am so proud of myself for getting to where i am today. And im so thankful!!

[swamptroggle]

Give me an award for how garbo my luck is. I honestly deserve one.

[leahdeepocean]

I see a figure of my past appearing from the mist of my memories.

Everything I’ve been through returns to me like an endless flash and reminds me of who I am now and who I will never forget beeing.

This figure is not my favourite one but is more like someone that you were used to see everyday for decades and you lost along the way of life, but now you see it again and you feel that emptyness of the past you’ve lost. That deep melancholy.

Near means melancholy to me. I locked him to the feel of loss.

There was that time I remember that seems so long ago, when I was just entering my 14 and I was very confuse of who I was ment to be and about everything.

At that time I saw this anime called Death Note. At first I stopped when L died because my young heart was in pieces. L was my first ‘not real’ love. I spoilered myself all the plot that came next to L’s death and I discovered that the blonde girl that I saw many times in fanarts and I really disliked was in fact a blonde boy named Mello.

I continued to watch the anime and I kinda fell in love with him so hard that today I can say it was much more than ‘love’ or ‘attraction’ it is more like a part of me I cannot throw away. The most important part of me that heals my scars and fills me because I’ve always felt that I was born uncomplete. But not like ‘you need to find your soulmate’, more like ‘you are NOT ENOGH’. He was ‘not enough’ too so we, together, could be that enough we were searching for. It is like something that can fill my brain when it is not working properly. But however I’m not here to discuss the unhealthy connection between me and a fictional character. I’m here to tell you a story that I never thought would be told.

When I finished the anime I put Mello’s image on my ‘yahoo answers’ account. At that time ‘yahoo answers’ was a HUGE community and I found a lot of people who liked Death Note like me. One day I saw that one profile. The profile of Near. I don’t really know why the hell but I felt the urge to contact it and I wrote a letter that I really cannot remember. We started writing to each other and finally we decided to talk on MSN, that was a chat like today’s ‘facebook messenger’. We spent most of our days talking to each other. We decided not to tell each other our names because our parents told us that it would be dangerous to tell personal informations to someone we met online, but we knew we were both girls. We called each other Near and Mello. When time passed we revealed our first names.

I can still remember the feeling when she was entering our chat. My heart always missed a beat. I knew she was a girl but she was my ‘Near’ and I was her ‘Mello’ and that was more than all right. When everything in my life started to fall apart like a house of cards she was there. I didn’t even need to tell her I was suffering because in the moment we talked everything else wanished and I was not suffering anymore.

We roleplayed a lot between each other, like it was a secret we couldn’t tell anyone. It was so funny! We laughed so much even if we were so far from each other.

I revealed her my face but did not force her to do the same. And one day when she was ready she showed me a picture of her. I can still remember so well that I felt breathless in a way I never felt before. She was so different of what I’ve thought but she was so beautiful I couldn’t say a word.

We finally revealed each other our sunames as well. It was an important moment, we trusted each other.

One day she came with her school to my city and I remember here was a big strike and so many busses weren’t in function. I talked to my mom and she brought me on impossible roads just to see her. I told her she was my best friend.

When I finally met her was so late but I was in time to be with her and her friends for a while. She was so beautiful I wasn’t able to talk too much. I was so shy. My entire body was trembling and I really hoped she didn’t notice that.

That was one of the best days of my life. We talked to each other as before but I started to slowly realize that she was not my best friend.. I never really thought about it, a girl with a girl.. Was so impossible. My parents always told me that ‘those people has something wrong in their minds’ that ‘they are not like us’ ‘not normal’. So never crossed my mind I could be one of ‘those people’. She was also a private person at that time and we didn’t talk about our sexuality or anything like that and she didn’t like when I told too pushy jokes. She was easy to scandalize so when I realized what I was feeling for her I decided to lock this feeling in my heart and deal with it alone to not scare her, to not ruin everything we had. I was so jealous about her. It was so difficult. And not only that we used to tell us everything and I couldn’t anymore but also that I had to face the fact I was ‘wrong’ in a certain way. I felt like I had a terrible sin, I never believed in God so I was not scared of his judgement but my parents’ scared me most. If they ever find out. They still don’t know about it today.

We slowly got more distant through time, we had our lives and I think she got bored about our little ‘Mello-Near’ game. I was going through difficulties so I let her go.. But my heart was still missing a beat every time we talked.

One day some of her friends that became also some close friend of mine told me that she had come out and SHE HAD A GIRLFRIEND.

I can honestly tell you I was angry. She was MY Near. MINE. I was burning inside. How could she do that? But I hadn’t told her my feelings nor the fact that I was attracted to women as well so it was my fault. And maybe she never liked me ‘that way’ (probably). My heart went in pieces and for moths I nervously checked her socials to suffer about her pictures with her girlfriend, who, let me tell, was very ugly (FOR ME).

I was never able to tell her the truth.

But from that time I started to develope my one and only ship that I had never let go. Mello and Near. I don’t know why but I think it’s a sort of collateral effect of a love hidden away for so much time. Recently I started to tell it to my friends.

When I see Near I could still see her shadow behind him. He means so much to me, reminds me that once I had my Near, I could hold her in my hands, my Nate River. I’ve lost her in the shadows of my adolescence but Mello stood with me. He will stand with me bacause he is a part of me beeing me. You have to love Mello somehow to love me.

Now we have our lives. We changed a lot. Maybe she let go her past, I don’t think she thinks about me the way I think about her. We ran into each other a while ago and I can tell she has changed a lot, we can’t talk like we used to anymore and the magic faded away. I’ve lost my Near along the way.

If I could talk to her now openly I would say:

Giorgia, you were my Near.

You had that really big part in my life, I have to thank you for beeing my friend, for the laughts and the childish secrets, for letting me be your Mello.

Mello fell in love with Near but unfortunately he wasn’t requited.

I hope that you are happy now.

Thank you so much for beeing you, for beeing that special.

Maybe life teared us apart but my memories will last. I won’t forget. That was really special for me. Thank you again.

I had the time of my life with you, Near, you fucking white sheep!

[ellupelluellu]

Removing the winter also ment changes to Widespot.

New low rent apartments near the airport and bus station now. (just the manufactoried homes grungyfied a bit)

Oh yes there is an airport and buss station :)

Hood View pic not nearly ready yet, but I deleted 50% of trees from the main area.

This new space, cause Daytona was okay for demolisihng that whole mountain, is not decorated yet , will be mostly farm stuff, maybe some non road lots if I get inspired and figure out a reason to do one.

[amugeona382]

Dear H,

being back in Korea is weird. Nothing changed. Only time passed. Summer 2016 was the last time I was here. Still with you. I try to remember what happened then. You worked and I worked out. Therre was Wolfi and adorable Sunshim. We hung around that Area a lot. One time we went to that Seul-place and there was that cute babycat. I went to the mart a lot by myself. There was also that coffee place, that was so cold. And the store where I bought all the bananas.

But it was a tough time. I was so lost. My master thesis wasn’t going well because I was so worried about my futue. I believed I could never get any job at all. I had spend so much time in Koea but it was still a closed country for me. I could never fit in. Also because it was so hard for me to adapt. My Korean wasn’t improving and I felt so uncomfortable talking in Korean. I was always uncomfortable. Wherever I walked I was too much aware of being a foreigner and I didn’t like it one bit. I never accepted that. It made living in Korea so hard. I didn’t make any friends who could maybe help me realize my foreigness didn’t matter, so I only could rely on your word. But I was also foreign to you. Not to you as a person, but to you as a Korean, with a Korean family and a Korean workplace where all this mattered. I felt like I always had to defend my position. Make double the effort to prove I was worthy. Of being with you. Being with any Korean. I tried my best but it wasn’t good enough. The only person that really liked me was Iseul. Nobody else cared. The others only cared about me as your girlfriend. It made me so lonely.

I didn’t change my situation. I just got more insecure and more bitter and lost and the more I felt rejected from Korean society the more you had to matter, the bigger our love had to be, i thad to make up for all the other pain. At the same time we had been together some time. I wasn’t in love anymore, meaning, I didn’t have a crush on you anymore. It’s a normal step in any relationshop. People either interpret it as “not being in love anymore” or as a love changing, growing, getting older. But how to tell them apart?

I was very down. I couldn’t talk to anyone, because I didn’t let myself think of this topic. Like anyone I got scared - “is this the real thing?” I didn’t fit into Korea. I was scared it would be the same with you and Europe. I forgot it wasn’t my choice and also not up to me.

Any relationship comes to a poiint where tings get tricky. You pushed forward and I pulled back. You broke up with me but I ended it.

It’s normal. Can happen to the most in love couple. I distanced myself quickly. I was tired and full on diving into a deep depression where I did nothing but lie in bed, starve, sleep, hate myself.

All the pain is still so fresh. I worry it will never fade. Why am I always so shy, responsible, afraid. I never dare, I never risk. I’m the opposite of you emotionally. I tmaed this relationship last. You brought the passion and I brought the stability.

People still scare me here. I feel so judged. I always stand out. I’m more comfortable walking around with Mike. She doesn’t seem to care so much to stand out. I never wanna stand out. Why is that? It could be a good thing! But it is so ingraved in me to be modest. To the point where I vanish. Why do I wanna vanish? Where is my place in this world? Why can’t I just take up SPACE.

Now I’m heavier, so I do take up more space. It makes me so uncomfortable. It makes people judge me more. I can vanish in Austria. I don’t put on any makeup. I dress so basic. Why can’t I accept my existence? Everybody deserves a space in this world - except they don’t. Other poeple don’t accept that. We fight for space, people, jobs, housing. There is no space for everyone. Migrants don’t deserve to take up space. Ugly people don’t deserve space.

Minimalism is a way to take up less space. I minimalize my personality. But there should be something left - except I vanish. Become indifferent. No opinions. No wants, no needs. Who deserves to want or need something in this capitalist societies, where all we HAVE TO want and need stuff. It’s painful to want and need and having to be modest. I can only want a little for my life. But I need so much love, attention, money, rest, physical touch, rest, peace, a peace of mind. Modesty and not wanting things give a peace of mind but so cruelly cuts everything else. Anger, frustration, upset-ment are so involving othere people. Conflict, disharmony is the result. Zen is my way of being. “I want happiness”. Remove the “want”, remove the “I” and you will be left with happiness but at what cost? No I? No wants? I vanish.

Yesterday we met a friend of Mike from Sogang. The instant we met I felt reminded of all the times I met any Korean “friends”. Why do I always get so insecure and shy? It’s like there is a boundary I can’t cross but Mike steps over it so easily. It seems like it doesn’t exist for her. What is this weight I feel, this wall? I can feel it anytime I meet someone new or not-that-close. Like i can’t read the signs.

I remember when we ere on that island close to North Korea. When we looked at those stones. The water, the sound of the waves reminds me of Hangang here.

I’m so grateful for everything you did for me. All the trips we made. Ships, busses, cares, we went anywhere by anything.

Inside of me and I guess many other people there is somemthing nobody can touch. I can never show it. It doesn’t have any form. There are no words to descrive it. I hide it like a dark secret. It’s the essence of my being.

I believe no one sees it.

I believe too, that it sometimes showsin between the doing, talking.

The essence of a person. A human being. Anything alive.

I guess you saw some of it. A glimpse.

How scary.

You still loved me.

You also broke up with me.

There is no way I can ever understand what happend. I guess it’s normal too.

I’m leaving again tomorrow. Yesterday we went out and drank and I suddenly was so drunk and I ended up in a motel with a guy and just... everything felt wrong. I don’t wanna kiss someone I don’t know. I don’t wanna get “intimite”  with someon I’m not intimite with.

I miss you and I’m confused, I don’t wanna miss you. These feelings are old, aren’t they from the past, only coming up now by the smell of this country, the sounds, the situations.

[incastrovuoto]

Con un pò di ritardo, stanotte ho finito di vedere Gossip Girl. Quello che mi viene da dire è che solitamente dopo 6 stagioni tutto diventa banale e ripetitivo. Non è questo il caso. Fino all'ultima puntata c'è stato un effetto sorpresa degno di un oscar. Comunque quello che mi viene da dire,è che Gossip Girl sarà pure finzione, in realtà ci stava avvisando tutti già da tempo. Non importa quanto un'amica dica di volerti bene, quando si tratta di scopare con il ragazzo che ti piace, non esiste legame capace di frenare la cosa. Che puoi essere buono e gentile quanto vuoi, ma la bontà non ti porta lontano come i soldi. E magari i soldi non comprano l'amore, ma tutto il resto sì. Che l'apparenza inganna sempre, e quello che pensi sia un povero fallito,ingenuo e troppo buono in realtà sta pensando in silenzio a come colpire tutti gli altri. E che l'amore, quello vero, non è facile come tutti pensano. È fatto di sconfitte, di dolore, di diversità, di difficoltà, e nonostante questo scegliere sempre la persona capace di farti tirare fuori il meglio e peggio di te senza filtri. Detto questo, avrei voluto avere la mente macchinatrice di Blair, che a confronto Sharlock Holmes levati, e perchè no avrei voluto avere un Chuck Buss nella mia vita. Di Serena è stata impressionante la sua facilità nel dire ti amo ad ogni ragazzo incontrato. E il suo perenne ping pong tra Nate e Dan. Ma nonostante i tentativi, tutte le pecore tornano al proprio gregge, e allora Dan tutta la vita. Nate, che dire, figo da paura tanto che la sua visione potrebbe aver rievocato Freud e la sua teoria libidica dalla tomba. Chuck è stato quello che inizialmente ti sembra senza cuore, ma alla fine ha amato sempre la stessa donna dall'inizio alla fine. E che alla fine soldi e amore sono la combinazione perfetta per una vita felice. Non parlerò degli altri perchè alcuni tipo Vanessa, Jenny, Giorgina, Idy, sono state odiose tanto quanto una zanzara che ti ronza nell'orecchio in piena notte. E infine, Dan, che guardando fin dall'inizio tutti in faccia, ha controllato ogni cosa peggio dell'FBI creando Gossip Girl e non aver fatto sospettare un cazzo fino all'ultima puntata. Quindi Dan, per quanto tu non sia stato il mio preferito, soprattutto durante la storia con Blair (che mi ha fatto schifo tanto quanto me ne fanno i fagioli), ti devo i miei complimenti. Ora che ho finito Gossip girl, non mi è rimasta neanche questa certezza.

[nelvana-nothing]

In the way, but not to stay. It wasn't ment to be this way. A mistake was made, my buss delayed, Arrived too late, a wrong turn made. I wasn't supposed to be here today. My stars were crossed, the memo lost. In the trash my plans were tossed, But its alright, its okay Things just weren't ment to turn out that way. I don't know why, I don't know how, Things went tits up, shit to my brow, Now through this mess I must plow The unfortunate coincidence, a series of inadvertent consequence, That would clumsily land me here perchance. A jilted foxtrot, and a dizzy waltz make for a lonely dance, Don't help now but look askance While I run circles and trip on words losing stance. Pick me up and kick me out Disappointment reigns throughout Don't hold back scream and shout. It won't hurt, I won't pout, Indifference is my clout. I don't care about what you say, I say meanier things to myself everyday. And by the haven't you heard the word I wasn't ment to be here anyway.

[salesmains]

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[cold-coffe-in-the-streets-blog]

Día 6

Se suponía que debía escribir todos los días pero como cosa rara y mi falta de constancia ante muchas cosas esto también se ha vuelto una de mis fallas.

Cómo quisiera ser una persona constante con muchas cosas y crearme hábitos, creo que así llegaría al éxito que tanto anhelo mucho antes.

Estos últimos días han sido un tema para dormir. Cada vez que junto mis manos inconscientemente me despierto y las separó y una voz muy a lo lejos dice "no te lo mereces"... Lo más irónico y chistoso de todo esto es que siempre he hablado del perdón y recién me doy cuenta que me cuesta perdonarme a mi mismo.

Eso ha despertado mi duda entre si en verdad he sabido perdonar o si algo me ha importado lo suficiente como para saber que debo perdonar. De pronto nunca me importo nada como lo de ahora y por eso padezco todo esto.. quien sabe.

He hablado con algunos amigos sobre cómo me siento, y sobre mi metida de pata, muestro fotos de ella y yo juntos en el buss, para que vean lo feliz que estaba pero ya eso es solo una sombra de un recuerdo.

Hoy ví una historia de ella, y me género ansiedad jajajaja no a lo mala onda es que me da súper miedo volverla a ver y no saber cómo voy a reaccionar, que me dirá o que diré.

Hoy escuché una canción que decía "llevo más de un año pagando la misma multa". Si así llevo 6 días no quiero imaginar un año 😂.

Estoy grave, la extraño y lo más extraño es que me siento patético, subiendo historia para que las vea, indirectas para que las lea y sin saber si aún le importo, si mi cariño en algún momento fue correspondido o no, y no sé si pensar que todo esto fue un romance de verano.

A veces, en varias ocasiones, me preguntó cómo haré para olvidarla, para quitarme de la cabeza que no es para mí... Cómo le hago.

Lo más loco de todo esto es que me he vuelto un adicto a todo este mal sabor en la boca, adicto a sentirme mal, se que es algo que me hace daño pero entre todo esto, es algo que me hace sentir vivo, me hace sentir que debo querer aún más a las personas que me rodean.

"para sentirme vivo, me acerco hacia la muerte, se que si no me mata me hará más fuerte"

Se que voy a salir de esta, cómo de todas las que he salido, si el tiempo lo cura todo, ha de curar este corazón roto y mente triste

Mejor ya dejo el tema hasta aquí por hoy.

Día 6 y te extraño mas que el día 1.

¿Sera que si valgo la pena?

[matpaaveien-prosjektet]

Tilbake ned i hullet

Nå har det snart gått en måned siden sist vi oppdaterte, uff :( Siden da har vi begynt på den visuelle identiteten til tjenesten, med logo og fargepalett, fonter og “look and feel”. Nå etter påskeferien har vi også så vidt begynt med prototyping, og det er denne uka at hodet vårt begynte å stange mot veggen igjen.

Men først, litt om den visuelle identiteten vi lagde før påske. Etter at vi lagde en ny merkevareplattform som skulle være mer “delightful” og fremstå som et avslappet og lavterskeltilbud fulgte vi den da vi utviklet den visuelle identiteten. Vi skisset først på mange ulike navn på tjenesten vår. Først hadde vi en assosiasjon runde med noen i klassen hvor vi skrev ned alle ordene de kom på assosiert med tjenesten vår. Det dukket opp mange ord direkte knyttet til buss og kjøretøy. Et ord vi knyttet oss til i begynnelsen var “Brom” men det måtte vi fort legge fra oss ettersom det ble et litt for abstrakt navn i tillegg til at mange fikk assosiasjoner til Ole Brumm. For å hjelpe oss videre benyttet vi oss av en crazy-8 oppgave fra boken “Creating a brand identity” av Catharine Slade-Brooking. Forfatteren gav oss 8 ulike kategorier som vi skulle skrive så mange navn vi kunne på et par minutter.

 Noen av navnene som kom ut av denne oppgaven var “Bussbransjens forbedring-verksted” og “Bussjåførenes diskusjons-samlag”. En god stund var vi innstilt på at navnet vårt burde være et beskrivende og tydelig navn som også fungerte som et bra akronym. Men det er vanskelig å komme på seriøse navn når man ikke er helt 100% sikker på hva tjenesten er enda. Et annet navn som også dukket opp i crazy-8 økta vår var “busslomma”. Etter mye diskusjon fant vi ut at det egentlig var et ganske passende navn.

“Busslomma” er der bussjåførene kan stoppe langs veien for å hvile, en plass satt av spesielt for bussjåførene. Dette følte vi at stemte med kjerneverdiene i tjenesten vår, selv om det enda ikke var helt tydelig for oss akkurat hva som ville foregå i busslomma.

Deretter begynte vi å skisse på logoer. Her er mange av skissene og forslagene våre. På et tidspunkt bestemte vi oss for å vektlegge B’en i navnet og fremheve den som et grafisk element. 

Vi gikk til slutt videre med en B som vi mente både illustrerte buss som tema, og som ville fungere godt både som et enkeltelement og i helhet med resten av bokstavene i navnet. 

I begynnelsen da vi så på fargepalett så vi for oss å ha et “kaffetema” med farger inspirert av kaffesøl. Vi testet litt rundt det og fant fort ut at når man oversetter farger på et papir til farger i vektorgrafikk så fungerer det ikke like godt i praksis. Fargene ble også litt vel avslappet og koselig. 

Dessuten er budskapet i tjenesten vår, at bussjåfører fortjener et bedre hverdag hvor de har tid til å spise lunsjen sin, viktig å formidle på en tydelig måte. Vi tror at sterke farger kan være et viktige virkemiddel. Samtidig vil vi at bussjåførene skal føle eierskap og tilhørighet til tjenesten. Blåfargene i den nåværende fargepaletten er hentet fra bussjåførenes uniformer, mens den oransje understreker energi og håp. 

Fonten vi valgte var i utgangspunktet “Domus”, den bruker nå kun i logoen. I tekst på diverse materiale vi skal lage har vi valgt “Botanika”. 

Etter påske

Okei, så etter påske har vi gått noen runder med oss selv for å få definert hva slags tjeneste vi faktisk kan tilby. På onsdag hadde vi en workshop med en bussjåfør som har sittet mange år bak rattet og som hadde mye å fortelle om bussbransjens utvikling. Han mente at den beste måten å nå ut til hans kollegaer var å ta tak i megafonen og være klar og tydelig, og bruke bussjåførenes helse som krok for å nå ut. Han hadde også misforstått hvor mye tid vi har på dette prosjektet og virket skuffet over at det var så kort tid igjen til sluttpresentasjon, ettersom han ble veldig gira og fikk høye forhåpninger for prosjektet. I denne workshopen viste vi også frem forslag på visuell identitet og logo, og han mente at vårt femte element kunne oppfattes som litt barnslig, og han savnet bussen som piktogram  i logoen vår.

Med dette som bakgrunn har vi revurdert logoforslaget vårt og skal ta dette med oss til ny workshop mandag morgen. I tillegg har vi definert nærmere hva tjenesten vår kan innebære og skal teste dette også til mandag. Vi ser foreløpig for oss at tjenesten vår er til for å forsterke stemmen til bussjåfører og skape et felles sted der de kan bli hørt og engasjert av hverandre. Vi tenker også at det som blir samlet på dette stedet (enten på en nettside eller fysisk på workshops) vil kunne brukes for å nå ut til folk utenfor bussbransjen og for å gi en sterkere stemme for sjåførene i forhandlinger mellom fagforbundet og arbeidsgiver. 

 Neste gang vi oppdaterer her (som etter planen er neste uke) skal vi utdype mer. Nå er det fredag!!