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hi y'all, i'm BluePuffin!
this week was really life! pride march, got a bf (i stole him muhihihi), school, and i went to an osteopath. apparently me not expressing stuff i think is a factor causing escoliosis for me?damn, the language dam became such a trouble that my thoughts are getting stuck ?!?
herecome the song recommendations!! and then a poem.
First of all, I want to recommend the song "Psycho" by Red Velvet. Fun fact: did you know they had a concert in North Korea before, even though they are a South Korean K-Pop girlies group? That must have been scary. I hope they're okay. I'm also gonna share a poem.
and i want you to know that you are loved. please know.
hello! today im gonna share some insight into today, i guess. today is wednesday, august 13, 2025. family members are inhabiting the room i'm in, far past the time i would have liked to have them here. to be honest, since it's 10:05pm, i just hope they went to their own houses and put theirselves to sleep. thankfully, the laptop's back is concealing my dad from seeing what I’m writing. i'm mad right now, but i don’t want to hurt people, so i don't fake being happy and smile and laugh, but i don’t yell nor shout at them either. im tired, i guess, and maybe that's what's making every single noise i hear so irritable.
i dont like how people always expect us to do stuff. at the astounding discovery that i wouldn't go on a walk tonight, my aunt (and cousin) called me a weakling. well, i dont care, but ok :3. out of spite, i'm now playing the song below. im better now somehow. also maybe because my dad is out of here and i was already tired of hearing formula 1 or sport stuff. anyways, i also expect people to do stuff, which is a bit hypocritical.
the song "all american bitch - olivia rodrigo" is how im feeling right now (ó﹏ò｡)
im also mad because my watch told me yesterday that my sleep quality was bad and that i shall not stay up late. but im being enabled to do that by me and my family ( • ᴖ • ｡). maybe that's why i am so mad right now. i just want to be left alone.
''i don't get angry when i'm pissed, im the eternal optimist, i scream inside to deal with it, like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.................... all the time, im grateful all the time ₍^. .^₎Ⳋ ''
i kind of learned how to barely externalize anger towards others, and how to so minimazing how much they'd be hurt, even though im also, though i dont really get why or how, hurt. now, only my grandma is here and my non-grandpa. im still pissed off, but relieved. i just hope they are gone sooner by tomorrow. there's a thing called "social battery", and i like to be alone. so, now, a poem secretly directed to those who are inhabiting my place past my preferred time, will be shown to you.
I haven’t written here for a while. I won’t close this blog until Google decides blogs shall be gone, so be chill about the older entries disappearing. I’m also saving them on the Web Archive.
Lately, ever since July began, it has been summer vacation. I’ve traveled to Madrid, went to an activist event hosted by Amnesty International, and have been listening to Chappel Roan and Olivia Rodrigo as of now. I like their songs, and Chappel Roan is outspoken on global issues, while Olivia Rodrigo once posted a story raising money for children suffering in Gaza, so my conscience is clean while listening to them. I had tried a free trial of Apple Music, because I am boycotting Spotify, but now I’m listening to songs on my MP3 player.
I have also been talking with many Japanese people to practice it. I made a Japanese friend, and I got a Portuguese friend too, who is similar to me in many ways, but he likes Pokémon more than I care for its existence.
Today’s song I’ll recommend is Casual by Chappel Roan I like to relive memories of love experiences that never happened. I really admire Chappel Roan, so go support a girlie.
Today I’m going to share a poem/song, no song recommendations, sorry. Probably Li Beirut, but for this time, the focus is on my poem/song.
their big dream.🫒
they grew olive
by the dear river
looked for knowledge
it hurts, my liver
no food, it's sadness
sorrowful story
lies no forgetness
under their lost glory
their big dream, still remains
to let live and to just live
they won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still gives pains
i won't budge with your reasons
under these ruined seasons
my home burns metaphorically
while Gaza suffers literally
"no pains no gains"
what a lie
their food's off, and soon's july
"you lie, you lie"
don't say that!
as you chill inside your flat
or house, with no fear to die
their big dream, still remains
to let live and to just live
we won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still gives pains
through the starving days,
Nakba still gives pains,
to their lives, their wives, their everydays!
through inhumane silence,
we see the violence,
we believe that they shall live.
oh ah, oh ah
(shalom, salam, lam. shalom, salam, lam.)
ah ah...
but oh well, oh well, oh well.
oh well.
their big dream
still remains
to let live and to just live
we won't ever budge to leave
Nakba still.. stains.
Written today, by me, BluePuffin, Friday May 16. Yesterday was Nakba Day, and this is my way of remembering it. Nakba was when about 750 thousand Palestinians were displaced in 1948, with many of their villages destroyed. Nakba made Israel become a country possible. They aren't able to return to their houses or towns, even now, hence how Nakba still stains the present of injustice. I later changed the lyric "pitiful story" to "sorrowful story". I think I can share the emotional depth more clearly that way, without sounding like I'm seeing anyone as weak. The Palestinians may be anything, but they're not weak. So much years and so much suffering, and they're still here.
I made this because the few Palestinian songs I know aren't calm enough for me. I normally can't handle really moved lyrics. Therefore, I made it a bit calmer, but still revealing for those willing to care. Below is a raw singing audio. Sadly, it still has the wrong lyric there. Not polished, but at least I have a melody.
Once again, Im back, and with a poem. No promises this time. My own promise made me feel disappointed last time. Unironically, I chose to share the song “Promise” by Laufey with u guys. I also decided to recommend Olivia Rodrigo’s song “love is embarrassing”. May u like this entry <3
I’ve been throwing my blog under the doormat for quite a while now. U know, school… But i gotta share stuff with u peeps! My goal is that, for at least 8 weeks straight, to share with you guys one or 2 songs, a poem (small or not), ask you guys to sign some petition or take action,
and anything else i want to tell ya! Well, I hope I’m in time. Here is the song recommendation:
Beaches by beabadoobee is a song I found out about fairly recently. I'm writing this on Sunday February 23rd 2025, I found about the song like... yesterday. There has been some drama related to beabadoobee and a meme video made about her and the background music on a video about it was this. For me, its meaning, what it simbolizes to me, is not only being in the right place where you feel you belong ("days blend to one when you're on the right beaches") but also about gathering the courage to do something, and doing it. I also feel like it's about the fear in doing something, but somehow also her asking us to not be afraid to do something: "don't wait for the tide just to dip both your feet in".
I've been getting into watercolors and watercolorable pencils lately. Pretty cool. Also, loom bands are too expensive so that hobby is kind of being disposed of...
Today I’m going to share 2 poems I wrote specifically dedicated to someone, an other poem. By the way, I’ve been sending a letter to someone random every day, I even sent one to Billie Eilish! This time, the song recommendations are:
I haven’t written much recently, due to my rising hyperfixation on loom bands. I’ll share 2 poems and a more recent short one. This time, the song recommendations are reminiscent of some years ago. Here they are:
Today I’m going to share 3 poems I wrote and a site that allows you to help people for free. This time, the song recommendations are:
Both songs are pretty calm.
late summer
the lone sun
of mid July,
is now gone, son.
if needed, cry.
the hot sun
of new August,
is now here, son.
is that a locust?
the low cost,
of low cost flights,
is still boiling,
and their new lights.
i hate the asian hornet,
they’re so full of hate.
soon the heat will plummet,
hope the hornets have the same fate.
not hornets my mistake,
hope the wasps have that fate.
in my head they’re full of hate,
may be both, may be none, mate
to those like me,
as young as phones,
school’s starting soon:
new times, new tones.
The poem was written by me on August 3rd and the fifth stanza on August 6th.
I’m not sure if the ones that are aggressive are hornets or wasps. Maybe both?
wanna write letters
though uncommon for teens like me,
i really want to write a letter.
though there is stuff that is way better,
wanna enjoy it before mailing dies, you see.
my mama bought me twelve envelopes,
to fulfill these new wishes, my hopes.
they’re big enough for them to mail,
oh do i love i snail mail.
not free to mail like an e-mail,
not fast arriving like an e-mail,
but knowing that one day it won’t prevail,
i wanna mail letters as much as i can mail.
i don’t know where anyone lives,
i am a walk-a-bit teen.
if you ask someone to tell lies,
they’ll tell you where i’ve never been.
i would single-handedly give a job to all letter carriers,
if stamps were ever free.
i would hire 2 pit bull terriers,
if they’d send all letters to be.
i’m aware it’s not that environmentally friendly,
but i’ll still see it positively.
a letter someone sent me when i was a kid,
is something i will forever keep.
The poem was written on August 4th by me.
Recently, I’ve been wanting to write letters. I’ve sent some postcards and a letter to Sanrio, but I’m still waiting to know my friends’ addresses so I can send them letters. Since I’m a “walk-a-bit teen”, I don’t know their addresses. I’ve never been to their house, so I don’t know their addresses.
The last 2 verses refer to one of the few letters I received in 4th grade. Though I lost at least one of them, I still have one that I’ll fondly keep.
bad 2074
the hundred ACs at my house
ain’t enough to handle this heat
was a cat and now i’m a mouse
didn’t know this was a game to beat
books written by Mr. AI
movies made by Ms. AI
who knows if AI wrote or not?
no one checked Mr. Author write
for the students, no workbooks:
they’re all on holographooks.
bye old birds, hi new birds.
should there be some turns?
mailing letter’s obsolete;
blogging, vlogging’s obsolete,
forgotten amidst the wind of time.
what’s a lemon, is it a lime?
the thing that i had to lunch,
tasty, a good thing to munch,
was 3d printed by a 3d printer,
from a self claimed food printer.
salary ten o o o,
rent is only nine o o o,
oh food is nine o o,
i don’t even know, oh
50 for a loaf of prood,
40 for a cup of water,
40 for a bit of food,
inaccurate, doesn’t matter
hope no more kids ever made
the world is just not as great
lafoganofaxistic people
i don’t get it at all
i don’t get it anymore
i do wanna know more
i don’t wanna know more
do i like 2074?
This poem was written by me on the 6th of August.
I wrote as if I was in 2074, viewed as a technologically advanced dystopian future. With high inflation, higher costs and salary. AI takes over many aspects of art, with AI and human work being undistinguishable. Old stuff are forgotten and replaced by new stuff, better or not.
Let’s help people!
I found a site that allows you to help people or the environment for the cheap cost of 0$. Basically, you choose a cause, and by clicking daily, you are donating for the cause. The site is called arab.org. Let’s help someone today! (for reading this section, you get 4 gewblios).
Conclusion
I hope you’ve liked this entry. I liked the 2 last poems ‘cause they really do tell me we should enjoy today’s things while they’re here. I made a doodle showing how the pointers don’t wait for us to look at them to turn and that they’ll go anyways… Well, I don’t know. Time goes. Don’t forget to drop a comment!
Meu Amor de Longe by Raquel Tavares
