Friday, March 31, 2006
Losing Interest Version 1.0 beta
How To Stop Yourself From Liking Someone In 1 Week
by The Evil Side Of Speiss
Now, This guide is a very DRASTIC guide. It's supposed to work ASAP, to stop yourself from being deluded, or if you want to get yourself out of irrelevant fawning. Also, many of the guide's tips are based on how I kicked my ass out of it. As it is based on myself, I cannot give a guarantee that it will work for every person out there. However, I hope it'll help.
First things first, this guide is meant to stop liking, and there are many NEGATIVE SIDE-EFFECTS. If you encounter, or if your friends highlighted it, perhaps it means the side effects are in place.
Point 1. If you want to stop yourself from liking, that, is perhaps the first step already.
Point 2. HATRED IS THE CENTERPIECE OF THIS GUIDE
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STEP 1
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LIST OUT EVERYTHING YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL, RIGHT NOW.EVERY SINGLE THING. (even if you don't have someone you want to stop liking, or you don't like anyone, make the bloody list anyway. Someday when you want to kick yourself out, come back to this list. It'll help you.)
Note 1. Don't try to base it on the gal u like. Base it on something that you truly truly desire.
Note 2. Better still, base it on the PERFECT fairytale companion you've always had. (I don't do this, but I think it'll work)
Note 3. The list includes physical, intellectual, mental, personality traits, family upbringing, level of maturity, outlook on life, everything. The more points you can make, the more effective this is.
Then, well, as you know, compare it to the person you like.
Every point has 5 possibilities. Don't have at all - have a little - have someone - have a lot - totally have it.
Ok, I know some people say, you love a person despite their flaws, but in this case, your trying to NOT love, so, who cares about your morality issues.
Now, for everyone who selected 'Have a little, or don't have'
Make yourself dwell on why they don't have it. Make it bother you. Let their imperfections and flaws slowly eat away at your liking. Make yourself HATE them, for being imperfect. (This is most effective if you are an idealist, like me)
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STEP 2.
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OBSERVE EVERYTHING THEY DO.
And wonder, why aren't they doing it with you? Now, it'll make yourself feel bad. THAT, is the whole intention. The longer you feel bad, eventually you'll start to hate them. HATE. When you hate, you can't like anymore.
These are things I can hint to you on what to look in the person you like.
1. Secrets. People like to keep secrets amongst themselves. Wonder why, they aren't sharing it with you. You'll feel bad, and you'll hate them.
2. Their expression when they look at you. If she smiles at you, compare it with how she smiles and laugh with everyone else. If her smile is that sweet, walk away, and say to yourself, 'He/She wants something from me. He/She wants to use me. I will not be played as a tool, I will not be a pawn.' (MOST EFFECTIVE IN HIGHLY-INDEPENDANT and DEFIANT people). If he/she looks disgusted at you, think this, 'I am perfect, and they are disgusted because they are imperfect.' (AGAIN, very effective if you have a great opinion of yourself.) OR, 'Why do they look at me like that? Am I a monster?' (If you have low self-esteem, you'll start to hate them.)
3. Anything that conflicts with what you really like.
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STEP 3.
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I've always read how people imagine their future, with their dream person, or their current lovers and stuff. Here, is where you can also break your liking.
1. Imagine that he/she is no longer the person you want to be with. Imagine that she's the exact opposite, imagine he's as disgusting and cruel as you possibly can. Imagine how he/she is going to control your life and make you do things that, right now, you wouldn't do.
2. Imagine how he/she is going to be enjoying their life while your suffering.
3. Imagine he/she is UGLY.
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STEP 4
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THEY WILL BETRAY YOU. (even if he/she isn't in a relationship with you, imagine that as a friend that they will betray you.) (Works like a charm, in most cases)
Imagine you finding him/her with another person, another gal, another guy. Imagine how they could've done it.
Imagine all you've have done goes unappreciated. (it hurts real bad inside, but it'll throw him/her out of your heart eventually (works for high-pride/ego person))
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STEP 5
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If all the above doesn't work, then you'll just have to take this step. It'll kill the friendship or whatever, if there ever was. (VERY HIGH RISK)
INSULT THEM, and PROMPT THEM to RETALIATE. MAKE THEM RETALIATE, MAKE THEM SAY EVERYTHING THAT IS BAD ABOUT YOU.
Haha. Trust me. It'll break you, but at the same time, it breaks how you feel about them too. It'll destroy the rose-tinted glass you've always been wearing when you look at him/her.
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STEP 6
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(Denial and exchange)
Find someone else more attractive, and like them instead. At least, try to push yourself to keep thinking about this another person. Find something more interesting. Distract yourself, and clear your mind about why you think you like her.
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STEP 7
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Always think of worst case scenario. It'll break the 'fairytale' mindset that we often have when we see someone we like.
For instance, always be SUSPICIOUS (don't be too obvious).
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Secondary Assist Actions
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Be funny. Have fun. Joke around. The more you dwell on how much you like (it doesn't contradtict step 1 or 2), as you are thinking about what they are not, their negative points, the deeper the pit you dig.
We often see people we like through a skewed perspective. Instead, go to other of your mutual friends, and just play around. Don't think about them, don't bother.
Dream about a hot superstar. (it's sick, yeah)
Imagine THEM DOING SOMETHING AWFULLY DISGUSTING
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NOTE: This isn't a comprehensive guide. I'll add more as I think about it.
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Here's a small piece for you to keep inside your head
(Not so confident on it's effectiveness)
'What you feel will pass, and there will be another person will steal your heart again.
What you want will one day change, and they will no longer fit to the new mold.
What you wish in them, is meant to be, and your heart will be shattered.
What you do to win them, will only destroy you inside out, and humiliate you.
Sacrifice yourself not for nature's drug and illusion, as it is merely a way to get us working.'
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
There Again
Here's another story. It's a short one.
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There's that look in his eyes again, the one where he knows something, and hides it from her. The one where he seems to keep a certain bad news to himself just so that she doesn't know, so that she doesn't worry, so that she doesn't have to face the truth.
Perhaps he doesn't trust her, perhaps he doesn't want to show weakness, perhaps he just doesn't want to tell it.
Slowly he shifted his eyes towards the window, and then to the television. Either way he wanted to avoid her inquisitive gaze, her smile that somehow could make him reveal what he tries so hard to hide.
Inside, he hoped she wouldn't ask, she wouldn't want to know, and just trust him.
She walked closer, and sat next to him. There was a moment of silence, and it made him uneasy somewhat. In his mind, every moment afterwards would be the thing he wanted to avoid talking about.
He couldn't avoid looking at her, forever.
Inside he felt tormented. Inside he felt despair. Deep within he felt like a broken and abused creature.
Yet. She did not do what he thought she would. She didn't say what he thought she might.
Instead, she merely placed her hand on his, and leaned closer.
Then, he felt like a fool. All the while she was the one keeping it together, all the while she could handle it better than he could, all the time it was her who kept him going on.
Perhaps there is some truth, in his mind, that there was a woman behind every powerful man. Perhaps, she is dead, but she was once there, who provided support, perhaps she doesn't exist, but her imagined existence gave him hope, perhaps they've never known each other, but somehow they were connected.
Perhaps...
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I do not agree with the last few sentences. I personally feel that man don't need a woman to go far. Why do I write such a thing that contradicts my own values, then?
To truly defeat thy enemy, you must know thy enemy. (my variation).
COMING UP!
How to stop yourself from liking a person, in 1 week.
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
A00004
At aquamarine sea, there's a drifting shade.
It's slowly sinking, and yet a smile comes around,
Let the mind wander, and let the senses fade.
For in darkness and in death, joy is found.
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The Treaty With Evil
I wrote alot today. Not here, somewhere else.
I'm greatly relaxed after it, because at long last, what I felt was thrown into writing.
A happy man I now am.
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Excited
Yes.
I'm excited and ecstatic today.
VERY ecstatic.
VERY VERY HAPPY.
Why?
I drew the nicest(well, maybe the meanest, since demon's ain't nice) demon I've ever drawn since... Since I began drawing/sketching.
Darn. I'll continue to the sketch tomorrow.
My hand was sweating of excitement and joy.
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Early Morning Whispers
It's morning, as least over here. Mornings, a great time to write unobstructed and uninterrupted by many other things in life.
Here's a story, from me.
War story, again. Why? I wanted it. (if u played AC5, it'll prolly remind u of Naval Blockade)
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The Raid Of Azalmar
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A beautiful day it was, full with white fluffy clouds drifting in the skies, sunlight filtering down through the edges. The birds were chirping, the insects were humming, and in the patrolmen's eyes, all was well and routine.
Until an armada of fighters appeared out of the clouds like a dark tide, unexpected and unprepared for.
Instantly, the patrolmen saw a missile flying towards their watchpost. Panicked and disorientated after long periods of peace, most didn't know what to do, or wasn't in proper attire to do what was needed of them.
As the patrolmen watched the missile descend from the heavens like god's judgment, only one was calm enough to activate the alert system and hopeful warn the defensive forces of Azalmar to scramble.
-Azalmar Air Force Base-
The loud and sudden burst of the siren jolted everyone from their morning slumber. Many thought it was another drill, but a few, who were dedicated enough, knew that the sheer randomness of the time meant this was no drill.
"Darn it, not another drill?" One of the crew exclaimed. "Why today? It's a weekend man!"
Many rushed to the hangars, and the crew scrambled to load weaoons and fuel to the planes.
As one of the planes were taking off, a loud explosion erupted, and it came from the main city itself. Immediately, the pilot heard the communication system overseer scream. "This is no fucking drill, get up to the air ASAP, and get to the city on max throttle. We're getting raided!"
Well, actually, he didn't need to say it. The explosion was so loud that anyone who thought it was a drill must be an absolute idiot.
-Skies Of Azalmar, Morning 0755-
Morning, and everyone was rushing to get to work. Main traffic channels were overcongested, and add that with the chaos of a bombing run and a blaring siren, you have anarchy and total disregard for anyone else's life except their own.
The blackish-blue planes, some 50 of them split up into smaller squads of 4, bombing high density areas with powerful bunker busters. These, were madmen, out for vengeance, out for blood, out for death. They came like angels of death, and the bombs they dropped seemed to be divine retribution and judgment.
-Morning 0812-
"Central Command, this is Ravier 1 and I have visual. Requesting permission to engage. Correction. Even if you didn't give me permission, I'll shoot the hell of out these bastards anyhow." Then he thought. 'Why did I even bother asking?'
He pushed his stick left, and the plane dived closer to the ground.
"Here we go. Ravier 2, 3, 4, take downtown with me."
The citizens must have wondered what took the Air Force so long to arrive. The streets are awash in blood, and the drainage and sewers are thick with the odour of flesh.
Nobody could hear anything when the planes whizzed by in their city dogfighting, amongst the damaged and blasted skyscrapers.
-Nightfall 1944-
"Today our city has been raided by 48 unidentified planes, and total casualties number to 20000 and rising. If any of your friends or family members are missing, please report it to us." The news presenter looked grim, and on the verge of crying. Perhaps she too lost a family or friend in the bombing run.
In the briefing room, the Colonel looked at everyone, and sighed.
"We're came too late." He didn't need to scold these men who tried. He didn't need to yell at them.
He knew that these people must have felt very guilty inside, probably wondering why he didn't wake up a little early, why didn't he skip that last round of booze yesterday, and so on.
Their guilt, is in a way, a present and a punishment to these men.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Contact
ACZ - Contact. 4.26 (according to the game rip anyway)
I wonder when the full OST comes out. Prolly a while after ACZ is released in North America and Europe.
Can't wait to take my plane to the virtual skies again, and blow some stuff up. (I can do that in Twisted Metal:Black, but then... nvm)
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Oh yeah, I saw the trailer for The Fast and The Furious : Tokyo Drift. I can only say this, OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! Cars. Cars. FAST Cars. Cars. The UBER MODDED CARS!
I wonder whether there's gonna be a Need For Speed game coming out with it. Hahahahaha.
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I saw a few quotes I liked today.
Through Death, You Will Learn Your Place
You're a nice guy, but you know why I have to kill you.
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Drawings 1
Wat's that? It's a small practice piece I did to brush up my drawing and digital painting skills. As you can see, I ain't much yet. Still a bloody noob.HAHA.
It's a corridor in some place.
Total time taken, 'bout 30 minutes.
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Oh ya...
I'm awfully bored. Care to entertain me?
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Sunday, March 26, 2006
Annex
A story from me, as usual.
I've written a couple of love stories (well, at least, the shell of one.)
So, here's a change. With DIALOG!
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A Day in The War Room
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There was a solemn mood hanging over the vast, elaborately designed room, that seems to linger and move about through it's many statues and features, like a ghost or apparition of sorts. This, was where war mas decided. This, was the war council chamber.
Inside was five men, all aged and their scar-etched faces reflected the periods they have been through. War, was to be decided here.
War was recently declared, and their homeland is soon to be annexed by their neighbouring giant. In their minds, right now, is mounting a coherent defense while trying to rope in allies to support and help them.
"Allies. Bah! They say they are our allies, but when it comes down to it, where did they go?" One of them said. "They acted as if nothing happened!"
"No point discussing that. We need to buy time. As much time as possible for our other ministers to organize refugee camps and evacuation plans." Another spoke. His voice was far more subtle in tone, but those who heard it knew that subtlety was merely a facade.
"Their planes are going to hit our primary defenses first, and our strategic planning core and operation."
"They'll hit here, then?" Everyone knew the implications of such a statement.
"We'll need to find a safer place, or at least, a more low-key area to coordinate this defense."
"I already have back up areas organized. Now, while their planes haven't arrived to bomb this place to rubble, what can we do?"
"I guess we'll have to hope our air force can mount man a great defense."
"Is that an insult?" Another old geezer retorted, and continued, "Our air force still has the experimental planes that can be put to field testing."
"You don't know even if those planes work! And your risking your aces for it?
"And let YOUR men get bombed and blasted?"
"Stop. If we want to deploy the planes, where do we deploy it?"
Inside all of them knew that no matter how, without international support, they would be outnumbered by massive odds. This war will be a lost to them, and inside every one of those 5 men, a loss hurts. War was fought to be won, but in this case, victory wasn't possible, with their current army and size.
Yet, some found consolation to their pain by thinking how the death of many could be avoided, with the death of a few people. Perhaps the soldiers that fights this war will find the same thought a reason to continue fighting on.
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Why the hell it's kinda soppy? I've just got my Ace Combat Zero music gamerip, that's why. New war music. A good thing any day.
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Saturday, March 25, 2006
Some Good War Music
I think some of my college pals probably know this by now, but I love war music. Why war music? Of all things, why war music? It's very interesting and powerful. It's also heroic sometimes.
Well, why do I like it? It makes you feel good. Seriously, I find it very relaxing, compared to sentimental songs which can often be quite depressive in terms of mood, and rhythm. War music prepares you to face something, it pumps you up to face and react in the face of stress, it desensitizes you to chaos.
There is one big drawback.
It makes you more 'kiasu', and it makes failure more painful. Eh, contradictory, no? How could it make you feel better, yet makes failure more painful? Eh, in short, I think war music amplifies the emotion you are feeling when you listen to it.
The goal of war music, after all, is to pump you up to face war, to get into the 'zone' to fight.
I recommend Ace Combat 5's OST if you want a taste of my kind of War Music.
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Ok. 'Nuff with that. Another story from me, the psychotelepathic-wannabe, philosophically-retarded dimwit.
It's a depressing/dark one. (kinda evil nowadays, so I wanted to write this)
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This room, seems different even though nothing has changed.
This hall, feels empty when it felt so warm so long ago.
This house, feels like a morgue, even with all the vibrant colors.
A mockery! Everything in this house is mocking me. Every single, little thing mocks me. Every tiny, mnute item gives me a sly smirk. Everything.
I want to burn every single thing that resides within this place. I want to bring this building to ashes, to stop me from thinking, or wandering back to the past. This, is what has become of me. A creature, a monstrosity, an abomination that has lost what has made me human.
But, did I really lose it? Did I really have it to begin with?
Was I not merely a thief of other's life, other's passion, a sly parasite that leeches of their vibrance? Was I not a vampire that sucked their energy?
Heh.
It doesn't really matter, does it?
Even if I used to have it, what matters is I no longer do.
Absence. The absence of that life, the absence of energy. The craving for both, can drive anyone mad. All these items, they mock me.
Bright, and colorful. Bah!
Now they have become a testament of change, a twisted mirror, a symbol of what I once was.
And they belittle me with their vibrance, they ridicule me with their liveliness.
BURN! DESTROY! Twisted thoughts pops up whenever it likes.
Madness's grip on my mind strengthens every time I try to regain that life that I lost. Insanity's hold over my thought increases with every passing thought of those times.
It seems before long, that truck from the center of mentally disabled people will come to my doorstep.
Before long...
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LOL! Really out of inspiration to write these days.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Musical Fanatism
The reason I'm online from 5.
MUSIC!
I turned the computer on JUST to download The Calling's For You and U2's The Hands That Built America.
I don't know why, but something induced me to have an unexplainable urge to have these 2 songs. Well, actually, it's because I saw them on Channel [V] today, on the program called Soundtracks.
For You, is from Daredevil
The Hands That Build America is from The Gangs Of New York.
(ironically, i didn't watch either of those movies)
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A Couple Of 'Yes'
I bet the Jamaican Jedi (founder of JaMat=Jamaican Matriculation) will screw me up and blast me for this, but I felt compelled to post this piece of shit anyway.
It;s a small analysis of things
These are three stages that need to be considered.
A. Like
B. Want
C. Ready.
1.First of all, do you like the fella. If you don't, well, then, 'next person'. If you do, proceed to 2.
2.Do you want the bloody relationship or not? If no, well, stop here. If yes, move on to 3.
3.Are you ready for it? I mean, financially, emotionally, in terms of time and all that. Are you truly ready?
Now. Most people have A and B, and assume they are ready, when in fact, they do not possess either the maturity and so on for it.
Some people have B and C, but ain't A. So, this is also a screwed up case.
Now. All this is only the perception on 1 side.
So all in all, both sides have to have all 3. Total 'yes' needed, 6.
That's alot, ain't it? HAHAHA.
Most people have 2. I don't. So, my dear Jamaican, do not worry. My single status won't be going away for a VERY long time. HAHAHAHAHA
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
A00003
What's a day without me posting some crap on this place, huh?
^^
So SS.
HAHHAHAHAHA
As usual, another story.
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Hartha Sarkir, Part 3. Aftermath.
Clouds of dust blocked the sky, and the air was choked full of the inhumanly taste of dust, dead bodies and blood. The once radiant green plains was now stained crimson, and it will take many years to remove the smell of blood from the land.
The once imposing walls are left in ruins, destroyed by the massive explosions and magic. The once vibrant and lively streets, the once grand palace of kings, the once beautiful gardens of the nobles, is gone. What remains is a mess of unrecognizable rubble and debris.
The undead, has won.
All the dead bodies and bones will now be used by the necromancers to strengthen their ranks once more. It has been the way of the undead since the dawn of time, that every person killed will only make the undead stronger.
To the humans, this would be a great blow to their morale. To the undeads, this is merely one piece of the puzzle.
Soon, they'll march on to claim other city as their own, and it'll forever continue, until they could be thoroughly annihilated.
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HAHA.
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Monday, March 20, 2006
A00002
K. Bored.
Well, just damn freaking bored, that I, as usual, posted another story. All for you to scrutinize and formulate impossible theories, and get back at me thereafter. So, why do I even bother? Why, do I even care?
I made an interesting motto, or at least, an interesting extension to it.
Don't know, don't care, and don't give a damn.
I realized I curse alot, no? Well, to be honest, I tried to stop, MANY MANY MANY MANY times. Let me repeat that. MANY MANY MANY MANY times! Heh, but time and again, I drift back into that zone of vulgar, unrefined, bashful, and plain rude side of me.
Everytime I tried to stop, my classmates would say, "Wah, sure got some girl you minat izit? That's why so nice?" In reaction, I started cursing again. Just for the sake of proving to these idiots, that I tried to stop cursing, not because I want to impress anyone. I do not see there is ANYONE in the world that could impress me enough for me to stop cursing. Even if there is, I wouldn't be a suitable fit anyway, so I don't bother.
I do it, because I want to stop cursing. It shows a lack of tact and displays a rude persona, that will surely interfere with my career. It's a selfish reason, and I'm a selfish guy. Not for a shallow reason such as charming some lady.
There are certain things I want to write here, but it'll hurt a lot of people, as such I choose not to.
There are certain things I want to undo, but it has already been done, and so I let it be.
There are certain things I am expected to do, but I am not responsible, as such, I won't do it.
There are certain things I am not expected to be, but who are you to judge me?
Cursing, is one of those things that is part of my personality.
If I were to stop, I would replace cursing with a far more sarcastic undertone. It's much more painful, and much more sharp. So, to curse, or to criticize sarcasticly? Trust me. A curse is taken as a small matter, but a sarcastic tongue-lashing can scar a person. It'll just hurt more people, and it's hurt deeper. Cursing, is the lesser of many evils. Trust me.
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Here's the story I said I'll post. (Don't think bullshit, k? You ppl think about the wrong things.)
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It never feels the same anymore, every time I look at you, there was no longer that longing to be with you. It never feels the same, now that you are by my side. What, has become of that passion that I used to have for you? What, has become of that secret desire to hold you in my arms? Why, now that I have you, all that has vanished?
It turns out, that I had never loved you.
Never did.
I merely did not want to feel left out. I merely did not want to be left alone. I merely wanted your attention, not because I love you, but because it boosts my ego.
I thought I loved you. Sincerely, in my pursuit for you, I thought deeply in my heart, you were the one for me. Turns out you ain't.
The passion, was because other people were after you. A competitive nature erupted within me, to win you over, just so that I prove to myself that I am better than the other people out there.
You were the objective, but the prize, was victory over other men. In turns out my mind has used you as a mere yardstick to measure and boost my own abilities. You, were an object to fight over. Not because you were that great, but simply because I wanted what others have, and I wanted to have what others desired.
It's a sad end, for myself too. I thought I loved you, but now you are mine, it turns out all the love, is merely a lie. A fallacy that I never knew was in play. A much larger, psychological and natural plot and propanganda was in action.
Men chase women because they are wanted by others. The more others want it, the more I want it. Once it is mine, it's value is lost. The attraction created by the lack of it, is gone.
I never loved you, I perhaps liked, but again, never loved. Like nature decides, we want what we don't have. When I didn't have you, you were the only thing that mattered. Now that I do, you, as much as it hurts me to say it, are merely another object in the past.
Goodbye. Perhaps one day I'll come to regret this decision to let you go, perhaps I won't. Take care and thank you, for all the thrill of pursuit you have gave me.
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My reason why Casanova can't stick to one gal.
Dark, evil, sadistic, cruel, chauvinistic, sad. What else can you describe it.
Now, don't blame me for being an MCP.
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Sunday, March 19, 2006
If I could be like that
Here's a story. (now, stop thinking bullshit)
I'm spiteful today, so this is what I write.
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I wish, to be your lantern in the dark, when you lose your way.
I wish, to be your source of strength, in times of peril.
I wish, to be your shelter, when it rains heavily.
I wish, to be a place of hope and recovery, after you have fallen.
I wish, to a small map, to help you find your way through the maze.
I wish, to be a flare when you are stranded somewhere.
I hope, that you'll find me a friend that last all times.
I hope, I'll be there to see you find the one of your dreams
I hope, that I won't be forgotten despite what you have achieved.
I hope, in your mind somewhere, you will feel that I am a source of inspiration.
I hope, I will lead you to greater and bigger things.
Alas you neither remembered nor recalled what I have done.
It's what I am fated to be, a mere ground, a foundation to greater things.
It's what I am fated to be, unwanted and not remembered.
It's a harsh reality, and it's time the ground to destroy what it helped build.
It's a harsh reminder, for those up there, that in the end, the ground makes them what they are.
It's a cruel punishment, to those who fail to realize that they are nothing without us.
Be reminded, that no matter how tall and far one goes, it can never escape the earth.
Be warned, that in pride and desire, Icarus has fallen.
Be advised, to know that there are things not to be crossed.
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HAHAHAHAHA
Quite a dark one, if you figure out why.
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Saturday, March 18, 2006
BLEH! 0001
As the host of the new internet series, BLEH!
I would like to introduce myself as... (insert whatever name)
BLEH! Aims to find stupid things and put it on the net.
At the same time, by the sidelines amongst the spectators.
Company Director : What a boring idea. Isn't there so many other websites which already did that?
Producer : True.
Company Director : Then whey the fuck did you choose this boring idea anyway?)
Producer : Because nobody else had a better idea.
Company Director: Owh.
On another side of the audience,
Spectator 1: They really have nothing better to put here, do they?
Spectator 2: And we have nothing to do too, that's why we're here, right?
Spectator 1: No.
Spectator 2: Then why are you here? Are you telling me your interested in this bullshit?
Spectator 1: No.
Spectator 2: (kinda zadou) Then why are you here?
Spectator 1: The producer paid me to just sit here.
Spectator 2: (laughing) Me too! How much are you paid?
Behind the scenes,
Host: If not for the fact that I'm poor and out of a job, I'd wouldn't put myself in front of this show.
Female attendant: Oh. I thought you were stupid, that's why you got this lousy job.
Host: Nah, I just wanted the money. These internet broadcasting companies just wanted to have some posts or traffic here.
Female attendant: I see.
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As you can see, I must be very bored to make such a stupid post.
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Friday, March 17, 2006
Verdant Bloom
Again, another story, and worse of all, it's a love+comedy story. Why the FUCK am I writing love stories? Simply because I SUCK at them. Hey. It's natural instinct to boost your weakness, so they aren't your weakness anymore. (Besides, writing love stories can be very amusing. Especially trying to figure out how come we guys are just so DARN STUPID (in this matter, anyway).)
ENJOY, HATE OR WHATEVER, most importantly, READ it.
It's a letter a guy(fictional) wrote to a gal(also fictional) (I got this idea while chatting today. How interesting...)
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Well, the thing that came to my mind when I first met you, that you were a screw-up. Yeah, a big fat screw-up who was either clumsy because you were born that way, or maybe you just were intentionally clumsy. Heck, it was because of your bloody screwed up impression that made me pay attention to you to begin with.
You'd come in, make a mess of everything, and ask us to clean it up. My god, how many people in the world can create such a big mess with such ease? And without thinking!
Bleh, you, were trouble from a distance. Hell, you were trouble anywhere.
So, it was your god forsaken lack of tact that made me look at you and grew interested to get to know you. At that time, the 'get to know you' was meant as trying to make some 'friends'. It never occured to me, that you, could turn out to be such an interesting piece of work. (Actually, I only wanted to see how much you could mess things up, or did you do it intentionally)
Erm, correction. I knew you were going to be an interesting piece of work, just didn't occur to me you'd be SO interesting. Interesting, as in a walking nuclear bomb with a trigger happy red button.
Well, I guess interesting isn't the correct word, as I tried to find every bloody moment to kick your arse (verbally, if you'd noticed). In short, the reason I found you interesting, because you were MORE interesting than I was. Darn. Actually, it was because you were a bigger screwup than me!
And you, being the big fat screwup that you are, just had to screw with my brains, by being so hard on me as well. You had to blame everything on me. (granted some of them were my fault) But still, you'd have to blame it on me. Enemies. I SWORE THAT I WOULD BE YOUR ENEMY, and from what I heard from your friends, you too swore that you'd hate me for the rest of your life. Hmm. I thought we'd never see each other eye-to-eye ever again. (At that time, I didn't care. I didn't want you in my freaking life at that time anyway.)
Bloody ironic. So, why the hell did you have to start hanging around me so darn often? (as in, were you trying to irritate me?) Heck, I played along because I thought of prying every ounce of secrets you have inside you and using it against you, and I thought you were doing the same. Bleh, your screwed up-ness is infectious. (at that time, it wasn't a compliment. Now, it is.)
Who knew...
God darn it, who knew.
WHO in this bloody world knew YOU'd fall for me?
Man, and you'd have to tell me like it was a joke, or a sarcastic one. FOR GOD's SAKE. I thought and was 100% certain you were joking. We were enemies, how the hell could you fall for me?
Worse of all, how the hell did I fall for you? Seriously, how in the nine realms did I fall for a messed up conundrum like you?
In our quest of trying to undo each other, I guess we understood each other so well, that we end up liking what each of us are. DARN. I hate you, and yet I love you more. Nah, actually, I don't love you. I'm just saying it because it sounds right. Wait. Wait a minute. It shouldn't sound right. I hate you, how could I love you?
Exactly. Your 'totally screwed' syndrome has manifested in me. Darn.
So... This will surely come across as odd, but if you really meant what you said (as in when you said you liked me), tell me. Seriously, give me a call or something.
Wait another second... How could you call when I didn't give you my number?
Ah, I know you'll find a bloody way to contact me.
P.S. Actually, I know you don't mean it. So, if you're smart enough, you should know what I say in this letter ain't true either. I'm just playing along. ^_^
2nd P.S... I hate you left, I hate you right, I hate you everywhere you go.
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HAHAHA. Written in our contemporary, chatty, filled with slangs and vulgarities.
How you think it is? Funny, no? I hope it is. If it ain't, the whole story lost it's point and purpose. HAHAHA. I was thinking about how 2 enemies would fall in love in present day, and how'd they confess to each other.
Darn. I simulate alot of situations in my head.
OH yeah, it ain't directed at someone.
If you were a gal/Or you already are a gal, how'd you think you'd react?
(IF I were the receipient)
I'd laugh, then say, WTF! Then frame it up and bring it to school/college, and use it against the guy. I'd also make multiple copies and distribute around, to humiliate the fella even more. (this is what I'd think the gal would do if the gal really was joking about her confession)
But if she's seriously fallen for him.
I, have no idea. Maybe just jokingly reply back, saying I'm serious, but attach a small fine print saying, 'Happy to know you're playing along.'
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Maybe if I can get a gal with decent writing skills to write a reply, then there would be a continuation to this story. (Then again, I might just need their ideas. I can do the writing just fine.)
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So, any ideas to continue? POSTPOST, COMMENTCOMMENT!
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Thursday, March 16, 2006
Screw you!
You heard that?
SCREW YOU!
Drumroll somewhere.
HAHHAHAHAHAHA, let me tell you something very very interesting. YOU SUCK. 100% SUCK.
Why? Just because I WANT to. Bleh.
BLEH.
BLUEKZ........
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Home alone
Hahaha.
2 days of being home alone, with no one except a dog to be my company. What an interesting turn of events, no? This, is going to be so fun, and so troublesome.
I wish I had a car.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Rhythm Of Music
Another story. Just felt particularly crafty with words today.
Hartha Sarkir Siege, Part 2
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The dark clouds gathered, and the armies began to march. The drums pounded repeatedly like an unending roar of thunder, and the earth shook as the monstrous monoliths rolled down the muddy plains. The grass, was all trampled over by the marching undead, swarming the city from every side imaginable.
To the wizards stationed at the towers, it would have been very demotivating and intimidating. Quickly they mustered all the magic powers they knew, and did all they could to delay the sudden attack, so that the armies could be mustered to defend the city appropriately.
Inside though, most of the wizards knew that no matter what they did, doom, was near and it will come. It was inevitable.
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Silver Windows
Windows, are my only link to the outside world. Trapped in this cell with little sunlight and little warmth, I could only admire what the world outside gave. Caught alone inside, the craving for the world outside is not to be put to words.
As I watched them play and laugh, I could only wonder what I've been missing all this while.
As I watched them make a fool of themselves and joke, I wonder why I couldn't do the same.
As I watched them smile, I wondered why I never looked like that.
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Pendulum
First of all, I'd like to voice my apologies to everyone. I'm feeling very bad, and my emotions, that I pent up has been trying, and making me go nuts. Anger, hatred, sorrow, and a myriad of emotions has been swirling, and as such, my mood swings seem to be very frequent throughout the whole day.
Merely weak and unable to resist our influence, that is all.
No, we are getting stronger, while he has been weakening.
Perhaps. Still, our host's weakening state of mind is to our benefit, no?
Ah, regardless, I feel like writing a story right now, and I will. Perhaps out of character, perhaps no. Who cares, I hope you enjoy it. (I pieced how it's like by 'interrogating' people)
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She came into my life, just when I least expected it. She came, and destroyed my self-worth and confidence, and yet I felt overjoyed by it. She, with her small whispers and touches, left me speechless.
Yet, my task did not allow myself to have such people in my life. My duty, called for my allegiance to only the nation and it's ideals, and nothing else. A sworn duty to protect and destroy insubordination and dissidence, through means neither legal nor ethical, but necessary.
Every living moment of my life, I could hear her voice in my ears. Every moment, I feel her arms wrapped around me, whispering sweet empty nothing. Every moment I could feel her soft, thin fingers running down my arms, smiling.
It, was the most difficult of choices. Between abandoning protecting my country, and the love of my life. I, was about, to leave this dark task and go somewhere else.
Until circumstances made the choice for me.
I, was to die.
I was to set a bomb in the terrorist's meeting place, and when everyone of the enemy was there, I was to kill myself, and everyone else there.
Goodbye, my love, for a moment of joy that made me complete. To die protecting a nation with such wonderful people, is an honor, that I would never regret.
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OMG! I WROTE A SORT OF LOVE STORY!!!!!!!
Bleh. Just felt like it, so what?
A writer should explore all aspects, after all.
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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Oneline, Oneword
BORED.
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Monday, March 13, 2006
I've decided
I'll try to change myself.
All this fascination for success and delusions of grandeur ain't healthy.
I'll be fine being average joe.
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A lifetime of disappointment
My life is a failure. There are times when I look on myself, a creature who doesn't perform what it is supposed to. My life, is a littering of distraught and doom. Failure after failure, so close yet so far. It has become a routine, a way of life. It seems all I do is going to fail, all I do is merely a step closer to death and shame.
Such events has made me weak, which is why I love success so much. It feels like the world has abandoned me when everyone celebrates. Perhaps that is why I love music so much, it has become my companion in such times, it has become my friend, my mirror. Music, is a way I find someone who understands.
Hah, sentimentality. What a weakness.
Exams are a way of instilling confidence. It makes us feel good and have faith to move ahead. No matter how small, we need that confidence, that reassurance that we are able to move ahead.
'Excellence is the new average' to quote the comic section from our papers.
The contest of As, is a way we teenagers find self-worth. Yes, I said it is merely a leg in a rat race. We value ourselves in accordance to what we achieve, in accordance to what we get in these small but somehow emotionally significant exams.
Failure.
Damn failure.
It's quite a good result, so why the fuck do I feel so fucking bad. Bleh. Need to banish the thought and play until I get sick of it.
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
If Tomorrow Never Comes
Ah, the time we have all have been waiting for. The time when our efforts are justified, a time when our priceless sweat, focus and suffering will be repayed, or multiplied. A time, of doom for those who fail to exceeded their own, and their parents' expectations, and also a time of joy, when those who scored well in one of the many legs of our rat race.
Yes.
You've read it correctly. It's just a leg in a RAT RACE.
It's not the big league yet, and heck, it's not even in the intermediary league yet.
So, what's the worth of this bloody leg then? Some people say it's a key. If you score, you get a key that can open many doors, if you don't, you get one that opens only few doors.
Sigh~
What a miserable, stressful state our education system has become.
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The feeling never fades.
An unending weight on my soul, my body and my spirit. Every morning I wake up exhausted, every night I sleep drained. What have I gained in exchange?
I used to wake up every morning, fresh, happy, delighted to see the world. I used to sleep knowing tomorrow will be another interesting day, even if it doesn't. Life, has slowly for me, changed towards one that weights me down, and becomes shackles to my freedom.
In order to deal with it, I began doing breathing sessions at home, inside my room.
Still, no help.
The core of solving any problem, is to find the cause.
The cause, it seems, is my lifestyle.
I do not know what is making my lifestyle one with so much stress, but if I do, I will most likely attempt to eradicate it.
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Haunting my mind, your image is always there. Lurking in my dreams, your presence has never ended. Waiting patiently, your voice calms the storm. Everpresent, my world has become so much more radiant.
Yet I have to destroy you, as much as I love to have you around. Yet I have to banish your presence, despite my addiction to what you are.
For you are what I fear, you are what I do not want to be.
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My Dead Man's Body
What the crap!
HAHAHA.
My router's adapter screwed up, and I had to get my dad to get another one. Sigh~ What a sorry state I am in right now. I don't know when I'll actually start driving to college, then I can go back whenever I want.
Everyone says they are afraid of their SPM.
Well, strangely, right now, I ain't.
Not because it'll be great, but why the hell do I have to care? It's now irrelevant, unless you can't get the required 5 credits, or at least a C in BM, for that matter.
Quite the lack of topics to blog about, and I guess it happens to everyone, doesn't it?
In my fanfiction times, it's pretty much called Writer's block, and it still is. Inspiration. OH WHERE THE FARK IS MY INSPIRATION!!!!!!!!!
Actually, I have a lot of things to write, just don't want to write them.
Oh yeah. In a burst of curiosity, I went looking for mottos of universities. HAHAHAHAHAHA. That was sooooooo fun. Then, I did some 'market research', as in looking for which jobs have the highest pay.
According to wikipedia, the pay for fresh graduates in Investment banking in UK and USA is amongst the highest, and although increments are not that high, best performers seem to get lots of bonuses.
I wonder how it's like over here. Merchant/Investment banking isn't really active in our country, or at least I don't seem to get the impression it is. We don't have Merrill Lynch or Goldmans Sachs here. (WTF)
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
My Tickle Test Result
Think fast! Your hidden superpower is SUPER SPEED! Some people might think you have a talent for impatience, but we like to call it efficiency. You approach all things with a need for speed. Whether it's running a race, eating lunch, or writing a report, you finish the task in no time flat. This quality is a huge asset in today's hotwired workplace, where there's never enough time to do anything.Anyone disagree?
With a little bit of practice, you'll soon be zipping about the office, zooming between social engagements, and devouring books at an alarming rate. Your friends and coworkers won't be able to keep up. If you use your powers wisely, you'll be the model of well-balanced productivity. But don't forget: Ultra-speedy superheroes have to take good care of their bodies. Be sure to eat right, get plenty of sleep and stretch regularly. Are you ready? Invest in some quality shoes and hop to it. You'll be flying through your day in no time.
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Friday, March 10, 2006
Dream Shore
Crystal clear waters, emerald seas, and verdant forests.
A land somewhere lost in time I will hope to seek, paradise in hell. In the darkest pits I hope to find the greatest light, and in the blinding light I hope to seek ultimate darkness.
Where contradiction thrives, to form perfect unity. Solidarity, built by difference and opposition.
Where has that world gone, a long lost dream.
Where is man's utopia, where pain is joy, and joy is pain?
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Thursday, March 09, 2006
Ivory And Ebony
White and black.
If this is black, what is white?
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Find me a key that fits all locks.
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The doubt of time
I guess the jamaican jedi is right.
HAHAHAHAHA.
I am starting to love Kaira Gong Shi Jia's voice. Haha.
It takes a while for it to grow on me. Too bad she has only so few songs.
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I'm bored. Early morning idle time, with total cluelessness on what exactly to do.
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Just
A few things I thought out when I was travelling home.
Just because I do not say anything here, doesn't mean something isn't being said somewhere else.
Just because I don't say I feel something, doesn't mean the feeling isn't there.
Just because I say I don't mind, doesn't mean inside I don't care about it.
Just because I look happy, doesn't mean I am happy inside.
Just because I talk, doesn't mean I don't listen.
Just because I am amongst people, doesn't mean I don't crave solitude.
Just because life is unfair, doesn't mean I would just leave it as it is.
Just because I seem friendly, doesn't mean I don't hate you.
Just because I seem nice, doesn't mean I don't want to hurt you.
Just silence, is cruel.
I fear silence, and love it too. What am I to do, when silence haunts my mind with evil whispers, or when silence clouds my judgment with hope.
Right now, I feel very cruel.
Right now, there's a whirlpool of confusion inside me.
It's time, for me to retreat back into the unknown, to wait the swirling thoughts to subside.
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
000001A
I guess you can say I feel very strange all the time.
So, here's a question.
If I say I have a headache, and I tell lies when I have a headache, do I have a headache?
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Monday, March 06, 2006
A Discussion On Musical Self 1
What am I?
I am a guy, which should be obvious. I'm single, which I am quite happy of. I'm stupid, which I don't think you'd disagree.
Todays discussion will be on, MUSIC. As in my own musical tastes.
Well, my musical tastes have been changing throughout the years, in which I will explain to you right here.
When I was in primary.
1. I was exposed to a shitload of Celine Dion by my dad. (not that it was bad,) I especially liked Celine Dion and Bee Gee's Immortality
2. I was exposed to quite a significant amount of boybands, as in BSB, and all the fella who was hot at that time. I liked a lot of songs from them, but now the liking declined.
3. I LOVED the music from a movie/animated motion picture called Anastacia.Especially, a song called at the beginning by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis. I didn't know why though.
Lower Secondary.
1. First exposure to Japanese Songs, as in Utada Hikaru's first love.
2. Immense liking for the Cardigan's My Favourite Game, the theme song for Gran Turismo 2. This was my first encounter with game music.
3. CHRONO CROSS!!!!!!! MY BLOODY HELL! This was the reason for my love for game music in the latter part of my secondary school. I heard this song called 'Dreams Of A Shore From Another World' which was a travelling music in the game. It was beautiful, and it evoked a beautiful landscape. In part, it was also because the music was awesome.
4. Legend Of Dragoon's opening theme music. I got this, and it was a temporary drug to keep my attention in game music.
5. LINKIN PARK! Who the fuck can go in 2001-2003 without mentioning these idiots? I liked the videos, which kinda REinspired me to look at CGI. I also liked Mike Shinoda's collaboration with some other fella.
6. JXL & Elvis's a little less conversation. It's video had football stars in a hell in a cell match
7. Heroes 4. A song called Floating on Water(the song played when you travel on water). No joke. Listen to it. Filled with tribal elements, and I liked it.
HIGHER SECONDARY
Form 4 and Form 5 is a sort of a renaissance age for me, in terms of thinking, tastes and many other things. It was here that I got my streamyx, as such opened me to a world of music and arts. It was here, in the moments of solitude with myself, I improved on many of my other secondary skills. Form 4 was my first exposure to space-art, courtesy of Greg Martin. Eventually, it escalated to a love for all things digital. It was also in Form 4 that I began to write like fanfiction and fiction. Of course, this is an alternate identity of mine.
1. A decline of interest in contemporary music, except Eminem and the occasional groups.
2. Orchestral music catching up at this point. First was Elfman's work in the Spiderman Theme music.
3. Exposure to brass music, in the form of a marching song called Blue Sky Blue. It was wondrous, and it raised my spirits in times that the devils and angels haunted my thoughts and obstructed my judgment.
4. Exposure to dark music. Drew Neumann's Train Station. Kinda fun song. Then, Silent Hill, and some other game music that was dark and forboding.
5. Final Fantasy, more importantly, the PIANO COLLECTIONS! I liked FFX-2 Piano Collection's Eternity Memories of Light and Wave. Also worth mentioning is FFX-2 PianoCollect's The Seal Of Three Winds. I also liked FF6PC's Tina. I also obtained a remix by Jeremy Soule, which I also loved.
6. Final Fantasy's singing themes. I guess they aren't everyone's taste, but they are kinda good instrumentally. Worth mentioning is Koda Kumi's 1000 words, or Sweetbox's 1000 words. Both versions are good in their own way.
7. KILL BILL. My goodness gracious, I loved the funk to it.
8. HALO! Ambience like woot.
9. Ace Combat 5 OST. Full Scale War Music, nuff said.
10. Lord Of The Rings. Need I say more?
11. Il divo, Anthony Callea(Australian Idol Runner Up), Josh Groban, Michael Buble. I started liking some of their songs, because of their wonderful vocals.
12. Jazz/Techno. I got my hands of Sim City 3000's soundtrack as well as Sim City 4's soundtrack. Both of which are laden and filled with wondrous jazz and techno tunes. One of the few I liked in Sim City 4 is Electrocity, and Oasis.
13. Rock, Rap and Pop was saved by Need For Speed Underground. The game restored a part of my interest in the genre.
Late Form-5 till now
I got my exposure to chinese songs at this time. I got it through David Tao's music, and also Sun Yan Zi. The song I liked from David Tao was Catherine, whereas my passion for Stefanie Sun began with Tong Lei (same species, if translated word for word)
I also got my exposure to more funk and rock in the form of GT4's The Bad. I began respecting certain instruments, as in electric guitar, due to the wonderful rhythm in Vette Lug and Nobody.
I'll post supplementary posts when I have time.
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I like lots of type of music, no? In short, I am not loyal. ^^
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
Smartypants
Bleh. Such an odd and pointless title, no? Bleh again, another repetitive and pointless phrase. Bleh a third time, another bland retort.
What am I going to post today? My god, that's a 0.00000000000000000001 cent question.
Oh yeah, wait, I don't believe in god. It should have been, my brainz!
BLEHBLEHBLEHBLEH. LACK OF TOPIC.
Look around, what to write.
Newspaper. Starmag. Sunday, 5 march. Newsweek, The New India.
NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
News. We get it every day. What is news? New + Stuff. What is in the new? Which leads to news. There's good news, and bad news. Sometimes, no news is good news. I, frankly don't agree. I remember there was one comment I heard, that knowing too much is a bad thing.
Frankly, no such thing as knowing too much. It's letting other people know too much that is a bad thing. It's a game of advantage, we want to know what others don't, and by doing so, defeat them. We want to feed people wrong information, so they take the wrong actions, while we take the right one.
So, does it occur to anyone, that the news channels may be feeding wrong information for a certain party's benefit? Of course you do. Everyone knows the news is screwed, and blogs are the only reliable source of info. WOOT!
Now, how do we make obtain information, while keeping good information out of the hands of others, while not breaking any laws? I'm very interested to learn this, it will be very useful indeed.
To know what others don't, and others don't know you know. That, is the one of the keys to success.
The dark knight out of nowhere.
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Hey. My section's next.
The Siege Of Hartha Sarkir, Part 1
by Nosferat
It's bound to rain later, the dark clouds flood the sky, and soon a seemingly unending stream of water will crash down, bringing the unprepared and ill prepared to their knees. The rain will come, like a cleansing wind, to destroy what was made against nature, and to restore what once was.
The armies of undead march, encumbered by the muddy ground beneath, and delayed by the violent winds. It, was in many ways, a disadvantage to march in such terrible weather, but then, it would be the most unpredicted action in the enemy general's mind.
It's not only taking good actions all the time that leads to victories. It's taking small bad actions that hide a greater plan that lead to victories. The undead general, Kiith Saraked, knew it all too well. Although in such weather, the light wooden arrows of the archers are useless, and the speed of the knights are lessened, the enemy's lost of visual range and concentration was a major advantage. To fight in such dark weather against undeads who neither see nor hear, is in a way, suicide.
Only an hour more of marching, and they will arrive.
The fall of Hartha Sarkir, will begin.
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How's my writing? Revolting?
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
Note 0001
Life seems to be proceeding, as usual.
My prediction from the first few posts was right. I'm starting to lose the passion to write something on this bloody piece of page in the world wide web.
Ah. The lack of passion, or at least, the decay of passion. It's the bane of many things, the lack of passion in work, or the reduction of passion, will hinder excellence of that certain work. I used to have passion for writing, and then it faded away for a period, and it returned again. I think everything works in cycles nowadays, and leads to the question, why?
HAHA. Let's forget about that question.
I'll say something about my past, then.
I have, not the best of pasts. Nothing spectacular, only bad events.
I guess that can really make or break a person, as these bad events has ultimately made me what I am. Surprisingly, perhaps these bad events have made me into something that is, perhaps by certain standards, good.
Eh. Why am I talking about the past, particular my own unimportant and insignificant past?
HAHAHAHA..
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My host can't seem to write these days, as such, I, Thanatos, will take over the duties.
This is a small excerpt for an event in my realm.
JUDGE: You are sentenced to eternal suffering for your crimes.
CONMAN: Eternal? What do you mean eternal? And what crimes, your excellency?
JUDGE: For stealing and deceiving. Eternal, as in forever.
CONMAN:I wouldn't say stealing, your excellency. What I merely did, was to take whatthey did not seem to need. Is that, a crime? They seem to have an abundance of what I took.
JUDGE: You did not have permission to take, as such, it is stealing.
CONMAN: Do you have permission to sentence me to eternal suffering?
JUDGE: No. But you are under my jurisdiction, and I will sentence you to eternal suffering, even if I do not have permission.
CONMAN: And why is that you can do it yet I can't?
Judge's thoughts: At this point and time, I could feel my disgust for this ass boil. I guess anyone who was watching me would have seen the green fluid that runs through my body. But then, I thought about a wonderful counterstrike.
Judge: I have absolute power, and you don't.
In my opinion, which agrees with my master's. As such, you can say it is also my master's opinion, that power = authority. Laws are made by the powerful to benefit them. Laws are made to reinforce their power, so they cannot lose it.
I heard a comment for the Devil today.
The best visiting gift a grim reaper can give, is to not visit at all. Yet, if the best gift is not to visit, then why is there a need to bring a gift?
So, tell me. To visit, or not to visit?
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Friday, March 03, 2006
A Knock on thy Head
Darn. My head hurts like shit in paper 4 costing. My goodness, it just freaking hurts. Now, I'll describe how it feels for your evil, satirical enjoyment. Imagine your brain as a piece of computer, and everytime you try to think, it makes a loud sound and a violent shake, a shake, as in a SHAKE. You feel like there's a ball of steel covered in spikes bouncing off the walls of your skull, and pummeling at your brain repeatedly.
Afterwards, I started sneezing, which made it all WORSE. I don't know who has been cursing at me, but if I find out who, I'm going to curse him back and make him sneeze. Then again, I'm just going to infect him with my own version of Bird Flu. MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. He/She will be the first Malaysian casualty to the incomprehensible and stupid disease.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH.
Evil.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
>_<
I feel very strange again... This time around, with a strange hum in my ears and an itchy throat. My assessment, is I am going to fall sick.
Ok. CIAO. Nothing long-winded today. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
(Thick, hoarse voice)
MUAHAHAHAH, THE DEVIL, WILL NOW TAKE OVER!
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