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| I no longer favour Nintendo over its competitors. I miss the times when people thought about other people before they thought of money. I miss when companies thought of supporters before they thought of money. I miss when companies knew that without the support of their fans they would be nothing.
Nintendo has greatly dissappointed me. They have come out with a new handheld, and released it only in Japan, because in the US, DS Lite sales are still good. The DSi won't be released anywhere other than Japan until 2009.
To Nintendo, I have some questions for you. What about your fans? Do you even care about your fans in America anymore? I used to support Nintendo over Playstation or Xbox, because I remembered the NES. I remembered when Nintendo cared about the fans. I remembered reading the articles about how the Wii would be less expensive than the Xbox 360 or the PS3 because Nintendo wanted the Wii to be more affordable. Now I read articles about how the DSi won't be released in America, Europe, or Australia until 2009 becuase sales of the DS Lite are still good. Nintendo, I no longer hold you to a higher regaurd then Playstation or Xbox. You are all the same. I am dissappointed. Even more so, I am dissappointed in you. I hope you are happy. Maybe one day you will see that without your fans, you are nothing. The money you make comes from us. Without us, you are nothing. When will you remember that? | | |
| OBAMA WON THE ELECTIONSo, I hope everyone remembers tonight. Tonight, November fourth, two thousand eight. The night Obama Dominated. Tonight, I was in the shower when Obama was elected, I got out of the shower, went into my living room to check on the computer the standings of the election, when i heard on channel 5 that obama was president. I am so incredibly excited. I can't even focus enough to write what I wanted. You get the jist of it from the first couple sentences! OMG OBAMA WON!!!!! :D :D | | |
| This pretty much shows . . . Well i didn't backspace. At all.One - In a Million.
Never - In Forever.
Always. Never. Alone. Forever.
Haunting. Taunting. Alone.
Cold. Dark. Scared. Alone.
It doesn't matter how much I try to fit in with others. I am still alone. It doesn't matter how much I think I am finally happy, There is that piece inside me that says no. There is still that piece inside me that makes me different. Tehre is that peice inside me that sepperates me form everyone else. There is that piece inside me that makes me alone. I was never more alone than those months in the auditorium full of people. I will never get over that immage. ever. I t is like a dream that keeps coming back. It keeps hauting me. I lived it from my point of view, but every time I go back, Its like using a pensive. Looking in from the sidelines. And seeing everything that no one ever did. Knowing every thought that was never heard. Hearing the silent screams that roared withing. Watching all of the dry tears stream and drip and fall from the cries that were never heard. As I sit alone, off to the side. I see myself. By Myself. And i see the things never saw. The things never noticed. How I remember those motnhs. How I hate thsoe times. And it was all that I had. And it was destroying me. It was destroying me from within. Forever and Always. Never and Froever. Alone. | | |
| Neoclassical?It's like neoclassical. So many good things, you just overlook the bad. But when the bad is this, can you overlook it? But so many good things come out of it. So many beautiful works because of it. And when it's not there, nothing makes sence. Nothing comes out right. When it's not there, it's like having nothing. But when it is there, it is like having so much more than everything. And having so much less than nothing. All at the same time. If you don't understand, that just means you are lucky enough to not have to. But in a sence, I think you are luckier to be cursed to understand what this is. This gives you such an amazing ability to write, and such an amazing perception on everything that you wouldn't be able to see otherwise. I guess this is like Anne Bradstreet's view of her peotry, only kinda backwards. The outsider sees it as something horrid that needs to be hidden, or fixed. But the holder sees it as a beautiful gift that keeps on giving and producing such beautiful things, and allowing you to put your name on it. It is such an amazing thing. And such a horrible thing at the same time. | | |
| I don't want to be alone this winter. I fear we are falling apart. And I don't want to be alone. And I don't want to be dependent. But I know I can't be entirely Independent. And I don't want to loose you. | | |
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