Elder Scrolls XVI

I see.

2007-06-10T06:59:00.001-07:00

Well. ;D I am back from Australia, eh, the sadness of it all, school tomorrow - maths. I am too lazy to write about what happened for the past week so I shall just skip..most of it.

It was awesome. ;D Yay for awesomeness, we were at Brisbane ( How do you pronounce it eh? ) and then we went to Tasmania to visit Ben's homestay, and his dear homestay mother, Gizella. ^__^ I mostly enjoyed the Tasmania part but Brisbane was good, too bad I didn't see Whristine. >__
Tasmania was cold, as ever, having uber sensitive parents has a downfall, when I entered Ben's room, it was so hot and stuffy. D: How can people survive having the heater on like that, who knows. ANYWAY. ;D She has two doggies, and they are so cuteee. Gypsy and Zeus, the dogs, are awesome. I miss them already. D:
Wow, I kept skipping so much, I don't even know where or what to say now. XD

Ben and I were suppose to update this blog..like on Friday but laziness was something that we couldn't avoid so ta-da.

By the way, everyone must read Twilight and New Moon, kay? ;D Good. I will post later, or tomorrow, or the next day.

And remember it isn't "My family and me" it is "My family and I". There is always time for English lessons. ;D

MSN and the world is out to get me.

2007-05-13T01:36:00.000-07:00

Well, mostly MSN anyway.
Damned thing, not working for two days now.
-___-;; I tried deleting it and reinstalling and downloading, and banging my keyboard.
Nothing worked but the banging my keyboard part made me feel good.

WTFHISWRONGWITHYOUMSN?
ARE YOU AGAINST ME? HUH?
Be a man and just say so, don't play stupid.
WHICH YOU PROBABLY ARE. =O

Yes everyone, MSN is evil.
Just because I ate KitKat and didn't bother sharing.

And this concludes Angel rant for today. ^___^
Never trust MSN.

2007-05-07T03:20:00.001-07:00

The song “I Am, You Are, We Are Australian” paints a far more positive image of Australia, of a country where all its cultural, religious, political and individual differences are put aside voluntarily by everyone so as to achieve a community of peace, harmony and all the other good things communal spirit hopes to bring. Hah.

The song proceeds in a semblance of chronological order, beginning from the ‘dreamtime’ of the Aboriginals who believe it is from then onwards they were created to the arrival of the white people onboard prison ships to recent – and not so recent – local culture and finally to the ‘spirit’ of the land itself. Very nice underlying message, and now on to my thoughts.

The common pattern throughout the entire song is how almost every verse ends with “I am Australian”. This is no doubt used to suggest to anyone who happened to be listening to the song that Australia is all one big happy family. It does its job quite well, but some of its contents are exaggerations, especially the part of the chorus where it says ‘from all the lands on earth, we come’. Only the Aborigines and the white settlers are clearly and definitely mentioned. A passing implication of the presence of Chinese was in the line ‘I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode.’ The Chinese were indeed there when the Gold Rush occurred in parts of Australia, but really, who else but a literary student or an otherwise insanely curious person would bother to ‘read in between the lines’ so meticulously?

Sad to say, the current attitude of Australians is not supportive of this song. I really wish it could be but self-experiences prove otherwise. Interestingly – or maybe not at all, really – it is only the descendents of the white settlers which demonstrate publicly their discrimination of … anything you care to name. There is an unspoken law buzzing around through the heads of people and around the air which says, ‘if you’re not one of us, you’re fair game.’ But not all of the whites are despicable individuals with a lack of depth of compassion or understanding whatsoever. There are many which exhibit characteristics totally opposite of mainstream attitudes. Oh yes, it has become so chronic I have labeled it mainstream. What is that to say of their culture, I wonder? How do you ponder and look at your own people when I say as much as I have now? But I digress.

These people, the exception to the rule I could say but there are far too many of them to be considered anomalies, are wonderful. They frankly could not care less what skin color you have, where you come from and whether you use a fork or spoon to eat your food with. They’ll talk to you and try to know you, even with all the barriers either we or our society have erected around us. These I cherish, though admittedly I don’t get along with some of them. But this, at least, is for a purely innocent reason: that we are too different in thoughts and personalities to be compatible. I would honestly rather people hate me for my mindset than for my origins. That way, they at least have reasonable grounds for feeling so.

cruel and unusual

2007-04-03T05:22:00.000-07:00

Thou hast been duped.

Those of you reading this most probably stopped by my blog expecting an update because you've been paying attention to my MSN personal message. Well, I lied. There are no new updates. Why? Because I am too lazy. May my squeeps echo throughout the universe with its all-powerful animalistic cuteness.

2007-03-27T05:22:00.000-07:00

racism is as much a disease of the mind as religion is. and perhaps because of that, i am not so different from the religious of whom i have spurned so mightily in the past.

but at least i won't give up my daughter's body as sexual bait to save the virginity of a total male stranger. then again, the Bible's an ass that way.

of tasmania and things

2007-03-20T03:31:00.000-07:00

It's been so long since I last posted here. I wonder if there's still anybody out there who comes by and checks in once in awhile for content? Probably not. As interesting as my posts are, it's been near .. what .. a month or so since the last update? Something like that, long enough.

Gawd. Gawd. I love Tasmania.

There are still the few assholes here and there who are racist enough to raise their voice in public now and again, and it surely sucks when you miss the bus back home on Sundays and the only other one going anywhere near your area is an hour and a half's wait away ... but besides that, it's everything I could have hoped and wished for. After getting used to the weather here, it's even more than that. Nothing like a cold, refreshing morning breeze blowing in your face to get you started for the day.

Odd though, I miss home more than ever. Family, friends. My newly renovated room which I only got to enjoy for around two weeks before moving off to Tasmania. The suckage. The pure and overwhelming suckage. More importantly, the family and friends issue. Still pissed about the room, though.

I haven't got any photos yet. Never bothered getting around to taking any, though I eventually will, I'm sure. Firstly, it's going to be pictures of my homestay mates: Minji, the 15 year old Korean girl. Michio, the 16 year old Japanese boy. And Haeri, the 13 year old Korean girl. Read that, thirteen years old! I didn't know such young people were allowed out of their parents' protection. Caitlin's eager about Michio's picture because I've said he's quite good looking, but hell would I know for sure; I'm a guy myself.

~~The devil's temptation~~ World of Warcraft is consuming my soouuulll. Anyone heard of it? Oh I bet you have. The hype is not exaggerated. It is that. Freakin'. Good. I'm exercising some willpower over myself now and not playing as much anymore but God, how I wish I could. How I wish I could ... -twitches all over-

Anyway, I'll continue this post some other day. I've been getting into Stephen King's novels recently and they're scaring me so much I don't dare stay up after 11 anymore. It's the clowns. I see them everywhere. Their sickly pus-green grins, and the inhuman twirls of their blood crimson hair. Oh, the balloons in their hands with all the whimsical animal shapes. They float. But we all float. We all float when we die. Die. Die. We all float.

Ehem. Right. Signing off.

P.S I hate it when people say 'Tassie'. Sweet Jeezus, what's wrong with 'Tasmania'? It sounds a lot less disgustingly Barney-ish in any case.

Usa-chan

2007-03-05T02:55:00.000-08:00

Oh oh, guess what?
I might get a rabbit, yeah, I thought of everything (I lied), well, almost everything.
I am gonna name her Beatrix, nope not from the Harry Potter Book, stupid.
Look up what it means, it means Blessed.
What else means Blessed?
Benedict.
So if you are not stupid, find the connection.

Yep, I love my big brother lots. <3

Though Beatrix has a bad history. :/
"From Viatrix, a feminine form of the Late Latin name Viator which meant "voyager, traveller". The spelling of the name was altered by association with Latin beatus "blessed". This was the name of a 4th-century saint who was strangled to death after her brothers were beheaded. A more modern bearer was the British author and illustrator Beatrix Potter (1866-1943), the creator of Peter Rabbit."

So I was thinking of Emi too, it means blessed in Japanese.
"Means "blessed with beauty" from Japanese e "blessed" or "rich" and mi "beauty"."

So..stuff

2007-02-14T23:46:00.000-08:00

So, the day before yesterday, Ben went to Taz and I skipped school.
Yesterday was Valentines Day
And today is Leslie's birthday.
AWESOME. 8D
Though I don't really know Leslie but I wanted to put something for today.

Stupid Ben, having to go so soon, not being able to go on holiday with us.
But he sure enjoys it over there,
"The homestay is really awesome"
Whatever. :/

And and..I have nothing to say.
I just had to post something so that Ben can read something when he gets on.

He better be grateful he ha such a cute little sister like me.

appreciate the distinction

2007-02-09T06:06:00.000-08:00

Trance is not techno. Saying trance is exactly the same as techno is like saying butt secks and normal secks is the exact same thing. See the difference now? It's subtle, but you can be as sure as Sunday mass - as Hell - that it's there. Can't see it yet? Look a little harder.

God, what am I doing?

currently listening: andy maurer's cultural cancer.

A child has been born

2007-02-08T02:10:00.000-08:00

Well, not really.
I just needed a tittle. :3
So..here it is.
A test post.
Ignore it, kay?

miscellany

2007-02-08T01:04:00.000-08:00

I be a doctor, yes! That is until I found out you need a 95 average to even qualify for their courses. Which took a really big bite out of my high. Hope was low, huddling together with self-esteem to comfort and console each other after what seemed like an all mighty, defeating blow. But then I stopped and thought again: why the fuck am I worrying? I might as well do it. And if I can't, that's what the 'second career choice' is for anyway. So that's that. I'm going into a medical career, or going down trying.

Initiating Nerd Mode.

Or so everybody says about all doctors-in-studying for their first six years - at the very least. I don't think I'm going to be like that though; I think I'd choke on all that stuffy, house air if I stayed indoors all day. I can't very well be a doctor if I'm too busy choking on dusty humidity in front of my study desk, now can I?

I just realized you can invite people to post posts (ah hah, that made me chuckle. god, i am such a literary geek.) on your blog through e-mail. I tried it earlier with my sister, and she's reading the instructions as I type. Then we'll be able to keep in touch with each other even while I'm an ocean away by posting on the same blog. Eh, what's that? Why not just make a new blog account for her? Question not my logic, infidels. There is method to my madness. Sorta.

Looking back, I kinda digressed big time from my original point of .. what was it again. Oh right yes. Doctors. And studying hard. No wonder I couldn't wait to change the topic.

hope

2007-01-30T19:56:00.000-08:00

Well shit. Maybe Streamyx ain't such a big load of crap after all.

Then again, I have this feeling the speed will drop right back down to shit if I ever disconnect from my current connection. And so a game is played! To see how long my laptop can last without a reboot.

300

2007-01-19T06:06:00.000-08:00

Placeholder for now. I'll elaborate more on how this thing made me wet my pants in pure joyful ecstasy multiple times ... right after I finish watching it again ... And maybe one more time. Just one more. Honest.

people are stupid.

2007-01-17T05:28:00.000-08:00

There is something incredibly sad about a person who calls you up and goes, "Where are you? Haha, enjoying the sex? Where are you? Having fun? Where are you? You're not a virgin anymore!"
Me: Coming back to school now. Which is when I hang up, but they call back almost immediately.
"Hey, where are you? Having fun with her over there? Where? Oh, you're finally not a virgin, Ben!" Then to top it off, I reach home, get online, enjoy surfing through webspace then all of a sudden, he comes online and he's, "You're not a virgin anymore." End. Yeah, that was all he said. God fuck. Right now the rage is clouding my head so much I keep confusing if I'm singling that person out or the retarded crowd as a whole. Like it makes a difference, anyway. Pssh.

Why won't people stop being incredible assholes and realize repetition does not make lame attempts at humor any funnier? Or that commenting on implausible and incredulous situations sparking between me and a friend who happens to be a girl happening is not funny as well? Or that it is perfectly okay for members of the opposite sex to spend time together and not have anything intimate going on between them?
But the saddest part is none of the things I've just mentioned actually surprised me today; my faith in humanity died a long time ago. Then again, some of it has recently been rekindled by a select few, and oddly enough - or maybe not - most of them are girls. Maybe they are the superior sex. Too bad I'm going to be leaving them in a month, fuck. Sad. Ah well, at least there'll be one coming along, so it's not going to be so bad.

And maybe Tasmanians aren't so quick to judge. Or retarded. Just a hope.

organisational failure.

2007-01-13T23:14:00.000-08:00

I never knew having fun could be so tiring. At least there'll be free food.

wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

2007-01-11T00:29:00.000-08:00

Why doesn't my head stop pounding? God condemn all this shit, make the pain stop.
By the way, Michelle, sorry about being an asshole towards you earlier; I could barely see where I was walking, more so greet you properly.

self-made student.

2007-01-10T23:58:00.000-08:00

This week the trend was to backstab every single one of my friends ~~and leave a voicemail message trying to make amends, all the while hoping this'll work out in the end.~~
And next week the trend is to not wake up 'till 3pm. I pick a few conscious hours that I choose to spend, and sleep away the rest of them. Ripped from Relient K.

So I'm going to tuition. That being the case, I think this merits a "Get Out Of School Free" card, which after deliberate talking with my parents, it did. I'll still be seeing you guys, (; Will drop by the evil place whenever I feel the pangs of absence nudge my heart.

God, I'm going to tuition. It feels so odd to say it, to have this feeling of certainty that I have indeed enrolled myself in something like that. When was the last time I went to a tuition class? Oh right, never.

omgsecks

2007-01-08T05:39:00.000-08:00

I have waited forever for this day; for this one. Fucking. Scene. I love you, Fred, for proving to me once and for all with irrefutable proof that my heart is more in touch with its feminine side than some of the females in this world - I near teared up at seeing Kimiko and Piro hug - and that I have no life, whatsoever.

Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, Mega-fuckin'-Tokyo.

roflmao, religion.

2007-01-08T04:46:00.000-08:00

It's an inside joke, but it's a pretty good one:

Jackie's personal message has been changed to 'Holy Mother of God ...'
You have initiated a conversation with Jackie.

"It's not good to use the name of divinity in vain. (:"

Jackie: And you care because ... ?

"'Cause I'm a Christian, I guess ..."

"..."

"XDXDXDXDXDXD"

Jackie didn't get it. But then, he hasn't been around me much since he moved back to Chung Hua last year.

episode 08.01.07

2007-01-08T03:52:00.002-08:00

Let's recap what's happened to me in the past week:

1. The renovation efforts on my room has been completed. This is a yay! Now my living space is two-and-a-half times bigger than it previously was. In order to make this newly completed room seem less empty - and to reduce the annoying echoes - my sister's stuff from her room has been moved into mine as well. And that still leaves a whole lot of nothing. Let's see: two beds, three computers, two reading tables, a closet, a mirror/closet hybrid, longish-bigish table. I haven't gotten around to lugging my bookshelves from the outside in. Pfft, that's probably why I feel like there's something missing everytime I wake up at night, mindlessly - and in a doze - wandering around my room, searching for some good reading material.

2. Most of my friends already know I'm going to Tasmania, and it has sparked quite a lot of controversy. Everything from swearing undying hate to Australian-themed nicknames. It's okay though, I know they all love me and are just poking fun - or mock disdain - at it because they're going to miss me to bits when I'm gone. Yeah, I know. Who am I kidding, eh?

3. Total lack of interest - "don't give a shit" - in whatever's happening at school which concerns me.

Picking fights with school authorities. [x]

Disregardment of class schedule. [x]

Apathetic towards initial and/or continued warnings/scoldings/advices/whining. [x]

Raping 90% of total female student population. [ ]

Making a mockery of student body and class organization, in general. [x]

If I was a true 'bad boy', I'd probably have done more and worse things. Too bad I'm a good guy at heart, so this is my pathetic attempt at some sort of rebellion against the corrupted and malign forces driving the educational institution every dimwitted moron with half-an-ass for brains calls a school: Riam Road Secondary School.
Fight the powah! Bitch.

Now that that's over, we can get onto some real blogging, a.k.a. ranting! Before we begin, I'd like to direct a minute of my dear readers' attention to our - physical, mental and spiritual, never financial - sponsor. Also my obssession, my lover, and my lawfully wedded partner 'till death do us part.
Amen.

Was there a point to all this? Other than highlighting in crystal-clear clarity my unhealthy fascination in Melbourne Shuffling? Naw, none at all.

I think I must be losing my creative flair - and I hear those of you who scoff and jeer at me with a "what creative flair did you ever have, you egotistical elitist ass-wipe!" - and so am desperately trying to reclaim it by systematically putting down everything which bears a slight resemblance to coherent English sentences in typing as they come to my mind. As I think of it, there must be a big butt-plug-like thing clogging up the tract where all my creative juices used to flow out from. Using that image in mind, if I increase the flow from the source of all my Creativity and then multiply that heightened productivity again - squared to the power of a trillion googolplex - eventually, the butt-plug of writer's-block-doom will be applied with so much pressure that it explodes from the channel with a death-awakening boom and shower of splintered butt-plugs and liquid Creation.

God, I love me.

2006-12-30T20:04:00.000-08:00

The church and me don't mix. FACT.

the world ...

2006-12-28T03:42:00.000-08:00

... is getting its ass handed over to Hell on a silver platter: it's raining frozen armageddon over the skies of southern Australia and people are celebrating. An immense earthquake spanks Chinese territory right where it hurts - its telecommunications hub. And ... meh, I can't seem to remember anything else.

Oh hell, alright. I'm just pissed 'cause my internets got ass-raped in an alleyway gangbang and had its filthy, cum-drenched but - sadly - still living body dumped in a Taiwanese ghetto in the middle of a 6-and-a-something earthquake crater.
*facesmash* I miss my DSL whore.

what do you think?

2006-12-26T07:36:00.000-08:00

Yes.
No.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Not really.
Not at all.
Fuck.

'See, you are suppose to use bows further away. They're projectile weapons, as in they project sharp objects away from you so you can kill people from faaar away. Like on top of a shop, raining down terror upon the helpless citizens of olden Hampshire.' - Quoted for much truth and wisdom, from some smart-ass on GameFAQ's forums.

Meh. I wish my lawn was emo; then it'd cut itself.

wisdom ...

2006-12-22T03:03:00.000-08:00

... is not gained through endurance and perseverance on its path, but from sheer force of will. We are wise, if we only look deep enough. The sappy romance, chick-flicks have got it right: trust your feelings for they will guide you true.
Conversations With God. 'I am the life and the way. Follow me.' 'I am one with my Father and all of ye are my brethren.' 'All of this shall you do, and more.'
That's that; my own modest way of advertising my most beloved reading material - the thing which gets me to sleep at night, soundly and secure. And love I do, this trilogy of books. Whoever you may be, whatever background you may have come from, pick up this series wherever you may and just read.

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Alright, now to another issue. What do you know about Tasmania? Tasmania, the relatively small island situated at the most southwestern end of Australia.
For me, a couple of days ago, I knew nothing. Moving through life, taking things for granted, staying afloat by hanging onto the barest of twigs drifting through the currents.
For me, a day and some hours ago, I knew nearly everything there was to know. My life situation hasn't changed much in that respect, except maybe now the flow has kicked up one notch a little. Turbulent, chaotic, out of control.
What's that imply? Who knows (except for, obviously, me, of course but I won't tell. ;P).

I've written an essay on why Malaysia sucks and Tasmania rocks, which I must confess I had quite an easy - and somewhat fun - time doing. Another essay, this time a letter of introduction. This one I met a writer's block along the way, God knows why. Is it really that hard to write a decent introduction about myself? Thinking back, not really though my past self would argue otherwise.

@Sister:
I think you might really stop by here so messages for you. (; Cleanliness, hygiene, water, bath foam, shampoo, loofa sponges, shower, wash. Not so-subtle subliminal mind messages, yo.

End, eh.

P.S I'm going to go for a medical examination soon. Yay for peeing in tiny plastic tubes. Yay for the hole they're going to puncture somewhere near my elbow. Yay for finding out my health is in a shittier condition than I had imagined for myself. Yay, yay, yay!

chris cornell ...

2006-12-07T05:16:00.000-08:00

... you know my name?!
you probably have no idea what the hell was that about. his song for Casino Royale 007. OMG, it's good; goodness' essence; goodness compressed into audio four minutes and three seconds long. If you took all the goodness in the world, dissected it to see how it worked and wanted to replicate it to spread global peace to each and every one of planet Earth's souls, you'd get his song.

The coldest blood runs through my veins, because the song knows my name.

go charlotte ...

2006-12-06T02:15:00.000-08:00

... snip, and you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday!

But it is my good friend Jayme's! Hooray, Jayme, for being that much older; hooray, Jayme, for not having changed at all.
That's it, I guess. I was never good at doing these kinda things. Now to remember Jion's birth-date. Crap.

currently listening: chris cornell - you know my name (007's Casino Royale)

what's up with ...

2006-12-05T19:02:00.000-08:00

... girls these days who have adapted the 'anime' look for posing in photos? It's getting on my nerves; no one wants to see your cheeks all puffed out so, hunny. Neither do they wanna see your disgusting lips in a pout so obviously forced it's near unbearable to watch.

Exhibit-fuckin'-A:

The people at my back who are laughing at my m4d m0u54 drawing skeelz, please stop. This is Truth; and there's nothing funny about truth.

...

Come to think of it, that is a pretty retarded drawing.

superman ...

2006-12-05T02:27:00.000-08:00

... malaysia's got its ass covered now. behold the answer; witness the comeback.

let's see you getting to sleep at night now.

2006-12-04T18:08:00.000-08:00

live in your world.
die in mine.

P S 3

a whole new level of gaming.

never the way ...

2006-12-02T17:25:00.000-08:00

... is emo. regret is poison; guilt kills but naught is it slow.

On a random matter, I've grown a terrible fondness for Thai food! Yay, woot.
I got my new glasses. Fear me and my perfect 20/20 eyesight; what do I spy with my little eye? Everything I couldn't before.

Hey, did that guy in the car up front just pick his nose?

currently playing: final fantasy xii

i can hear ...

2006-12-02T07:10:00.000-08:00

... little children crying. and i feel responsible somehow. don't cry, lil' ones. everything'll turn out alright. hah.

Unrelated note ftw: during the escapade to merry, metropolitan Kuala Lumpur, I managed to procure myself copies of Ouran High School Host Club the manga. All of the ones currently translated, in fact, which is 7 volumes; I feel all warm inside everytime I peruse them. The manga's got nothing on the actual anime though but hey, it still rocks to see the original source material anyway.

Besides that, I also bought books 2, 3 and 4 of Megatokyo, to prove I am one hell of a fanboy. (Wait, where's book 1? Yeah, they didn't have it in stock. Buggers, now my collection isn't complete no more.) The extra material in the book not shown online is worth the price though, me thinks.

currently listening: theory of a deadman - better off

i forsook divine favor ...

2006-11-30T05:26:00.000-08:00

... in pursuit of man's wealth. but even the dreams of Men have withered and scattered into the winds before me, and I am left empty. a shell void of heart. conscious, yet unfeeling. a Nobody.

Damn, I've been playing too much Kingdom Hearts II.

currently reading: conversations with god trilogy

i'm gone ...

2006-11-19T20:54:00.000-08:00

... without a trace.

countdown: SYNTAX ERROR day(s) left to go.

you didn't mean it that way ...

2006-11-19T02:44:00.000-08:00

... but I know you really did. It was what wasn't said, and how you kept smiling; I know your smiles and those weren't yours. Not really. So here's to what we had, and what I might be able to salvage from the wreckage. It is 'I' and not 'we', because it seems you're already past caring.

emo rantage.

it was like ...

2006-11-18T01:39:00.000-08:00

... watching a civil worker clean out the drains. What's that supposed to mean? Well, the Leo Club hosted a bowling competition today. That should be enough hints already, right? Yeah, I thought so. Pity I had no camera on-hand at the time, otherwise we could all engage in rousing rounds of hearty laughter at the expense of others.

During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.

That was when things started going downhill rapidly.

Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.

Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.

I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.

(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)

Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:

a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.

Thus ends this post.

this is the equivalent ...

2006-11-17T03:25:00.000-08:00

... of a total system format. I decided to delete the entire blog before this and start from the ground up again. It was getting silly over time, and it became more and more obvious to me that this was not what I had intended for my blog to be originally. Then what was I aiming for, exactly, you ask? Beats the hell outta me, but previous posts were definitely not my target.

So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.

continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)

The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.

Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.

Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.