Aufsteigende Flügel is German for "Soaring Wings", a beautiful piano piece composed by Masashi Hamauzu. It is a retreat, a place for me to speak my mind, my thoughts,
and my ideas. I bid you all welcome and please, enjoy your stay while you can.
In case you're wondering, the song you hear playing in the background is called Memories, composed and performed by Kow Otani for the best PS2 game of all time, Shadow of the Colossus.
This was one of the many unused tracks from the game, so I thought I might do it justice playing this lovely track here. It may take a while to load, but please pause it and give it a good listen.
Otani makes good music (unfortunately, this is the only one I know of), and this is one of them. Enjoy!
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Fuck.
Could at least be more CONSIDERATE and MINDFUL when you talk? No, this is not the first time. This is the 100th of 100th time you've done it. All these while, I just kept quiet. I kept so FUCKING quiet.
But humans have their limitations, you know? I don't have the patience of a god.
Have I EVER insulted your pals? I can't say girlfriend, because you never had one. So yes.
HAVE I?
HAVE I FUCKING INSULTED THEM?
God, if you HATE Aiman so much, why don't you just go blurt it out elsewhere? WHY MUST YOU PAINSTAKINGLY RUB IT ACROSS MY FACE? GET A BLOG OR SOMETHING.
I FUCKING CARE ABOUT MY FRIENDS, OKAY? YOU HAVE YOUR OWN STYLE, AND I HAVE MY OWN. EVERYONE ELSE HAVE THEIR OWN, SO SHUT UP AND STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT PEOPLE NOT FOLLOWING YOUR FUCKING STYLE.
SO STOP SAYING THAT I DON'T TAKE CARE OF THEM. THEY HAVE A LIFE. SO DO I. SO WHAT IF I WANT TO GO OUT WITH MY BF? ONLY MY PARENTS HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO CONTROL ME, NOT YOU.
Friends are friends. Parents are parents. Lovers are lovers.
Get the picture?
God. Seriously. Some people.
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