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Saturday, April 29, 2006
A Lasting Shadow

It's most strange how words write themselves sometimes.

I didn't need to force myself to think to write this. It came, as if... someone else was writing.

It's somewhat a love story, although it's actually a person looking back at someone he loved so long ago.

It's not as poetic or as 'flowery' as I'd like it to be, but somehow, I didn't really care this time around.

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It's been far too long, far too many years.

Time should have buried you, change should have weakened you. And yet, you somehow remain, everlasting in my memory.

So many names from that point in time, so many events, yet everything that you did stuck to my mind.

It's strange how I kept remembering your name when I've forgotten everyone elses.
It's strange I remembered how you looked despite having spent only so little time with you, when I've forgotten how my closer friends look.

Your image was lasting, your name was etched into the walls of my mind. It wouldn't erode in the winds of change, it wouldn't submerge underneath the tide of time.

I could recall your name in an instant when it takes me forever to recall someone elses, when I only knew you for so short a while.

In my mind, when you left my life forever so many years ago, you were perfect. My image of you was untainted, uncorrupted, unblemished. Your image, become an imprint. Your image, became a cast, whom everyone else was subconsciously compared.

Years later, I began noticing everyone I had a liking for, had a resemblance to you. I thought I liked them for what they were, but now when I looked back, it was because subconsciously I was looking for someone to fill your place, I was looking for someone to cure the hidden longing for you.

I liked them because they reminded me of you, and so it didn't last. None of them could compete with your image, none of them had what you had.

Your image become an undercurrent in my soul, it drives many things that happens in my life.

Because of you, I found it hard to love. Nobody could rival the standards you've set so many years back, and those who I thought did, turns out not to be.

Because of you, I found it easy to stop looking, stop admiring, stop thinking.

Because of you, I tried to reach the perfection you've set. I tried to learn, I tried to master, I tried to be good in everything I set out to do.

In times of loneliness, I think of you. When I am brokenhearted, your image becomes a rally point for me to regain my strength.

Indeed, you aren't perfect, but so many years back, when you were young, naive, innocent, to me you were perfect, and after you left, there was nothing that could have damaged that image of you.

I wonder where you are now, after so many years. I long to meet you again, yet I fear my image of you will crumble.

Perhaps one day I will find love, someone who can break that image of you and make her own. Even if I don't, I rest happy knowing that I've met an angel who become a guiding light to my life.

I've met you one point in my life, and although your presence was fleeting, it has made all the difference.

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HAHAHAHA

Inspiration. I love it.

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Manifestation

You know...

I want to rip your head off.
Rip it off, and pluck the eyes out.
Then I'll throw it to the floor, and squash it with my foot.

I want to take a knife, and stab it through your chest.
Then, I'll slowly slice your muscles piece by piece.
Then, I'll use my hands and pull your lungs out of your body.
Afterwards, I'll crush your neck with my hands.
Then, I'll cut the veins in your body, vein by vein.

By then, you're probably dead.

Still, I'll take a few fork and stab it into your stomach.
I'll pierce a nail through your skull, and into your brain.
I'll take an axe and chop your toes off.
I'll marinate those toes, and put them as decorative trophies in small glass jars filled with alcohol.

There's bomb inside, and I'm going to press the red button very soon. Very soon.

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To Hell With My Family

Here's something very personal.

I

HATE

MY

FAMILY!

THEY

STINK!

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Friday, April 28, 2006
High Charity Suite

Interesting Name, Huh?

How about,

"Fantasia Alla Marcia, for piano, chorus and orchestra"?

Or "Delta Halo Suite" or "Sacred Icon Suite" or so many others?

Well, all of them happen to be song titles. HAHAHHAA.

All the suites are from Halo 2 Volume 2, while Fantasia Alla Marcia is from KH2.

I've heard that some people would buy the whole album of KH2 despite it's somewhat poor collection of songs, just for Fantasia Alla Marcia's 7 minutes of aural rhapsody.

Oh, for that matter, Delta Halo Suite is 11 minutes long! (But it's ambient, some drums and so on, so it's normal. Ambient songs, for some reason, can run very long... But it doesn't feel that way, cause Martin O'Donnell and crew did quite well on variety, although some might find them somewhat repetitive)

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Inspired by the songs above, I'm going to write a story. Enjoy!

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0--0



Treading slowly, Antoine gripped his gun tightly, and he felt his heartbeat race every moment there was a slight twitch in the air, that could indicate either friend, foe, or nothing.

His environment was a huge city, once home to ten million humans, but now as silent as a deserted city, after immense pollution, erratic weather and biological mutations slowly forced the humans to leave the planet for another home somewhere amongst the stars. His body seemed minute, in the presence and company of the towering monoliths constructed by those who once lived here.

From the sight of it, each of these monoliths could have easily housed some 10,000 lives.

He couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity and brilliance of the human race, who from dirt and dust, built such structures that could touch the heavens.

But such ingenuity costed them alot of things. Such brilliance brought destruction to a paradise.

"Bah, I should stop thinking all the big big picture thoughts." Antoine spoke to himself, and activated his heat sensors to help locate what might have been the source of the distress signal that was recently picked up from this vicinity.

"Ah, darn. These towers scare the living daylights out of me!" It came from another voice, and it was somewhat familiar to Antoine, and as he turned around, he saw another Space Marine.

"And you scared the living daylights out of me!" Antoine exclaimed, and continued. "At least send me an alert or something before you just talk to me!"

"I tried. These towers have one hell of a magnetic interference."

"Oh. So, how's your area? Any signs?" Antoine asked, he kept his hand on the gun.

"Nope. Totally no sign of shit."

Krekkrekkrek!

"What the fuck!" Antoine turned around, and he saw a massive creature. Instantly, he started firing at the thing.

It ran closer, despite the rain of firey metal.

And closer.

And even closer.

Screkk! It's 2 meter long claws impaled Antoine through the chest.

-Transmission Lost-

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HAHAHHA.




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Thursday, April 27, 2006
Moments

I slept again today. Like a pig.

I guess that makes me a really lazy fellow.

THe book is next to me, but i'm captivated by the screen before my eyes.

HAHHAHA

Doomed. Doomed I tell you!

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Here's to an empty tomorrow

There hangs a strange will, a strange shadow over my world. There hangs everywhere, that wishes me to stop wanting, to stop hoping, to stop wishing.

It hangs over me, it haunts me, it reminds me at every corner to stop. It is like a voice inside my head, that has all the while remained silent, but suddenly spoke up, and wouldn't stop until I've done as it said.

Stop hoping. Stop dreaming. Stop wishing.

Stop wanting. Stop desiring. Stop craving.

It becomes like a state of possession, by a new, recently emerged ideal. It comes with all it's well built arguments, it comes and evokes out all the past experience, it arrives with force, with fury, it comes head on, in your face.

It comes, and it conquers.

What will be, will be.

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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Irony

It's strange, that the cause of all pain, is the central ideal of many stories.

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Monday, April 24, 2006
Sleep

Repeatedly there seems to be a call for me to just close my eyes, and forget.

Sleep, I will, when it calls me to.



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Sleep - Be My Eternal Judge

I'm sleeping very often these days.

I wonder why?

Sleeep

ZZZZZ


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Sunday, April 23, 2006
8.47pm

It's 8.47pm, and the only thing on my mind is sleep. Tired, aching body, and yet incessantly worried over nothing.

Heh. Sick, I soon will be.

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Saturday, April 22, 2006
Corpse Analysis

-1-

Here's to a place that is now a tomb, filled with anguish, angst and sorrow.
Here's to a place that was once a haven of joy, where I wandered aimlessly.

A place, where it has seen it's change in fortunes,
A locale, where it has felt the mending of time.

Aimless I was so long ago, yet it was filled with joy unexplained.
Pointless, the wandering was, but it has made me whole.

To that piece of memory, that is now buried in this place.
To that moment of joy, now departed from this world.

-2-

If I were to die today, how would you have felt?
If I were to just fade away, would you cry and weep for me?

I doubt it. For you are not that kind of person.
To you I am but a tool, a pawn in your 'greater' plan.

To you, I am insignificant.
To you, I am a toy.

But there comes a time, when a toy hurts it's master.
And the master destroys the toy.

Should I die, I will die happy, for I have hurt you where it would hurt the most.
I have proven that you are merely mortal, as weak as any other creature.

--end--

HAHAHA! Quite dark and evil stuff.

Can't really find the raw joy to write something happy.

Eh, here's a few things I've read that is quite 'feel good' and funny.

“I used to think it was a terrible thing that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'what if life *were* fair, and all of the terrible things that happen to us came because we really deserved them?' Now I take great comfort in the general unfairness and hostility of the universe” Marcus Cole

You think she's an open book but you don't know which page to turn to, do you ?

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Friday, April 21, 2006
A Fallen Haze

There is this strange feeling that hangs around your heart when it happens, a feeling that somehow makes you lose energy to walk, a feeling that makes you want to lay back and forget what happened. A feeling that is associated with a hope or impression broken, never to be mended back again.

A mirror broken, never to be one again.

I don't know what brought such feeling, but I guess that is what happens. The one you looked up to, the person you admired, is merely a fallacy, a farce. An illusion, a lie.

The feeling stinks.

It's coated with disappointment, it's filled with false expectations, it's made of sorrow and disgust.

Here is, to the death of that 'illusion'. I thank you for that many years, I've looked to you as a great person, and I strive to exceed you.

It's time I look for another 'illusion' to fill your place.

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Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wants

Here's to a beginning filled with nothings,
here's to an end made of nothings.

Where was the dreams that once were?
Where was the passion that once was?

There no longer is there, what was once there.
There no longer will be, what used to be there.

I know you are a wonderful person, but you know why I have to kill you.
I know you possess countless virtue and good, and so I must an end to you.



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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Zeno & Reno - Shadows Edge


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"Run!" He screamed, but I couldn't see him. Frantic, I felt my heart pound, as I searched around for my partner.

"Dammit, where the hell are you!" I gripped my gun tighted, my eyes scanned as many points in the dark woods as quickly as possible for any trace of movement.

Well, there are actually a lot of movement. "Stop blowing, you freaking godforsaken wind!" The wind was shaking everything, and masking any movement that might be made by whatever monstrosity I am encountering.

"Reno!" I called out. "Where the fuck are you!"

I heard a mild screech and unnatural shake nearby, and I turned immediately, my gun aimed at the general direction, which happens to be a bush. Isn't it always bushes that shake?

"Come out, whatever shit you are!" Well, cold sweat ran down my cheek that moment, and inside I wished I didn't get myself into this 'hobby' of mine.

Bleh. Paranormal activities. Why did I have to bother?

The bush shaked again. "Oh for shit's sake, come out or I'll unload my entire magazine at you."

I gripped my gun a little tighter, my eyes and ears waiting for any slight indication of threat.

"Darn it, I'm in the bush, can't you just freaking help me!" A voice, and it was Reno's voice.

I ran over, pushed the bush aside, and saw Reno's leg had a deep gash through the middle. "My goodness, why didn't you just say you were here!"

"Hey, I'm bloody tired, and I still don't know where that creature is alive or not. I don't want to expose myself to that wolf or whatever name you call it."

"Bah!" I replied, while tying a white cloth over the wound.

shake shake rattle rattle

Instantly my gun was aimed at the place where the noise came from. "Screw you. Come out and let me blow your head off."

"Zeno, you really need to stop cursing. It's getting on my nerves."

"Shut you yapping, Reno." I replied. "Now, come out whatever you are."

The moment I heard a wolf-like growl, I pressed the trigger as many times as I could.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

The noise stopped, and except for the trash talking between me and Reno, there wasn't any other major source of noise pollution in the dark woods.

"Well, looks like it's dead." I said.

"So, let's get our bounty, a doctor and some stuff to eat. I'm bloody hungry."

"Shut up. You are bloody heavy you know."

"Can't blame me. That thing injured my leg."


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Bad Habit 01

I really should stop sleeping so late. It's bad for my health.

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Tuesday, April 18, 2006
A00006


-1-

Their faces flicker by, so fast I could not recall every one who walked past.
Their faces, matter not. For their faces will soon be forgotten anyhow, for what they looked like will not be a lingering memory. Their presence is temporary, their smile, their voice is merely momentary.

Soon their voice shall fade into eternity, as did so many others. Their voice drowned and devoured by the unending hymn of the dark and silent.

Why listen? Why pay attention? All will soon enter into nothingness, a bleak void feared more than death. Listening and attention soon becomes pointless, meaningless.

Those, are the voices of a nihilistic kind. A race that lacked meaning, a race that lacked purpose. Without purpose, they become one of the silent, one entangled in the webs of eternal suspension and lack of thought.

Nihilist! Mankind shall be brought to doom by the lack of meaning!


-2-

The rustling of leaves as the wind blows, became the tune that played in his mind. The soft murmurs of the waves, it's lapping music, was comparable to the music of a skilled musician who plays with water.

He felt the slight tickle of the sand as he pulled his feet out of it, he felt small rocks rubbed against his skin, shells and remains of the sea touching and massaging the surface of his feet.

Azurean seas stretching far into the horizon, light yellow sands decorating the shoreline and becomes the boundary between water and the emerald forests behind.

This, was his paradise.

-3-

(starcraft ripoff)

Alien.

This is the alien world.

The sound of guns firing, explosions and laser beams.

"Bloody shit! When the fuck are these bugs going to stop bothering my arse!" The marine aimed his gun at a leaping bug, and let the bullets spew out. "Oh, Another faggot critter!" (BANG BANG BANG)

Another marine rolled over, "How much bullets you have left?"

"I don't know" He screamed, and he fired a few more bullets at another critter.

"Oh fuck! Try to look at it, k?"

"No time. These freaking bugs just keep on coming!" He blasted a few more bugs.

-to be continued-




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Monday, April 17, 2006
Sneeze-athon

Who was cursing me so bad today?

Blardy I sneezed like SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many times.

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A Topic To Inspire Headaches

What, exactly can make me headache?

Well. Everything.

Here's one.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

Look him up, try to understand what he means. Quite an interesting fella.

It's interesting on what ultimately drives us people to do what we do?

But most importantly, he criticizes (or at least gives me that impression) altruism. Altruism stinks. It makes the weak remain weak.

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Sunday, April 16, 2006
End Credits

Ever sat back to enjoy the end credits?

I did. Once.

I went to a cinema totally alone, so I had no reason to rush myself to leave. No one was with me, no one was waiting, no one was pushing me to leave.

I sat, and let the music play on and on.

Dunno what was with me at that day anyway... Prolly something wrong.

HAHAHA. Just telling u something that happened quite a long time ago.

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Saturday, April 15, 2006
Limitations

Don't try to bite more than you can chew. You'll end up choking.
Don't try to read more than you can absorb. You'll mix everything up.
Don't try to work more than you can stand. You'll end up having muscle pains.
Don't try to understand more than mental limits. You'll end up with a splitting headache.

I, am having a very bad headache right now. Very VERY BAD headache.

STUDY TOPIC(S) FOR THE MOMENT!

Paradox
Logic
Mechanics

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No story today. Can't find a decent one to write, what more with my bloody hell of a headache.

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Officially Decommissioned

Streamyx... SUCKS!

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Thursday, April 13, 2006
10 Dimensions

You know you're not feeling normal when you start going to wikipedia and read on complex physics. In my case, I'm reading about String Theory. I'll prolly end up blur and go read something else, but still, it's bloody... interesting.

Oh man. What the hell am I reading physics when I'm studying accounts. No idea, but string theory, claims there is 10 Dimensions...

That, is sooooooooo... COOL! What's the other 6? I Really wonder.




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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Dunno What To Write Here

Seriously, these days I'm out of topic to write. Oh curse the bloody inspiration (aka, muse) that refuse to grant me the burst of ideas to write some shit to post in this place.

Eh, abuthen, I always don't have ideas.

HAHA..

So, here's some shit I made up while typing right now.

---1---

Idiot: Hey! What the fuck are you doing to my car?
Me: Nothing.
Idiot: Then why does my car have scratches?
Me: Because someone else scratched you car.
Idiot: Oh.

--2---

It buzzed and hummed in his ears, he held it close, so close he could feel the energy that passes through it.

'Swoosh' And a burst of energy, akin to those of a solar flare, erupted.

Again, another swoosh and he could feel himself being pushed back. Another one, he swiftly moved it to parry the coming strike...

--3--

Hello, and good morning/afternoon/evening depending on when or where you are reading this.

Today, we have an interview with Mr. Lucifer.

Interviewer: Good day. So, let's get to the point. What drove you to be evil?
Lucifer: People like you.
Interviewer: (surprised) How did people like me drove you to the evil path?
Lucifer: Your nonsensical squabblings.
Interviewer: (WTF!) Oh... And how did it do what it did?
Lucifer: Your ugly face was the last straw.
Interviewer: (fuming mad) Security, get this asshat out of here! CUT!CUT!
Lucifer: (Hoarse voice) NO ONE KICKS ME OUT! (summons a huge glaive and slashes the interviewer in half)

A pause, but the camera is still rolling.

Lucifer: Now, I'm your host. That was a demonstration of evil. Now, that looks pretty fun, doesn't it? Why don't you join me?

-Advertisement pops out-

JOIN THE DEMON LORD EVIL ARMY NOW.

Uncle Lucifer wants you.

Please call 01-666-666-666 to apply.


-all applicants will be brainwashed and possessed-



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[end post]

HAHAHA

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Drawings 02


Practicing photoshop. This time around, purely digital. I didn't do any scanning or drawing beforehand.

Eh. Let me tell u what I am for when it comes to arts.

Just go to my links there, go to CGTALK, and the CGchoice gallery - 2d/illustration. That's the level I want to reach. Well, I won't reach there ever, but then, I can always hope.

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Boom!

I slept very long today. Woke up at 2.00pm++

So, I feel GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

HAHAHAHAH

Must be chocolate high.. Must be coffee high.

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Monday, April 10, 2006
Oh Snap

Darn...

My muscles are bloody aching!

So bloody painful. Argh.

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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Xzibit - LAX

I have this song in my head right now.

It's in Need For Speed Underground 2. I love it so much I even have it in my phone!


Xzibit
L.A.X.

You better get ready for the war

[Chorus]
It's so frustratin, so many hatin
Somebody gon' make me break the law
But I ain't waitin, there's no escapin
You better get ready for the war

[Verse One]
A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it
You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit
X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin I fail
Cause if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail
I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell
In my jet black McLaren with my mademoiselle
I'm strong-arm steady, you fragile and frail
You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell
Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball
You getting shutd own soon as I touch down
Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down
Fully automatic spittin rounds with no sound
Break down your whole regime, like an M-16
Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean
And the spring that's connected to the firin pin
That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin

[Hook: Xzibit]
Look ma top of the world, the best of the best
King California, L-A-X
Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects
One man, one gun, how the West was won - sing!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Verse Two]
Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate
Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate
I ride through my city like a presidential candidate
L-A-X, Phantom double-R, and accelerate
Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate
Generation hate, appetite to eliminate
X-Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate
Traffic contraband, yeah banned through the interstate
Got a sick flow - didn't know? Let me demonstrate
Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate
The left hand lands and the right hand devastates
Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate
Irate, get snatched to a better place
Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape
Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake
In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase

[Hook]

[Chorus - 2X]

[Outro]
...
You better get ready for the war


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A Moment To Enjoy

I finally had the peace of mind to enjoy a very wonderful song.

It's from the Los Angeles Concert, 'More friends from Final Fantasy'

At Zanarkand, by the World Festival Symphony Orchestra.

Very Pretty, very relaxing, and very wishful.

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Saturday, April 08, 2006
Daily Rant

Tired...

Exhausted...

Weary...

Numb...

Drained...

Dunno what's been wrong with me these days. Constantly feel tired, constantly feel empty, constantly feeling that I'm fighting a war, and I'm fighting alone.

Emotions are a weakness. The lack of it is the greatest advantage the machines have over us.

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Oh darn, stick to one kind of music, pls?

HAHAHA

I love all sorts of music.

Recent turn ons, 'dance/techno/trance'

What a big 'Swt' maker.

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(Magic + Master)Card = LOL

4 Starlit Sanctums = RM 1.00x4 (at most)
4 Remininsce = RM 1.50x4 (at most)
4 Daru Spiritualist = RM1.50x4 (at most)
4 Lightning Greaves = Rm3x4

Total cost = RM28+ RM10 For the other commons
= RM38

The look on your opponents face when you have infinite life.... = PRICELESS.

There are some thing money can't buy, but for everything else, there's Mastercard.

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Partial Credits to Chee Yuen. Still can't get over the bloody mastercard advertisement.

Ads are powerful. Very powerful.

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OH YEAH. A nice trance/techno song to listen to. BT's The First Race, from the Fast and The Furious OST. very rhythmic.

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Friday, April 07, 2006
A circle isn't enough

Try to decipher what I meant.

Just try.

I'll post what it means some time later.

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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
A Glimpse Into My Life

I'll tell you about 2 events that happened today, and my summary of it.

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I took a stroll, with my dog today. It was a beautiful time for walking, a beautiful time for me to think. The sky was dimly blue, with a vibrant streak of orange across it, like an artist's stroke across a painting. There were some slightly fluffy clouds, it's edges painted orange by the setting sun.

I walked, and there was nothing to say. There wasn't the need to say anything. It was... relaxing. Inside I felt contented, and as I walked, I couldn't help smiling, inside and outside.

I looked up into the sky, there was a lone passenger plane in the sky, behind it is the orange stripe, and as it flew across it, walking the dog, seemed like a short glimpse of heaven.

The silence was wondrous, comfortable. There wasn't the need to speak. If such a silence could develop between 2 people... If only...

Why, oh why could it be the same between people? Why couldn't we just sit together without having the need to say anything?

I didn't understand why people liked to walk a dog, until today. There was a silence that somehow soothes, a silence that doesn't tense a person up. Why is it, that when amongst people, we have to speak?

My muscles were all relaxed, my heartbeat was slow, and I let my dog pull me along.

It was so different compared to how I felt amongst people, all tense and anxious.

No wonder some people love animals. The silence that appears between them isn't weighted down by silly, suspicious thinking, or the urge to say something just to break the silence. There's no bias, no judgment, no preconceptions, no first impressions, no expectations.

I'll take walks with my dog more often now. No words need to be said, but there was a fondness, a closeness, an intimacy that is light when we want it to be, heavy when we want it.

No wonder dogs are men's best friend. The relaxation sure beats the stress of socializing, if it wasn't getting dark, I'd prolly walked a bigger round.

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It was during one of the breaks in between classes, and I looked from the awning down to the shops below.

The wind was blowing, and it was like a soothing touch, almost like a... a... well, can't really find the word for it. Maybe you can say it literally felt like the wind was hugging me. It was sometimes strong, sometimes light, and it made me feel, to be honest, like it did it to calm my spirits.

Heh. Maybe I'm perasan, but hell, I liked the feeling very much.

The wind should blow like that more often.

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Quite a supernatural day today, although the trip was, well, not as enjoyable as I hoped it would be. Although the snooker part was awesome. Maybe I should have stayed on for the second game instead of joining the rest of the group. Maybe then I would have enjoyed the trip more.

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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
A00005

--1--

Here it lies broken into pieces,
I try to put back the pieces,
yet it breaks into smaller pieces,
until there are countless pieces.

Unfazed I try again, a little more careful,
Yet nothing is different when I'm careful,

So I walked away when it seemed futile,
Yet a voice said nothing ever was futile.

Why is that so? I asked into nowhere.
It is meant to be, answered from nowhere.

Disheartened inside and I walked away,
The pieces gathered as I was away,
Somehow it only healed when I'm away,
Since then, there is no fear of being away.

I returned, and it was whole once again,
To see it whole, made me smile again,
Reminded of life's fortitude I am again,
If so, I would someday let it break again.

--2---

Only in trying too hard that I have learnt,
That there is always too much to be learnt.

Once more it was the very truth,
that we can never see the truth.

Where am I, in this sea of people?
A small part of this sea of people.

--3--

I want a little too much of you,
and yet I too am sick of you,
I want to hear nothing of you,
yet I couldn't help ask about you.

--4--

There it goes, the Aston Martin Vanquish,
Sleek, fast and stylish, it is the Vanquish.

OMG, I am in love with the Vanquish.
Since I saw it on MTV Cribs, oh the Vanquish.
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I really nothing to do. HAHA. Wrote it.

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Too much neon

NEON LIGHTS. NEON NEON NEON NEON NEON.

I'm only thinking about neon rite now. Screw. Neon.

Engine Neon.
Trunk Neon.
Underglow neon.
Funky colored lights.

I know ppl complain how sucky NFSU2 was compared to NFSMW. But WHO gives a fuck. My com only can support Underground 2 without lag at moderate graphics, but MW lags even on 640x480.

I WANT A NEW FUCKING COM.

and NEON LIGHTS to decor the com. Neon, neon neon. I even dreamt of neon. This is really, really sad. Neon possession. Neon = A type of gas. Neon = OMGNESS. Neon = HOLY SHIT!

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Monday, April 03, 2006
The LAN SUBJECT MADNESS

Oh screw the thing.

I managed to get 18 pages done, without pictures. (that's with large fonts, dbl line spacing formatting and stuff, so actually i only have 9 pages worth of stuff)

I need more, but i'm so lazy to do the read, translate and type part.

Where the hell are my teammates?

HAHAHA. But then, how'd they help me when the book is in my hands? SIgh~

JUST A BIG FAT sigh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
First Thing I'd Buy If I had RM10,000

A NEW COMPUTER!

(screw my current one. I'm lagging...)

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