Fushioned Fission

Evil chocolates! Makes me super hyper. FRUITS OF THE DEVIL!!! Anyway, my new games are not working… well, my suikoden V isn’t working. I wasn’t expecting it to come out this soon, and now that i have it in my hands, it doesn’t read on my ps2. What’s more the metal gear solid 3 subsistence is a waste of money. It is basically a metal gear solid 3 with added online features… what a waste of cash. I could saved the money to buy the upcoming starcraft ghost. Or maybe wait for the new kingdom hearts 2. After many futile attempts to get the Suikoden started, i have decided that this is a sign that i must complete my suikoden fanfic before i can play suikoden V.

I feel pretty good about myself lately. The exams and quizes i had seemed really easy all of a sudden, and i have two upcoming projects soon. Well, it’s going to be busy. I have finally succumbed the temptation of the thirst of Sprite once more. It sits right in front of my ps2, as though creating a corner for temptation… temptation island turned into temptation corner.

Realliant

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. No, nothing comes to mind. If people ever wonder why i write so much, mainly because i’m a loner. Maybe, who knows. I have my invisible friend around to keep me company. I call him my soul and lately, he has been arguing against most of the actions which i’ve taken. Another person is my mind. He likes to place forward points which seem very weird. Of course, i argue with him sometimes though most of the time we end up in mutual agreement.

The search for a house is taking up too much of my time. I’ve already planned to use up most of my time for studying, though that never happens, so i really have not much time left for looking at houses. It may seem strange that me, being so free and stuff most of the time, sudden feel the strain of supreme stress. Want to know the reason? I can choose my major already. Yes, for all Arts students, we can psyc as our major by the end of first year. But here’s the glitch. You need to pass the two first year psyc courses with a 65% overall average. My first psyc got a 61%, so my next psyc needs to have a 69% or above. I love that figure, anyway, at the rate i’m going right now, that is not possible. I’m retaking my psyc course during the summer for this one, mainly because i think i’m going to fail, but i haven’t told that to pa or ma. I don’t want them to worry too much or get high blood pressure. With lu overseas as well, i would think that they are having problems on all corners of the world.

Another thing is that i need 25 credits, but i only have 6 from the first term, and i can only squeeze 9 out of this term, because i’m going to fail my psyc and one english this term. The other three courses i still have a chance, so i’m going full steam for those three. So by the end of the second term, i should get 15 credits. I must push really forward for the summer, which i have applied for four courses. I actually wanted to apply for five courses over the summer, but looks like i can get four with the variety of courses they are giving me. Once i get the 12 credits for my summer courses, i would have 27 credits and i can apply for my psyc major.

The problem with the summer courses are that they are a whopping 2 1/2 hr to 3 hrs long each. I’ve never faced something with that magnitude and not go crazy. Well, after this term, i would have a two week break before the summer school starts. Jie should be coming up during then, while i’m not crazy.

Now then, the next thing is the part about getting a piece of paper from the University stating that i’m officially a second year. It’s for mindef, and i think they are fucking stupid for asking something like that. They should just get lost. National service is a stupid thing in the first place. Sure, it sounds great, protect our puny island when there is obviously no need for it. God dammit, our country is so freaking small that it’s impossible to see it on the world map without using a X10 magnification. Wonder who will attack a place where they can’t see? Plus, we’re on very good terms with big countries who would jump in if anything would happen. What is the point? Useless. Now back to the paper thingy. If they want proof that i go up levels in University, then they should fucking post someone here to make god damn fucking sure that i’m a second year! We’ve got fucking four million people on that puny island for what? For garbbage disposal? Sheesh, they are dumb. We only get to live life once, and what, waste two freaking years on protecting an island where no one wants to invade. Dumbest shit i’ve ever seen.

Enough about negative shit. Back to normal stuff. I’ve been thinking about posting my fics on this site, create a seperate part for my fics. Sounds interesting, but i think i’ll wait for awhile before i do it. I want to finish up a couple of fics before i put them up. Right now still doing my gundam fic, my suikoden fic, starocean fic on hiatus, jedi fic somewhere… Well, i guess that’s all for now… Gtg get ready for class. what a drag.

Torment

Every single existence, strive to exist, to make themselves known, to prove that they were here, on this plane.

Living on borrowed time

Even the purest of saints are never forgiven
Great beings wish to be worshipped, therefore they sought to have ways to get others to fear them.
Fear leads to worship. The fear of demons leads to the worship of God.
When the holy messenger appears to deliver the sign of hope from God, no one is even worth a speck in God’s eyes. Why suffer, why do people sacrifice themselves for such foolish hopes.

What we see, what we do not see. What we hope, what our dreams are meant to be. We humans will perish. I have forseen it. We do not need an outsider to do it, we humans can destory ourselves. Petty greed, insolence, ignorance, fighting over what we do not see. What glory? What fame? What money? We fight over things that are foreign to this world. Where did all of these words come from? From us. What makes left from right? Some old dead man. Who said that this was right and this was wrong? Dead men. Why do we follow in the footsteps in others just to justify our own needs? Do we need a left and right? Do we need a car? Do we need a life? What are these words? These meaningless words. They have no value in them, no life. People fight and die because of words. People bully and kill over words. There is just too much to handle. Is death a solution? Yet i fear it. Not seeing anything but darkness. Unable to feel, unable to hear, unable to taste. Unable to think. It is not like sleeping. Why soften the reality when we are all going to die anyway? Pass away? Eternal sleep? It is nothing like that. Death is a world where nothing happens. You forget, you do not think, see, feel hear or taste. Nothingness. Forever running, would men be after immortality. There is no end. What is this all worth? For there is no hope. Rubbish. This is all rubbish. Life, money, fame, education. All rubbish. What is the purpose that we live on earth? That we can think and breathe? We live to die. We live to walk among the living. We are nothing more than organisms who are able to voice our fears. We are beings that can face it, but still run away from it at the same time. We are like animals, we are animals. What is the point. There is no point. No point in this. No point in living. No point in dying. No point in learning. No point in making money. No point in fame. No point in glory. No point in pleasure. No point in pain. No point in suffering. No point in joy.

Let the mirror reflect my true self. I am more than nothing. I am something. I am human, yet, i too, am the reincarnation of sins. I embody the 250 sins of the world. I am the enemy of God, the enemy of man, the enemy of the devil. I am a fallen, and a risen. I am not in the place i should be, yet i am where i am suppose to be. Faults of the world and of my mind would tear this existence to nothing. Am i dreaming? Is all of this a dream? What is life? Do i really exist? None of this is real. To wish to break free. To want to live within this dream for eternity. Reliving my anguish in a world where imagination reigns. None will survive within this world of mine. All shall perish. It only takes a single stroke to release the beast that is within me. Some have already had a taste of this beast, this fury. But not all of it. Day by day, my agitation builds up, my anger overflows, my fury raging through my veins. My pain, my suffering, my anguish, my tears, fuel the strength that is the beast and weakens the chains that bind him deep within me. Soon, when the beast is free, he shall bind to my soul and heart, blackening it forever. I would accept him. After all, he is me. He is the product of this world. It is his right to live, while it is my right to step aside, for no one is truely king of their own.

Drive

It doesn’t seem too good for me right now. Well, i did improve my philosophy by four percent, but that isn’t good enough. Well, enough of the boring stuff, i’m bored to hell already.

I finished Onimusha, and the ending was somewhat… nice. Well, because of the way it ended, i am yet again forced by my own pride and imagination to write a new fic. Yes, an Onimusha fic based on the forth one. This one will be set four years after the game. It isn’t planned to be a big fic, and i haven’t gotten an ending in my mind yet. Well, this only adds onto the number of active projects i have. Since i haven’t started on this yet, my total would come to three currently wirtten focused fics, three planned fics and another twelve original stories underway. This isn’t looking good.

We’re suppose to go look for houses on the weekend, so… i hope we get some good ones, or maybe i just hope long can wake up in time to go. Or whether he has enough energy to do so.

-Arise from the ashes of fire that burn from the heart of passion.
-Follow the stream of water that flows from the mind of infinite imagination.
-Breathe the air of the breeze that soars from the soul of life.
-Capture the world of beauty within this illusion of wonder.

Eloi, Eloi, Lema, sabachthani.

I am the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.

To the angel that has yet to recieve the sacred blessing
To the fallen angel that has no wings to fly
To the man that desires perfection
To the people that can only live in fear
To the demon that knows no wrong
To the devil that sees through the truth
To the God born from deceit.

Shades

Boring… it’s so dull now. No snow, no rain. Clear sky with hardly any clouds lingering around. Well, i bought myself three games. Two games did not work at first, but now two of them work with the last one, Kingdom Hearts, not working. I know that Kingdom Hearts two is coming out soon, but i just wanted to get a feel of the system before i get number two. Starcraft Ghost is coming out soon, and i’m waiting for the next Guildwars expansion. There are two new classes, assasin and ritualist, and the new place is China like. Jerry was happy with that news. What a patriot. Whatever.

So i have the new Onimusha, Dawn of Dreams, and i must say, it is the BEST of all three. The controls are much easier to remember than the last three. Although there isn’t any samanosuke around, there is Soki, the oni of the ash. Now this is strange part. Get this, he is the son of Tokugawa Leyasu, who is a powerful lord back in the feudal era. He was then adopted by Hideyoshi, who is the one who worked under Nobunaga and united Japan where Nobunaga lost. After that, Soki was adopted into the Yuki household. I don’t know about the Yuki household, but a lot of big names are added.

A chirpy young girl named Yagyu Jubei Akane joins along. She is realy hyper and stuff. Small sized and she wields a katana, but get this, her technique is the legendary quick draw technique. She is supposedly the granddaughter of the Yagyu Jubei from the second game, who fell in love with Oichi, Nobunaga’s sister. Oichi was married to Katsuie, a general of Nobunaga, after her last husband Aizen was killed. Was it Aizen? don’t remember. Anyway, their daughter is Ohatsu, another character in the game and childhood friend of Soki. So we have two girls who have interest in the main character. Interesting. Ohatsu wields a gun masket, and she was personally trained by the legendary Magoichi Saiga of the Saiga clan. For those who do not know, Magoichi Saiga is a legendary marksman in Feudal Japan. His aim was dead on and his group utilizes maskets and were very strong. He made an appearance in the second game. The main character wields a broadsword, and they can get bigger depending on which weapon you wish to wield. Now Soki can wield two broad swords at once, which could make him a cheat character, but he can’t use it while i’m at the controller, so… yeah, only in the movie parts.

There are two more characters, a westen priest who punches and kicks… yeah, a boxer. The last one is a monk, who looks suspicously like Samanosuke. Later we meet a young girl who knows the monk, who is called Tenkai. Tenkai means heaven. Anyway, i remember this young girl as i watched the ending of number three. She’s Anko, the fairy who used her magic in the end to become a grown girl so that she could be with samanosuke. Both she and Samanosuke have not changed. Ah… well…

I just finished my third midterm for pop culture. Really, why do they call it midterm if it is not in the middle of the term? And how can there be three middles? Whatever… It was fairy easy, and i almost wrote answers for all twenty questions. I was actually asked to write ten of them, not all. Luckily i went to the front page to check.

I’m having a writer’s block…. a really bad one. With so many tests coming up, i don’t think i have time to write more often i need to. Oh yeah, i found out that we need to leave the dorms 24 hrs after our final exam. That doesn’t give me enough time to pack goddammit!! These people should all die a horrible death for making my life so hard.

Sore Sora

Sigh…. i forgot to put in yesturday’s post. Ah well, so i’m putting this on for yesturday, which was kinda boring. I was half expecting that Singaporean family to call me and ask whether i was free for lunch or something, so… ah well, you get the picture. Anyway, i went to the gym to excercise, and i was dead tired after a few minutes. I ran at a 80 mile per hour speed for two laps and was too tired to do more. Wait, was it 80, or 8? Hmm… don’t know. Anyway, i managed to do six chin ups in a row, then it was three front and one back for three executive tries.

One thing to note, was that you should NEVER EVER eat tasty toast before going to excercise. It will give you stomach pains like no tomorrow. So i was excercising as usual, which isn’t usual for me at all, while pondering on what my story would look like. But somehow my mind wondered away and it was onto something like whether i can survive another half an hour of excercising, or maybe asking myself why does the gym ceiling look to close to me?

Speaking of stories, i have decided to start a warcraft and starcraft fic after i complete my current three projects. My current three are Gundam, Suikoden and StarOcean

So we finished using the gym, which was supposedly closed at six, but the guy was nice enough to let us in. So we finished at eight, and exited the gym. Then Long and Jerry decided for a smoke. They even gave their girlfriends smokes too. This is lame. Celine, Long’s current girlfriend, kept asking me whether she was different from any of Long’s girlfriends. You know, in my opinion, she isn’t. All of them look the same, same character, same story. And if she starts to smoke, then she is becoming even more like all of Long’s ex’s. It comes as to no surprise that a girlfriend of a smoker would be tempted to smoke at sometime in their relationship. Ah well, i guess that’s life. Oh yeah, Long and Jerry made a bet about basketball, saying that the one who can’t shoot in a ball at a certian distance first, would have to smoke weed. In my opinion, it is like they want to smoke, so yeah, they lose on purpose. In the end both smoked weed, but not before trying to find the lost package.

Ever heard of a being torn apart by differences? This is a case. I don’t know, but maybe i’m being torn into a million pieces of confetti.

Blitz

Today, was a close shave day. No no, not literally. Do not assume till i say so. Anyway, i woke up at eight, and my class only started at 10, so i decided to sleep for awhile longer. Then i woke up at 9:30. This meant, i had 30 mins to get up fully, get a shower, brush my teeth, get changed, grab my books and studd them into my bag, and dash off to my class. Luckily i made it with two minutes to spare. Give credit to my ipod for helping me get my morning adreneline rush ready.

The classes today were sort of boring, nothing much happening. So i finished my classes in the morning and went back to make something to eat. I was dead tired from wracking my brains during philosophy. It isn’t as if learning validity for arguements are easy. Geez, to me, if the arguement is sound, then it should be alright, but no… well, everyone’s like that. Nothing is what it seems. Anyway, when i got back, i decided to make something light and fast, my next class being an hour later, so nothing fancy. Tasty toast.

Since i ran out of chicken a’la king, and tuna as well, i had create something else. Long tried to put in baked beans, and trust me, that does not look good. So i was formulating a new ingredient for the tasty toast while in class. Hey, i did listen, alright? so get off my back. So i created something that i remembered seeing in my kitchen. Canned ham and chicken soup. By remembering the chicken a’la king and tuna mixtures, i had created something that would not normally be used in cooking. Okay, maybe it is, but for a tasty toast? This was a new frontier. Soon, i was mashing the ham in a bowl and poured in the tick mixture of chicken soup. It was sort of tedious at first, but as i was going at full speed, it was pretty fast. Adding in salt and pepper and soy sauce to enhance the flavour, i spent two to five mintues mixing it. Another two minutes preparing the confounded machine by smearing butter all over it, and another few minutes of cooking. Voila! A new tasty toast. You know, at first the mixture didn’t look too appeitizing, looking slightly like a mix between Tiong Bahru porridge and baby food. Now, i am not saying that either is bad, i mean, i love the Tiong Bahru porridge, they are the best, but baby food… i’m not a big fan of mush. But since it was in tasty toast, it really was good. You see, since tasty toast is yellow due to the butter on the hot press, the chicken soup would make the inside look like it is just a bread, cancelling out any weird looking stuff. Plus, it enhances the taste of the bread, unlike the chicken a’la king or the tuna. Bread could be dipped into chicken soup in the first place, so i thought about that and reversed the roles, placing the chicken soup within the bread. It worked, though it was rather strong, maybe i should have eased off the salt. The ham provided a nice side taste and also added to the filling. Basically, it was half a lunch in four bread. Better than nothing.

So i went to class, feeling proud of my new work. My pop culture class was watching another video, and trust me, it is not pretty. Talking about feminism and white supremecy and whatever nonsense. For crying out loud, they even had rape scenes on it! Oh well, i guess they were trying to prove a point, but what was really interesting to me, was that the person who was giving the talks said that racism placed the white people in a center of the discussion. I thought about it, and it was seemingly true. Even though some singaporeans are racist and are not white, naturally, due to media and all sort of things, we see whites as racists. Hmm, i’m learning something new everyday, wait… i’m already learning… oh who the fuck cares.

I was watching some animes in my collection to help generate more ideas for my stories, and was watching Air TV. It is an extremely touching series, and can move people to tears. Of course, those who aren’t very sentimental, or are just too dumb and lazy to get the idea of the story won’t cry, and say that it is a waste of time. Well, they’re wrong. It is an extremely emotional anime and can be applied to everyone in the world. But besides that, i was checking up on wikkipedia about the anime, since i was interested in knowing something. It was then did i find out that a Singaporean singer, named Shuan Yu (never heard of him, but then again, i’ve never heard of much singaporean singers anyway) had violated the copyright thingy and made two songs with titles that are about 80% identical to those songs in Air TV. Their lyrics and tune are almost alike as well. According to him, he was just following what the record company gave him, typical. Anyway, the Japanese company is not pursueing the matter, more like that they don’t care.

So i clicked on the link on Singaporean, and came to the Wikkipedia on Singapore. It was sort of interesting to read on my own country, and more interesting to read what others had to say. Well, it was soon that i reaced the part where they said that the government arrested three bloggers for placing racist comments online. They pleaded guilty and was charged with a heavy fine as well as a maximum of one month jail time. Now, i did a little test and told Long and his racist friend Jerry (the same china dude), that they were almost placed in jail for life. As i expected, Long had the much larger reaction than Jerry, mainly because he knows the laws of Singapore, and Jerry doesn’t. Another reason why Jerry doesn’t have a larger reaction than normal, is because the rumours of Singaporean laws are infamous around the world. Come on, we have more deaths per capita than any other country in the world, what do you expect? Anyway, i also told them that because Jerry said he wanted to visit Singapore sometime, and to tell you the truth, i hate racist pricks. Jerry, is an extreme racist. He condemns all Japanese and Indians and Americans and so on. He judges people on their looks, not on their character. Now, i might be a little old fashion and hypothetical, but it is true. I just can’t stand those kinds of people. I’m saying that i’m not racist completely, but at least i try not to be. I am discreet about my use words. Anyway, i think Jerry is more discouraged from entering Singapore. No spitting in public areas, no racist comments, no drugs, no drinking, etc. I feel evil, but that’s the way i am. Well, it’s time to make dinner. I think i’ll have noodles today again. Seasame flavoured with kimchi…. it’s actually nice.

Requiem

Peace… not to last for long. Last night, it seemed that everything was going smoothly… a little too smoothly I knew that if things went good, it would turn bad almost immediately. So far so good, wait, it was snowing again this morning…. okay, maybe that wasn’t good.

Anyway, i was walking to my class when i noticed the time. i only had five minutes to get to class, and today is my midterm. Strange how midterms are never in the middle of the term, and there are more than 1 middle in a term. So this is my second midterm for philosophy 120. As i was running down the hill from my dormitries, i saw long’s girlfriend, Celine, walking up the slope back to the dorms. She was with two other guys and a girl. One of the guys i noticed was an old bio lab buddy of mine. The girl was… well… nvm. Anyway, the path was split, so i ran towards the left path, to my class, whereas she was coming up from the right path. Depending on where you look from, my left could be your right. Anywhoha, so i never really got to look at her face as i ran, but i did recognize her, the other girl and one of the guys without looking in their direction.

Call me lame or crazy, but i think my observant skills are back. Either this is a good thing, or that it is almost time. Well, either way, things would not happen without much reason. It much be almost time. Well, that is what i get for making a pact…. it has already been five years… no six years. Six years since the contract on his end was fulfilled. Eight years since the pact was made…. Well, he can throw whatever he has at me, i’ll be ready. This skill of mine… it last activated two years back. This is not good. Well, i guess my luck has run out. I guess i should just give it my best and go without any regrets.

To think, that i have no chance of going to see the black citidal, or go to egypt to try to break into a pyramid to get cursed… ah well.

Valiant

Well, this contains two days worth of posting… been busy, so can’t blame me. As you can see, this is under three catergories, because i have stuff to pile in for them, and i’m too lazy to do it under seperate posts.

First, while i was waiting for a cab from “The Real Canadian SuperStore” (aka, Superstore, supermarket, the second walmart, etc.) for twenty five minutes, which i would like to add, is a very long time if you’re alone, trust me. Anyway, as i stood there with four bags of stuff at my feet in the bloody frigit cold chills of the winter night, i noticed that many couples and familes were going both in and out of the place. What was weird was that the couples and familes were getting younger and younger with each person coming out. First would be a middle aged man with his teenage daughter. Then it became a father with a ten year old, then a young looking couple with a seven year old and a two year old. After that, there was a newly wed looking couple with their baby, who is most likely a year old. The dad holding onto diaper cleaners. Way to go, dad. Then i saw this asian dude, this young child in his arms. What does all of this have to do with me? No clue, but i thought it was sort of sentimental at that moment. It made me all philosophical, with stuff like my future and stuff. How weird it must be to be a father, to see your own child in your arms, looking up to you with its amazingly humongous eyes, expecting some sort of candy from your smile. Or maybe it was just shocked that it had just realized how ugly its parent must be. Either way, it must feel pretty weird. To see a part of you within a creation of your efforts.

Well, enough about daddy long legs. My next midterms are coming up, and i have decided to have a change of heart. I will attend to all of my classes and do the best i can to stay awake. What a resolution, too bad it is already too late to make a change… no, it can still make a difference. It seemed strange that whatever would be my current situation, my Psychology class would talk about it as part of the class syllabas. When i was looking at a cute girl in class and thinking about how i should approach her, the class was doing things about emotions. When i failed to pick up the courage to talk to her, the class talked about motivation. Then when she changed her class, the class talked about depression. That was when i had enough. Skipping two classes, i hoped that the fortune telling would stop, but noo…. now that i have a change of heart and focusing to do my work well, the class was talking about stress levels. It was just nice that i had just recovered from debating with myself about whether my sudden fear of everything around me was due to stress. Fortune telling classes are scary…

Then it came to my next philosophy class, well, it was more enjoyable and i had made great progress with my work for it. I will do better for this one. The courses i have decided to do extremely well, my two philosophy class and my english pop culture. My psychology class and English novel class, i will pass these two, no matter what. Anyway, then came onto my english pop culture class, where we were looking into feminism, which was just nicely placed when i was debating with myself about why i prefer to place females with more power than males in my stories. It also just so happened that i was reading a fic written by another person in the Gundam Seed section of Fanfiction.net, and that person had written an AU, where the main character was changed to a girl…. coicidence, i think not. Anyway, pushing that aside, we were also talking about Phallus, which is the male sign of power, aka the penis. Strange that how my little brother is a sign of strength in the old ages. Well, then we looked about its symbolism in many things, like towers. Who the hell looks at a tall tower and thinks its a giant penis? I think my professor thinks so… sicko.

Today, i finally picked up the courage to enter the dreaded library. But it was because i needed to pick up a reading that my professor had told us to do. So i waddled over to the reserve section in a mister bean blurred manner. If my professor hadn’t written down the “reserve” part on the piece of paper, i would have spent hours scouring the entire library and still not find it. So i sort of made my way to the reserve section, about five seconds walk from the entrance. The errie silence of the library creeped me out. So i went to ask the librarian about the reading and stuff. To my own embarrassment, i totally forgot that my student card was my library card. Well, you can’t expect to know every single name they give my student card, do you? Library card, deposit card, student card, cafeteria card etc. Just call it my student card already! Anyway, so i put down my information since it was my first time using the library services. I wonder what happened to privacy of self. So i picked up, not a book, but a folder of badly messed up pieces of paper, held together by a shaky paper clip. Now, at this time, i was hungry since it was lunch time. I only had two hours of borrowing time for this thing, so i needed to photocopy it, all 59 pages. Okay, so maybe it was only half that amount of paper, but if you divided it, it came up to about 30 pieces of paper. Almost. So i ran out, went to top-up my student/library/cafeteria/deposit card and ran back in to the photocopying room in the library. I found one machine being free, so i helped myself to it. The confounded machine was larger than i was. Well, at least it was easy. Place the paper face down on the machine and press copy. Wow, the miracles of technology. So i was copying for about twenty minutes of the same boring routine, when a fat woman approached me and asked if she could lend her my machine to copy one page. Well, i was on my last page, so i naturally obligied. Naturally, i would agree anyway, being a good samaritan. As if. Anyway, so i noticed that this fat woman had a nose ring. Hmm, does it remind you of something? Ah, yes, a bull.

So i discovered many things today, like my multi-purpose student card was a dumb piece of shit for being lame. Or maybe that was just me being ignorant. You know, i was thinking about several things, like the towers, and no, i do not see them as large penises. I would think them as man’s dream to reach the sky, our ultimate goal, where the heavens are. Well, it is true that it is a sign of power and such, but what matters to us now, is what we have with us.

I would like to correct myself on something. When i said that i was going to post my fics, i lied. Somehow or rather, i just can’t post incompleted works. I have to finish my stories, edit them as a whole, then post them. Oh yeah, if you ever wonder, i go under the alias of “dotz” when i review. Of course there are some writers who would like to check on the background on their reviewers. Sneaky, aren’t they?

As of now, my internet is being used by my very oddly behaving cousin, Long and his friend Jerry. The two are, at the moment of this post, sitting next to me, half naked like always, glued onto their computers playing gun-bound. Not to be rude to gun-bound players, but isn’t that lame? Come on, they skip class to play gun-bound? Give me a break. You’re university, dudes, not some yankiee instituition. And later they’re going to smoke weed. Talk about being complacent and dumb. I’m not interferring in their activities, as i have decided to be isolated from his activities. I am no longer interested in keeping watch on what he does and i’m not going to hinder what he does, nor am i supporting it. Sleeping for twelve hours per day is more than irritating. From two in the morning, to two in the afternoon, walk around half naked, playing gun-bound all day and not going to class. I don’t even bother with his results anymore. Smoking both cigarettes and weed, that is just dumb. If you want to die that badly, go jump off the building or something. Whatever, this is getting dumb.

I found a revelation! My ps2 is not completely broken. After doing some experimental cleaning methods, i found that it has worked once again at an efficiancy of seventy percent. Better than expected. That is what i expect from my computers, to give it their very best, even on the verge of death. I am truely happy… ahh…. but this may be short lived. I must do what i can now and do it to the very best that i can. Failure, is not an option.

Innocence

I’m on with my daily post. All that rubbish before was all to make my space look longer. Appearance is all that matters, doesn’t it?

Well, i’m on with something i was just listening in onto. Long, my cousin, was talking with a friend, Jerry (from china, never trust him with your stuff) and they were talking about supernatural stuff, like ghost and stuff. Well, i have tried to find ghost, but somehow or rather, i just can’t get them to come out of their hibernation. Pushing that aside, i was formulating this theory. In the world, there are three kinds of people for this supernatural stuff.

1. Extremely sensitive
2. Normal
3. Cancellers

Now, for the first one, being extremely sensitive means that you are able to not only see Ghost, but also talk to them. Shamans, Ghost communicators and such. These bunch of people are easily manipulated by the forces, so summoning and practicing magic is out of the question for them. The human psyce doesn’t have the capacity to allow humans to forthom or question the possibility of being controlled by the forces that we thought we summoned.

The second group, the normals, are basically the majority. Either they can feel it, or through special devices. They have the greatest potential among the three groups to learn magic. Mind you, that when i saw magic, it is in conjunction with the Eastern usage of Ki or Qi. I will explain later.

The third group is the rarest. The Cancellers. Basically, nothing happens around them. No amount of magic or ghost can or will affect them. They cannot see, feel, hear things like others do. In fact, ghost would fear them and run away. Since they naturally cancel all effects around them, they are the group that cannot learn magic at all. Naturally unable to.

Now onto my explaination of magic. I have created another theory within a short time after creating this notion about the three groups. Magic is, like i said, the usage of Ki or Qi from the inner body and fusing it with the elements from the outside world. All of this must be controlled strongly by the mind. Don’t think of the result. You must visualize the process and focus your entire body’s energies out of you. Once you manage to do that, you will focus it on which element you wish to create, and therefore come up with the different sort of thing conjure. Summoning is closely related, in that you make a pact with the other world. By using up your energy, you will lure in a creature willingful enough to aid you. Fail to control the summoned, and it will consume you.

Well, enough of dark stuff. My garbage is starting to stink and i haven’t gone out in a long while… Well, i did go out just last night, so i shouldn’t be complaining, but my ps2 is broken and i can’t buy a new one because the ps3 is coming soon. Sigh…