RIP Paul Walker.

Paul Walker of <i>The Fast and the Furious</i> movies has died in a car accident.

I have always been a fan of The Fast and the Furious series, not matter what others say (including my boyfriend), I find that there is something about the series that I’m always drawn to.  It’s actiony, adventurous, heist-licious, emotional, and a full on blast of sky high fun stuff.  I like it.  It’s cool.  And I like that it seemed as though to Paul Walker and Vin Diesel this was a very important series of movies for them.  I like what they did to it, I like that they continued the series to tie in all the other movies. I thought that was great.  That is why, even though I am one tiny little fan down under, I am saddened by the loss of an actor, who I’ve only seen in movies.  People die every day but yet only a few affect you, and when they do affect you, you can tell from the way your heart seems to be heavy.  Even though the one who is affecting you is not someone you know, it shows that you are a fan, shows that you have a heart to care.   I hope Paul Walker lived a full life even though it was too soon for him to go.  As a fan, I will always remember your works!

Ralph Waldo Emerson said:

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest criticism and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty and find the best in others; to leave this world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived–this is to have succeeded.”

Ordinarily I won’t write a RIP message, I would just remember in silence, but this time round, I guess I’m just feeling a little sad at the reminder how short life can be and how important it is that life should be lived well!  It seems that this is one celebrity whose works have somehow affected me.  I don’t know much about him, strange ey?  I’m a fan but I don’t know much.  All I know is that if he has a new movie out or if he’s in the news I would check it out, because he’s one celebrity who does not make me think anything bad of, if that makes any sense?  But I fail as a fan for knowing so little.  All I can say really is, this is a very sad tragedy.  It’s sad that this should happen to Paul Walker.  It’s also a reminder of how young I am, still yet to experience the  true pain of losing someone I love and being able to cry for them wholeheartedly, and that I must live my life well, because you’ll never know when it’s over.

RIP Paul Walker.  You did good.  I can hardly believe this,

Your fan.


My Hometown. Yoko Ono.

The other day in class we were discussing “trans-languaging”.  That is, looking at one language, yet seeing the meanings and ideals translated across.  For example, one of the most widely used languages in the world today is English.  There are many reasons why people chose to learn English, be a speaker of English and there are the debates on the ownership of English now.  What’s fascinating about English being an internationally used language in many different contexts, is that people, all over the world, use it differently for different reasons.  Yoko Ono though, wrote poetry, poetry, that might not actually mean much at a first glance (if you’re not looking for it, or not a poetry fanatic, maybe) but on closer look, there is a deeper meaning to it.  As part of my class the other day, we looked at My Hometown by Yoko Ono.  The purpose was to look at “trans-languaging”.

Ono, writes about the notion of “hometown” and while reading it the first time round, I thought, it’s a nice poem, but it doesn’t quite relate to me.  Because to me, I don’t have a “hometown”.  I have a suburb where I go home to, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I see it in the same way as Ono has illustrated her definition of “hometown” in her poem.  When I watched the video below, I actually understood better, her definition, watching the animation to fill in the spaces in my mind and knowledge of what “hometown” meant.  And believe or not, I felt strangely enlightened.  Not only was I enlightened, I read the poem again with different eyes, and this time, it was like a light that been switched on.  This time, it was as though in my eyes, it was glowing.  I was actually a bit stunned by this development.

So I would like to share this piece of “trans-languaging” with everyone, even if others have already read this, and I’m five hundred years too late (jokes!), I want to share what I have been inspired by!  I think it’s very touching, and I think I might be more interested in Yoko Ono’s works from now on!

Do you know where your hometown is?
Your hometown is a place you choose.

Get a map of the world.
Pin a little flag on a place on the map you’d like to go to.
The place you’ve put your flag is your hometown.

Let’s find a way to make this flag something you’ll be proud of.
Start by giving your hometown a name you want to call it by.
Find out some things about your hometown
Make a scrapbook of images and people from your hometown, and add your comments about them
Look after your hometown in your mind.
Send it lots of love.

In your mind help anyone there who needs help.
If there are any broken-down houses, mend them in your mind
If there are any people who are ill, make them better in your mind
If any of the streets need cleaning, clean it in your mind
If there are any children who are crying, wipe their tears away in your mind

Find out about the past and present of your hometown.
If anything terrible has ever happened there, think about it, and try to take away the pain that’s still there.
If there’s something terrible going on there now, focus your thoughts on it, and try to take away all the pain.

Quietly tell your best friends about the problems of your hometown, and ask them to solve them in their minds.
Put up some nice photos of your hometown in your room.
Write a diary about your hometown.
Keep sending your powerful energy to your hometown until more people start to smile and laugh and enjoy themselves.
Keep going until your efforts start to make things better in your hometown.
One day we’ll realize that all the towns in the world are someone’s hometown.



Library Wars: Love & War. Kiiro Yumi.

Library Wars: Love & War 1 (Library Wars: Love & War, #1)Library Wars: Love & War 1
by Kiiro Yumi

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Great, funny, and it’s probably the first manga where the guy is slightly shorter than the girl! And I’m not annoyed by it!!!

The Plot
In the near future, the federal government creates a committee to rid society of books it deems unsuitable. The libraries vow to protect their collections, and with the help of local governments, form a military group to defend themselves–the Library Forces!

Iku Kasahara has dreamed of joining the Library Defense Force ever since one of its soldiers stepped in to protect her favorite book from being confiscated in a bookstore when she was younger. But now that she’s finally a recruit, she’s finding her dream job to be a bit of a nightmare. Especially since her hard-hearted drill instructor seems to have it in for her!
Hence this premise = lots of action, one hardcore, sometimes stupid (but not annoying stupid) female protag, a couple of hot interesting team mates and romanceeeeeeee! Wheeee loved it!!!

The Characters
Iku Kasahara> omg I love her!! She’s kickass. She’s funny-stupid (her priorities are always in the wrong order). She’s honest. She’s loud. She’s got a good heart. And she knows her stuff (eventually. If she knows she has to learn more, then she would go and learn more, even at the risk of pimples – don’t ask).

Atsushi Dojo> the love interest. Next to Iku, he is actually five centimetres shorter (he’s 165cm and Iku is 170cm) so he’s always at the butt of her jokes. Well, as much as a junior officer can say to a senior officer. Dojo is a pretty interesting character, he works well with Iku and I love how their characters contrast. Their sexual tension is like way up there (so far I can’t even see it anymore) yet, there’s nothing more than hugs and comforting touches. So I totally want to keep reading to the moment they get together…anyway. Dojo is gruff and actually the person Iku looks up to, but she doesn’t recognise him (read it and understand. I’m not going to tell you what that plot is all about), so it irks him a bit. He works Iku to the bone, yells at her a lot, but generally praises her when she does good. His character is not like those cold cool types that girls fall in love with because, well, they’re cool. No, Dojo is cool in the sense, that he can be an ass, but he also has a sense of humour and is a nice guy, generally, and basically, actually has a good personality (compared to the cool guys with a bad personality).

Supporting cast> love every single one of them and their stories. I love their interaactions, especially when it comes to Iku and I especially love it when one of them asks Iku out, but not because he likes her, but because he was told to “get along” with her. Haha that was hilarious, especially her reaction after!

Near, futuristic dystopia society where library books are at stake, as well as the ability to read anything uncensored.

Love it, it’s good and humourous, engaging, I feel interested.
Artwork: There were actually two copies of this volume-same author, but different artists, I actually prefer this one, I think it’s more comfortable? Anyway, the other one wasn’t bad either. So good artwork!

Awesome manga! Love it, must be read.

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Random Music Moment #89

So I didn’t realise Celia Pavey sang this on the Voice Australia weeks ago so I didn’t realise it was the same song.  When I posted about the original song (Click Here) it didn’t really occur to me it was the song since I think I was trying to erase all the Twilight pictures from my head.  But just now I found it again…turns out Celia Pavey sang it as part of the Battle rounds…and honestly I love her voice!  I love the tone and I think it’s beautiful except the slight screw up during her blind audition.  I think she could win this year!  And if she does – I’d listen to her sing.  So enjoy today’s Random Music Moment – Celia Pavey (the girl on the right) singing A Thousand Years during the Voice battle rounds!

Wings of Eternity.

Share with me the wings of eternity,

Swarming with darkness,

Embraced in light.

Share with me the glory of the win,

Blazing bright,

Heartlessly cold.

Share with me the spirit of tomorrow,

Swimming with hope,

Edged with fear.

Share with me the want of the night,

Dripping with lust,

Filled with love.

Share with the end of the end,

Walking up that stairway,

Drawn back by fire.

Share with me the scales of life,

Loving until I die,

Hating with a passion.

Share with me the wings of eternity,

Swimming with malice,

Embraced in kindness.

A Song of Sadness

Let me sing a song of sadness,

A song of overwhelming grief.

I cannot pour my heart out,

Cut from my chest and bled

Until it is bereft of blood.

I can only sing about

The pain in my heart,

That cannot be said,

In one word

Or two.

Let me sing a song of sadness,

About the love

I once had.

It was a beautiful love,

Untouchable by the dirt that

Rots this society

And the corruption of

The tainted hands of reality.

It blossomed,

And bloomed,

And grew without fear

Or hesitation.

There was nothing unstoppable,

Nothing unwanted,

Just pure,



Untouched love.

Let me sing a song of sadness,

That sprouted from this beautiful love.

It came with the falling rain

On a sudden late afternoon

Where there was no sound,

Other than the water,

Gushing through the downpipes,

Singing a solemn song,

Of waiting by the window,

For that painful,



That came with the darkening sky.

Let me sing a song of sadness,

Of the men and women,

Who fought in the war,

For their country,

For their nation,

To die,

A lonely death

In a field unrecogniseable

To them, except at the last moment.

Let me sing a song of sadness,

For this is their last moment,

Of the thoughts in their heads,

When they think

Of those they’d love,

And those they love

With all their hearts.

Their love soars,

In flying colours,

Over the fields,

As the rain pours on endlessly,

Drawing the poppies,

From their graves.

Let me sing this song of sadness,

And bring their stories of love

Alive, through their grief,

There was happiness.


Random Music Moment #81

Now that Eurovision is over, I find it hard to think of anything but because the music is still in my head, especially this song!  I love that it’s a little different to the top three songs, and I love that it came 4th out of 26.  What’s more I love that it’s electronic/electro pop.  I feel it’s pretty catchy;

Now I can see
The whole world is mine
I can touch and feel
I feed you my love

You put a knife against my back
And you dare me to face the attack
You say, “For cowards there’s no reward”
Feel the heat

Full lyrics HERE

…and I love her vocals.  I really love the way she sings “Now I can see/the whole world is mine/ I can touch and feel/ I feed you my love”.  There’s just this really nice tone to it that distracts me from finalising my assignments but! I’m almost done with uni and I’m excited!!! Haha, soooooo please enjoy today’s random music moment, sung by the lovely Margaret Berger for Norway during the Eurovision this year, “I feed you my love”.