Hmm, I was thinking of a random dump today... and well I guess nothing would be more random than treating you guys to Chapter Eleven of my current piece Lunatic Moon. Without further delay, I present:
She ran on, not knowing where she was going. Her legs moved, carrying her forward at their own will.
Panting, she kept on running until her legs gave way, sending her crumpling into an unceremonious heap on the ground. Panting, she struggled to her feet. It was night now, she had been sprinting for the whole day and her legs had brought her into the middle of a forest clearing.
I killed him… I killed an innocent person… with these hands… with them… I killed him!
Her heart beating wildly in her throat, she slowly walked through the clearing. Her trained nose suddenly picked up the faint odor of death and decay.
Strange… what would be rotting somewhere nearby?
The stench led her toward a tree in the forest. Skewered to the tree by two spears was the rotting corpse of a dwarf, maggots gnawing hungrily at his decomposing flesh. Twisted remains of what used to be a rifle lay beneath his feet, covered in dry cakes of blood.
Why would a dwarf be skewered to a tree rotting here? But more importantly… those spears… they seem familiar. Her curiosity took her mind temporarily off her confusion.
I remember now. Demon Dinner Forks… Yes, mistress Remilia… no, Balanar… that bastard was here.
Her fingers trembled as they wrapped themselves around the spears pinning the corpse to the tree. The dwarf slid to the ground with a dull thud.
Mistress Remilia… you’re nearby aren’t you? Just where are you?
“I believe that now is not the time to be worrying about a dead dwarf.” An emotionless voice spoke from behind her.
She turned around.
Blue tentacles quivered slowly, framing a face which consisted of only two slits serving as eyes. Inside them, she saw emptiness.
“Dark… terror…” she choked.
“Indeed. What, are you surprised?”
“Didn’t I… didn’t I… kill you?”
“Yes, you might have. I guess I was just lucky, before you killed the real me, my instincts kicked me slightly back through time. Of course, you had totally destroyed my body upon my return, so I had to spend some time rebuilding everything from scratch.”
“So… I didn’t kill you?”
“No, but that was certainly a painful episode. You’ll have to take responsibility for dissecting me. So…”
Sakuya’s eyes narrowed. Her eyes flashed teal as she drew her knife. Darkterror let loose a gurgling laugh, not finishing his sentence.
In unison, they charged, Darkterror whipping out a spiked mace from the folds of his clothing, Sakuya’s knife swinging toward the line across his throat.
He is weak now. Much of his energy has been squandered to rebuild his body. The way he is now, another cutting of his lines is what it’ll take to completely erase him from this world. He can’t step back through time anymore.
Her slash missed as Darkterror crouched low. In a flash, he who was lower than her aimed for her neck and drove his mace upward. Sakuya parried it. She retreated, putting some distance between them.
Her movement of retreating without moving her legs really resembles a spider, Darkterror thought. But, even so, does she know what good are legs if they can’t move?
“Ansuz, Fier, Dist!” Darkterror chanted as he continued to parry Sakuya’s vicious onslaught of slashes, invoking one of his most powerful spells, one that literally stopped the progress of time within a given radius.
A blue dome blanketed the area as he completed his incantation, specks of light rising slowly from the ground toward the skies. Darkterror laughed in mirth as Sakuya was frozen solid, locked by time in the midst of her attack.
As he sauntered forward, ready to bring his mace crashing onto her head, he noticed Sakuya’s eye twitch slightly. A split second later, her knife was already bearing down onto his unprotected forehead.
Had he missed that little twitch, she would’ve literally cut his head apart like a carving knife would a turkey.
Standing up after his unceremonious barrel roll backward, he glared at Sakuya.
“How could you have been able to move within my Chronosphere?”
“I don’t know,” Sakuya replied calmly as she walked forward. “I just learned how to toy with the flow of time to minimize the time I took doing my jobs at the mansion.
“So… die here.”
The moment she said that, the curtains descended upon the stage. She raised her knife-bearing arm.
She’ll definitely throw her knife, Darkterror predicted and readied his body for her assault.
They both had only one weapon. If he deflected it, she would lose her weapon. And he would kill her.
“Cruel Blood…”
She came like a banshee. The tucked arm moved to his side instantly in anticipation of her advance.
Preparing herself for the death blow, she turned her back to him.
Swoosh! She turned like a top.
Woosh! The glimmer of the knife as it cut through the air. Darkterror watched it with his eyes and judged that he could repel the blade. As he raised his mace, she came into his vision.
What kind of trick is this? As if swayed by the moonlight, she had taken off into the air, her back still toward him. At the peak of her leap, she flipped, her head moving down. At a nightmarish speed, along with the knife she threw, she came.
When Darkterror realized it, he was already in a pinch. If he hit her, the lower half of his body would be cleanly cut away. If he didn’t, then it would be death.
Everything happened too fast. Instinctively, he had parried the knife and the impact shook his entire body. As he reeled, she grabbed his head. With a sickening crunch, the bones in his neck gave way.
“…Izayoi.”
She said, landing deftly on her feet without a sound, her hands lifting up the hem of her skirt elegantly, her figure hunched in a slight bow, signaling the end of her miraculous dance beneath the moon.
Darkterror stood, his head torqued backwards, his body still not realizing its death.
Beneath the silver moon, a maid calmly took apart the same body she had dismantled earlier, a faint smile playing on her beautiful face.
... Yep, that's what I have in store for my readers at the DA forums. Though for a clearer idea of Sakuya's attack, I had my friend Robin Larsson make me a video.
Yes, as you can see, it's based in Nanaya's Last Arc, which is one of my favourite Last Arc Drives. I really think I should include Ryougi's Last Arc too next time =)
Oh yes, and we all love you, Lily Chong <3
Friday, 26 March 2010
Thursday, 18 March 2010
19/03/2010
Wow, it's nearly been a month since I last came back to this little retreat of mine. Hmm, let's see.... pages set... music...
.... set?
All right, now that the music has been selected, let the waltz begin.
Now really, what's bothering me this morning? I'm supposed to have a microbiology class later, but something in me tells me I have to be here, that this is the place to be. I must admit, my life has been quite a roller coaster since I came back from vacation. And NO I'm not talking about CoalGuys dropping Qwaser and me having to switch to Chibi-Doki and then SubDESU.
Anyways I was wondering what to write for today (well to be honest I was itching to write this Chinese love story thingy which had been circling in my mind for a long long time, I mean, writing a mushy love story in Chinese DOES really sound like my kind of thing, but the thought of typing it out sorta turned me off so...) and I accidentally leaked this thought to a CERTAIN SOMEONE, who promptly threw herself into this post.
So, who is this CERTAIN SOMEONE? この謎の美少女は誰(that roughly translates to who is this mysterious *ahem* beauty)？
She goes by the name Lily Chong. Yea, Lily as in the flower, 百合 in Japanese (this was what I learned from my first Kara no Kyoukai DVD).
I wonder myself, since when did I actually start talking to her?
Let's see.... after some sifting through my chat logs... here we have the result.
Date was January 20,2010, a Wednesday.
"(3:31 PM) Lilia: oi
(3:31 PM) 両義 志貴- 直視の魔眼: ohai
(3:31 PM) Lilia: the visa thingy right...
(3:31 PM) 両義 志貴- 直視の魔眼: yep
(3:31 PM) Lilia: we have to do it fast!! "
Now I remember, we were supposed to leave Volgograd for winter holidays on the same train. And when I was in England, I always clicked on her for conversations, because she was one of those who were online and actually replied.
Before the trip,
"(3:44 PM) Lilia: ull do fine
n go off to UK happily "
I was really scared that time, I mean it was one or two days before my histology exam and I still had so much left to cover! But she was totally calm and even gave me a confidence boost.
Well I know it's kind of weird, but we actually started talking like 2 years after our first encounter. That time I was still in my pre-med course, and she was in her first year. Yeah you know, the funny thing was, there was this Malay guy in MY batch who was after her.
Well being the nosy one I was, I went upstairs and asked a buddy of mine, "so who is this Lily Chong girl? She hot?" and promptly gained access to a couple of photos.
To be honest, my first impression of her was that she was one of those お嬢様 or 女王様 type of girls, a.k.a. those extra arrogant girls, but I guess I was wrong eh?
But she turned out to be the exact opposite, and as the way I put it to her the other night, she was no arrogant girl. On the opposite, she's quite modest, and that actually goes for both her ex-roommates Min Xin and Sheh Yi. Well, in my words, I'd put it like:
"(4:05 PM) Liliakonu.: but many ppl say their first impression of me is - lansi
(4:05 PM) 両義 志貴: how you guys treated the new padfak people
no lies
(4:05 PM) 両義 志貴: my first impression of you, sheh yi and min xin
lansi
=O
(4:06 PM) Liliakonu.: hahaha
cool
but why
:S
(4:06 PM) 両義 志貴: but well
(4:06 PM) 両義 志貴: I reached out to you people
and you guys reached out to me
and I was like
"hey that's cool, I could get used to this"?
(4:06 PM) Liliakonu.: lol yea n u eventually fell in love
"
I'd scratch that last part, but I'm just lazy. Hmm, since we're already here... I guess it really wouldn't hurt to dedicate this song to her, would it?
.... set?
All right, now that the music has been selected, let the waltz begin.
Now really, what's bothering me this morning? I'm supposed to have a microbiology class later, but something in me tells me I have to be here, that this is the place to be. I must admit, my life has been quite a roller coaster since I came back from vacation. And NO I'm not talking about CoalGuys dropping Qwaser and me having to switch to Chibi-Doki and then SubDESU.
Anyways I was wondering what to write for today (well to be honest I was itching to write this Chinese love story thingy which had been circling in my mind for a long long time, I mean, writing a mushy love story in Chinese DOES really sound like my kind of thing, but the thought of typing it out sorta turned me off so...) and I accidentally leaked this thought to a CERTAIN SOMEONE, who promptly threw herself into this post.
So, who is this CERTAIN SOMEONE? この謎の美少女は誰(that roughly translates to who is this mysterious *ahem* beauty)？
She goes by the name Lily Chong. Yea, Lily as in the flower, 百合 in Japanese (this was what I learned from my first Kara no Kyoukai DVD).
I wonder myself, since when did I actually start talking to her?
Let's see.... after some sifting through my chat logs... here we have the result.
Date was January 20,2010, a Wednesday.
"(3:31 PM) Lilia: oi
(3:31 PM) 両義 志貴- 直視の魔眼: ohai
(3:31 PM) Lilia: the visa thingy right...
(3:31 PM) 両義 志貴- 直視の魔眼: yep
(3:31 PM) Lilia: we have to do it fast!! "
Now I remember, we were supposed to leave Volgograd for winter holidays on the same train. And when I was in England, I always clicked on her for conversations, because she was one of those who were online and actually replied.
Before the trip,
"(3:44 PM) Lilia: ull do fine
n go off to UK happily "
I was really scared that time, I mean it was one or two days before my histology exam and I still had so much left to cover! But she was totally calm and even gave me a confidence boost.
Well I know it's kind of weird, but we actually started talking like 2 years after our first encounter. That time I was still in my pre-med course, and she was in her first year. Yeah you know, the funny thing was, there was this Malay guy in MY batch who was after her.
Well being the nosy one I was, I went upstairs and asked a buddy of mine, "so who is this Lily Chong girl? She hot?" and promptly gained access to a couple of photos.
To be honest, my first impression of her was that she was one of those お嬢様 or 女王様 type of girls, a.k.a. those extra arrogant girls, but I guess I was wrong eh?
But she turned out to be the exact opposite, and as the way I put it to her the other night, she was no arrogant girl. On the opposite, she's quite modest, and that actually goes for both her ex-roommates Min Xin and Sheh Yi. Well, in my words, I'd put it like:
"(4:05 PM) Liliakonu.: but many ppl say their first impression of me is - lansi
(4:05 PM) 両義 志貴: how you guys treated the new padfak people
no lies
(4:05 PM) 両義 志貴: my first impression of you, sheh yi and min xin
lansi
=O
(4:06 PM) Liliakonu.: hahaha
cool
but why
:S
(4:06 PM) 両義 志貴: but well
(4:06 PM) 両義 志貴: I reached out to you people
and you guys reached out to me
and I was like
"hey that's cool, I could get used to this"?
(4:06 PM) Liliakonu.: lol yea n u eventually fell in love
"
I'd scratch that last part, but I'm just lazy. Hmm, since we're already here... I guess it really wouldn't hurt to dedicate this song to her, would it?
Monday, 22 February 2010
23/02/2010
Noticed I had a fetish for placing dates as my blog post entry titles. Meh, not like it really matters. I sit here now, on a chair piled with my clothes, my fingers dancing a waltz on my keyboard. And why is that so? What has awakened the slumbering spirit?
People really do think only of themselves, don't they? As long as they're satisfied, as long as they get what they want, it hardly matters what the others think, neither does it matter what happens to others.
So, people were gambling this last night. In a hostel room. I think I might've mentioned this before, but a hostel room has 4 people staying in it. So really now, what happens when 3 out of 4 are gambling in the room, and the remaining one wants to sleep?
Well, this one person happened to be my "son", and seeing that he really wasn't going to get a good sleep in that room (no one can really sleep in a room where gambling takes place, right? With people yelling every time they lose or win.... All right I'll spare your ears from my rants about gambling today, but probably not next time), being the responsible "parent" I was, I decided to offer him a place to sleep in my room, a.k.a. my bed.
Really now, had they seen an occupant of the room wanting some sleep, couldn't they have called it a day and just dispersed? It was 3am in the morning. Now I don't really like to comment on peoples' actions, because I tend to end up flaming, which I really AM determined to avoid at all costs this time.
Letting him sleep in my bed proved to be a mistake, and a right decision at the same time. The right thing about it was, he got a place to sleep. The wrong thing was, I didn't.
But it really wasn't much of a problem for me then, as I was languishing in his bed in his place, fiddling with my DSi, a hobby I picked up recently. Until I got bored, which was... 40-50 minutes later? I decided to go back to my room and call it a night. Until I sat down and talked to Kev-Chan for a bit via MSN, I realized the pinch I was in. Yep, that's right, my bunk was occupied, and I really don't think my roommate would appreciate... you know what.
I was contemplating sleeping at my desk (well it was just going to be a 3-4 hour sleep, so it really didn't matter much, did it?). Until I remembered my 7-pound sleeping bag lying idly in my cupboard.
Retrieving it, I spread the bag, and the next problem hit me squarely in the head. I have a small room. A really small room. Positioning the bag where no one would tread on it was tough, but sleeping proved to be tougher. At first I thought I'd do what I did in Cambridge : place a book under my head and sleep off. Until I tried it, and realized that the floor in Cambridge was cruelly different from that of my room. It wasn't comfortable, and hurt real bad after some time.
Tossed and turned around in discomfort, with my rage building inside. Until I couldn't take it anymore and sat up, rummaged in my drawer for Piriton (I know it's flu medicine, but I just wanted its sedative properties),and expressed my rage via MSN. Then I lay back and awaited the effects of the medicine to kick in. Which, although it did, didn't help me go to sleep. My roommate was out gambling earlier, with them, and when he came back, I was lying on the floor idly, pretending to sleep, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
Well really now. Out of courtesy, they said I could sleep in my son's bed. But in reality, who would sleep in that noisy hellhole of a room? I'd end up getting no sleep anyways. And the infuriating part was they were totally okay with him not sleeping in his room. Right, I'll stop here before things get out of hand. There really are stuff that I should keep to myself at times.
Wow goddamn I hate gambling. Playing cards is fine, but when it comes to money, let's just put it that way : there ARE better ways to spend that stuff. I've seen enough havoc wrought by gambling in my 19 years of life, and I'd probably see more later on, but one thing for sure, I will never be involved in it.
In a way, learning a language people don't understand does have its pros. No one knows what you're saying, when you're blatantly cursing or scolding them. I doubt they would care, but the only reason I do things is for teh lulz, which means as long as it satisfies myself, I don't care whether my actions are comprehended or not. That doesn't mean I don't care how my actions affect people though. By the way, Chinese New Year does not necessarily mean gambling. EVER.
Hive-mind successfully invoked, I leave now. Peace.
People really do think only of themselves, don't they? As long as they're satisfied, as long as they get what they want, it hardly matters what the others think, neither does it matter what happens to others.
So, people were gambling this last night. In a hostel room. I think I might've mentioned this before, but a hostel room has 4 people staying in it. So really now, what happens when 3 out of 4 are gambling in the room, and the remaining one wants to sleep?
Well, this one person happened to be my "son", and seeing that he really wasn't going to get a good sleep in that room (no one can really sleep in a room where gambling takes place, right? With people yelling every time they lose or win.... All right I'll spare your ears from my rants about gambling today, but probably not next time), being the responsible "parent" I was, I decided to offer him a place to sleep in my room, a.k.a. my bed.
Really now, had they seen an occupant of the room wanting some sleep, couldn't they have called it a day and just dispersed? It was 3am in the morning. Now I don't really like to comment on peoples' actions, because I tend to end up flaming, which I really AM determined to avoid at all costs this time.
Letting him sleep in my bed proved to be a mistake, and a right decision at the same time. The right thing about it was, he got a place to sleep. The wrong thing was, I didn't.
But it really wasn't much of a problem for me then, as I was languishing in his bed in his place, fiddling with my DSi, a hobby I picked up recently. Until I got bored, which was... 40-50 minutes later? I decided to go back to my room and call it a night. Until I sat down and talked to Kev-Chan for a bit via MSN, I realized the pinch I was in. Yep, that's right, my bunk was occupied, and I really don't think my roommate would appreciate... you know what.
I was contemplating sleeping at my desk (well it was just going to be a 3-4 hour sleep, so it really didn't matter much, did it?). Until I remembered my 7-pound sleeping bag lying idly in my cupboard.
Retrieving it, I spread the bag, and the next problem hit me squarely in the head. I have a small room. A really small room. Positioning the bag where no one would tread on it was tough, but sleeping proved to be tougher. At first I thought I'd do what I did in Cambridge : place a book under my head and sleep off. Until I tried it, and realized that the floor in Cambridge was cruelly different from that of my room. It wasn't comfortable, and hurt real bad after some time.
Tossed and turned around in discomfort, with my rage building inside. Until I couldn't take it anymore and sat up, rummaged in my drawer for Piriton (I know it's flu medicine, but I just wanted its sedative properties),and expressed my rage via MSN. Then I lay back and awaited the effects of the medicine to kick in. Which, although it did, didn't help me go to sleep. My roommate was out gambling earlier, with them, and when he came back, I was lying on the floor idly, pretending to sleep, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
Well really now. Out of courtesy, they said I could sleep in my son's bed. But in reality, who would sleep in that noisy hellhole of a room? I'd end up getting no sleep anyways. And the infuriating part was they were totally okay with him not sleeping in his room. Right, I'll stop here before things get out of hand. There really are stuff that I should keep to myself at times.
Wow goddamn I hate gambling. Playing cards is fine, but when it comes to money, let's just put it that way : there ARE better ways to spend that stuff. I've seen enough havoc wrought by gambling in my 19 years of life, and I'd probably see more later on, but one thing for sure, I will never be involved in it.
In a way, learning a language people don't understand does have its pros. No one knows what you're saying, when you're blatantly cursing or scolding them. I doubt they would care, but the only reason I do things is for teh lulz, which means as long as it satisfies myself, I don't care whether my actions are comprehended or not. That doesn't mean I don't care how my actions affect people though. By the way, Chinese New Year does not necessarily mean gambling. EVER.
Hive-mind successfully invoked, I leave now. Peace.
Monday, 11 January 2010
11/01/2010
Wow, it's been a month since I actually visited this place. Well, maybe this time I DID take a break from writing, now that I think about it, I really haven't worked on Lunatic Moon for 3 weeks! This isn't good.
Though worse is exams are coming soon. Again. 15th of January - Anatomy. 21st of January - Histology. Each with two or three semesters worth of material to study.
To start of with, anatomy wouldn't have been such a nightmare RIGHT NOW if our teacher had decided to be diligent for once, which he obviously didn't, thus resulting in us slacking off, and culminating in us not going to classes at all.
And now, we're paying for it. The situation, in a sense is like this:
Where we're Sion, and the chief of the anatomy department is Shiki.
Possibly one of the worst nightmares one can possibly imagine, studying anatomy takes into account everything inside the human body. The worst part of anatomy is probably the cardiovascular system, and the nervous system. Much complications.
Histology might not be such a nightmare after all. At least the teacher wasn't much of a slacker and we managed tog et some studying done along the semester. Five days of studying should do the trick, I guess.
In a way, this has been the weirdest exam period ever. You don't usually study for a bit, log into IRC, spam a couple of Final Arcs, log out. Neither do you turn on music, plug in your earphones and sing along with the songs. You'd usually be tensed up and studying, and flipping through your books. As for the earphones, you'd probably be biting the rubber off the wires. If you're in such a situation, that is.
But then even now, I think I shall take my leave, and resume what i was doing:
That's right, watching MBAA videos.
Though worse is exams are coming soon. Again. 15th of January - Anatomy. 21st of January - Histology. Each with two or three semesters worth of material to study.
To start of with, anatomy wouldn't have been such a nightmare RIGHT NOW if our teacher had decided to be diligent for once, which he obviously didn't, thus resulting in us slacking off, and culminating in us not going to classes at all.
And now, we're paying for it. The situation, in a sense is like this:
Where we're Sion, and the chief of the anatomy department is Shiki.
Possibly one of the worst nightmares one can possibly imagine, studying anatomy takes into account everything inside the human body. The worst part of anatomy is probably the cardiovascular system, and the nervous system. Much complications.
Histology might not be such a nightmare after all. At least the teacher wasn't much of a slacker and we managed tog et some studying done along the semester. Five days of studying should do the trick, I guess.
In a way, this has been the weirdest exam period ever. You don't usually study for a bit, log into IRC, spam a couple of Final Arcs, log out. Neither do you turn on music, plug in your earphones and sing along with the songs. You'd usually be tensed up and studying, and flipping through your books. As for the earphones, you'd probably be biting the rubber off the wires. If you're in such a situation, that is.
But then even now, I think I shall take my leave, and resume what i was doing:
That's right, watching MBAA videos.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Randomness On The Eve of A Test
So here I am, sitting before my laptop, trying in vain to take in the contents of the stack of histology notes before me. Well it's not like I'm studying because there's this test coming up tomorrow, but more like because it's for the sake of myself (tsundere reaction ftw!).
These few recent days have been pretty bad for me, I must say. Our hostel commandant, a total bitch, decided to change every single window in the hostel. And she didn't even have to common sense to have had them changed over summer. Brainless bitch... is brainless.
That's the least of my worries though. Somehow, I strained the muscles in my waist. Which means excruciating pain when I try to bend it. Total torture. Not to mention, I sleep on the top bunk of a double decker bed. Which makes matters worse. Obviously. Climbing up is a problem within itself, but so is climbing down!
Due to the above stated reason, I decided to not attend Russian class (which I thought would definitely be A-OK because I rarely, if not never skipped class) and stay home to rest my ripped waist. Turned out that my teacher wasn't pleased, for she thought I was taking advantage of her kindness, and I'm in for a serious berating on Saturday.
Furthermore, I accidentally scorched my lip with a pincer drenched with sizzling oil. Now I have a patch of blackened skin on my lower lip. And it hurts. Really badly. Also, it looks terribly out of place. Horrible.
And due to THAT, I got in a row with a friend of mine. Well of course I wouldn't elaborate much on the details, but that's that.
My remedy though, to cure even the worst of days, is this awesome song.
These few recent days have been pretty bad for me, I must say. Our hostel commandant, a total bitch, decided to change every single window in the hostel. And she didn't even have to common sense to have had them changed over summer. Brainless bitch... is brainless.
That's the least of my worries though. Somehow, I strained the muscles in my waist. Which means excruciating pain when I try to bend it. Total torture. Not to mention, I sleep on the top bunk of a double decker bed. Which makes matters worse. Obviously. Climbing up is a problem within itself, but so is climbing down!
Due to the above stated reason, I decided to not attend Russian class (which I thought would definitely be A-OK because I rarely, if not never skipped class) and stay home to rest my ripped waist. Turned out that my teacher wasn't pleased, for she thought I was taking advantage of her kindness, and I'm in for a serious berating on Saturday.
Furthermore, I accidentally scorched my lip with a pincer drenched with sizzling oil. Now I have a patch of blackened skin on my lower lip. And it hurts. Really badly. Also, it looks terribly out of place. Horrible.
And due to THAT, I got in a row with a friend of mine. Well of course I wouldn't elaborate much on the details, but that's that.
My remedy though, to cure even the worst of days, is this awesome song.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Random Thoughts, I Suppose?
So, I decided to take a break from writing (well that's not exactly true, it's the case of slacking off and Melty Blood-ing or Facebook-ing every possible moment I get)
Putting that aside, I stated a few months ago that this place was going to the place I dump random figments of my mind, and wow, have I been through a lot of shizzle in these past few weeks.
Well anyways, this friend of mine celebrated his birthday last night, at 12am. His roommates panned together and decided to trick him into believing there wasn't going to be CAKE for his birthday celebration, which produced pretty epic lulz. I never knew having no cake for a birthday celebration would be so disappointing. More like, I wouldn't know, having passed so many birthdays without nothing as much as a drop of wax to commemorate them. (Presents, however are still obligatory under such circumstances, I insist!)
As I lay lazily on the top bunk watching him receive congratulatory wishes and stuff, I have to admit, I actually felt a spike of loneliness. Random thoughts crossed my mind, like Ahh, wouldn't it be good if I had a celebration like this too; Wouldn't it be good if people actually started remembering my birthday for real, instead of relying on tools such as Facebook; Wouldn't it be good if I could actually celebrate a real birthday surrounded by friends... Yeah, totally random thoughts as such. By the way, the farce I had for this year couldn't be considered a celebration. Totally.
To be honest, the only thing that made me really happy this birthday was a present from a friend of mine. I DO, however, appreciate the presents from my mum and dad and other friends, but I promise, this is really special.
I heard pictures speak a thousand words, so, well, let me hunt for one in my computer...
So, really, I mean, it was, as you can see, a handmade little booklet, inside depicting random moments of our lives since we met each other. Now, how would anything, ANYTHING, be better than for you to know that someone actually cares and treasures your very existence in her life?
As I look back at what I typed, my admiration for my ability to totally derail topics growed by another notch.
This, however, is not a shoutout to all people to read this saying "HAY GUYZ I'M FEELING REALLY BAD FOR MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE CELEBRATES MY BIRTHDAY." It's more like, something is REALLY wrong, when you receive more Happy Birthday wishes on a forum you moderate, rather than you receive on Facebook (which doesn't really count, by the way) or on your mobile, or in real life.
I do not ask for a lavish birthday celebration. Neither do I ask for expensive unaffordable presents. What I seek, is a heartfelt wish from those I hold dear to me.
Either that, or in a rougher tone, if I take the damn effort to remember yours, I would expect the same of you to goddamn remember mine.
Peace.
Putting that aside, I stated a few months ago that this place was going to the place I dump random figments of my mind, and wow, have I been through a lot of shizzle in these past few weeks.
Well anyways, this friend of mine celebrated his birthday last night, at 12am. His roommates panned together and decided to trick him into believing there wasn't going to be CAKE for his birthday celebration, which produced pretty epic lulz. I never knew having no cake for a birthday celebration would be so disappointing. More like, I wouldn't know, having passed so many birthdays without nothing as much as a drop of wax to commemorate them. (Presents, however are still obligatory under such circumstances, I insist!)
As I lay lazily on the top bunk watching him receive congratulatory wishes and stuff, I have to admit, I actually felt a spike of loneliness. Random thoughts crossed my mind, like Ahh, wouldn't it be good if I had a celebration like this too; Wouldn't it be good if people actually started remembering my birthday for real, instead of relying on tools such as Facebook; Wouldn't it be good if I could actually celebrate a real birthday surrounded by friends... Yeah, totally random thoughts as such. By the way, the farce I had for this year couldn't be considered a celebration. Totally.
To be honest, the only thing that made me really happy this birthday was a present from a friend of mine. I DO, however, appreciate the presents from my mum and dad and other friends, but I promise, this is really special.
I heard pictures speak a thousand words, so, well, let me hunt for one in my computer...
So, really, I mean, it was, as you can see, a handmade little booklet, inside depicting random moments of our lives since we met each other. Now, how would anything, ANYTHING, be better than for you to know that someone actually cares and treasures your very existence in her life?
As I look back at what I typed, my admiration for my ability to totally derail topics growed by another notch.
This, however, is not a shoutout to all people to read this saying "HAY GUYZ I'M FEELING REALLY BAD FOR MYSELF BECAUSE NO ONE CELEBRATES MY BIRTHDAY." It's more like, something is REALLY wrong, when you receive more Happy Birthday wishes on a forum you moderate, rather than you receive on Facebook (which doesn't really count, by the way) or on your mobile, or in real life.
I do not ask for a lavish birthday celebration. Neither do I ask for expensive unaffordable presents. What I seek, is a heartfelt wish from those I hold dear to me.
Either that, or in a rougher tone, if I take the damn effort to remember yours, I would expect the same of you to goddamn remember mine.
Peace.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Gake no Ue no Ponyo
Well, I guess I did attend the screening of Ponyo on the Cliff in the Russian cinema near my hostel after all.
First, let me start off with a question. Have any of you ever went to a movie where there're only 4 people in the cinema? Quite right, a mum, her 2 kids, and me. Literally 4.
But then again, it's little wonder. You can't really expect Hayao Miyazaki's works to actually sell like hot cakes in an uncouth place like Russia. russians would just go "shrug, it's just one of those cartoons, I guess I'd better be off watching Final Destination with my girlfriend/boyfriend blah blah blah."
Which. Is obviously wrong.
If you haven't watched Ponyo yet, I strongly recommend that you do it. Oh, obviously not in the Russian cinema near your house. I'll let you in one something. Dubs of anime generally suck. They really do. I was technically gnawing at the straw plunging into my Pepsi with frustration when the movie started in Russian audio. (I was actually naive enough to expect Japanese audio with Russian subs!)
But scratch that. I forked out what, 5USD, and I was not gonna waste that, so I figured I'd just sit there, sip on my Pepsi and keep watching.
The story of Ponyo on a Cliff tells about a little goldfish named Ponyo who befriends a human boy named Sousuke and aspires to be a human girl. This film has won several awards too, including the Japan Academy Prize for animation of The Year (which, technically makes it on par with The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, and puts it at a better place than Evangelion 1.0), was released in US and Canada on 14th august 2009, where it promptly hit #9 in the box office on its opening weekend.
Plot was simple to understand, and quite heartwarming.
Well... if you've reached this part, I think it's actually high time you got to watching this show. Seriously.
On another thought though, would Kara no Kyoukai sell if it actually made its way into Russian cinemas? With its dark background, violence and gore, I'm pretty sure those young little Russian pricks would love it. Period.
First, let me start off with a question. Have any of you ever went to a movie where there're only 4 people in the cinema? Quite right, a mum, her 2 kids, and me. Literally 4.
But then again, it's little wonder. You can't really expect Hayao Miyazaki's works to actually sell like hot cakes in an uncouth place like Russia. russians would just go "shrug, it's just one of those cartoons, I guess I'd better be off watching Final Destination with my girlfriend/boyfriend blah blah blah."
Which. Is obviously wrong.
If you haven't watched Ponyo yet, I strongly recommend that you do it. Oh, obviously not in the Russian cinema near your house. I'll let you in one something. Dubs of anime generally suck. They really do. I was technically gnawing at the straw plunging into my Pepsi with frustration when the movie started in Russian audio. (I was actually naive enough to expect Japanese audio with Russian subs!)
But scratch that. I forked out what, 5USD, and I was not gonna waste that, so I figured I'd just sit there, sip on my Pepsi and keep watching.
The story of Ponyo on a Cliff tells about a little goldfish named Ponyo who befriends a human boy named Sousuke and aspires to be a human girl. This film has won several awards too, including the Japan Academy Prize for animation of The Year (which, technically makes it on par with The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, and puts it at a better place than Evangelion 1.0), was released in US and Canada on 14th august 2009, where it promptly hit #9 in the box office on its opening weekend.
Plot was simple to understand, and quite heartwarming.
Well... if you've reached this part, I think it's actually high time you got to watching this show. Seriously.
On another thought though, would Kara no Kyoukai sell if it actually made its way into Russian cinemas? With its dark background, violence and gore, I'm pretty sure those young little Russian pricks would love it. Period.
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