~Colors~ ALL STARRRR

MAH ORIGINAL VERSION
These are the tips Corinna gave me to help revise my blog post :) (The italics are my responses.)

- Try to answer your questions, or arrange them in a different way. There are a bundle of questions that seem answered, but it feels as if they ... aren't. We want to know your opinion (this can also allow more responses to this blog post)!
When I said people care about my opinion once, a meanie walking by said "No they don't." Anyway, isn't my opinion in heerrrreeee?

- Use more sophisticated manner in your blog post. (EX. "I like colors, though" can be turned into "But personally, I like colors.") There is too much personality, but less main ideas.
Fine. But my personality is like sunshine, you can't live without it :D

- Use comments to help fix some issues? (Hint hint.)
Whatcha mean "hint hint"??? That's what Ms. Yip says...

- Possibly research some topics? Such as racism or color-blindness?
Okiieeesss


Once again, I'm writing a post on The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing. There are so many things I can talk about from this book, but I promise this shall be the last.

This book takes place in the late 1700's. African-Americans were still kept as slaves, and Octavian basically is one. This made me think about the whole racist concept.

In this book, Octavian's professor said that color isn't real, yet an illusion. I disagree with this, but if there is really no such thing as color, why is there racism? Racism is based on the color of one's skin, and if there is no such thing as color, how come there is such thing as racism??

I believe anything visible and something we can touch is real. Mirages aren't... Oh, I just realized that doesn't exactly make colors real... Whatever, I believe in colors. I feel like I'm talking about God! But personally, I like colors [ STOLEN BY CORINNA 8D ]. They make everything more beautiful. What would the world look like without color?

Whenever I see an old photograph or video, I think "Oh my gosh everything was black and white! When did people begin to paint the world?!" Okay, I don't really think that, but I did when I was little. Still nowadays, I imagine everything from [back then] as black and white, not just as a photo, but for REAL. Awkward?

Basically, I can't imagine the world without color. That's like eating an Oreo without dunking it in milk. Everything needs color, colors are beautiful. Darkness is scary. I think Hell would have no colors, everything dark grays or just nothing at all. Just a blank page, me as a drawing in a world of nothing but white, running but never leaving, for drawings cannot move [I'm not talking about animation don't criticize me.]

There's this song I like a lot called Colors ~Melody and Harmony~ . It's about how people give to the world and how lucky people benefit and how they are grateful. I mainly thought of this song because of it's title and I wanted to share it. I like how it says about how we have good things in our life due to things kind and generous people have done. I suppose I can say the Civil War is one of them, so it has something to do with this post.

Also, according to Ms. Corinna's advice, I should look up stuff about color-blindness and racism. Honestly, I think I know enough about racism - it's the thought that controls and idiot's mind that his race or skin color, usually being white, is superior. Which is stupid.

However, I don't know much about colorblindness. That's why I looked it up. >See here for info I looked at about color blindness< Basically, colorblindness is when you can't see a certain color or brightness of a color, or something related to not seeing color. The treatment - unknown. And it's a lifelong condition. Can you imagine not being able to see colors your entire life? The page says those who are colorblind are used to it, but that's hard for me to imagine. I suppose, if I suddenly became colorblind, I would get used to it over time.
I've been thinking ; maybe people who are colorblind aren't the ones that are so "different". If, going back to Octavian's professor, colors aren't really real, maybe colorblind people are the few that are "normal". Maybe those who can see color are the ones who have a strange condition. Perhaps, long ago, all humans saw the world black and white, but there was one monkey (we were monkeys... "Reed, we know that." "SHUDDAP.") who was able to magically see magical things called COLORS. Then, many others got it and then yaayyyyy everyone sees colors, except a few who didn't adapt. Also, most men have color blindness, 1 in 10, but it's more rare for women. (Because the X and Y cells go boom and...)
When I was researching humans on Wikipedia, because I was going to say some other word for "human" that I forgot... both what it was and how to spell... I saw a thin about the oldest performer alive. Who still performs. Well, anyway, I thought that was cool. Then I stopped reading it after it said he spoke fondly of Adolf Hitler. Maybe the guy is getting Alzheimer's finally... Now I'm going to look up the oldest person alive... Oh, a French guy named Jeanne Calment... Ah, a lady... Oh, and maybe this is related to the X Y cell things and how boys have more diseases, etc., but the top ten oldest living people were all women. In the world. But then in 11th place is a guy. Okay. Yeah.

And lastly, my new sign off.

Love and Rockets,
Reed :D

My Weekly Rant :)

I finished Ashes!! Finally! Aaah I feel like I've accomplished something. You know how when you've finished something extreeemeeelyyyyy borrriingggg?? Like this book. Well, towards the end it was pretty cool I guess, but I HATE when books leave you trailing. I don't like when the author leaves with the very end just hanging and they expect your "imagination" to finish the story. I like it better when they finish it and THEN I make up what could of happened. Although I'm pretty creative... I think... I just think that way is easier.

Actually, you know what? I hate the book endings. They just annoy me so much. Maybe I hate books. No, I love books. It just ANNOYS me when a good book is finished, it makes me cry. When I finished The Mysterious Benedict Society and Fruits Basket, for example, I cried. Especially for Fruits Basket... heheheh...

I think, we should make a law. NO MORE ENDING BOOKS. We must keep books going oonnnn and onnnn foreverrrr... Only if they're good books though. Heheh.

Anyway, The end of Ashes was sort of... SAD. Gaby's sister is marrying a Nazi and they're leaving her behind in Berlin by moving to Caputh. HEY HEY HEY I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING. "What? HOW COULD THEY? Terrible people." But Gaby's sister wanted to stay for some reason.

This book made me think about how you could love someone you hate. I mean, Ulla, the sister, loves a Nazi, and her family entirely opposes it. But she can't help but love him. Why? I have no idea. This is what brought me to Romeo and Juliet.

In Romeo and Juliet, Romeo and Juliet are supposed to HATE each other, LOATHE each other, DESPISE each other. But yet, when they actually meet, they somehow love each other instantaneously, like people did in Shakespeare's time, apparently. However, neither of these families are necessarily BAD, they just... don't like each other for some unknown reason. So that's a difference from Ashes, I guess. But then again, it's sort of their fault for causing such a ruckus in town. So I suppose, they are good and bad people?

I've been wondering for a while, is anyone really a good or bad? Everyone has different opinions so maybe there really are no good or bad people. Many people thought Hitler was a good person, for instance, but many think he was terrible, too. What he did was horrible, so was he really a bad person? He was just doing what he, somehow, thought was right.

So are there really good or bad people? Or is it just an illusion of our minds?

A Bad Thing Called _____ (SPOILER ALERT... I THINK...)

Recently, I have been reading Go Ask Alice. (Ugghhh I say "recently" to start off my blog posts waaayyyy too often. If anyone has a suggestion, tell meeeeeeee :D ) Ahem, anyway... No, I haven't finished Ashes yet, but since I'm a terrible person and was so excited to read Go Ask Alice when I saw it in Barnes and Noble, I had to. So I've given up on Ashes until I finish Go Ask Alice (Likely going to finish tomorrow during project REAL.)

Enough random rambling on about how I read books. Go Ask Alice is the diary a girl renamed Alice (to keep her identity) who becomes a bit of an addict. Not an addict as in too much of a food or watching T.V too much, but as one of those bad addictions. Like, really bad addictions. The ones that get you into so much trouble and is just one of those bad, bad things. *sounding ridiculous but repeating things over and over are fun, especially since people -sometimes- start to listen to you*. Yes, I mean the drug addiction.

To sum it up, Alice becomes addicted to drugs after a party, where her soda was tainted with an LSD. Before then, she was always writing about God and a little hostility towards her siblings (let's admit it, we all hate our siblings even if we love them...). Afterwards, she was constantly writing things like "torpedos on Friday and Speed on Sunday", "going to trip on acid" and "I can't wait to try pot!" At first I was thinking "Eeeehhhhhhhhh, I thought torpedos were those things that blow up ships like in that cheesy Batman Movie with Adam West..." and "Being high is good? WHAT?" Then she goes on about how she has to STOP taking drugs and she basically stops and starts again, back and forth back and forth.

"After you've had it, there isn't even life without drugs...."

I got really scared when I read this, and the effects from drunk guys yelling outside the house and rain didn't exactly help calm myself either. This line reminded me of gangs and this show called The Mentalist (I love that show heheheh). One of the FBI agents was a former gang member and his friend was killed. This was because he was trying to get OUT of his gang.

Also, in Fruits Basket, Arisa Uotani was a known as a delinquent. She met Tohru Honda, a very kind, polite girl, and she really wanted to change and be a great friend. When she tried to leave her gang though, they basically tried to kill her until Tohru's mother came along and fought them off. How could a kind, tender, loving housewife fight off some juvenile delinquents? She used to be in a gang, known as "The Red Butterfly". This supports my idea that people CAN change. Even though it's fiction, it really stands out.

I want to see what happens to Alice, since something very table-turning just happened (my way of words isn't that great...) and I think she might die, but I guess I'll have to keep reading... then go back to boring old Ashes...

Ashes

Recently I've been reading Ashes by Kathryn Lasky. Although it's by this author who has won awards for her writing, I am a bit disappointed with this book. The plot is fine, but so far it's a bit slow, and the wording isn't exactly grade level. This seems a bit more like a 6th grade book instead.

Guess whaaaattttt?? I'm reading yet another book about World War II. Apparently, I'm not completely evil yet. (Or I am...) I enjoy reading historical fiction a lot. Maybe this is because it will help me in school? I think I also just enjoy learning about stuff that happened, because often I am way behind and people expect me to know what they know even if I just never knew... Does that make sense??

I think that it's interesting how the author incorporates the German ways of saying some of the words. Unfortunately, unlike some other books, this one doesn't have the translations in the back. I wonder if some of these references are even what people actually called the Nazis, though. For example, Gabby (the main character) calls the Nazis "Brown Shirts" because they wore, well, brown shirts and khaki pants. Apparently, many men grew Hitler's mustache, the "toothbrush mustache" as well. I can't believe people actually agreed with the terrible things he said, maybe they just didn't want to be killed or become famous or something...

~Colors~

Once again, I'm writing a post on The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing. There are so many things I can talk about from this book, but I promise this shall be the last.

This book takes place in the late 1700's. African-Americans were still kept as slaves, and Octavian basically is one. This made me think about the whole racist concept.

In this book, Octavian's professor said that color isn't real, yet an illusion. I disagree with this, but if there is really no such thing as color, why is there racism? Racism is based on the color of one's skin, and if there is no such thing as color, how come there is such thing as racism??

I believe anything see-able and something we can touch is real. Mirages aren't... Oh, I just realized that doesn't exactly make colors real... Whatever, I believe in colors. I sound like I'm talking about God! I like colors, though. They make everything more beautiful. What would the world look like without color?

Whenever I see an old photograph or video, I think "Oh my gosh everything was black and white! When did people begin to paint the world?!" Okay, I don't really think that, but I did when I was little. Still nowadays, I imagine everything from [back then] as black and white, not just as a photo, but for REAL. Awkward?

Basically, I can't imagine the world without color. That's like eating an Oreo without dunking it in milk. Everything needs color, colors are beautiful. Darkness is scary. I think Hell would have no colors, everything dark grays or just nothing at all. Just a blank page, me as a drawing in a world of nothing but white, running but never leaving, for drawings cannot move [I'm not talking about animation don't criticize me.]

There's this song I like a lot called Colors ~Melody and Harmony~ . It's about how people give to the world and how lucky people benefit and how they are grateful. I mainly thought of this song because of it's title and I wanted to share it. I like how it says about how we have good things in our life due to things kind and generous people have done. I suppose I can say the Civil War is one of them, so it has something to do with this post.

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Right now, somewhere, someone
is in pain, all alone
Passing through a sleepless night
Until the light shines on your heart
Let’s nestle close together, so that we could sleep
Like a melody and harmony in love

For someone’s sake
we are here
Although we can only achieve small things
Even just for 1 second
We still want to stop all the tears in this world
And turn them all into smiles

Keep loving, and keep walking,
We’ve been believing that we will be able to convey these overflowing feelings
Even before we were born, we knew that we would meet
And that we would be searching for our dreams together

[RAP]

The moment when we are able to compose the sparkling sound
We will be able to forget all the sorrow
Melody and harmony
You are always by our side
Giving us courage and hope

Thanks to you
Thank you forever
These glittering feelings are your gifts to me
You’ve taught me how to support each other, to watch over each other
And that I’m not lonely

The love that was piled up
is riding on the melody
I want to convey it to you
Forever and ever

My music is my life
For you, for you, smile
Because our hearts will link together
My life is wonderful
Forever, forever

Starting from here

Keep loving, and keep walking
We have been believing that we will be able to
convey these overflowing feelings

Thanks to you
Thank you forever
These glittering feelings are your gifts to me

The love that was piled up
is riding on the melody
I want to convey it to you
Forever and ever

lalala…

Right now, somewhere, someone is in pain, all alone
Passing through a sleepless night
Until the light shines on your heart
Let’s nestle close together, so that we could sleep
Like a melody and harmony in love