he had the person who believed in
the body and the mind were dedicated to the benevolence.
he was originally serving as the head territory of the organization
he changed the shadow into the beast, and was accompanied
he became the head territory of the organization
It is an assassination organization
though it is an organization that the vampire founded
however, he was ruled contrarily by the shadow
and... finally died. it was zato's fate,
but the shadow manipulated him still,
to return remains, venom ran after shadow.
he is in the obstruction of the sage knight was on the way
kiske had asked for the chance to arrest venom
and, aiming at the annihilation of the assassination organization
a some time...
the master of the shadow had the person who loved
the person is millia. She also has a special ability
she succeded the assasination organization
the shadow is run after,and ..killing..master,
it means conflicting with venom,
neither he nor she mutually have good feeling,
they might be despising it ..each other...
over remains of the only...
for...
love?
obligation?
recuiem?
by...
assassin?
impulse?
aim?
jealousy?
menace?
malice?
pain?
so ...
go
pawn
betray
kill
living on the dark side
in the darkness with black
still, assassin doesn't stop.
it is necessary to accompany big power
to carry out the robust conviction.
the end...
to the chain of this hatred
even if they understand...
if it doesn't come
through all eternity at that time
the end
should be gripped and be taken.
(taken from the guilty gear video of Venom - On my Way)
The End. Why does Final Fantasy have such nice music?
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Wonton
Hi, i am a wonton. I am food, stuffed with MORE food, now how awesome is that?
The End. Why do the sands of time flow by so quickly for me?
The End. Why do the sands of time flow by so quickly for me?
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Emotionless Boy
Today was yet another monday, but this monday was a different monday from all the other usual mondays before. Today, two new students were posted into my class. That brings the class total to 22 people, of which 5 are girls, not a bad ratio i would say. Also, today was the slackest monday ever. We had a long long founder's day rehersal, followed by a non-existent chinese lesson, cause everyone was slacking, followed by econs which was just a revision and quite slack, followed by break AND break, followed by a fun TOK lesson which i did not manage to express my thoughts properly but was still praised for o_O (o how a simple comment can make someone's day (maybe it's just me and my lack of getting praised so i value each and every good comment i receive (okay now i'm sounding sad and pitiful and emo-ey))), followed by a fun EngB lesson, followed by a fun non-existent EE period. Yay what a fun way to begin the week, now it's just 1 down 4 more to go.
The subject for today's TOK lesson was emotions as a way of knowing. As far as i know, the four main ways of knowing are language, reason, perception, and emotion. Out of these 4, it is clear how each of the first three are ways of knowing, but what about emotion? If this thought was never introduced to me, i would probably never think of it - emotion as a distinct separate way of knowing similar to the other 3. Emotions also refer to the physical changes of the body when a person gets a certain input (mainly visual); when we see a car coming at us, we feel frightened and our body drowns itself in adrenaline. So for today's lesson, i took the stand that emotion is an equal to the other three ways of knowing. Many people say emotion cannot be trusted, for people feel differently when observing the same thing, like in the case of two people reading a poem, one feels sad and another feels happy after reading the same poem. I would say this ambiguity would also apply to the other three ways of knowing too, so the problem is not with emotion alone. OKAY, that was a very very bad and one-sided argument, you can forget about that. I'm too lazy to backspace everything, so i'll just leave it there. In the meantime, here's a story about the emotionless boy
The Emotionless Boy
There was once a boy, who was born without emotions. He had this tumor in the middle of his brain, which affected him in no way except to rob him of his emotions. There was over a billion to one chance that this would happen, and it so happened that he was the unlucky billionth boy. The boy was without emotions, but to make up for it he was exceedingly intelligent and understanding. He was perceptive, and his reasoning and language skills were of the highest standard. However, many have said that no one can live without emotions, and though one can try, it would be hard, and painful, not only to the person himself, but to all around him.
The boy was an only child, and when he was young, his parents showered him with love. They found out of his condition, but still that did not stop them from loving him with all their heart. The parents were hoping that maybe if they worked hard enough, and tried hard enough, their child may get better and will finally be able to feel emotions. The child understood the amount of care that his parents had for him, but he could not return the love. He was not unkind; he just could not love them back. He would hold his parent’s hands when going out, show concern about the well-being of mother and father, and kiss them goodnight every night. But these actions carried no emotion with them. The child meant well, but by his inability to love, he greatly hurt his parents until they could take no more.
One fine spring day, when the boy was no older than twelve years of age, his parents wrote their last wishes on a piece of paper, stuck it on the fridge, and jumped to their deaths. The boy awoke an hour later, and he immediately knew something was amiss. He got up, brushed his teeth, and went to the kitchen to get some cereal for morning breakfast. He saw the note, and calmly he took the note and read it, instantly realizing that his parents were gone for good. He walked over to the window and looked down, seeing the sprawled figures of the two adults in the concrete floor far far below. Thoughts ran through the boy’s mind, thoughts of the all the interesting moments that he had with his parents over the course of his short life, thoughts of how those interesting moments can never be repeated again, and how he will never see the living faces of his parents again. The boy reasoned that his parents have made their choice, and because of their choice they are now departed into the next world. The boy went to the telephone, and called the police to take away the bodies of his parents that were still lying on the ground. His parents should not traumatize other people with their actions.
The boy need not worry about finances, for his loving parents had taken care of that for him. They saved enough money and stored it in a bank account under the boy’s name, enough to send the boy through till university level. Their house was already paid for, and knowing their child’s character, he was matured enough to live by himself. The boy felt alone without his parents around, not that he could feel any emotion of course, but he just felt this lack of close people around him. To make use of the excess of free time that the boy now had, he started reading extensively. He loved fantasy stories of heroes slaying dragons, of mere humans wielding great magic over expansive lands. To make up for the lack of an adult to answer his many difficult questions, he bought himself a computer and started reading up encyclopedias online. Through all these, the boy read about emotions, he studied emotions, but still he could not understand them. Why would a rational and intelligent prince forgo everything he has just to rescue a princess in a faraway land whose picture he glanced once over? Why would the story of dead people coming back from the afterlife to haunt the living create a sensation of fear in other people? The more he read, the more the boy started to view emotions as a negative aspect of humans. If the world can be more like me, he thought, and then maybe there will be less irrational behaviour in this world.
By now, the boy had encountered one of the most troubling aspects of his emotional deficiency; he could not make choices quickly. He thought of an ingenious way to solve this problem, if by the first few seconds he could not see an obvious choice, he would leave the matter of deciding by chance. He would mentally flip a coin, assigning random values to the strength at which he flipped the coin and the amount of spin on the coin, after which he would calculate which side the coin would land on.
The boy slowly matured into this genius of a young man, and he applied and was accepted into the most prestigious of universities in his country. There, he found other geniuses, some of them savants, whom he could have lengthy conversations and discussions with. He soon found out that everyone else automatically attaches emotions to everything they perceive and think about, something he is incapable of doing. As such, other people’s arguments may be personal to them, as they feel greatly about the matter, but the boy constantly remains slightly detached to his viewpoints. This results in the boy having always the most objective viewpoints, and his arguments were superior to his peers’ more often than not.
News of this genius emotionless boy soon spread around, and countless researchers came to interview and experiment on the boy. The shared their findings and results with the boy, and he understood everything presented to him. As for the researchers, they were disturbed, for at times the boy without emotion seemed inhuman. He reminded some of them of a computer program, a very well written computer program, able to make inferences and come to conclusions in the blink of an eye, yet has no human feeling. The boy sensed their dislike towards him, their fear of him, their amazement of him, yet he felt nothing, for what these people think had nothing to do with him.
The boy saw his peers socialize, saw them get girlfriends and wives. He was in all other aspects a normal human being also, and he wanted to get a girlfriend. He saw really pretty girls, and not so attractive ones, yet he felt the same towards all of them. By logic and reason he knew the pretty girls were more pleasant to look at, yet he felt nothing looking at them. To him, all female humans were basically the same, with a head, a body, and four limbs. To a normal person, the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” would refer to how one should not look solely at physical attributes when choosing a partner, but also to trust his instincts and emotions. But to the boy, the same phrase would have little meaning as he could not judge beauty well. The boy, when faced with choosing one of a few girls, had no choice but to resort to tossing his mental coin, and seeing which side comes up. In this way, the boy often made bad choices in his love life, which lead to short relationships with multiple girls, and he never had a proper girlfriend.
As time went on, the boy went on to become a professor. He could present highly convincing arguments to the masses of students, and he was respected by everyone. He gave lectures overseas, in different continents, and different cultures. He traveled far and wide, teaching as he went, learning as he went. Yet on another fine spring day, not unlike the one when his parents died, his life changed again. His plane was flying from one side of America to the other when it malfunctioned and fell from the sky. Everyone in the plane panicked, but the boy felt no emotion, and he carefully fastened his seat belt and braced himself for the crash. The plane crash landed just outside a small town, sliding and breaking into multiple pieces, bursting into flames. The boy, though in the best possible position for a passenger in a plane that is crash landing, struck his head hard on the seat in front of him. Dark acrid smoke filled the plane aisles, and the boy somehow remained conscious, and not panicking, he stayed low and followed the lighted pathway out of the plane. No sooner did the boy roll out of the plane when the plane exploded, and the boy, thoroughly exhausted and badly injured, lost consciousness.
The doctors who attended to the boy found him with cuts and bruises all over his body, fractures and broken bones all over. However, the part worst damaged was his head, especially his brain. Broken bones can be mended, wounds can be healed, but a head injury is often for life. It was ironic that a boy without emotion, who made the best choices during the crash landing, which made him the sole survivor of the plane crash, had to injure his brain in the process. The boy’s brain was so badly damaged, the doctors had to remove a significant part of it, and as they did so, they also removed the tumor that accompanied the boy since his childhood. When they were done with the surgery, the boy fell into a coma.
A week later, the boy awoke. The first thoughts of the boy were simple – Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? I am the emotionless boy, and I am in a hospital because I was involved in a horrific plane crash. As the boy tried to think harder about the details and about his past, he found that he could not think properly. As a portion of his brain was removed, his ability to think and reason, to use language properly, to perceive the world, was severely diminished. He tried to say something, to find an outlet to express himself, but his mind could not come up with any words. He opened his mouth, and stuttered, and closed his mouth. Was the great professor reduced to being a stuttering fool? The extent of his disability was a great shock to the boy, and he became overwhelmed with emotion. The years and years of pent-up emotions, of love that could not be expressed, of fear that would not rise up in his heart, of feelings that had no explanation, overcame the boy, and a single tear slid from his right eye. Another one followed from his left eye, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. So this is what it is like to feel emotions, to be a normal human being, subject to indescribable feelings called emotions.
After a while, everyone forgot about the emotionless boy. As for the former emotionless boy, he was transferred to a home for the mentally challenged, where he spent the rest of his life living there. Everyday, during mealtime, he would be given a choice of eating either an apple or an orange after his meal. He would smile to himself, and after many hours of deliberation, a caretaker would decide for him, and he would smile and accept the choice, mumbling to himself.
In his mind, he would assign random values to the strength of the toss and spin of the coin, and toss it into the air, then seeing which side it landed on. It landed on heads. That can’t be right, a heads means I have to eat the apple, but I would like to eat the orange, I thought it would land on tails, let me flip again. It landed on heads again, I bet this coin is rigged; I should flip it again to see if it is. Now it landed on tails, what should I do? I should just flip the coin again to see which side it will land on. Heads. Tails. Tails. Tails. Heads… …
The End. Why did the story have to end like this?
The subject for today's TOK lesson was emotions as a way of knowing. As far as i know, the four main ways of knowing are language, reason, perception, and emotion. Out of these 4, it is clear how each of the first three are ways of knowing, but what about emotion? If this thought was never introduced to me, i would probably never think of it - emotion as a distinct separate way of knowing similar to the other 3. Emotions also refer to the physical changes of the body when a person gets a certain input (mainly visual); when we see a car coming at us, we feel frightened and our body drowns itself in adrenaline. So for today's lesson, i took the stand that emotion is an equal to the other three ways of knowing. Many people say emotion cannot be trusted, for people feel differently when observing the same thing, like in the case of two people reading a poem, one feels sad and another feels happy after reading the same poem. I would say this ambiguity would also apply to the other three ways of knowing too, so the problem is not with emotion alone. OKAY, that was a very very bad and one-sided argument, you can forget about that. I'm too lazy to backspace everything, so i'll just leave it there. In the meantime, here's a story about the emotionless boy
The Emotionless Boy
There was once a boy, who was born without emotions. He had this tumor in the middle of his brain, which affected him in no way except to rob him of his emotions. There was over a billion to one chance that this would happen, and it so happened that he was the unlucky billionth boy. The boy was without emotions, but to make up for it he was exceedingly intelligent and understanding. He was perceptive, and his reasoning and language skills were of the highest standard. However, many have said that no one can live without emotions, and though one can try, it would be hard, and painful, not only to the person himself, but to all around him.
The boy was an only child, and when he was young, his parents showered him with love. They found out of his condition, but still that did not stop them from loving him with all their heart. The parents were hoping that maybe if they worked hard enough, and tried hard enough, their child may get better and will finally be able to feel emotions. The child understood the amount of care that his parents had for him, but he could not return the love. He was not unkind; he just could not love them back. He would hold his parent’s hands when going out, show concern about the well-being of mother and father, and kiss them goodnight every night. But these actions carried no emotion with them. The child meant well, but by his inability to love, he greatly hurt his parents until they could take no more.
One fine spring day, when the boy was no older than twelve years of age, his parents wrote their last wishes on a piece of paper, stuck it on the fridge, and jumped to their deaths. The boy awoke an hour later, and he immediately knew something was amiss. He got up, brushed his teeth, and went to the kitchen to get some cereal for morning breakfast. He saw the note, and calmly he took the note and read it, instantly realizing that his parents were gone for good. He walked over to the window and looked down, seeing the sprawled figures of the two adults in the concrete floor far far below. Thoughts ran through the boy’s mind, thoughts of the all the interesting moments that he had with his parents over the course of his short life, thoughts of how those interesting moments can never be repeated again, and how he will never see the living faces of his parents again. The boy reasoned that his parents have made their choice, and because of their choice they are now departed into the next world. The boy went to the telephone, and called the police to take away the bodies of his parents that were still lying on the ground. His parents should not traumatize other people with their actions.
The boy need not worry about finances, for his loving parents had taken care of that for him. They saved enough money and stored it in a bank account under the boy’s name, enough to send the boy through till university level. Their house was already paid for, and knowing their child’s character, he was matured enough to live by himself. The boy felt alone without his parents around, not that he could feel any emotion of course, but he just felt this lack of close people around him. To make use of the excess of free time that the boy now had, he started reading extensively. He loved fantasy stories of heroes slaying dragons, of mere humans wielding great magic over expansive lands. To make up for the lack of an adult to answer his many difficult questions, he bought himself a computer and started reading up encyclopedias online. Through all these, the boy read about emotions, he studied emotions, but still he could not understand them. Why would a rational and intelligent prince forgo everything he has just to rescue a princess in a faraway land whose picture he glanced once over? Why would the story of dead people coming back from the afterlife to haunt the living create a sensation of fear in other people? The more he read, the more the boy started to view emotions as a negative aspect of humans. If the world can be more like me, he thought, and then maybe there will be less irrational behaviour in this world.
By now, the boy had encountered one of the most troubling aspects of his emotional deficiency; he could not make choices quickly. He thought of an ingenious way to solve this problem, if by the first few seconds he could not see an obvious choice, he would leave the matter of deciding by chance. He would mentally flip a coin, assigning random values to the strength at which he flipped the coin and the amount of spin on the coin, after which he would calculate which side the coin would land on.
The boy slowly matured into this genius of a young man, and he applied and was accepted into the most prestigious of universities in his country. There, he found other geniuses, some of them savants, whom he could have lengthy conversations and discussions with. He soon found out that everyone else automatically attaches emotions to everything they perceive and think about, something he is incapable of doing. As such, other people’s arguments may be personal to them, as they feel greatly about the matter, but the boy constantly remains slightly detached to his viewpoints. This results in the boy having always the most objective viewpoints, and his arguments were superior to his peers’ more often than not.
News of this genius emotionless boy soon spread around, and countless researchers came to interview and experiment on the boy. The shared their findings and results with the boy, and he understood everything presented to him. As for the researchers, they were disturbed, for at times the boy without emotion seemed inhuman. He reminded some of them of a computer program, a very well written computer program, able to make inferences and come to conclusions in the blink of an eye, yet has no human feeling. The boy sensed their dislike towards him, their fear of him, their amazement of him, yet he felt nothing, for what these people think had nothing to do with him.
The boy saw his peers socialize, saw them get girlfriends and wives. He was in all other aspects a normal human being also, and he wanted to get a girlfriend. He saw really pretty girls, and not so attractive ones, yet he felt the same towards all of them. By logic and reason he knew the pretty girls were more pleasant to look at, yet he felt nothing looking at them. To him, all female humans were basically the same, with a head, a body, and four limbs. To a normal person, the phrase “beauty is only skin deep” would refer to how one should not look solely at physical attributes when choosing a partner, but also to trust his instincts and emotions. But to the boy, the same phrase would have little meaning as he could not judge beauty well. The boy, when faced with choosing one of a few girls, had no choice but to resort to tossing his mental coin, and seeing which side comes up. In this way, the boy often made bad choices in his love life, which lead to short relationships with multiple girls, and he never had a proper girlfriend.
As time went on, the boy went on to become a professor. He could present highly convincing arguments to the masses of students, and he was respected by everyone. He gave lectures overseas, in different continents, and different cultures. He traveled far and wide, teaching as he went, learning as he went. Yet on another fine spring day, not unlike the one when his parents died, his life changed again. His plane was flying from one side of America to the other when it malfunctioned and fell from the sky. Everyone in the plane panicked, but the boy felt no emotion, and he carefully fastened his seat belt and braced himself for the crash. The plane crash landed just outside a small town, sliding and breaking into multiple pieces, bursting into flames. The boy, though in the best possible position for a passenger in a plane that is crash landing, struck his head hard on the seat in front of him. Dark acrid smoke filled the plane aisles, and the boy somehow remained conscious, and not panicking, he stayed low and followed the lighted pathway out of the plane. No sooner did the boy roll out of the plane when the plane exploded, and the boy, thoroughly exhausted and badly injured, lost consciousness.
The doctors who attended to the boy found him with cuts and bruises all over his body, fractures and broken bones all over. However, the part worst damaged was his head, especially his brain. Broken bones can be mended, wounds can be healed, but a head injury is often for life. It was ironic that a boy without emotion, who made the best choices during the crash landing, which made him the sole survivor of the plane crash, had to injure his brain in the process. The boy’s brain was so badly damaged, the doctors had to remove a significant part of it, and as they did so, they also removed the tumor that accompanied the boy since his childhood. When they were done with the surgery, the boy fell into a coma.
A week later, the boy awoke. The first thoughts of the boy were simple – Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? I am the emotionless boy, and I am in a hospital because I was involved in a horrific plane crash. As the boy tried to think harder about the details and about his past, he found that he could not think properly. As a portion of his brain was removed, his ability to think and reason, to use language properly, to perceive the world, was severely diminished. He tried to say something, to find an outlet to express himself, but his mind could not come up with any words. He opened his mouth, and stuttered, and closed his mouth. Was the great professor reduced to being a stuttering fool? The extent of his disability was a great shock to the boy, and he became overwhelmed with emotion. The years and years of pent-up emotions, of love that could not be expressed, of fear that would not rise up in his heart, of feelings that had no explanation, overcame the boy, and a single tear slid from his right eye. Another one followed from his left eye, and soon he was sobbing uncontrollably. So this is what it is like to feel emotions, to be a normal human being, subject to indescribable feelings called emotions.
After a while, everyone forgot about the emotionless boy. As for the former emotionless boy, he was transferred to a home for the mentally challenged, where he spent the rest of his life living there. Everyday, during mealtime, he would be given a choice of eating either an apple or an orange after his meal. He would smile to himself, and after many hours of deliberation, a caretaker would decide for him, and he would smile and accept the choice, mumbling to himself.
In his mind, he would assign random values to the strength of the toss and spin of the coin, and toss it into the air, then seeing which side it landed on. It landed on heads. That can’t be right, a heads means I have to eat the apple, but I would like to eat the orange, I thought it would land on tails, let me flip again. It landed on heads again, I bet this coin is rigged; I should flip it again to see if it is. Now it landed on tails, what should I do? I should just flip the coin again to see which side it will land on. Heads. Tails. Tails. Tails. Heads… …
The End. Why did the story have to end like this?
Things that happened
After a long break, here's a short recap on the things that happened since wednesday:
Wednesday: Forgot what happened at school, went to first ever photog meeting till 5. They actually have my name on the namelist, woot. Was really really tempted to tick my attendence for the last 4 meetings, but the senior was looking. O well there's always next time.
Thursday: There was this captain's ball event for the second intake students. The balls they used were, to say the very least, interesting. What's with eggplants, exercise balls, pineapples and raw whole chickens. By the luck of the draw, we got the raw chicken field, by even more luck, we got the field again. I believe that playing captain's ball with a ball that is slimey and disintegrates halfway is quite an unforgettable experience, hurray for the student council for even thinking of such an absurd idea.
Friday: Highlight of the day supposed to be the picnic, it failed terribly. New highlight of the day was the double movie @ 6 bucks each @ GV Plaza. Went to watch CJ7 first - 5 words: IT IS A HORROR SHOW! Whatever newspapers and magazine reviews you read about CJ7, don't be fooled, for it is a horror show. Of course there's all the sad touching bits, all the comedy parts, BUT IT IS STILL A HORROR SHOW. I think it is just me, but i still get freaked out thinking of CJ7.
After that horror show, i stayed in the cinema for about half an hour, changed to another seat, and watched jumper. Nice show, nice action, nice mr. snakes-on-a-plane, and nice uber-cool-accent irish dude. I now have yet another ambition. When i grow up, i'm going to learn a perfect irish accent. Yet another thing to add to my list of when-i-grow-up-what-i-want-to-do list.
Saturday: passed so quickly. Nothing ever happens on saturdays, it's like one of those days meant for people to catch up on sleep.
Sunday: EVERYTHING happens on sundays. On normal dneo sundays, theres always the homework after 12am. More importantly, there's always the build-up to homework which happens before 12am, which is more taxing on the brain and body than the actually doing of homework, cause i dont actually do the homework.
But this sunday, someone close to me died. He/she had been around me since 2005, and i would see him/her everyday. Even in the dark mornings when no one else would be awake, sometimes i would see his/her bright face shining in the darkness. When i was feeling emo or hyper or happy or sad, and i needed someone to communicate with, he/she would be there for me, always absorbing information, giving interesting replies. Lately, his/her health started failing, there were times when he/she would not respond when i wanted him/her to. These were signs, which i overlooked, and at last it came, The End... of my computer :'( Farewell o computer, you have served me well... so stop slacking and start serving me well again dammit. Anyone who knows anything about Kernel_data_inpage_error or Unmountable_boot_disk please please please contact me and help me. It would be greatly appreciated.
Oh ya, i'm screwed for my Chemistry and Physics tests. Oh noes =( nvm, there's always next time, let's hope this will allow me to get a good progress award =)
The End. Why is cj7 a freaking horror show?!?!?
Wednesday: Forgot what happened at school, went to first ever photog meeting till 5. They actually have my name on the namelist, woot. Was really really tempted to tick my attendence for the last 4 meetings, but the senior was looking. O well there's always next time.
Thursday: There was this captain's ball event for the second intake students. The balls they used were, to say the very least, interesting. What's with eggplants, exercise balls, pineapples and raw whole chickens. By the luck of the draw, we got the raw chicken field, by even more luck, we got the field again. I believe that playing captain's ball with a ball that is slimey and disintegrates halfway is quite an unforgettable experience, hurray for the student council for even thinking of such an absurd idea.
Friday: Highlight of the day supposed to be the picnic, it failed terribly. New highlight of the day was the double movie @ 6 bucks each @ GV Plaza. Went to watch CJ7 first - 5 words: IT IS A HORROR SHOW! Whatever newspapers and magazine reviews you read about CJ7, don't be fooled, for it is a horror show. Of course there's all the sad touching bits, all the comedy parts, BUT IT IS STILL A HORROR SHOW. I think it is just me, but i still get freaked out thinking of CJ7.
After that horror show, i stayed in the cinema for about half an hour, changed to another seat, and watched jumper. Nice show, nice action, nice mr. snakes-on-a-plane, and nice uber-cool-accent irish dude. I now have yet another ambition. When i grow up, i'm going to learn a perfect irish accent. Yet another thing to add to my list of when-i-grow-up-what-i-want-to-do list.
Saturday: passed so quickly. Nothing ever happens on saturdays, it's like one of those days meant for people to catch up on sleep.
Sunday: EVERYTHING happens on sundays. On normal dneo sundays, theres always the homework after 12am. More importantly, there's always the build-up to homework which happens before 12am, which is more taxing on the brain and body than the actually doing of homework, cause i dont actually do the homework.
But this sunday, someone close to me died. He/she had been around me since 2005, and i would see him/her everyday. Even in the dark mornings when no one else would be awake, sometimes i would see his/her bright face shining in the darkness. When i was feeling emo or hyper or happy or sad, and i needed someone to communicate with, he/she would be there for me, always absorbing information, giving interesting replies. Lately, his/her health started failing, there were times when he/she would not respond when i wanted him/her to. These were signs, which i overlooked, and at last it came, The End... of my computer :'( Farewell o computer, you have served me well... so stop slacking and start serving me well again dammit. Anyone who knows anything about Kernel_data_inpage_error or Unmountable_boot_disk please please please contact me and help me. It would be greatly appreciated.
Oh ya, i'm screwed for my Chemistry and Physics tests. Oh noes =( nvm, there's always next time, let's hope this will allow me to get a good progress award =)
The End. Why is cj7 a freaking horror show?!?!?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sleep... is good.
One word: Tired.
Today i shall slack and not write alot. Yay. In the meantime, here's a nice randomly generated poem:
A vet scores throughout a battery.
A greatest physicist belts the metro.
The token gasps.
The bowl conforms.
The grace dances?
You are a precivilization
or a napu
wtf is a napu
it is a chevrotain somewhat larger than the kanchil
wtf is a kanchil
small chevrotain of southeastern Asia
that's not helping things
so wtf is a chevrotain
any very small, deerlike ruminant of the family Tragulidae
aha, you are a gorkiy.
The End
Reflecting on my previous post, i realise that the paragraphs had totally no link whatsoever. That should not be happening, so from now on i'll try to make sure the paragraphs will be linked by something.
The End. O cactus, why won't you bloom for me?
Today i shall slack and not write alot. Yay. In the meantime, here's a nice randomly generated poem:
A vet scores throughout a battery.
A greatest physicist belts the metro.
The token gasps.
The bowl conforms.
The grace dances?
You are a precivilization
or a napu
wtf is a napu
it is a chevrotain somewhat larger than the kanchil
wtf is a kanchil
small chevrotain of southeastern Asia
that's not helping things
so wtf is a chevrotain
any very small, deerlike ruminant of the family Tragulidae
aha, you are a gorkiy.
The End
Reflecting on my previous post, i realise that the paragraphs had totally no link whatsoever. That should not be happening, so from now on i'll try to make sure the paragraphs will be linked by something.
The End. O cactus, why won't you bloom for me?
Monday, February 18, 2008
Daffodils
Hi, you can call me Adam (this has nothing to do with Eve so lets keep her out of this), or Daffodils (dont ask, i wont tell).
Ah, the beauty of the english language. A whole language constructed out of 26 symbols and with spaces, that can portray most thoughts and feelings effectively and efficiently. Individual words have multiple meanings and alternative uses, hence there is an opportunity cost for writing each word, as other words are forgone. However, im not an english student, so heck the qualitative part and let's go into numbers. There are 26 combinations of 1 letter words, of which around.... 3 are oftenly used - a, u and i. Moving on, 676 combinations of 2 letter words, 17576 combinations of 3 letter words, and 456976 combinations of 4 letter words, of which 3 are oftenly used - one to express yourself during times of frustration and two opposites to express the deepest of feelings. So what's my point of saying all these? I also don't know, if you can find one, please tell me.
Hey it's my second blog post (third, counting the deleted one), let me tell you a story. I once had a little cactus plant, you know those that you put on your study tables and are just there to look pretty and green and to poke if you're not careful and to poke you if you're feeling sleepy. I tried taking care of it, feeding it lots of water, showering it with TLC. It turned over in its pot and died on me. I got another one, that one died too. For many times this happened, and using failed logic that i used in my TOK essay (and mathematical induction), when people conduct experiments or observe stuff, and the same result happens multiple times, we can conclude that the same result will happen in the future if the same experiment was conducted. But fools do not learn from past mistakes, and once in a while i would try my hand at raising another minature cactus plant. I have thought over it, maybe i was giving too much water, maybe i was giving too little sunlight, maybe the cactus just needed it's own private time, away from all the attention that a bored hyper boy could give. By altering the variables, maybe i could just succeed this once. Sometimes i would just sit in my room, with the ghosts of dead minature cacti around me, haunting me, but what could i do? It was over for them, they lived, they died, and they will never be the same again. Maybe i should give up and just grow other stuff, like bean sprouts. Those are fun to grow =)
Okay time to change topic. Today, i was stuck in a traffic jam along a neighbourhood road, i spent 12 minutes of my life travelling 1km. That's an average speed of 5km per hour, not your usual bus speed. Who do i blame for this? THE WORLD. That is why i want to change the world, one person at a time, starting with me. Sometimes it is fun to be random, doing nice stuff no one expects.
When was the last time you did something for the first time? This question is too vague, for if i go into the details, i did everything for the first time. This is the first time im writing my second blog post, this is the first time im spelng <--- that word wrongly, the list goes on. But answering the question in the general sense, i realise that maybe our lives are too ritualistic. We have schedules for everything, and at our current stage, life is but a repetition of the 7 days. O well, im not complaining, but sometimes you need randomness to spice up the mundane going-ons of life. As such, here is another of my random sentences that happens to actually make abit of sense:
"Can a jury fear behind the flawed heaven?"
I have written far too much for today, and yet i still leave many other things unwritten. Maybe those thoughts will be able to show themselves on a later date, maybe they will will bury themselves into my subconcious, surfacing only when they feel like it. Maybe.
The End. Why is this post so different from the last?
Ah, the beauty of the english language. A whole language constructed out of 26 symbols and with spaces, that can portray most thoughts and feelings effectively and efficiently. Individual words have multiple meanings and alternative uses, hence there is an opportunity cost for writing each word, as other words are forgone. However, im not an english student, so heck the qualitative part and let's go into numbers. There are 26 combinations of 1 letter words, of which around.... 3 are oftenly used - a, u and i. Moving on, 676 combinations of 2 letter words, 17576 combinations of 3 letter words, and 456976 combinations of 4 letter words, of which 3 are oftenly used - one to express yourself during times of frustration and two opposites to express the deepest of feelings. So what's my point of saying all these? I also don't know, if you can find one, please tell me.
Hey it's my second blog post (third, counting the deleted one), let me tell you a story. I once had a little cactus plant, you know those that you put on your study tables and are just there to look pretty and green and to poke if you're not careful and to poke you if you're feeling sleepy. I tried taking care of it, feeding it lots of water, showering it with TLC. It turned over in its pot and died on me. I got another one, that one died too. For many times this happened, and using failed logic that i used in my TOK essay (and mathematical induction), when people conduct experiments or observe stuff, and the same result happens multiple times, we can conclude that the same result will happen in the future if the same experiment was conducted. But fools do not learn from past mistakes, and once in a while i would try my hand at raising another minature cactus plant. I have thought over it, maybe i was giving too much water, maybe i was giving too little sunlight, maybe the cactus just needed it's own private time, away from all the attention that a bored hyper boy could give. By altering the variables, maybe i could just succeed this once. Sometimes i would just sit in my room, with the ghosts of dead minature cacti around me, haunting me, but what could i do? It was over for them, they lived, they died, and they will never be the same again. Maybe i should give up and just grow other stuff, like bean sprouts. Those are fun to grow =)
Okay time to change topic. Today, i was stuck in a traffic jam along a neighbourhood road, i spent 12 minutes of my life travelling 1km. That's an average speed of 5km per hour, not your usual bus speed. Who do i blame for this? THE WORLD. That is why i want to change the world, one person at a time, starting with me. Sometimes it is fun to be random, doing nice stuff no one expects.
When was the last time you did something for the first time? This question is too vague, for if i go into the details, i did everything for the first time. This is the first time im writing my second blog post, this is the first time im spelng <--- that word wrongly, the list goes on. But answering the question in the general sense, i realise that maybe our lives are too ritualistic. We have schedules for everything, and at our current stage, life is but a repetition of the 7 days. O well, im not complaining, but sometimes you need randomness to spice up the mundane going-ons of life. As such, here is another of my random sentences that happens to actually make abit of sense:
"Can a jury fear behind the flawed heaven?"
I have written far too much for today, and yet i still leave many other things unwritten. Maybe those thoughts will be able to show themselves on a later date, maybe they will will bury themselves into my subconcious, surfacing only when they feel like it. Maybe.
The End. Why is this post so different from the last?
I want to change the world...
Hi.
As the noob that i am, i accidentally deleted my first post. Well it contained nothing much except for an introduction - a simple hello, and a promise that i would write more on sunday. O well, maybe it was a sign for me to start over, so here goes nothing.
I am me, otherwise known as Dneo, Huhx, Shadowelf, and more recently, noobstick. Basic facts about me: human, guy, IB student, ex-GEP, happy-go-lucky, not good with languages, noob, stick, the list goes on, but who cares. Stuff that may actually be interesting: im straight (yes i am), single (after 4 years in a single ed school, if a guy's attached, hes either gay, despo, or really cool, but i'm neither of the three). That's about it for my introduction, i'll find a place to put my likes and dislikes later on.
This blog was suppose to start on the 14th of February, it is now the 18th of February, I can explain. I slept through thursday afternoon, evening, and night, and had to go on a cruise from friday to sunday (i don't even know why.). I'm seeing how long it will take before anyone actually finds this blog and comments to me about it.
So far, i have been trying really hard not to bring any attention at all to the title of this post. But since it has been mentioned, here's my flawed logic about it. Blogs are written to be read, and when people read blogs, they learn new things (like how often other people's family eat fruits). This new knowledge will affect the people, changing their opinions and mindsets about the blogger. On the other hand, the world is made out of people, and theoretically anyone can read the blog. So by creating this blog, i am hoping that people will read it, and they will be changed, and once enough people reads it, The World Shall Be Changed! In other words, i want to change the world...
I have much more to say, but sadly time is short.... like a dwarf, so i will write more sometime later. Hrmm, i realise that if you randomed enough times from a random sentence generator, you may actually get a sentence that means something:
"The retaining farewell opposes a blessed suicide."
The End. Why did i even start a blog?
As the noob that i am, i accidentally deleted my first post. Well it contained nothing much except for an introduction - a simple hello, and a promise that i would write more on sunday. O well, maybe it was a sign for me to start over, so here goes nothing.
I am me, otherwise known as Dneo, Huhx, Shadowelf, and more recently, noobstick. Basic facts about me: human, guy, IB student, ex-GEP, happy-go-lucky, not good with languages, noob, stick, the list goes on, but who cares. Stuff that may actually be interesting: im straight (yes i am), single (after 4 years in a single ed school, if a guy's attached, hes either gay, despo, or really cool, but i'm neither of the three). That's about it for my introduction, i'll find a place to put my likes and dislikes later on.
This blog was suppose to start on the 14th of February, it is now the 18th of February, I can explain. I slept through thursday afternoon, evening, and night, and had to go on a cruise from friday to sunday (i don't even know why.). I'm seeing how long it will take before anyone actually finds this blog and comments to me about it.
So far, i have been trying really hard not to bring any attention at all to the title of this post. But since it has been mentioned, here's my flawed logic about it. Blogs are written to be read, and when people read blogs, they learn new things (like how often other people's family eat fruits). This new knowledge will affect the people, changing their opinions and mindsets about the blogger. On the other hand, the world is made out of people, and theoretically anyone can read the blog. So by creating this blog, i am hoping that people will read it, and they will be changed, and once enough people reads it, The World Shall Be Changed! In other words, i want to change the world...
I have much more to say, but sadly time is short.... like a dwarf, so i will write more sometime later. Hrmm, i realise that if you randomed enough times from a random sentence generator, you may actually get a sentence that means something:
"The retaining farewell opposes a blessed suicide."
The End. Why did i even start a blog?
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