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Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
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4:24 am
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The giant-ass X-ACTO knife that the average EVA unit carries is called a "progressive knife". That is because this series progressively makes less and less sense. We would have made a pun about Occam's Razor here, but then Shinji would have probably attempted to cut himself with it, so we'll refrain.
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| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
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3:00 pm
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| Sunday, November 15th, 2009
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7:33 pm
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Rend.
Slaughter.
Devour your enemies.
There is no other way to survive.
You cannot escape your hunger, warriors of purgatory!
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5:49 pm - Nngh. Fuxing hell.
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Today has been moodswing central for me. Been alternating between epic blah and epic win for hours, and now it's rather back to epic blah.
I don't know what a hell's going on either.
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5:42 am - Nothing feels real anymore.
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Ever since I woke up this morning (if you can call four-something AM morning), I've been feeling ridiculously distorted for a lack of better definition. Too awake to go back to sleep, too brain-warped to concentrate on anything that requires brain power.
Life is funny like that.
I've been mostly in a great mood in the past few weeks. I have no IDEA what could have possibly triggered -this-.
I'll probably be fine in a bit.
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| Thursday, November 12th, 2009
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11:56 am - Rawr.
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Couple of days ago, I started a Guide-Damn-It run of Digital Devil Saga - and I can't believe how easily I get re-obsessed with this game. It's one of those games for me, which I can't really say for anything else in the Shin Megami Tensei universe. Heh.
Surprisingly Mantra-Grinding isn't as tedious as it used to be. Maybe because this time I know what the fudge I'm doing.
Rather looking forward for tonight... If nothing goes wrong and certain people will actually get their claws on certain bits of electronics.
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| Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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7:22 am
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(Walks in. Piano starts.)
It's not that easy being Stel...
Having to spend each day with biomecha blades...
When I think it could be much nicer having wings, or space-time portals
or something much more practical like that...
It's not easy being Stel...
Seems you get mistaken often for the very spawn of hell...
And people tend to fear your presence
'cause you slaughter n00bs within a moment's notice, without a second thought...
But then, you're a deity of puns,
And you wield tons of obscure references...
And then, for some bizzare reason, you seem to have fangirls,
And shapeshifting skills, see...
... When Stel is all there is to be,
It can make you wonder why... But why wonder why, I wonder?
... I am Stel. I am what I am...
... Just deal with it...
... 'Cause I think that's how I want to be.
(Nods, leaps offstage, extending his armblades, ripping the fabric of space-time in half, and exits, universe right).
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
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10:41 pm - Does anyone know what this is from?
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Lyrics for a REALLY pretty song I ran into today... Approximate transcript because I couldn't find the real lyrics on the internet anywhere, or even the real name of the song. The random Youtube video I found it on said its name was "Where You Are" and attributed it to an Unknown Artist.
If any of you have a damn clue what it might be from, Please tell me.
Just relax, you're exactly where you are supposed to be...
But stay awake, the signs are all around for you to see...
You can make each moment count,
But first let go of what you think you know...
Words are meaningless in times like these,
They point the way but they can't make you see
There's nothing else that you're supposed to be but who you are...
Look around, you're part of everything you touch and see
You and I, enacted by the very air we breathe
We can tear these walls right down,
But they're not even really there at all
Our only choice is to surrender now
To the utter beauty of it all
When you let go, there's no way to fall from where you are...
Sometimes the light comes pouring through
I look in your eyes and I know the truth
I see my reflection looking back at me...
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1:50 am
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It's not that easy being green...
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow, or gold,
Or something much more colorful like that...
It's not easy being green...
It seems you blend in with so many other... ordinary things...
And people tend to pass you over,
'Cause you're not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky...
But green's the color of Spring,
And green can be cool and friendly-like...
And green can be big like an ocean,
Or important like a mountain,
Or tall like a tree...
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why... but why wonder, why wonder?
I am green and it'll do fine,
It's beautiful,
And I think it's what I want to be.
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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009
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2:19 pm
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Everything is catching, yes
Everything is catching on fire...
Everything is catching on fire.
Fingertips
Fingertips
Fingertips
I hear the wind blow
I hear the wind blow
It seems to say
"Hello, Hello, I'm the one who loves you so".
Hey now everybody, now
Hey now everybody,
Hey now, everybody now...
Who's that... standing... out the window?
I found a new friend, underneath my pillow...
Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car
Ah c'mon and wreck my car!
... Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?
... Aren't you the guy who hit me in the eye?
Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please
Please pass the milk, please
LEAVE ME ALONE, LEAVE ME ALONE!
Who's knocking on the wall?
All alone, all alone, all by myself.
What's that blue thing... doing here?
Something grabbed a hold of my hand,
I didn't know what had my hand
But that's where all my trouble began...
I don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I just don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I don't understand the things you say, I can't understand a single word...
I don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I just don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I cannot understand you (I don't understand you)
I don't understand you (I don't understand you)
I heard a sound
I turned around
I turned around to find the thing that made the sound!
Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...
Mysterious Whisper...
... The day that love... Came to play!
I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...
I'm having a heart attack...
...Fingertips...
...Fingertips...
I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
And I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
And I... Walk...Along... Darkened Corridors...
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| Sunday, October 25th, 2009
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5:24 am - Random Concept of the Now.
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This little story concept has been playing in my head for a few months now. Figured I might write it down.
It's a sci-fi-esque story set around a humanoid hexapodal race - not humanlike, just vaguely anthropomorphic - sporting an array of two arms, two legs, and two extra appendages. The race has three 'castes' or subspecies so to speak that differ in culture and stuff... and in the nature of their extra appendages.
I don't have fancy names for the casts yet, but the names I'll be using are literal translations of what their names mean:
The Winged Ones - artistic, creative, scientific, and value life over all else. Though they will fight if prompted to. Their secondary appendages are indeed wing type things and they are functional.
in sharp contrast, the Bladed Ones - A militaristic warrior society, run by generals, and they are intelligent and fierce. Their secondary appendages are rather intricate blade appendages that can sort of lash and attack at massive speeds.
and lastly, the Shielded Ones - extremely elusive, mostly keeping to themselves. Not very much involved with the other factions or other races. Their secondary appendages are large and rather heavy shield-like appendages.
These three factions are a product of many years of artificial selection - and while they cooperate and work together on many things - interbreeding between the three factions is a social taboo - though biologically POSSIBLE.
The storyline that's been running through my head for months starts with a rather high ranking Bladed One, a strategic liaison to the Winged Ones, who inexplicably ends up falling in love with a Winged One female. They kept their affair very secret, but eventually the winged one ended up pregnant, and, well... Let's just say that Winged One uterus-es are NOT designed for even partial bladed one babies. >>
She died giving birth to a daughter - which was born alive and well - buuuuuuuut yeah - it's a huge social taboo as I pointed out. SO, the OFFICIAL records say that she indeed died of childbirth complications, but that the child was a winged one and was stillborn. To make things easier for everyone. What they don't know can't hurt them.
But since the Winged Ones are all huge about the sanctity of life, they raise the child in hiding - and the father actually takes a very active role in raising his daughter. He's rather broken by his companion's death. But he raises his daughter - discretely of course. He's a strategic liaison to the winged ones so him being around them a lot is not suspicious.
And yeah. The girl grows up and turns out to be quite a strategical genius - smart enough to stay hidden, and yet takes after her father.
Of course it all has to go to hell, naturally, because yeah. Bladed One society is rather cutthroat - everyone's spying on everyone, particularly in positions of power, and if an opportunity to make political fortune on your rival warlord's back arises... Hell yes they'll grab it.
And indeed someone digs around and finds about the guy's daughter and exposes him.
... He's captured, stripped of rank and executed publically for treason, while his daughter is forced to watch. She manages to escape a similar fate because of her EPIC BLADE WINGS, and the Bladed Ones let her be (as in, do not pursue) because they figured that she's going to blame herself for the death of both her parents and, having no place to go (being a hybrid), she'd end up killing herself anyway.
........ However, as stated earlier, she's a brilliant strategical mind, and now it's /personal/. Soon enough she hatches one HELL of a daring plan.
After surviving for a while, she manages to convince a faction of Winged Ones which is very adept at genetic manipulation that she needs to have her genome resequenced to 'purify' it, so she could live a normal life. (I'm pretty sure she made up a sob story about how her mother was raped by a Bladed One and how her 'corrupted' blood makes her 'stained with violence'. End justifies the means, eh?)
They believe her - and she hands them a vial that she's been carrying with her containing her 'mother's DNA' as a basis for the resequencing. As it turns out though, she tricked them - the DNA sample she gave them to serve as a base was not a single-caste DNA patterns but a blend of all three castes - Bladed, Winged AND Shielded.
By the time they realize it it's too late - and she emerges a perfect synthesis of all three factions.
From that point on she makes it her life's goal to find more hybrids - because she knows more exist somewhere, they're just hard to find - and sympathizers to her cause, and transfiguring them into this sort of synthesis too - and basically challenging the caste system.
And yeah. She pretty much creates her own small private army - a new faction whose name translates to 'Exalted Ones' - that seek to bring down the current governments of all three castes and reforge the entire damn race in a way that will make sure that no one will ever suffer again because their parents happened to be of different castes - and eventually transfigure all three into one great unified race.
Naturally, this calls for quite a bit of negotiation and diplomacy, politics and the occasional act of terroris-errr I mean "freedom fighting", of course.
The existence of this new resistance movement is straining relationships between the three castes - as there are naturally a lot of people who want the status quo to remain - either because they're old fashioned or because they personally benefit from it...
Where will it end? Desu knows. That's all I have for now. @_@
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009
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11:35 am - Lyricspam of the Now.
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This is a particular snippet from Avantasia's Metal Opera - specifically from Part II, when Gabriel, the protagonist, comes face to face with the Tree of Knowledge.
Tree of Knowledge:
Coming from the wastelands, full of reason, common sense
Where their principles are blocking minds and you don't understand
Giving you belief, you never touch, you never see
But if you dare to try to grip it you're accused for heresy...
Gabriel:
Here I stand to find the truth, and for all I know
You're the one to show me, you can tell my spirit how to grow...
No, the more I try the more confusion on my mind
And no matter how I try, I feel my eyes seem to stay blind...
Tree of Knowledge:
No use in analyzing, forget about alchemy
'cause the secret of all truth is the quest for - and you'll feel...
When you knock right on the door "forever locked", they say,
A little man will let you in, for you have always tried... To get inside...
You're in quest for more to find the core,
Your journey still ain't over
Your quest is your purpose, go on...
You're in quest for more to find the core,
It will be -never- over
Your quest is your purpose, go on...
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10:48 am - I think I'm cracking up again too.
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Being suddenly washed over by a massive wave of stress and blah that makes you decide to get off the computer for your own good, then curling up in bed and falling asleep even though you slept through the day the day before... is not fun.
I feel a bit better now. For now.
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12:57 am - See androids fighting Brad and Janet, Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet...
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| Friday, October 23rd, 2009
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3:01 am
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| Thursday, October 22nd, 2009
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6:51 pm - Happy Birthday, Irene! ^^
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| Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
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4:23 am
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JAPAN WILL BE DESTROYED. LIGHTNING SHALL STRIKE THE PEOPLE DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS, CAUSING THE M TO WRITHE IN AGONY. IN THE END, ALL OF MANKIND WILL DIE.
... Sometimes, Daniel says stuff like that.
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| Monday, October 19th, 2009
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3:36 pm - Well, THIS was awesome. XD
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I just had an incredibly lucid dream, after AGES of not remembering dreams (barring one silly thing I had a completely irrational nightmare reaction to, but I'm not getting into that.)
I remember two bits very clearly - one of which involved me travelling through a temple-type-dungeon thing in search for the Holy Grail (yes, I know. Wait-what?) and running into assorted people who joined me along the way - Including Link and Zelda (of the Legend of Zelda series) Jacky Bryant and Pai Chan (of the Virtua Fighter Anime) and a few old schoolmates (most of which I haven't even seen in years) - and as the dungeon continued it started having all sorts of puzzles that required the combination of these different characters' skills. As we walked the final corridors there were animated murals showing assorted images - but be they the past of these characters, possible futures, or just nightmares of the characters, we didn't know - I avoided looking into them because I knew they were just distractions. Traps.
You see, I had this particular dream before with different characters. So I knew exactly what I was doing.
When we hit the final chamber, there was a sword in a display case - Excalibur, lawl. And behind it, locked inside another display case was the Holy Grail itself. Very typical and matching its description in every other video game it's in. I rushed over to the thing and was like "Okay, guys, I'm sorry but I have to do this. (ah-he-hem). STOP. WHOEVER WANTS TO CROSS THE BRIDGE OF DEATH MUST ANSWER ME THESE QUESTIONS THREE, 'ERE THE OTHER SIDE HE SEES!"
General laughter. Everyone knew the reference, and countered with their own Python lines. It was fun.
Then someone asked "So, now what?" and I was like "Oh, that's simple. We need to get Excalibur from the display case and slash the holy Grail in half. I've had this dream before."
"You mean this is a dream?" asks a character in disbelief.
"Oh yes. Been there, done that. You think something this contrived and video-game-like could exist anywhere outside my own mind?"
This is when I felt myself starting to wake up, but I didn't. I went into a spiel about Lucid Dreams, and how standing on that border between awake awareness and dreamscape can be difficult (all the time, of course, struggling with my eyelids becoming lighter and the dream blurring out of focus) but how I can do it - and I did it - Everything cleared out and I was in the dream again.
Naturally something had to change though. Excalibur was in pieces. I attempted to put it together again (the hilt was there, but seemed a little less ornate than last time, and there was no blade - though something blade shaped, flexible and made out of a thin metal sheet silently dropped from the sky - I picked it up and it matched) but something felt incomplete and I kept missing the grail. This conundrum was solved by some of my companions for this dungeon - who found more pieces and the instruction manual for the sword (seriously, it was like the assembly instructions for a Zoid or Lego or something. For a legendary aeons old sword. Mmyep. XD)
Well, it all worked in the end. XD
At some point the dream changed perspectives and this time seemed to involve my dad, other assorted people I didn't know - and Motorcycles. The whole thing took place somewhere very nice and outdoorsy with dirt paths and forests and hills and rocky outcroppings and the occasional waterfall/river - had a very north-of-Israel in Spring/Winter feel to it. I struggled with the motorcycle to be perfectly honest - probably because I was attempting to apply things I learned in -car driving lessons- to it (in all my motorcycle dreams before I just sort of intuitively knew just how the hell to drive the bastards, and drive them well. Huge irony there - I always had great luck with motorcycles in dreams. It's cars that ALWAYS had issues.) So I struggled with the thing for a bit - this was all on a dirt path, and there was this huge hill I had to get to the top of.) After trying to tune the mirrors (which weren't on the whole too functional anyway) I sort of realized that 1 - no one COULD come up behind me as I was the only one in the area WITH a vehicle, 2 - this WASN'T a car... And i pretty much launched myself up the hill (got stuck along the middle, shifted gears or something and gunned the throttle - BOOM. I got there. My cellphone played a damn victory theme. XDDDDD
(To all of you who actually know how motorcycles work: Bear with me. I -don't- know how they worked. And this was a dream anyway. xD)
And then was this whole weird segment that involved a lot of driving around these dirt paths, taking in quite a bit of nature, and ended with a bizarre secret group who rock climb, and I guess I sort of challenged them or something and I made it up their mountain by focusing the stories I heard about them into my intuitive climbing... They were bikers too I think. Had oddly Dragon Gundam inspired bikes. XD
Was an awesome damn dream. XD
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4:49 am
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3:26 am
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Seas invite in the evening sun
to light the somber abyss...
Clouds dance up with the heavens' stars,
chanting an air of joyous bliss.
Water fades back from blue to jade,
guiding young rainbows high...
Flowers bloom into red and white,
quenching our hearts when they run dry.
... Angels chained by a beast locked in slumber ...
... Sin washed away by the swift flow of time...
I may know the answers, journeys over snow and sand...
What twist in fate has brought us to tread upon this land?
Blessed by light and the burden of shadow...
Souls abide to an endless desire...
I may know the answers, though one question I still hear...
What twist in fate has brought us to roads that run so near?
Distant worlds together.... Miracles from realms beyond...
The lifelight burns inside me to sing to you this song.
To sing with you this song.
To sing to you your song.
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