fickle

Two days. No more than two days' worth of airtime before my poor Ennui header was stripped off its position and replaced.

I should never be left alone with a computer installed with any creative software. Gah.

Humming: Basshunter's Mellan Oss Tvaa

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p.s.: If it isn't evident enough in the image itself, this new header was based on the suggestions of the great Chum Zu. *hug*

questions?

"It is, I suppose, at the heart of it a test of will. For as much as it costs you do act as you think is right, it will be doubly hard for you to resist doing so in the face of practicality. After all, morality is naught but a person's perception of justice, and that perception changes so markedly between individuals that it is, perhaps, not exactly the best compass in times like these. The question is, even when your head and heart are in sync, does that necessarily prove that they are correct? Or are they both wrong?"

"Do you have to turn everything into an object of philosophical scrutiny? Just shut up and get moving."

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A woman asks her son to come along with her to the supermarket one fine Sunday.

When they get there, she gets herself a trolley and begins her shopping. However, a mere two items into her list, she spots the unbelievably long queues at the payment counters. Not wanting to have to line up for hours when she has finished her shopping, she instructs her thirteen year old to take the two items from the trolley and get into line, effectively "booking" her a spot in the line.

Half an hour and a whole trolley-load of groceries later, she comes back to the counters and finds that the lines are just as long, but she doesn't bat an eyelid as her son is already in second place in his line. She quickly joins the queue at the point where her son is standing, his hands still clutching the two packets of cheese.

A man in line directly behind the boy starts grumbling and complaining, but she can't understand what he is so offended about. After all, there is no crime in joining her son, is there?

The angry man begs to differ. He has chosen this line in particular because he believed the boy only had two items to purchase and therefore would be done faster - and now his mother comes up with a whole trolley of stuff??

If you were to be appointed the judge for this "case", who would you find guilty?

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Singing (badly) along to: Younha's Houkiboshi

ennui

Yet another new header! I really can't keep my hands off the Ps icon, can I.

Hmm...this one looked somewhat a lot better when i was working on it. Doesn't look half as good on the blog, damn.

Oh, well.

Right now it's: Hoshimura Mai's Sakura Biyori

connection

It's taking forever to install Photoshop on this god-forsaken laptop. I could go and grind some beans for coffee and finish the whole mug before it's done.

Oh, wait, it's done. My bad.

Psst. The photo above demonstrates what steam can do in the right light. Just wish I had a better camera than my phone's at the time.

Listening to: YUI's Goodbye Days

loss

In honour of my tenth time thrashing Necron, I pay homage to my favourite FFIX character - now and forever.

Vivi Ornitier did not deserve his fate.

He especially, especially did not deserve to die before he could see Zidane return.

The remade prototypes will never be able to replace him, no matter how much they are like him.

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Every shade of green.

insight

I am making a vow to myself. I will not visit known fangirls' blogs over the course of the next week, for fear of getting my brains blasted out by their ravings about the movie. So I solemnly swear.

It's really awe-inspiring, how far we've come. It's all very well for us to stick a drop of rainwater under the microscope and go "Ooh, look, microorganisms! Look, the amoeba's only got one cell! Fascinating!" But we think less often of the fact that we're descended from them, don't we?

The first life was unicellular, and presumably its binary fission made more and more of itself until the seas were teeming with single-celled beings.

So...from brainless single cells, here we are aeons later, billions of cells taller and with brains enough to make us want to look back and see where life started. Consciousness, that would arguably be the biggest miracle here.

That a bunch of cells could come together to create this awareness is amazing. And what kick-started it was probably a kind of mutation, so now we know how great the power of variance can be. Never laugh at mutants, folks. Their descendants might start preying on yours, ha.

It can be very enlightening, watching the History Channel. Heh.

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I'm not saying omniscience is the answer, though. Not in a thousand years.

repose

And no, I don't mean re-pose.

To anyone who's interested, hot sulphur baths are -- as far as I'm concerned -- not much different from a hot shower at home. Pfft.

I find it annoying that absence doesn't leave as much of an effect on me as I would fancy it to.

Oh, something I saw in Kinabalu Park:

Only when the last tree has been cut down

Only when the last river has been poisoned

Only when the last fish has been caught

Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.

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I hate being what I hate, and yet I can't help it. Rats.

endeavour

Lessee.

Stuff. Stuff. Insert cool/humourous/deep thoughts here. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. Insert witty quote here. Stuff. More stuff. And stuff.

Even more uninspired than usual. Blimey.

I've just a minute ago surfaced from what I call 'bogginess', so pardon me if I, well, act boggy. Wait, no - on second thoughts, who cares if I'm pardoned. Sod you if you can't look past a little bogginess. Odds are, you haven't just read some hugely disturbing tale about a possessive mother eating her own baby. Gods, what the hell do these writers think of?

I don't know why, but I feel like reading that book, whatsitcalled, Death: The High Cost of Living. Probably because the title is so cute. Ghnaa...

It's hard, peeling oranges for juice.

Why is it that I can't bring myself to blog a little less childishly? Why do I always sound so damned imbecilic? I'm Benedict Spinazo reincarnated, for crying out loud. I'm supposed to be - what did Tickle say? Oh, yes - a Visionary Philosopher, with a supposed intelligence quotient of 135. Hah. I guess reality has proven the numbers wrong.

But the sun is our ally. With its next rising comes tomorrow, and with tomorrow comes lemon meringue pie. Plus a movie. All the more reason to switch on the highbeams.

Oh, and: I'm going to try to keep my post titles at a one-word maximum (hence this title). Don't ask me why, I'm not too sure myself.


Psst, did you know King Julien from Madagascar is voiced by the actor who played Borat?
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You know, Yoda was a poet in his own right.

Berserk?

The garden in its better days.

Hell and damnation.
Can anyone please, please tell me which piece of equipment gives Dagger her Berserk ability? Or is it not even Berserk? I only know that there's a gap between Confuse and Float, and that it pisses me off supremely. Every one of my characters has learned every single ability they can learn except for Dagger, who has that one last, gaping blank there.
Damn it, damn it!

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katoo is: bored by habit, idle by nature.

#@%&$*!

Do you seek out peril?!
One would think that years of being a mortal would have made you more aware of mortality!

You would think instructions as clear and simple as those would be easy to follow. Don't tell me I've overestimated their intelligence. Pfft.

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katoo is: a firm disbeliever in Freedom With Limits.

my eyes have been fried right out of their sockets.

I've got a question. Who agrees with me that ichtys has a seriously warped sense of humour?

It's all very good to have lots of fun when you're drawing your omake pages - especially for serious stories - but really, why can't ichtys do cool omake like Tite Kubo or at least Nobuyuki Anzai?

No, the omake pages for Superior just have to be so disturbingly gross.

It is way, way too much to see one of the main characters (who, in the series, is a flirtatious pretty boy with terrible attitude) wearing...well, naught but a thing which is referred to as 'Grandpa Megumi'.

And the worst one so far? The omake at the beginning of volume 7, in which the main character (whom I happen to like a lot - *sniff sniff*) appears in a freaking fundoshi*! Oh, the horror.


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*mun, trust me when I say it is extremely sickening. Especially if you like Exa.

I'm training Freya this time. Good riddance to Rusty.

Downloading a few chapters of Superior now, yay!

I support the theory of Ozma being a forgotten eidolon. I mean, according to what the summoners thought, eidolons are born from stories - not the other way around. So it is, of course, fitting that Ozma no longer has a proper shape because he is not known to any but the Friendly Spirits now. What's more, the name of that rock in which he resides is called Eidolon Grave (Eidolon Cave in some versions).
Poor Ozma.

I still haven't managed to defeat him yet. I heard it's possible if you train Quina, but I hate Quina! Ah, woe is me.

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Mun, guess what? I got an email from Steven! O.O
Haha, okay, I was joking. Where the hell would he get my email address, right. Heh.

the mage and the vessel

This is where you bury the dead...?
What's the point of this? It isn't like the dead would appreciate it.

...you're right, but I don't think we build cemeteries for the dead.
Sure, it may seem pointless to you, but... How can I describe it? It's so we can think like this:
"We will never forget you. We'll remember you every time we stand at your grave. And we won't let the fear of death, which each of us knows, stop us from living our lives. Because my friends will remember me when I'm here."

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Mr. 288 makes a lot of sense, does he not?

fifteen?

Okay, RuiC, I'll play your little game...but out of spite for you and consideration for others, I won't pass it on to anyone, so there.

15 weird things/habits/little-known facts about me, huh? Okay...

I hate it when people ignore me. Not just the normal get-annoyed kind, either - I throw a huge hissy fit and usually end up sulking for the next three hours.
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I have a tendency to freak myself out in the dark. I only started sleeping with the lights off a few months ago.
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I love the lemon meringue pie from Delicious.
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I'm addicted to shoujo manga.
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I scored only five out of ten at the recent BURA Carnival Mental Decathlon.
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I tend to throw up upon the ingestion of onion/garlic/ginger.
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I almost never eat my veges, and always take more than my fair share of fruits.
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I love Final Fantasy IX more than any other role-playing game that Square has ever created. I've defeated Necron about nine times now, just to watch the ending cutscene over and over again.
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I abandoned my Maple character at level 36.
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I think Nobuo Uematsu rocks.
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I currently semi-follow a Malay drama series on TV3 named Sutera Maya. Don't ask.
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I tried a few lame-ass quizzes on Quizilla once, about which character from a Holly Black novel I would be, and got Roiben twice out of three. The third was Silarial.
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I don't make my bed. I climb in, I climb out. What's the point in folding the blankets?
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I smashed my nose into an iron bar at the age of two, as a result of trying to climb a flimsy chair.
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I can't stand a certain someone who keeps bugging me and my aibou*.

There. Fifteen - no more, no less.
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*just to clarify matters, aibou is an extremely innocuous nickname for someone who, in return, called me nakama. Get the idea? Totally innocuous, people. Platonic. Geez.

one of us

"If you wanna be one of us non-conformists, all you gotta do is dress just like us and listen to the same music we do."

In a time where nearly nothing hasn't been tried before, what does one do to assert one's individuality?

Meet the Residents

This particular lizard is an extremely rude specimen.

I want a pet snake!
Everyone says snakes are nice and dry, not slimy...but they never remember to add that snakes are also really soft. The snakes we held were so cuddly!

ps: thank you for the phone sleeve, cynthia :)

spree

of boredom and Matryoshka dolls

The school year is over. I'm...speechless.

It is extremely irritating for one who likes being a martyr to have a naturally high elasticity limit. Seriously, it's like being an attention-loving trooper whose wounds heal at supernatural speeds - and the scars aren't even apparent.

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Be careful of the toes you step on today for they maybe belong to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow.

Yes, it's freedom; no, I don't care.

I am determined not to give a beep about the barrage of results I will receive in the next two days. Exams're over, and I'll be damned to hell and back if the wretched things bring me down.

Unfortunately, there are other issues which are all too capable of dampening one's spirit.

The dead and the depressed should never be left alone.

So much for having their own rooms.

"Eh, get out la."
"No, wait, lend me another book first. Which one can I read?"
"Uh... I don't know... Look on the top shelf and see."
"What's this about?"
[starts giving summaries of various books]...
--and so it's about half an hour before they clear out.

My two brothers, I have realised, spend an indecently large amount of time in my room. The two lumbering oafs (why isn't that 'oaves'?) just love sitting around in there gossiping like worried hens, for some reason. They come over every darned day and settle themselves on my floor* for a nice long chat. What is wrong with these guys?? One's twelve and the other's eighteen, for crying out loud!

They come in to steal some conditioned air, to borrow books, to borrow stationery, to borrow gadgets, to return everything**, to waste time...what is it with my room?! Gahh, get off, get out, rwaarrr!!

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*where I have laid out a nice cushion for myself.
**actually, only the older one comes in to return what he borrowed - the younger one has to be hunted down for nearly a day before I get my stuff back.

I Want...

...a Maurice Lacroix Masterpiece Phase de Lune. A violet one.

But of course, I won't get it any time in the foreseeable future - owing to the fact that it's got dozens of diamonds set in it. Oh, well. At least I finally found my Mellan Oss Tva file! :D Lovely song, that. I also recommend Black Betty, though only for people who do trash metal. Huhuhu.

Two more days, nutcha. Time to awaken the long-dormant fingers to the sweet feel of the consoles...