Monday, March 21, 2005

Okay. My face is bright red and my eyes are slightly red. Is it because I downed both chilli crab and black pepper crab on Saturday night? (...skipped the curry fishhead though. But who says I can't take the heat?) Or is it that I only managed to get home at midnight after that and so did not have enough sleep? (damn the transport system after 11) Or could it be, I went on to accumulate a collective 6 hours of blazing suntan/burn at the SRC softball tournament on Sunday? (HC girls won, btw. But the guys lost to Raffles.) Or perhaps even, I went up to the 69th floor of the Equinox and got sunburned by the unobstructed sunlight coming through the ceiling-to-floor window? (SMU Skytour. It was part of their "open-house". Very cool. But still, sun burns. Anyway.) But it could just be, I cried. I'm just starting to think, why couldn't it have all been pushed back and only happen a few years later? I don't exactly think I'm mature enough to handle this. Yet, outwardly, I act as a conciliator since 15, trying to see all perspectives of this issue, filling both sides' shoes. But nowadays it's just like being shut under the same roof with a perpetual radio station I don't want to listen to. Like I said, I'm looking for the light that may be peeking through the cracks. But one is just counting the number of bricks that make up that wall, and the other is looking the other direction. This is very complicated. Anyway, just venting. I had to refrain myself around 10 times from throwing the mouse (it's cordless) at somebody today. It was such a wonderful week up till then. And yes, my face is very sunburnt. May go around scaring colleagues with my peeling skin tomorrow.

10:11 p.m.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I told my mother, "You -want- to know why I want to learn manual (driving)? Because if I -want- to learn to drive, it means I am exactly interested in -how- to drive, which means I want to know how driving works, which mean I want to learn to drive using -gears- so I won't learn auto even if it's much easier and [blahblahblah]" It's interest against practicality. Now, If only I have this much conviction in deciding between computer and electrical engineering.

11:17 p.m.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Didn't use the computer much these days, because father is being a total ass and using the computer means being in the same room as he is. Nah thanks. > Plus the graphic card has just been fixed, so now I don't have to hazard my eye health looking at the screen = incentive to use comp. Lots of things happened the past week but I guess I'll only write about today. (Because it is shorter to write about. Heh.) 1) Of all things, I dreamt in Japanese this morning. Which is kinda scary. -But- for the fact that I was actually dreaming of Seki Toshihiko and Hirata Hiroaki whatthejqzhwb. I was sitting next to them in some kind of school hall, watching a performance or the likes. Dream!me actually understood was was being said throughout the dream, but unfortunately not the same could be said for the confused soul who woke with a what? this morning 7.30am. (You wake me at the most inopportunate times, mum.) 2) For some reason - and it's most certainly not because I suddenly adore dust and its derivatives - I had to excavate the mountain of Stuff lying in the "rubbish room"/closet. Then I came upon the horror that was my primary school stuff. Except that it was a good-horror that makes people laugh (...like watching a bad movie). But I mean, when you look at the 6-year-old arteest in you commanding all those pretty ugly colours, producing masterpiece-ful handwritings, or even flipping off 3 colourful balls, (...that didn't sound wrong did it? 'else why would teacher give me a nice pretty star?) ...I can't -not- laugh. (Or explode into a fitful chortle, if you are picky. Mum was laughing at -me-.) Gosh. I'll -have- to make a more detailed post out of this next time. 3) And, my colleague has actually heard of Saiyuki Reload before, which led to a liiiiittle discussion about anime/manga. "Oh, but I seldom read manga. My eyes'll... ::gestures clawing out eyes::" "Bleed?" I offered, since it seemed like such a popular word lately. No, my point is, he's -actually- heard of Saiyuki Reload (anime) before, and may plan to buy it when it comes out. [Insert s.C. shocked] People I meet usually have never heard of the manga before, much less the anime (or is it the other way round?) Hm, this conversation would have taken place earlier if I -had- asked him about the Oh My Goddess wallpaper he has on his comp. (He's a permanent here btw, which makes him 25-or-something? First anime-watcher I've known in this age group.) But turns out he caught me reading manga (see below for title) today and so that conversation started. And YES. I have bought 2 volumes of Oniichan to Issho (Together with my brothers) in jap - I couldn't find translated versions - and I'm not regretting it muahaha. ...my post are always so long and uninteresting ^^;;

11:57 p.m.

Wednesday, March 9, 2005

I. I officially love the new easyjournal interface. Had wanted to put something in it today but I fear I'll mar the lovely new look with an entry the calibre akin to the insane post below. XD

01:05 a.m.

Monday, March 7, 2005

Catching up on +++ chapters of Death Note over two consecutive days overnight (peeeeeyluuun you idiot you slipped in that bigBIG SPOILER before I reached it! XD), and watching 8 episodes of Mai HiME end to end, and doing the above two when the screen remains fuzzy!lines!, and doing -that- 2in1 jigsaw puzzle without reference (There iz no box.), and trying to colour that zakuro drawing while squinting for correct shades of colours, ...my eyes bleed from torture. Of course from all the university brochures and stuff too. (Like wtf I made this sound so peripheral) And then there's the issue of me rereading Minekura's Christmas story more thoroughly and newly discovering a shocking line delivered from Hakkai's lips: "[...] Boku kekkou Yon-sama ni niterutte iwarerun desu kedo" ("Though they do say I look a bit like Yon-sama.") They what? *googles "Yon-sama" in jap* ...Yes, why yes, now we can see Hakkai in 10 years' time. Yon-sama = Bae Yong Jun. Glasses and the Smile. You think? XD (Incidentally, Bae Yong Jun is also 181cm tall...) Was wanting to superimpose appropiate pictures just for comparison, but that would be plain crack... (Minekura-sensei... what sort of crack were -you- on that time :D;; .......................)

11:35 p.m.

Thursday, March 3, 2005

Oh, the lengths our government is willing to go to. I shall not snigger. (I've not tried the game but that's only because I've not logged in for years. Password has all but become a vague memory.) I must remember to pay the library back the 20 CENTS tomorrow. I must. I must.

11:51 p.m.

Wednesday, March 2, 2005

In other news, the computer screen is becoming very fuzzy indeed. Maybe dad should take out the graphic card and vacuum the mould+dust off it, just like what he said a few years ago that he had done in a similar situation. Problem is, he now cannot remember that incident, and doesn't think a fungal graphic card is the present problem. Is there any other reason that makes a monitor go all LINES! and FUZZ! whenever you scroll then? <-not rhetorical, sorta.

01:49 a.m.

Tuesday, March 1, 2005

I have been killed by Zakuro. Please don't disturb my coffin kthankyou. ----------- (s.C. rises from grave and edits:) Yeah, that's probably the first time I've actually rushed anything ever since the ol' school days. (<-Now when did this suddenly become so long ago?) Except this is a piece of drawing, and I finished it in an interspersed number of hours that probably make up half a day. Now -that- is something of a record. ...Zakuro you asshole. But now that I see the picture again, it becomes quite apparent I didn't *quite* finish it. (This henceforth becomes an s.C.-comes-clean-session aka rant-ish monologue, so please bear with me ^__^ ...artist's-guilt, I call it.) Truth is, I didn't ink it + I cheated time by colouring it celshading-style instead of hand painting it like I wanted it to be, and even then I didn't put shading on it. Accessories were missing and Zakuro looked like he's in the middle of nowhere when there should've been a wall. AND, red paint was supposed to be strategically involved. In the end nothing came to pass and the outcome looked horrible yet mildly nice at the same time. (eh??) (Suddenly thinking I shouldn't have sent it. But yesterday was the unearthly hours of night when even that Big Red Mat looked warm and fuzzy. so.) And I gave Zakuro some... some shade of green for his hair. It had probably looked brown in my fading vision... ...I'm talking so much but I'm not showing y'all this drawing. XP At least not until I've hand-coloured it according to the original idea. So please check back again... *calculates* ...10 years later. XD Ironically, this idea wasn't even the original more-complex one I was thinking of a month ago butyaarghwah i shall stop rambling. *goes back into coffin*

12:20 a.m.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Wow! I've just watched from my window a 5-minute firework spectacle. ...Which is in Malaysia. (Here my binoculars come in handy). You know how it is... you can see every pattern and glitter when you're watching from this far. Very amazing. I wonder what the occasion is. --- Edit: Yeah! Done worm8.html. Enough to tide over the next month ^_^

10:18 p.m.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Looks like there won't be Reload in the next issue of ZS, (pause) if I read Minekura's diary correctly (Always insert a disclaimer of vague doubt to avoid being accused of false+damaging allegations later). A bit disappointed, though none too surprised, since there were practically 2 chapters at one go in the March issue, so I had expected the Law of Averages to come fingering its way in at some point in time. Which means that leaves me with -something- else to do next month. *eyes twinkle* I had read the opening chapter of a nice-feel manga some weeks ago, and I thought it would be nice to scan this first (and complete; no cliffhangers) chapter and do some hasty translation on it. A sort of a manga recommendation from me, if you will. Even if I'd merely read 3 disjointed chapters myself. :) It's called Oniichan to isshou, and I'm quite sure I'll be ambushing random comic stores/Kino soon to see if this manga is sold. And more on what Minekura wrote in her diary -- she would actually love to draw of the time when Koumyou just became Sanzo, and why on earth he got his -2- sutras. Which subsquently means... the time of a flowy-haired Goudai... a young Jikaku... ...who would want to read this kind of unsparkly unshiny story...?, Minekura muses, and decides that this is delusion on her part. ...I'm quite sure many people would disagree... -goes into Hail-the-Uncles-of-Saiyuki fangirl mode- *Goudai = that bald-at-the-top Sanzo in Ukoku's Burial Arc Jikaku = that spontaneous old monk with ze bushy eyebrows in Genjo's Burial Arc The past couple of days sees me attacking 2 jigsaw puzzles. Shall elaborate on that next time. And. I should really start on the Zakuro drawing now. Just actually *start*. ... ...ohmyican'tmakeitalready.

11:43 p.m.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Either: I've lent Saiyuki Requiem to somebody, or I've lost it. D8 But anyway, I finally got to watch the Saiyuki Reload seiyuu meeting session 2003. :D <- frozen grin of glee I may not understand regrettably much of what the seiyuu are saying, but hey, this is where "action speaks louder than words" proves its worth. And my expression throughout the 1.5 hr show was -> :D;;; Just. They are the best. -weeps tears of jubilation- (And they sure can -draw- well. :D;;;) And I have one more show to watch. =DDD

10:59 p.m.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

My mood, being fickle as the weather nowadays, has cleared. Sooooo, to make up to people who have to put up with reading the previous entry, Here's a young!Sanzo drawn with MSPaint (<-wheee) during work! The mouse I used was so. smooth. :O (Lookit the eyebrows! Smoooth.) I couldn't produce tasteful Paint drawings in the past, but NOW I know it's because my home mouse is lousy -- the cursor squiggles around. Ironically, the Good Mouse wasn't even my own terminal's. It was another person's computer, which I had to use that day. My own terminal's mouse was... good, but not smooth enough. -_- Do not ask why I can even do this at work. End Credits: Hair & Small-harisen-at-bottom-right (It is a harisen...): own terminal's mouse Clothes & Wording: Home Mouse Everything else that doesn't look haywire: Good Mouse yay! [/spam #76]

07:41 p.m.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

This is the first time I'm feeling so sick of life. Suddenly I'm sick of my parents, who have been playing a mime with me and themselves for 4 years and don't seem like ending the charade anytime soon. Suddenly I'm sick of softball, and in fact I didn't go for training today and don't think I'm going for it ever again. I finished Dan Brown's Digital Fortress and I was sick of it throughout. Though it might have been a great story. I looked at my manga collection, and I was sick of facing so many fantasy characters -- Characters merely borne of a mangaka's brilliant mind and penwork. I looked at my drawings. Am sick of them. Football. Not sick, but I couldn't raise a smile. Suddenly I can't see the bright side of things anymore. If everything familiar is making me ill on sight, what -can- I do? Do something unfamiliar. So I went downstairs and shot hoops just now. I've not played basketball for years, if you don't count the PE lessons. It kinda worked. To cut long story short, I ended up playing half-court with 6 other guys (2 of whom you might want to call "boys", if you will. Lower sec kids just keep getting shorter by the year. The rest are about my age.), but it was a pity they didn't choose to play football instead :) Amusing bunch of people they are. When I reached home and my left foot promptly worked up an effing cramp. ----------- I have reasons for wanting out of softball training. 1) Working in the office. After sitting for so many goddamned hours in a chair (thankfully comfortable; unthankfully so comfortable I am effectively fixated in it) I end up VERY tired after work. I have little motivation to go training. 2) The lost glove. The current old glove is getting my hand ownzed which happens when I catch with the wrong part. *bruised* I'm not inclined towards investing in a new one. 3) Leg injury still hasn't healed. People aren't going to believe I'm -still- injured after 1 whole week of holiday/rest. Irony: Sitting in the office chair hinders the healing. Conclusion: No point training with injuries that people is skeptical about. They won't protect you or your injuries. It's sad that I have now unofficially quit the softball team, having already skipped 2 trainings.Because I know I'll regret it when this unhappy phase is over.

11:26 p.m.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Nearly threw keys into the common rubbish chute. ("Let's see, on my right hand there're 2 bags of garbage, and on my left hand... it's probably something that needs to be thrown too.") And the keys very nearly went that way of the deep dark abyss. What was I thinking?! ...Ah, wait! You don't need to know. (...says s.C. brightly.) Seems like the spymac site has been down for a day. Nothing to worry about though, if experience and/with the techsupport is anything to go by. (...says s.C., convincing herself.)

11:18 p.m.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Now I know why my computer's free space seems lacking whenever/after I scanned things. These BMPs are saved in a folder automatically. (And am I -slow- to realise that.) So knowing bmp files, There was 2 effing GB worth of pictures in that folder. Needless to say, I flushed them all out, and we (computer & I) see light once more. Current music: Darren Hayes - Light (It's just come on; no kidding o_O)

11:32 p.m.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Eeps. Just when I chose not to read her diary/site for a while, Minekura updated her gallery. (And the splash picture. And the mainpage image.) Oh that newest Sanzo illustration in the gallery!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *eepchokeackclaws* I.die. I.will.make.wallpaper. I.shall.die.of.squeeness.everytime.I.switch.on.computer.

09:49 p.m.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

And Toshack refutes the suggestion that he has given the captaincy to the 31-year-old [Giggs] just to ensure he plays on for Wales. Toshack said: ``I think they are cuter than that in Manchester, they wouldn't fall for that one. "CUTE". ?!?! I won't get over this one anytime soon. But anyway Giggs has yet again sustained that mysterious I-get-it-everytime-I-play-international-friendlies hamstring injury. No 50th cap for him then. But all the same, even with all the 1st cappers in this team, Wales 2 - 0 Hungary. X3 X3 X3

11:52 p.m.

6pm: Was typing an entry when dad switched off the mains. o_O Ok, the lights need to be fixed or something. But tell me first before pulling the plug!! 7pm: Was again trying to type the entry when mum switched off the mains. ?!?!?!?!! 7.30pm: Now, mum cannot watch television because it cannot receive cable signals. Must be Retribution. tsktskheheheheh. Gotta fix the TV first now. (Dad does the fixing; I sit on a chair and eat CNY tidbits.)

07:27 p.m.

Tuesday, February 8, 2005

Red is for that fine line sustained in a papercut accident this morning. Red is for Betelguese, and hence the Winter Triangle. The sky is so. damn. clear. tonight. Red is for the colour I'm wearing now, and the number "9" on my back which stands for "longevity". Who knows my jersey can come in so handy? Red is for that Vidal Sassoon bottle from which I stop squeezing shampoo out for the next 2 days. (Never knew there is such a tradition. About not washing the hair, I mean. Squeezing shampoo out is okay... I guess. XD) Red is for the sneaky angpow I found today. There is $5 in it. It is last year's angpow. Red, is for that big new scary mat who has found its way on the floor outside the bathroom and is now extorting money from little children requires 2 strides to cross its length. Simply put: horrendous. Happy Chinese New Year!

11:59 p.m.

Sunday, February 6, 2005

Because, I've not done such a to-do list for a long time. One can lose sight of goals easily. Catch up on anime. Whose fault is it that I stopped watching anime altogether since several weeks ago? Teh computer with its eternalperpetualeverlasting only-10mb-free-space-left, that's who! *jabs computer* (I'm wonderfully altruistic when it comes to putting on blames.) New layout. Had wanted to do one for the holiday seasons (e.g. Christmas, New Year), but I went back to HK, and there was no photoshop in that computer there. ("...Man, I'm getting so good at excuses.") Valentine tale/fic. Yes, it's that time of the year when I write a story using Pretentious English. You thought there won't be a sequel to last year's story?? You're wrong, heh! ...assuming I have time, of course. Draw Zakuro...? For the JttR contest...? @_@ Maybe? If my hand isn't totalled first by softball. But I'm meaning to draw Zakuro sooner or later anyway. (Hm, even my to-do list is so long. Must be getting old and long-winded...) ...yes, I have trivial goals. -you! stop laughing over there!-

11:16 p.m.

Saturday, February 5, 2005

My, how is it even possible to be busier -now- than when I was in school? ...Well, "busier" is not quite the word is it, considering how procrastination is my way of life... But definitely there's less free time these days. I shall give myself a day off from training tomorrow, because -- quite validly -- both my legs are injured and there probably is no point going for softball only to drag my legs around like I did during the last training. What are they gonna do, kick meh off the team for missing a training?? (Actually, maybe.) But I'll prefer to preserve myself so I can still walk in my old age, thank you. Old injuries are nasty bastards. The interesting observation, however, is that sitting in the office incurs+worsens my leg conditions. Was Giggs' recurring hamstring injuries not due to "the seat of his car(s)", as reported some years back? Now I know better than to scoff at that. And speaking of office... I've finally found a way to pass the I-have-no-work-now-what-should-I-doooo time, which either comes in abundance (hence I say, not "busier"...), or there's none at all. The option of books are out because I only have room to bring one, and one book is not enough for some particularly (non)productive days. One shining example: Finished the Saiyuki Novel #1 (procured from relative in HK yay!) ...with 4 hours left till work ends. DX   I spent the rest of that day stoning muchly. (Couldn't draw 'cause of blisters ;_;) So! What can't I read quickly and has a lot of text to boot? Japanese fanfics! XD It is so totally effective. Helps a lot too that it has Sanzo-abuse. *suppress snigger* I don't know if the author truly writes in a clean and simple way, or that I actually understand more Jap than I think I do, but I enjoyed reading it a lot 'cause I -understand- what's going on. Of course, there's the issue of what if it's bad grammar and you don't even know and whatnots. But I don't think so. At the very worst, the style might just be boring. But even then... anyway... Yay for diary-like entries! I shall stop boring people now. And oh, the Zero Sum! Interactions, interactions. On many levels. :3 I was always wondering why assassins don't just plain attack the ikkou with guns. With an overwhelming number and guns, I'm sure they would die pretty quickly. (... ... ... ...ah. now i see the problem.) Anyway there's always Gato now. =D

10:05 p.m.

Tuesday, February 1, 2005

My hands! Blisters! (cry of anguish) *tries to take pencil in hand* *trembles* *draws squiggly line-ish marks* noooooo This is one of those times when I wish I was ambidextrous. Never too late to learn though. :D Just for this month's issue of ZS, I've mapped out a plan: Wednesday is when I rush off after work, sneak off to Kinokuniya in record sneakinessspeed, grab a copy of ZS, then zoom off for training, hopefully arriving not later than how late I'm supposed to be. (It's a good thing few people know about this journal. cough.) But... assuming there's ZS on the shelves, of course. They get shipped in on Wed so hopefully Kino'll put them out. *crosses fingers*

12:17 a.m.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

I've actually forgotten that today's the 28th. Which means zero sum is coming out soon. (Your sense of time does get warped when you work, I guess.) And despite my most determined determination, I couldn't help but steal a spoilerish look at the page currently up at the JttR LJ. Which is why I'm now going to bed with a weird expression on my face. Plus the mention of 46 pages of Saiyuki in this issue... Can I actually make it to the day when I get my handz on the copy? As in, maybe not die of concussion through softball or of excessive-space-staring during work? Anyway, I've finished that January worm7.html translation, which was real fun do to since some words were quite hard to come by for certain sentences (am I making sense? Uh.) Will be putting up the Feb scans next. (And never let it be said that scanners do the job more efficiently than digital cameras. At least not for zero sums.) But ooh I can't wait to see the March issue! ----------- Random amusing observation of the day: By some circumstances, I got to use the toilet for the disabled today, which was just as well, because I found that I -had- to make use of the bars/railings on either side of the toilet to support myself before I can get into a sitting position. It was strangely hilarious. But I'm still aching. (So it -is- true that you ache only 2 days after the activity......?)

12:34 a.m.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

...in which this entry is largely sports-related. Bzz. So apparently, this 4.5 hour match between Marat Safin and Roger Federer was so exciting that I was "howling cheering like a guy", according to mother. She asked me to stop it. Wha? But it's the passion of the game, my dear mum. And I so wasn't howling. Don't tell me a "WOOOOOOHAAAOOOOOOOOO" is illegal. Unladylike, fine, but still... ...but -still-, it has to be the best match I've ever seen, though my memory is the quality of one which helped me lose quite a few things these few days. 5-7, 6-4, 5-7, 7-6(6), 9-7 9-7! When was the last time I've seen that? And when it's a match in which Federer is drawn into 5 whole sets, you -have- to realise it's a terrific match. And I saw for the 1st time ever Federer throwing his racket (albeit quite gently, unlike Safin who flings his rackets ooh) down. Calm cool composed world number 1 doing that... it tells much of the tension in the game.) Safin was simply brilliant; Federer was as wicked in his drop shots as ever. No, just, -both- players were absolutely marvellousfantasticgeniusterrificgasp man I thought I was watching the finals. Note that I didn't mention who won. The game-process itself was what mattered to me. ("No mum please don't switch the channels and watch your show don't be so cruel I don't wanna just know the results I wanna watch it!!") <-Mum was kind enough to let me watch when her show's commercials are on... The spectators sang Happy Birthday to Safin during the post-match interview. Just. How. Sweet. I live vicariously through times like these. (happy sigh) ----------- And. What a time to lose the glove. Training with the national team was hell and these are just some highlights: 1) Got hit on the head by an outfield fly. (Can I just blame my current 12inch glove which is 0.5 in shorter than my lost glove so the ball skimmed over the top when I misjudged it and got hit on the head? No? ... ...Toldja I'll die of head concussion someday.) 2) Cramps in the feet throughout the whole training. Just, sigh. 3) Found that I run considerably slower now. I mean, oh gosh... I'm very sad to know that. Speed has been one of my proudest traits. Acceleration is almost negligible. Nooo. 4) (Am suddenly too depressed to continue) Anyway, they/we have a temporary Chinese coach for 2 weeks. "They" refer to the national team. "We" refer to s.C. feeling unsure why she's even amongst them but hey! it sounds cool to be part of the "national team". Am aching terribly and work has just made it worse even though I just sit there and shake a leg.

11:59 p.m.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

"A day without sunshine is like, night." But surely there's little difference when you've got such a brilliant moon that I can see now shining white light onto your sills! Splendid. ----------- I can only take comfort in the knowledge that I -do- have another softball glove -- unused for several years -- as the backup to the stolen one which made me so incensed a couple of days ago. I had been angry, a fury which probably wasn't conveyed anywhere close in that previous entry. The stolen glove was one of 6 years (and supposedly going onto 7), and the ball that had been it the glove was one of sentimental value as well, dating -way- back when I was a pitcher. I just want to slap that idiot who took off with it. (And inflict some injuries for good measure.) Anyway, this backup glove I have now, is an unsightly worn-out-ish thing given by my sec. 1 English(Literature) teacher. Have her to thank now... =) BUT. Stuck to this glove is a ball. Stuck -- as in, yucks-is-this-white-paint-or-is-this-melted-softball that's glued the ball to the glove's material?? (Keep in mind it has been untouched for about 6 years...) I'm still trying to figure out how to chisel this... fixture... off in time for tomorrow's training.

11:41 p.m.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

I tried, and I tried to come up with an entry, but writing doesn't come this way -- not when one is sickened and upset. I reserve my expletives for when I am slightly inconvenienced or mildly irritated. When I am angry, you might merely have to content with a sneer from me. Doesn't that sound nice? Nobody has witnessed the angry side of me; I, for one, have not. They had been at most high annoyances or simple vexations. Now I fear to think what I might dream of tonight.

11:59 p.m.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

What would happen in the next chapter of Saiyuki Reload... ...If I were the mangaka. Bad, Zakuro, bad! No Hat for you! XD Er, you see, work was... a little slow on Thursday. ¬_¬ So is this what they call, "Work was productive today"? There was supposed to be a 2nd panel, in which chibiGato(!!!), pointing of chibi fingers, ikinahares, Zakuro-wearing-a-hat are involved, but just when I was about to finish this 1st panel, work gushed in. (Geeez.) The pic's perspective may look slightly awry, but hey! chibis they transcend all dimensions; why should we care if chibiZakuro looks like he's flying? XD Man, I outdo myself sometimes... Current Music: Martika - Toy Soldiers o_O

12:33 a.m.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Eeps, mum had acquired yet another new piece of furniture this morning, which she intended to set up in the living room. It's up and looking majestic now, yet at the same time, it looks so unstable, fragile, breakable... vulnerable....... *glance at my soccerball, then glance back again* This piece of furniture is threatening my 10-year clean record of not-breaking-something-in-the-house. (10 years ago I was... ahem, not on form. 3 times.) And -if- I break do something, I fear to think of the consequences. Can you not see it now? DAUGHTER BREAKS NEW FURNITURE MUM CHARGED WITH MURDER ...murder of the soccerball, that is. She'll probably skin me first, then strangle me. Hm, looks ominous for me. Spent the time at work today typing out translation. The people there have nothing for me to work on at all! I'm thinking one day I might be fired since I'm of so little help ^^;; But when you think about it in a twisted kind of way, I'm actually being paid to do the translation. XD Riiight. And being the ass that I am, I decided to translate the latest chapter even when I've not 1) done the previous chapter 2) scanned this chapter's pictures. All the same, here's worm7b.html for those who want to take a look. Annnnd, we won the Tiger Cup. Do we get a public holiday? :3

11:41 p.m.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Computer data can make better music than I. >_> But of course, if my computer were able to talk, it would right now be screaming WHY IS MY HARD DRIVE LEFT WITH 10 MB HUH. (<-I ain't gonna elaborate -_- Yet.) Seriously though, I loved how the US flag sounded. It's almost like the beginnings of some electronic/sampler-created musicbeat. ...Linux! So, stormy are you able to work this kind of commands?? Ok, on the subject having only 10mb of space left... so about 400mb of the reason was that I'd downloaded the new Xenosaga anime. So far I'm looking at the RAWs, but looks like they're onto it already. ...Which means I'll need yet more space. -_- I've never played the game, but I did watch its trailer once upon a time (quite pretty), and am also now reading the manga version currently serialised in ZS. Since I can't resist Prettiness *o* (plus the manga is nice so far), Xenosaga The Animation inevitably found its way into my computer... (And really, I now conclude that Hirata Hiroki's voice belongs one and only to Gojyo. Not having seen One Piece helps too, but whenever Hirata-san's voice comes on, I see a Gojyo instead of Aren. It's the nasal-ness, it is.) And wow. I never quite knew that. Anyway, it's that time of the year again -- the period between Dec and Feb -- when stars can be spotted -clearly- in the night sky from my window (Ah, but it's cloudy tonight...). Yesterday night I set up the binoculars so that I could look at the cresent moon without my arms shaking and blurring the craters. I shall call that set-up a "tripod", though it's in actual fact made up of jap manga magazines (not unlike ZS, but you won't catch me dead using ZS) so I can adjust the tripod's leverage with different thickness. [insert bright grin here] I've been breathing in a lot of passive smoke for the past week, and especially yesterday, when I had to go for my dad's company BBQ instead of my sec. 4 class outing. But, watching the night skies and feeling the fresh wind seems to clean one out very thoroughly. It's refreshing.

11:26 p.m.