So, as I mentioned, I have zero tolerance for idiocy. Today I realized that I too, have a low tolerance for stubbornness and obstinacy. So like I was in class, and these two classmates were arguing over the meanings of two Russian words, and one was so outrageously wrong and when I just stepped in, the wrong one glared at me and said "What do you know about this?". Obviously you're the wrong one here, you donkey-ass stubborn sonovabitch, and of all things, you DARE challenge MY knowledge of Russian language? And the teacher slammed the table and told him to shut up (to my gloating pleasure), and he didn't even offer an apology!
Right, so that soured my mood considerably. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, my brother replied my message (I'd asked him about my blood pressure earlier, my dad was like "slightly high but nevertheless ok", but I trusted my brother more (shame on me) and so I'd decided to ask him). So I'd asked him about why there was a difference in the blood pressure numbers of my right and left arm, and he replied, "probably an error in the measurement. If the difference is not much, it does not matter. But what matters most is your BP is too high for your age. You gotta watch your diet."
Crap. My diet. Well, it's always been Chinese food, and we know the Chinese live longer than the Westerners, so it obviously shouldn't be a problem, should it? And I've been doing gym training PLUS basketball, so why do I have high blood pressure now?
Until I remembered my mother's words a few years back: "You must always take care of your health and watch your temper, because your family has a history of high blood pressure and diabetes. Look at your mother, now she's suffering from high blood pressure due to bad care of herself and bad temper."
Damn. Me and my bad temper. My mum's been getting me to fix that temper of mine for years, since I was 12, I believe, but it has only been fixed slightly. Or probably not fixed, because unlike at home, I let it all out at my poor mum, but I swallow all my rage, pains and anguishes into myself.
Well at least now I know why I'm so tired these days, why I had breathing difficulties at the MCSC luncheon last Sunday. I'm sorry for not listening to you, mum. I really am.
Friday, 21 May 2010
Thursday, 13 May 2010
Idiocy
Been getting in a row with the same person almost every day for almost a week now. Even my Facebook statuses have been like laser-guided RPGs landing on their mark on the same person. Punctuality. Ability to distinguish between right and wrong. I cannot emphasize the necessity of those enough. For being late and idiocy is something I absolutely do not tolerate.
Was in a row again earlier, over a tardy matter over being late, and in the end it seemed as though it was my fault. Look, you're late for one hour. Face it. Don't drag other people into this. You couldn't buy the things you needed. Fine. It's still your fault for putting such things to the last minute. Had you bought what you needed, you wouldn't have been late today, would you? Instead of saying things like "I had for wait for her, because she was somewhere else." or "I had to wait for her, because she was coming from somewhere else." Why can't people just face it and say, "I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't gather the stuff I needed in time. My bad."
Okay, suppose you plan to push the blame on someone else, by saying you were late because you were waiting for them.
Very well, answer this.
Why couldn't you fucking call the person you claimed kept you waiting and tell him/her "I'm sorry, we're late, I'm going first, see you there."
Wasn't hard was it? And if you're reading this, you know I'm talking about you. you may hate me for all you want, but what has to be said must be said. This is a matter of pushing your responsibilities onto others. FFS, learn to be punctual. When Mahathir launched the "Learn from the East" plan in 1990, he meant emulate the Japanese sense of punctuality. Sadly, people have taken it wrong and they're interpreting it as an encouragement to pick up the culture.
Really. Idiocy is something I have ZERO tolerance for.
Was in a row again earlier, over a tardy matter over being late, and in the end it seemed as though it was my fault. Look, you're late for one hour. Face it. Don't drag other people into this. You couldn't buy the things you needed. Fine. It's still your fault for putting such things to the last minute. Had you bought what you needed, you wouldn't have been late today, would you? Instead of saying things like "I had for wait for her, because she was somewhere else." or "I had to wait for her, because she was coming from somewhere else." Why can't people just face it and say, "I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't gather the stuff I needed in time. My bad."
Okay, suppose you plan to push the blame on someone else, by saying you were late because you were waiting for them.
Very well, answer this.
Why couldn't you fucking call the person you claimed kept you waiting and tell him/her "I'm sorry, we're late, I'm going first, see you there."
Wasn't hard was it? And if you're reading this, you know I'm talking about you. you may hate me for all you want, but what has to be said must be said. This is a matter of pushing your responsibilities onto others. FFS, learn to be punctual. When Mahathir launched the "Learn from the East" plan in 1990, he meant emulate the Japanese sense of punctuality. Sadly, people have taken it wrong and they're interpreting it as an encouragement to pick up the culture.
Really. Idiocy is something I have ZERO tolerance for.
Saturday, 10 April 2010
11/04/2010
舞い落ちた花弁が 粉雪に変わる頃
舞い上がる愛しさを 抱きしめた
静かに揺れてた 木の葉は今にも
終わりを告げて 散っていく
秋風薫る 夕陽射す道に
二人の影探す
辛くなる度に 君を傷つけた
自分だけ守ることばかり
言葉にしていた 擦れ違う日々を
区切るための笑顔
初めて心から人を
想えたこと 君がくれたから
信じてたよ永遠に この時が続くこと
降り積もる想い 止められなくて
きっと君が見えてなかった
「そばにいれる…」ただそれだけで
ずっと遥か先も
生きていける筈だとそう思った
私はまだ子供で
君が流した涙に気付かずに…
通いなれた道 並んで歩いた
どこまでも行ける気がしてた
いつも決まって 右隣の君
胸が高鳴ってた
瞳に映った 未来は同じと
たやすく決め付けていたんだ
茜に染まった 雑踏のなか
呟いた「ごめんね」
繋いだ手から 流れ込む
何より温かいこの気持ち
きっと忘れないように
君が残してくれた…
君と見た景色 些細な日々も
すべて輝いて見えたのは
いつも君がそばにいたから
暗い夜も全部
乗り越えてこられたの
ねえどうして忘れていたんだろう
君がいたから私らしくいれた
消えていく
君と見たいくつもの記憶たち
舞い上がる愛しさに溶けていく…
降り積もる想い 粉雪になり
きっと君を彩れるから
願いひとつだけ叶うなら
どうか君のもとで
寄り添える安らぎを 感じたいよ
あの日の景色のなか
君と二人で夢見たその先に…
愛すること 教えてくれた
この痛みを 忘れないから
君と私 過ごした意味が
いま 心に 灯る
次の季節を超えたその先に
私は歩き出すよ
君と誓った 言葉だけを抱いて…
Yay to myself for being able to understand up to 90%
舞い上がる愛しさを 抱きしめた
静かに揺れてた 木の葉は今にも
終わりを告げて 散っていく
秋風薫る 夕陽射す道に
二人の影探す
辛くなる度に 君を傷つけた
自分だけ守ることばかり
言葉にしていた 擦れ違う日々を
区切るための笑顔
初めて心から人を
想えたこと 君がくれたから
信じてたよ永遠に この時が続くこと
降り積もる想い 止められなくて
きっと君が見えてなかった
「そばにいれる…」ただそれだけで
ずっと遥か先も
生きていける筈だとそう思った
私はまだ子供で
君が流した涙に気付かずに…
通いなれた道 並んで歩いた
どこまでも行ける気がしてた
いつも決まって 右隣の君
胸が高鳴ってた
瞳に映った 未来は同じと
たやすく決め付けていたんだ
茜に染まった 雑踏のなか
呟いた「ごめんね」
繋いだ手から 流れ込む
何より温かいこの気持ち
きっと忘れないように
君が残してくれた…
君と見た景色 些細な日々も
すべて輝いて見えたのは
いつも君がそばにいたから
暗い夜も全部
乗り越えてこられたの
ねえどうして忘れていたんだろう
君がいたから私らしくいれた
消えていく
君と見たいくつもの記憶たち
舞い上がる愛しさに溶けていく…
降り積もる想い 粉雪になり
きっと君を彩れるから
願いひとつだけ叶うなら
どうか君のもとで
寄り添える安らぎを 感じたいよ
あの日の景色のなか
君と二人で夢見たその先に…
愛すること 教えてくれた
この痛みを 忘れないから
君と私 過ごした意味が
いま 心に 灯る
次の季節を超えたその先に
私は歩き出すよ
君と誓った 言葉だけを抱いて…
Yay to myself for being able to understand up to 90%
Friday, 26 March 2010
27/03/2010
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
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
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.
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