Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Look what I caught on film! It was singing and chirping outside the bathroom window today. Well. Yes. There was supposedly a little sparrow perched on that railing, but it shot off just when I pressed the shutter. (And to think I had specially set it to fast shutter.) But! Think about it. It symbolises the beginning of freedom! Yes, best wishes for all your O Levels and A Levels or any kind of end-of-year's you are having. It also reflects the beginning of craziness for me to take such a drawn-out way just to say that last sentence. (But honestly, there -was- a sparrow there...) ----------- Dream. ...and then there were 3 tamils in my class... Even chewsy found her way into my dream this morning. Apparently I'm missing some people. Multiracial. The dream had me re-living a class with my ex-primary school classmates, who -- as I noted with a mild amusement but a deeper interest -- are solely the tamils and not the chinese. (Except chewsy, heh.) Where'd the malays go -- you wonder? I can reply, with the confidence of one who holds omnipresence in a dream: They'd gone play soccer! ...Hey! Count me in too~! I could register the vague presence of my current classmates -- all chinese -- in the dream, but where exactly the dream had been taking me, this I had the privilege to venture a guess later on upon waking up with a vivid recollection. While chatting with phan the night before yesterday (?), we somehow touched on the... racial distribution of the school's student population. Which can't actually be deemed "of a large variety", to put it mildly. So why they have the "multiracial we study together" part in the school song is beyond me. Very. (And it may be noted that I had always stayed silent during that particular stanza, until the start of this year, when I just dropped singing the school song altogether.) After that chat, I must have been turning this topic over in my mind subconsciously, for this morning's dream came as a surprise -- albeit rather a pleasant one -- to me. I've not had classmates of other races for 6 years now, and I must admit this racial homogeneity is getting just that little bit boring. It is not so much as the issue of talking to someone non-chinese or other such reasons along the line. (Though such things certainly turn out to be enjoyable experiences.) But it does get a little... flat to look at... To look at, yes. (Excuse me while I do a little -_- expression...) Sounds shallow, perhaps, but as "homogeneity" suggests, things get a tad too bland around school sceneries sometimes. And school, as you and I would notice with some slight vengeance, is usually an affair that takes up, er, heck, it's even longer than a 9 to 5. At least in Anderson, I got to meet up with one of those tamil ex-pri classmates. (Aww she's still such a sweet thing.) Even now, I -had- to keep reminding myself I came here 'cause of softball. There should be no regrets. Because then I would not have gone into the national team like I did now. Oh of course there -are- reasons other than the mere dissatisfaction of the race issue, because if not, it -would- be fairly shallow then. Okay, consider the rant finished. Flame if you must. And I will flame your house down. *wink* *chuckles* C'mon, there's nothing to flame, just some food for thought. Note: As usual, I forgot to post entry 'til the next day. Yeah, I'm still up.

posted 21 Oct.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

When I want to cool a room-temperature drink fast, I like to put it in the freezer. And then I'll always forget about it. Today's speciality: Milo slush! It takes an expert like me to get the timing (half Milo, half ice) this right. I got the mp3s of The Best of Detective Conan II yesterday, which made me very glad indeed. You can listen to all those songs at http://www.southcn.com/cartoon/down/tgame/200409060854.htm (it plays automatically once you reach the site) and find out why exactly it is such a fairly happy affair. (Of course it's 'cause the songs are nice, duh.) Incidentally, there's a Saiyuki Reload Gunlock TV Sound Collection section too. (*listens* ...oh, so -that's- the Sanzo theme...)

04:58 p.m.

Monday, October 18, 2004

People like to quote lyrics either because they plain like the words, or find the meaning behind them thought-provocative, or even because they find the words actually pertain very much to their own lives. They're almost the same reason, but there's just a thin line. (Not going there.) I, for one, like lyrics for the feeling of opposite-ness to my own approach to life. Many oft-quoted modern lyrics speaks of angst that some people/teenagers like to come to terms with. Then they'll continue to 'angst' with the songs and... vicious cycle. Family relations may not be fine, school may not be always 'right, but who's to stop you if you want to give all you got to enjoy life? Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever wanna runaway? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming No you don't know what it's like When nothing feels all right You don't know what it's like To be like me To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down With no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like Welcome to my life Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out? Are you desparate to find something more? Before your life is over Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around? With their big fake smiles and stupid lies While deep inside you're bleeding No one ever lied straight to your face No one ever stabbed you in the back You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay Everybody always gave you what you wanted Never had to work it was always there You don't know what it's like what it's like To be hurt To feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breaking down With no one's there to save you No you don't know what it's like, what it's like Welcome to my life Welcome To My Life, Simple Plan No, I've yet to ever feel like breaking down, I don't hate the world, I'm not sick of anyone, nor do I particularly mind if [I feel] my parents don't understand me, because in the end if you get up after being kicked down, battle on to see that ray of glimmer in the dark, work to save yourself (no one else can, or does, really), and just keep an open mind to the life opening up before you, there can't be a greater feeling than you knowing that -you- control your life, and is keeping it live-able despite it all. I don't care if you're making me less than happy constantly just by doing nothing at all and you're living under the same roof at that, but if you two still cherish me and I certainly can see that then I don't mind that much. I'm an optimistic person and I like that fact a lot. But by saying that I'm admitting to myself that I -do- have things that I need to feel optimistic about, and life doesn't just give you everything. Of course not. Maybe the hedonism approach is what makes my life that much easier to live. Lower expectations for self and others. Results are not always pretty though. So I quite understand this attitude cannot last the adulthood. Annnnd, this is a very nice song to sing along to. I have just acquired a good enough quality ripped-mp3 of it. Shhh.

11:46 p.m.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Was anyone thinking that I really decided to rot in bed all week and therefore slightly neglected this journal? Well no, the truth was more unfortunate -- or, at least, more tiring. For some reason, eating out for dinner leads to a strange feeling of doziness when I finally come back through the threshold of my house door (not before that too), and pillows will then tend to look more inviting than usual... And for the past week, I have been dining out, because that was the period my relatives were staying for. School hasn't stopped until this week, so I had been shuffling through lectures/lessons in the morning/afternoon, and heading out for dinner after that. Reckon that's the reason for my downfall [onto my bed] lately. Good thing is, I get to eat (italicised for emphasis on amount of food devoured). Those who'd been egging me to "eat more" *glances at some direction* will take relief in that I did... but still I didn't gain weight. Huh. (Underweight: a case of being not short enough.) No, I'm -not- underweight, yet. But ever since I stopped softball, I have lost 2kg. Means I've lost muscles. ~~~~~~~ I doubt many people know my -actual- appetite. Yeah... anyway... maybe -that- is what "eat 'til you want to sleep" means. Relatives flew back on Saturday. Being well-rested now, I've uploaded the Nov Zero Sum temporarily in here. 1) Ever since Spymac decided to deploy that nasty frame at the top, and not merely a harmless banner, I decided to be childish and skip using it for a while. 2) Actually, the spymac site seems not to be working (for me) anyway. I fear something... 3) I wanted to check out roughly the bandwidth used per... per issue. Then decide on something. This host has this feature. The 3rd reason was the real reason, yep. (I mean, really.) Back-of-head Voice: Dude, you have waaaay too many subdormains. You planning some www takeover? But that's just some voice at the back of my head. *ignores* I'm merely collecting site domains like I do with email domains. (Cue laughter. ...No?) Speaking of which, I now have -another- new email with 1GB's worth of space... *falters*

10:54 p.m.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

I have big plans for the coming week. It is to fixate myself in this very chair and never to move again, ever. Except perhaps just to twitch my typing fingers a little. ... ... Unfortunately, I still have to go to school. In case you -have- been watching this space for The Update, I'll have you know that no softball kissed me. Conversely, I'm in no hurry to kiss one either. 1) I have a bruise on each of my knee when I attempted a sliding backhand stop. So wearing slacks does not protect you from abrasion at all; are they for decoration purposes?! 2) Aching. Hence my giving up on moving. Currently wearing my own feet out by sliding across the floor, since I cannot bear even lifting my leg. Unable to open refrigerator door. <-- magnetic force too large to handle... Come tomorrow, "crawling out of bed" may have a whole new meaning. ...I can't type any further. Cue fingers collapsing on keyboard. as;ljffeJW *perserverence* Branching out from Murphy's Law: there should exist one that says, if anything can make your legs feel worse than they are, it will do just that. Going through the trials made my -other- leg hurt than the original casualty. But that's not the example to the above. I then had to take a 10-minute bus ride home, amongst the many locomotive I had to make use of. 10 minutes and I would've been home (and collapsing at the doorstep). But that didn't (nor the latter) happened. I chanced to take a nap -- 10 minutes make a good nap -- on the bus, and XX minutes later, I found myself on the extreme eastern side of the island. ("Okay, I didn't know Meridian JC is situated here...") That's the thing about my stop. If I missed it, I'll have to deal with a considerable length of highway before I can even hope to get off. Soooo. *staggered some more distance to find appropiate bus-stop and rode back in opposite direction* But since I was coming back the other way, my house would be on the other side of the road, and you either climb an overhead bridge, or take a slight detour via a slight slope. I opted for the latter since the bridge seemed like a regular mountain right then. (But in my case, I realised miserably halfway down the detour that both choices made me just want to sit down and... sit.) But the tale's not finished. My HK relatives actually came -right- after that, something I did not, nor wanted to, expect. Digression: by the way, they came with those terrifying red packets of $$$ again. Be sure to rob my mum, not me, for she always keeps the money for me. This time there was one note with regards from an uncle who didn't come, and another note from grandma (she's gonna spoil me someday...). Each note is worth HK$1... boy, I'm not gonna reveal the zeros. And whenever they come, we eat out. Sure enough, those non*sob*understanding*weep* adults decided to walk to that "nearest" mall for dinner. And of all routes, my mum led the way by using the overhead bridge I had specially avoided that afternoon. For that dinner, I ate some noodles that just would not cool. It was still steaming (my relatives laughed at that) after ??min/1 hour. As if I didn't perspire enough during the trials. So to complete my misery, -I- had to walk all the way back home while my mum drove my relatives back to their hotel. That was all yesterday. Today? I can just die from sitting down ('cause you gotta bend your knees and ohhhhhargh). I look forward to tomorrow very much indeed.

11:54 p.m.

Friday, October 8, 2004

Trials tomorrow and my hamstring hasn't healed yet. It always happens. Darn. A note of interest today: Was drawing Hazel (y'remember? That [insert your own adj.] bishop.) during review lecture and has just finished the face, eyes and hair and some casualwear when classmate peeked over and asked if I was drawing my sister. Sister! *refrains from sniggering* Yeah I knowI'mcuteandallthat so my sister might look cute too and this drawing is cute but! Cuteness != girl. Cuteness = Hazel != girl (...but if you must insist...) And psst, I don't have a sister. Poor Hazel can't win. I surfed onto a rather large China(ese) bbs and--- <paraphrase>"That Bishop is BT~~~!"</paraphrase> In other words (I would like to think), quite gay. And it is a considerably popular consensus... *falters* ----------- Why Conan/Shinichi can be at the scene of almost every crime as if he were an omnipresent comic character Ran: I... I finally know your secret. I know everything, Conan-kun. Conan: (wide-eyed; nervous twitching smile) Wha... what are you talking about, Ran-neechan? Ran: You... (advances) ...have been hiding this from me all along! (snatches at Conan) Conan: (watches his secret sailing through the air into Ran's hands) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ My DEATHNOTE!!! Doh. Conan has the Deathnote. So does Kindaichi. So much for their omnipresent skillz. ::gets ignored by everyone::

11:51 p.m.

Wednesday, October 6, 2004

Given that we got back our chem today, I thought I'll share the little comiclikebutnotreally thing I did on the day we did the chem pract. Blurdy Chem pract. Oh, forgive me; I broke the filter funnel that day and I was on crack. And now that I'm playing with opencanvas, I spent much happy time inserting that chinese poem. Of course, "hand"writing marred by the lack of tablet. It's still a beautiful day, like yesterday. The week seems nice enough to look forward to.

12:08 a.m.

Monday, October 4, 2004

Longish entry because I feel happyish If there's reading to be done, it's got to be in the library itself. I read half of What Do You Care About What Other People Think? (a couple of stories of -- and in a way, by -- Richard Feynman the physicist[?] ) in a couple of hours -- which is quite obviously a rate much faster than what I actually assume at home, even when I am surrounded by the loads of interesting books I hauled home from (yes,) the library. All the same, it does get pretty stiff if you ensconce yourself in that same place over that same period of hours. Soon, I resorted to sketching the crane outside framed perfectly by the big library windows. What a perplexedly intricate structure it has! -- I thought, for I am quite a sucker for these things. It was a fine day and spoke of great promise for minor shading and contrast, even if it was to be merely a line-sketch in a tiny, tattered sketchbook. The crane's distant, elevated position from the perspective of my chair/sofa was beautiful, the random book was a good use as a ruler (ha! ha! ...don't worry, I won't ever touch a book with -the- pen tip), and progression was good, until something seemed wrong. I cast a suspicious eye on the subject and wondered what the wrong exactly was. And it dawned. The damn thing turned on me when I wasn't looking! It hadn't swung around in the past couple of hours and it chose to do so now. Playing hard-to-get now, is that it? No matter, it was only a couple of radians off its original position; I can still imagine the other perspective I had been drawing. Then it turned a whole 90 degrees. Obviously I had offended it. It -was- going pretty well, but the unfinished sketch was not bad either. The thing that demarcates the boundary between a sketch-sketch, and a photograph(ic sketch), is the couple of lines and strokes saved in the former, 1) so as not to clutter up what may become a complicated structure, and 2) I forgot what I was going to say. Something about aesthetic values. But this is, of course, merely my own definition. (Whoever's heard of a "sketch-sketch"? X3) Because today felt like a great day, and I like to sound all-knowing in such a mood. ::insert emotion:: Looks like Oct 9 is a day of events. My relatives are again coming over from HK, this time to visit my uncle. And there is one thing that irks me whenever uncle (or relatives) comes over for dinner. (Today is his birthday though.) My mum will suddenly act like I have just had an evolutionary enlightenment on the Usage of Kitchen Utensils. The first of those exclamations -- years ago -- went like this: "Do you want fork or chopsticks?" "I ---" "Oh yes, you don't know how to use chopsticks. Fork it is then." Fact: I do know how to operate chopsticks, but I've never exhibited it at home because mum always only lay out the fork and spoon for me. Vicious cycle, some. But I do use chopsticks in school, and am rather proficient in it too, if you will. Therefore, I end up being a tad embarrassed in front of uncle to be pointed out for something I'm not guilty of. 2nd situation: Several reunions later, I get to say I -know- how to use chopsticks. Then: "Why are you using your left hand to hold your chopsticks?" "Erm, why can't I?" (To which uncle always laughs) Fact: I always use my left hand for chopsticks, but it never was noticed simply because I don't demostrate my chopstickz skills at home. Mother -always- is surprised at this even after several reunions. And today, I took special care to use the Right hand: "You sure you don't want to use a plate?? You're using a bowl?? What's come over you???" Fact: Nothing's Come Over Me. Plate, bowl, bowl, plate, same difference, non??? Just because I don't (again) use bowls at home doesn't mean [yaddayaddayadda]. You can just imagine how awed my mum is over my Super UtensilSkillz Transformation everytime HK relatives come for dinner. Xtreme.

11:54 p.m.

Sunday, October 3, 2004

FMA spoiler... mayhaps? Well... this isn't the kind of ending you'll see in many anime. I'm watching the RAWs (for now), but I can't help but catch Al's words: I want to study (alchemy and the equivilant trade) more; I want to meet my brother again someday. I don't know how to go about doing it, but [...with alchemy...], I have the feeling we will meet again. ... ... So that's -what- the upcoming 2005 movie is for huh??? Ah. ::could not help giggling:: Oh dear, how can Hazel look so sexy and so cute all in the same chapter? Sanzo-han struts his stuff for Hazeru! XD I cannot believe there is school tomorrow. *blank gaze*

11:49 p.m.

Saturday, October 2, 2004

This isn't something I should be angry about, because getting angry over a crumpled piece of pencil-lines-scrawled paper with my mother come across as petty. Petty, because I can't think of another word right now, but it should be the right one. But I -am- angry. For god's sake keep your hands to yourself if you're gonna deface every other one of my drawing you touch! But I didn't scream that aloud, because, petty. I simply reiterated the statement that she'd never seemed to get properly: don't [friggin'] pinch the paper you can see I'm working on. To which she replied, "But if I don't do that, I can't -move- your drawings elsewhere so I can dust." ::splutter %*#&@%@:: Of freaking course you can move paper without marring them what are you talking about?! But you weren't the one who spent hours working on drawings, so I guess you don't experience the same heartbreak. I should just invent indestructible paper. Mother is the necessity of all inventions, as they say. � ...wait, something's wrong here ----------- This part onwards is written when un-angrified. Resident Evil: Apocalyse. Jill Valentine looks like her game counterpart. That fact I can affirm. Otherwise, I can't say whether the film's good or bad -- perhaps because I've not seen Resident Evil 1? But luckily, I do know the game enough to get me through the essential background preferably needed to better understand the the film. Incidentally, I got a Hellsing manga from Kino later that day, and reading it felt like watching the movie all over again. PoT manga Chapt 240. Yagyu's at it again! The liar. XD Nice chapter of Kaidoh & Yagyu. Look what openCanvas can do! Am still experimenting, so I pulled up this old doodle (ignore the stray marks please) and Did Colourful Things To It. Looks super desaturated and dull, I know, but I like it that way. ^__^ v It certainly suits me more than Photoshop does, which, by the way, is not in this computer's service anymore anyway. (Dad doesn't want me to try reinstalling it; I wonder why.)

09:24 p.m.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Omg! Mum! Do not do that! Do not do that! Do not -ever- do that! Do not scare me like that! Do not Deliberately put pink in my room!! *dies* I hope ZS ships in tomorrow, for I am going on a class outing and I prefer to swipe it up in one trip. ...and that actual sentence was: Only then will there not be lightning on a sunny day. I was going to laugh at myself, but then I realised I did better than I expected. My expectation -was- very low, by the way, as you can see from that previous entry posted sometime ago. Somehow, I pulled my left thigh playing softball that day, but the effect is felt only now. gloom Now that I look back, I think I started pitying Hazel near the end of Gunlock 26. Which was not supposed to happen. Dose ebil animatorz. Gawdsh! I got openCanvas, and it suits my style of CG-ing perfectly. *experiments* sparkly eyes The end.

11:17 p.m.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Don't you think Goku looks a bit like Amano Ginji in this picture (which is the cover for volume 4, by the way, in a bluer background)? Mind over matter! My arm Is. Not. Aching. ----------- [EDIT:] I think I've just seen the first ever anime frame that has Sanzo holding the gun in his left hand. And, somehow, Gunlock 26 looks half-shoujo. When did Hazel's eyes become so big and sad and shiny? And then there were the feathers. But it is all to be forgiven since it's the last episode... and the redeeming words... and Sanzo had this nice expression on near the end.

06:26 p.m.

Monday, September 27, 2004

Kudos to the shopkeepers who made me smile today. Or rather, put a silly grin on my face. It wasn't that funny an affair, but it tickled the subconscious nevertheless (hence the silly grin I wasn't even aware of). Me: Oh, I don't want the plastic bag, thanks. Shopkeeper: Oh, I want my money though, thanks. (puts out hand) Me: Hahaha (pays money) AnotherLady: What do you mean your money? It's the boss' money. Shopkeeper: (gives change) Hahaha Lady: (grins to me) She was going to put the money in her pocket did you see that? Me: (receives change) Hahaha Keeper+Lady: Hahaha Forgive me; I made it sound quite demented. But it did plaster a stupid expression on my face for some distance on the way home. And that was "some distance" only because I managed to check myself when a toddler -- being carried backwards -- in front of me stared at my face strangely. And even then... By the way, that was some wicked wit by the shopkeeper in answer to my refusal of plastic bag. It's a you-have-to-be-there thing. Tsubasa!Seishirou does look very cool. But somebody has to revive my memories of X!Seishirou... And as far as Tsubasa goes for me, the main characters are -so- not Syaoran and Sakura. Because Kurogane and Fye rulz every one of da worlds they hop into. Record translating speed! Started today, finished today. Heh. And it seems like the manga arc -will- be different from the anime plot after all. (It said so in Minekura's online diary, if I did not mis-read.) I am quite relieved. Softball Check: Can still throw fast. Don't know about "far" though. But shoulder starts aching/hurting after only a while. Can still field (...I think). But gets light-headed after going down and up (in that order) too many times continuously. Can still swing bat. ...Heck, anybody can swing a bat. Verdict: Doesn't look too darn good.

09:34 p.m.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

First: a short laugh at minekura.com: ■Ｐ.Ｎ　峰倉かずや［ミネクラカズヤ］ （霊園と石工所の看板から取った名前。深い意味は無いです） //Pen name: Minekura Kazuya. (Plucked from signboards in cemetry and [stonecraft something place]. Nothing deep.)// ...I don't remember her mentioning that before, do I? It would've killed me already. Second: Yes, the Sanzo-ikkou -has- grown a year older. 24,23,23,19   ^___^ Third: Check out her gallery. sparkly eyes ----------- Right, some picture spam before I wander off to continue watching the match in which "Ronny didn't play", as dad put it. Me: (thinks) Ronny? Who's Ronny. Ronny Johnson? <--o__O Or Robbie Keane? Ro... [much delayed pause] oh, Rooney. x__X Gojyo was in my bed last night. Seriously though, I don't care if it was or wasn't a cockroach. But it certainly had some -audacity- to have scuttled onto my bed and, like, posed for my camera. Luckily for it, I don't have a history of turning my room into a murder scene, insect or not. Unluckily for me, it stayed there (backpacking around the room) well into the damn night. It just wouldn't leave the room. So I had to forcibly kick it out (the window) -- it can't stay overnight if it doesn't have the money. The vegetation that made mum... erm, very happy. Quite the cutest I've seen of a bittergourd. It sprouted without mum even noticing despite the tenderlovingclose attention she gave to her little "garden". Hm. I had only meant to put up a little finger for size-comparison's sake, who knows why I ended up cradling the thing. My hand looks very cute too, in this picture. The view outside my window the day before yesterday. That was the visibility outside my window on an especially rainy/hazy afternoon. I mean, do you see that? (...no, actually, you don't -- you're not supposed to see anything) Visibility=1mm! Back to the match then...

10:58 p.m.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Oh. *choke* feck*spurts water out nose* National softball team trials on Oct 9?? In my current condition? Of non exercise-exercise (the alternative being fun-exercise) for weeks? When I have trouble even dragging myself up some flights of steps? Watch this space for when I update on how I get Kissed by a softball when it refuses to pop into glove. (Speaking of glove... hey, I've lent it to someone and I forgot who. Uhhhhhhh.) And. Doesn't the date sound too darn familiar? ("Ohhh it's the England v.s. Wales date!!!") Luckily, the trials are in the morning. And, on reflection, there is hope yet for proper preparation. This thing is still 2 + weeks away. But, then again...(note: this is called being negatively motivated)... ...nhhhhhhh who selects the people to go for the trials anyway?? >_<

03:26 p.m.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Okay, I have a few seconds to spare on the net so I'm gonna say I met chewsy on the bus today! I was real excited, 'cause as she herself put it, we've never -- in this 2 years -- so much as even met in the bus stop, much less get on the same bus. And the great thing here was that I had board that bus today only 'cause I had wanted to go to a different library (a library I've not set foot on for almost a year). Talk about serendipity! Alright, I could be exaggerating my gladness here, but it did did did make my day. And. I borrowed 3 -terrific- books at the library. They should feature somewhere sometime in the future in this blog when I've finished oogling at them. chewsy thought I had already had my last papers for me to be even thinking about wandering off to libraries. But hey, I can't make myself study if I wanted to (//if// I want to -- which is a perfectly 0% probability situation); the spirit is unwilling, ...and so is the body. So there.

10:53 p.m.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

I was thinking all along that Minekura's "nitro" site was permanently gone. But apparently it has respawned at www.minekura.com -- with a much more straightforward URL to boot. It's not yet functional, but it's great to know ^__^

09:48 p.m.

On reading FMA chapter 39: There's nothing like a woman... saddened. Hawkeye gives s.C. Warm and Fuzzy Feeling. And. Huh? Lust ...? [small EDIT:] And Havoc-sannnnn! You can't #%*@&$&#@ (<--spoiler)! ---------- I flipped through my notebook of randomness out of boredom/curiosity (curiosity, as to what went through my mind and what I penned down months or a year ago). And it is at times like these, that I really wonder... did any of you spot a stray wit or intelligence wandering down your street? I seem to lose more by the day. Because. I swear I could not have come up with such (dreadfully cute) things if you ask me to sit and ponder over it right now. Things (and it's "stars" of the real, astronomical sort, mind): People and Stars A small -- and even smaller -- smatter in the endless velvet that is the universe. They collide -- and end up stronger or destroyed. The bigger they are, the grander they collapse, the harder they suck. At one end of the spectrum, the small and blue sparkles in brilliant heat inconspicuously. At the other end, the big and red puffs up importantly in deceptive hot air. They run on a path of competition: the harder they try to catch up, the more they are left behind. They originated from microscopic matters. The brightest of the lot get recognised, and named. (I did say they are //cute// -- not so much as witty.) #2 is actually on galaxies; I hadn't noticed when I wrote that. Do stars do that too? #5 is written on the basis of The Big Bang. There is one more to add to the list, but, Blackholes (and assholes) shoot 2 streams of waste matter from both ends. ...but I believe it is factually wrong (the blackhole part anyway), for it should be pulsars that shoot 2 streams of stuff on either side, but even then, they are radio emissions, and I can't for the life of me remember if they are the "waste matters" I was thinking of just a year ago. (Score another for Lost Intelligence.) What a pity; I loved this sentence the most.

Dawn, perhaps.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Mark Hughes is installed as the new manager of Blackburn??!!!! OhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!?! What happens to WALES then!!!???!!!! s.C. -- shocked, but glad he'll still be managing the next 2 games for Wales. ... ...oh mY GOD why!?!?!??? What if they -qualified-?! *dies*

02:25 p.m.

Monday, September 13, 2004

It was a place where wind dared not tread. It was a purgatory in which gusts hesitated to linger. It stilled even the most valiant of draughts. Kaoz, I had to literally sweat through today's exam. As if the inability to watch the Hewitt/Federer final live was not enough, weak fans and huge unventilat-able halls are now out to spite me as well. And just to continue the pessimism while I'm on a rare roll, my mother is -someday- going to destroy everyone of my drawings that she can get her hands on... and her knees on. Oh her knees. She has just kneed a poor piece of paper on the bed and crumpled and torn it. It was all accidental, of course -- caught up in her enthusiasm of housekeeping -- and I thank my lucky stars it was not one of my fully developed drawings (yet), but ohh... the pain. She has, even before this, always managed to crumple/put mug stainrings on most of my art she can get near to. Awwgeezman she just can't handle paper for goodness sake! ...they need that tender care and special touch. But in an almost profound piece of retribution, her further housekeeping exploits was briefly disrupted by one of my footballs falling from height and landing spot-on on her head. I love my football. ^_____^

12:57 p.m.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Gush. Thanks to all those who complimented on the layout. *grinz* Because if y'all didn't think it's nice, I'll have to kill people. ----------- My parents don't get(understand) funny SMSes. I mean, they do get the drift, but they have to confirm the joke with me. Yes, you have to deduce you are the pig/idiot in question and no, you aren't really required to reply to the sender. But that doesn't take half the fun out, because I find that their reactions are always funnier than the joke itself. My extent of studying for exams leave much to be desired...

10:17 p.m.

I'm so gonna make a big deal about this layout picture -- which I deem as cool as that Sharks! layout, only even better -- because it is an experiment of many, many things/effects, and 80% that comprises it is done by hand (...well, yes, the previous layout is 100% by hand but that was freaking simple as compared to this). It is also my first time fiddling with photoshop brushes. Honestly, you can see that the way I used the brushes is a bit of overkill but, honestly, I love the outcome so, honestly, you can do nothing about it. XD Thus, we finally see a new layout for the first time since that sunny winter of December 2003! X3 You know, I used to haul a printed version of the half-finished (without Kouryuu and Ken'yuu) layout for weeks to school just to hope to have an inspiration what to put in that gap. I knew it'll have to be a Genjo v.s. Ukoku thing but geez, it was difficult. And... I'm a bias freak who love to tint Kouryuu's nice big eyes purple at every opportunity so Ken'yuu can't hope to have the same treatment. No... I mean, his eyes are black to start with; I can't do anything ^__^ Motion blurs are your best friends. ----------- You know something is amiss when you see a "53" printed on your school stuffs. Oh, it's S3. ...My fandom faculty supports GojyoxSanzo!!! *waves 53 flags*   What a coincidence, so do I... And for some reason, Friday Weekly has raised(?) its reward money from $12 to $13. I'm now one dollar richer than I expected.

07:52 p.m.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

I'm testing. Sorry if your browser renders it too bright a yellow, or just simply everything is out of place. ...in which case, I shall point and laugh at you. *points and laugh at self* I'm going to sleep on the code first. I have given up on trying to make bright yellow entry backgrounds semi-transparent and yet retain text opacity=100%. I found out it was not really possible... -_-

Monday, September 6, 2004

Partly out of habit and partly because of the need for a break, I went to scan ZS despite the exam period. Yes, you guys have to take a study break eventually; Saiyuki will be waiting for you at the usual place then ^__^ But similarly 'cause of the Prelims, I'll be putting off the translation till about 3 weeks later. Actually, it's not hard to see that this chapter simply says, it's tough being the good guys. *dramatic sigh* Found this in MAGE magazine -- how to make your own gun (for cosplay, that is). http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2000/s7800688i/sanzopistol-plan1.gif http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home2000/s7800688i/sanzopistol-plan2.gif Well actually the above links are the specific parts; the exact procedure can be found in MAGE. Heh, go Kino and read off the shelf like I did. The result looked really cool.

10:40 p.m.