You have no one else to blame but yourself. The rejection of others into your life as the result of an overly paranoid self-defense machanism. You dread any reject, thus to avoid inflicting hurt onto yourself, you envelope yourself in a self-immolating barrier which slowly siphons the air away from you, suffocating yourself in your own sins.

Your vision is fogged by the smoke which rose from your charred skin and you see nothing but evil. Your friends are put off, your enemies are drawn close. Naturally, you're perpetually sad. But you have no one to blame but yourself.

The fist of the heavens strike the sinful. Retribution is due and heavenly justice be struck into the hearts of every evil. I bear not myself to see you suffer, but for all your sufferings you've brought onto yourself, I cannot help. I can only pray that you see the light tonight.

By the Saints guide your soul to truth and enlightenment.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:29 PM]*

It's all about the process, not the destination.

Don't let it get you down, but pull yourself up and strive to do better.

Earn those tickets to freedom, fight for your future.

An obstacle overcame is a small, but definite victory.

Let not the short-term defeat blind your sight for it leads on to long-term goals.

Stop nothing short of your realistic goals, disappoint no one, not yourself.

IDEALS.




||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:32 PM]*

"Are we but mechanized beings, standing precariously on the tip of insanity? Merely stringed puppets, craftily yet skillfully manipulated by the Master Puppeteer, balancing on the edge of a razor blade. What purpose do we live for? What is of our importance in this world which is naught but a physical illusion. Money is not the root of all evil, fear is."

I never once fretted over my sanity. For as long as I lived within my self-confinement, outside the blighted touch of an ever-increasing scourge known to me as society, I'm contend with myself and my life. I fought with a brush, and never once did I have a visitor. I drew all day, sometimes drawings which invoke strong emotions, sometimes abstract ones which lulled me towards melancholy. But that's not to say that there is no interaction between me and civilisation. There's this little boy who runs up the dense mountain and crosses the treacherous Lynsiah weekly just to keep me company. I sometimes wonder if this company is what keeping my sanity close to my side; never once did I fall into relapse.

I continued to live on the supplies the kid sent me weekly. It saved me plentiful trouble, since it is most unwise for a person like myself to step into town. Of course, I count it my fortune - or rather, misfortune - to survive that cataclysmic genocide where thousands people from my own race were hunted and burnt by the blasphemous humans. I often mused why Pysta would want to be together with a social outcast like myself. He's a polite, albeit shy boy, and we'd often have fun together: immersing ourselves in nature, drawing works of art or sometimes just sitting down together and use our imagination. Although little words are exchanged, our bonds are strong. We are close friends. Or should I say, my only close friend.

There was this one fateful day. I waited and waited for Pysta; he used to be very early. That Saturday, he was late by a full hour. I waited and waited by the door. Lines formed over the canvas. Started to get thicker and more forceful. I waited for another hour. Could something have happened to him? I thought. Every week, without fail, Pysta would arrive early in the morning to bring me fresh supplies from town. Imminent danger loomed. I fear for the worst. Perspired profusely. I scribbled all over the canvas, making a huge mess out of my delicate artwork.

I couldn't sleep that night, but tossed and turned in bed. The demon within me is growing stronger, gaining possession of my thoughts and corrupting me beyond soul. I couldn't imagine losing another close kin; my only kin. I treated him like a son. It's all my fault if anything befalls Pysta. Rain fell hard that night, and I couldn't sleep.
It was a full moon that night. Pristine clear moonlight fell upon my face and a howl was heard. The pale blue light shone through the tainted glass, painting the floor a crimsom, misty red.



I was the embodiment of Confusion. Crossing the Lynsiah, I found Pysta. His head was impaled on a stake.

























I couldn't fathom what was happening. No, I couldn't bring myself to. The society is a stitched abomination of unscrupulous evil and sins. Nothing comes closer to the Devil. And to the point of insanity, one has reached, to be deep within the inner soul to let loose emotions from all directions and losing every last vestige of sanity. Broke free from that mental prison which closed my feral spirits for so long. O the bloodied claws and fangs which have mauled and slayed thousands of sinned humans for their evil-doings have deserved nothing but death. The last visage they will ever see is one of a wolf. A big, bad wolf.

All that system of rubbish, hidden troves of sins, deception and abuse. Humans never learn from their mistake and they never will. I do not have the magnanimity of a Saint to keep them alive. A chilling howl rang through the night. Blood splattered everywhere, bodies lay slain on streets of the small town. You call them guards? Mere farmers armed with pitchforks and hoes. Not a single human soul was left. I finished my final piece of art and painted the town a lovely red. However, the alarm was raised. Within minutes, torches can be seen from all directions. I laughed maniacally. A battle to death. The descpicable fools will not be enlightened. Only in due time will they know that they will bring their own downfall. As silver bullets pierce through my body, I felt one with the Spiritual World. I sprawled on the ground, in a pool of sticky red paint. Like the beautiful petals of a red rose. I saw him; Pysta smiled at me. I was relieved as I saw my body get stabbed and impaled on a stake, I rose to the skies with my honour and pride with me.

I'm finally free from this physical vessel. No more interactions with the evil that is the human society.





















PS. For my light-hearted and bouncy readers, perhaps I shall lighten the mood up a bit. First of all, I'm not emo, okay? Slightly reflective. Things that have been happening, inspiring, and sometimes saddening. I'm cool though, so yeah, don't fret or be sad. A fun picture for a happy ending! (I don't like gloomy endings myself either. Reminiscence about Final Fantasy and the super-duper-awesomely-powerful Black mage: Vivi Ornitier.)















Isn't he mighty awesome? Yeah, he's awesomely cute and shares the 'Vi' with me. Oh and that I wanna break Physics too.

I wanna be free from bipolar disorder... It sucks to feel extreme joy and extreme sadness in a split second.


||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:41 PM]*

Early this morning, my day got ruined. I was headbanging to Iron Maiden and guess what happened? They decided to play Jason Myass over the PA system - really loudly too. Sigh, this sort of shit shouldn't be happening. Play heavy metal songs over the PA system and stop being conformist bastards, refusing to allow rock and metal to live on is futile. Because in the next 50 years, people will forget Jason Myass. Yet, Iron Maiden will live on forever. Metal is Classical. You cannot change the fact.

I'd like to quote Alan though, Blues is the root of all music. There you go.

Anyway, I'd like to have a big, big laugh. Results thus far.
GP: C (Best in class, stupid muggers all can't mug for GP. I feel so freakin' proud about this.)
Chinese: B
Chemistry: S
Physics: S
Maths: U

Going to get Lit back on Monday. Yeah, I know these results aren't anything to brag of, since for someone my calibre, you'd expect As and Bs. Call it boasting or bragging, but I tell you, whoa, I never meant to brag. Because I'm just damn good. :)

Egoistic and narcissistic bastard who has nothing else to do but brag about the empty air around him and build smokecastles on the water. What a total moron.

Actually, my mood depends on who I'm with. What I do or say also depends on who I'm with. Go figure.

Mini-post gone long. Heck. I had manic bouts again last night. Remember how extremely high I was yesterday night? Talking about super moeness and stuff and being random. After lying down on the bed and thinking for a while, I got really depressed. Sad, this bipolar behaviour I think isn't going to go off very soon...

And about moeness. Moeness is awesome. Long hair also adds to the moeness power level. And Fish in her black, lolita dress. I saw that. (: I regretted not going. And partially because no one wants to go with me. What about Mr. Big concert? I'll be damned if I don't go. Random much, but yeah.

Lookin' forward to Friday. Screw tomorrow, until 6pm. I wonder how I'm going to survive.

PS. This sucks big time. Coming across as being insincere, hypocritical and totally bullshit. Don't know why, but is an honourable path that hard to stick to in modern times? I try my best not to break my code fo conduct. What about others? Survival of the slyest, don't they say. It's no longer a dog-eat-dog society. It's a human-eat-human society. One who abides by a set of conduct will inevitable 'lose out' to others. Yet, he gains something that no one else can get by sly moves or cunning strategies.

I'm pissed off. Should I take the lesser of the evils, or should I be myself. Wait, I'll always be myself. Perhaps, that is the lesser of evils. Then, it'll be a paradox! Whoopie, how interesting this proof is. Bah, it's hard to be an upright person.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:34 PM]*

In case of emergency...
Breakdance!

Okies, SPE is now officially awesome. No more physical training and conditioning. The new trainer is fantastic: he teaches us how to b-boy, also known as breakdancing. Dancing and martial arts actually have a lot in common, especially in timing and footwork. Well, I won't say I've learnt much, since it's only been the first full-length lessons we had. Bboying requests immense strength at the wrist, forearm and waist. Doing freezes bring the pain onto your wrist like hell. Seriously. So far, we've learnt the baby freeze, Indian step, cockscrew drop and 6-step. Now I know why YY took dancing. (:

6-step cannot be done in fast timing, but good enoug to keep up in tempo... not enough strength to support my body and waist. Furthermore, the footwork's not really good, but slow and steady I go! Lookin' forward to SPE lessons now. (:

Okayyy. Indeed, for every cloud, there has a silver lining. This time, it's in my GP. I'm not exactly proud of my score of 54.5/100, but the thing is it's one of the better grades in my class. Just imagine how crappy these muggers' Engrish are. English is a subject that's alive, ergo you cannot mug to get good grades for it. Therefore, it's extremely significant that for someone like myself - who didn't mug at all for mid-years - to get relatively better grades than the rest of the muggers. Here goes: sucker punch to those who think that examinations have to be mugged in order to do well.

As for Chinese oral, I will definitely 谢天谢地 if I can get my distinction. That'll be Wu Zhao Rong happy, wouldn't it? (: Well, the topic isn't really hard, but I've deviated from it and well, didn't really read certain words correctly. Oh well, it's over and over, it's done with. (Yeah, I know that didn't make much sense.)

Anyway, thanks to several of my awesometastic close buddies, I've managed to fire up the engine to get onto the right track. At least I've started to pay attention to lectures instead of sleeping, day-dreaming and thinking of weekends and guitar practises. Now, I'm ready to kick some Apple's ass and will start working hard! Once again, plentiful thanks to those who forced me back onto the right track; I needed the extra push. (:

Now. Let's move on to a subject that I've always wanted to address but didn't have the chance to.

I'm a freakin' elitist.

You all got that right and clear. And I know, that it's an irony. A big one at that too. In short, I don't like to mix with semi-gangsters, emo children, mentally retarded autistic childs and your general neighbourhood school losers. I'm prepared to be flamed for this, go ahead. However, that said, there are of course exceptions. Take Yonnie !xobile Yee for example. I love that Somali kid, even though he likes colouring. Ok. Better not continue.

And with a hopditty-do, I move along, chasing the leprechaun to find a pot of hidden gold, at the end of the rainbow.

Okay. Since you chased me to post, then don't mind me for the lack of quality. xD


||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:43 PM]*

It's been a long, long time since I last blogged, no? I apologise for the lack of updates, for I couldn't feel any power in this pen. Ink is running dry, there's so much to do, yet the perfectionist procrastinates. It's been a string of failures. Failure after failure. The potential - or lack thereof - not being appreciated by modern conformists; damned for their inability to be flexible. There is no chance for survival for the dreamy idealist.

Locked inside a steel cage with fellow humans, left to fight for one's own survival in a cruel free for all.

Is there all that is to life?

Even if the answer is no, there is nothing much one can do to fight against the system. What are we studying for? What are we living for? Ask yourselves. Not that I'm here to incite anti-studious feelings or whatsoever, but take a step back and think before you mindless do tutorials after tutorials. A whole long list of achievements and grades of As mean nothing to me. It just tells me that you're a person who has done your homework consistently and have done well for that certain period of time. Therefore, the idea of luck comes about during exams. If you're lucky, you're good to go. If you're not, then too bad. Regardless of this, people are studying and that's the way it should be. I'm always a regenade, a maverick. Perhaps, a little too laidback. I should get the gear moving.

U for Maths. 6/70
S for Physics. 43/70
S for Chemistry. 40/70
R for Literature. ?/70

C'mon, I ought to be getting 60/70 for all my H2s at least if I tried my best. I'm sure I can get those grades if I really tried. "If" is not a plausible clause for conditions are not met, hence triggering of events return to zero. Bah.

I don't even have the mood to write anything now. I just miss Fish's cosplaying in cosfest. Not that I have anyone to go with.

I need to go out before I start to study. Seriously.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:53 PM]*

I've successfully evaded 24 hours of 'wanting' to study by using Level 99 Procrastination.

Adrenaline rush? Nah.

Let's hope I can cram all the topics of Physics and English Literature within 2 hours. Not to mention I'd probably get distracted half-way...

Gave up mid-terms when I didn't study for maths anyway.

Good Game.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:02 PM]*

On one look, it sounds like something ripped off from a cartoon. Digimon or something, does it not? But upon closer observation, perhaps you'll notice that it's actually a word fusing ANGEl and dEMON together, which brings me to the topic of the day: Angels and Demons. (Lol, anti-climax much?)

SPOILERS AHEAD. But you guys should've watched the movie already...

Okay, just to cut short on film reviews and stuff, I think that it's good, but not reaching there yet. Langdon doesn't use enough of his brains to solve the clues, perhaps more thought could be put into that area. However, it's a bit more motionesque though, moving around from place to place, more of the thriller rather than the mystery this time. The thematic issue is awesome: Religion vs Science. And how Religion is not an enemy of Science and both must work in tandem... you get the idea. But what intrigues me is that like how ANGEMON came about, there is every Angel in the Demon and likewise, there is every Demon in the Angel. Take the overzealous Camerlengo Patrick. For everyone has their own beliefs, then they shall act towards them with passion and zeal, then will there not be any regrets. And that too, means that there is no distinctive right or wrong in the world, for every belief, they believe in themselves the righteousness and that what goes against that very belief that they so hold dear in their hearts is evil and wrong.

Isn't that what revolves around the world today, if one is to observe closely. Politics. Wars. The whole lot. It's just different people's opinions on different things. Yes, it can be influenced, but the matter lies in your hands.

Oh well, let's not dwell into such matters as it's highly controversial. (That and I think my thoughts are drifting off elsewhere already.)

That said, A&D lacks female casts. That and there are actually some actors that should be specially mentioned.

First is Inspector Ernesto Olivetti, played by Pierfrancesco Favino. He's an awesome cop, and he's got some slick moves, albeit still got killed by Mr. Gray. He should definitely not be killed. One thing is that he's not cowardly and is actually honorable. That and he looks like some Italiano Mafia dude. And that's freakin' cool.

Then we have Mr. Gray. Who SIO'd (Self-imposed ownage) himself for working with Camerlengo and then being doublecrossed by the Camerlengo. But his death was awesome at least; a fiery ball of explosion that burnt the night skies of Vatican City. But it was unjustified. Nikolaj Lie Kaas is too handsome to die.

Speaking of good looking people, we have the Camerlengo, himself. Played by Ewan McGregor, I think y'all should know why he shouldn't die. The only thing he should die is for being a little crazy idiot.

Then Thure Lindhardt reminds me of Draco Malfoy. Yeah, epic lols.

That said, the film is pretty bullshit sometimes. Camerlengo can survive a freakin' mini-nuclear blast on a parachute. C'mon, talk about divine intervention. That and Langdon actually solves stuff right on the dot and uber quickly.

Oh well, you can't have everything completely perfect. Time to be on the look-out on more mystery/thriller/action/gangster films. Four Brothers/Trick/Godfather, anyone?

PS. It reminds me of Angelyn and Dominic.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:18 PM]*

Can't believe I've overslept again. Kept falling asleep uncontrollably the moment I reach from these few days. Must be tired. Don't like maths at all for tomorrow, don't even know what topics are tested. Must say that it's the same for the other subjects. Miraculous how I even managed to do Chemistry paper today, albeit not too well. Totally skipped the questions regarding ionic equilibria, chemical energetics and chemical equilibrium. Well, at least there were some pathetic attempts written in a perfect Spanish sprawl over the paper. (:

Anyway, don't like maths. Still don't like maths. Never liked maths. It's all about practising and mugging for maths. Never liked practising nor mugging. Bleh. If I whine anymore, I may actually like maths. Really want to play Harvest Moon again. Luckily there's nothing on Thursday, but Friday is basically an examination marathon from 8am to 4pm. Luckily Bouncy set the date at 4.30pm. And there's at least something to look forward to, EXCO dinner and LAN party. Oh yeah, better send a message to Clarence.

I don't think I shall ever have the mood to mug for maths. Never liked the subject. Perhaps I'll just read through some stuff over tomorrow morning. And time to get that weird application from God knows where for my GC. Some PlySmlt thing or whatnot. Don't even know how to use it.

May Wednesdays be skipped, Thursdays be kept and Fridays only start at 4.30pm. Thank you.

PS. Hayley's damn cute when she headbangs. Well, she's cute even when she's not headbanging anyway. Lol. (Hints at possible learning of Paramore songs since they're pretty easy to play.)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:11 PM]*

Y'know, just before GP paper, I couldn't sleep. Was far too excited, jumping around, headbanging, singing Burn. Then it was too hot to sleep. Tossed and turned about in bed, thinking about stuff. For some weird reason, I started to think about my father; how I didn't want to follow in his footsteps. I suddenly didn't want to let my mother down. I didn't care for whatever the world sees, but I just don't want to let anyone down. Don't want to let myself down.

I guess it's really time to shine, to excel in what I'm supposed to be doing now: studies. Hahaha, but with that said, I doubt I'll really get myself down to it. But guess what, I'm always ready to expect the unexpected, even from myself.

Enough of the dopey stuff, I've taken quite a liking to Chinese pop now. (Yes, I still call them Chinese pop even if they call themselves Chinese rock since C-rock is really just teeny weeny bit heavier than C-pop.)

Mayday. You can hear The Beatles' influence on them. You can hear the heavier-then-C-pop riffs and overall, it's some kind of mixed genre of rock and pop. I guess it's usually soft, but hard at times. I'm referring to the riffs of the songs, please. Furthermore, they've got this anthemic-feel to their music so I guess it's pretty good for me to want to listen. Never came into terms with mainstream music though. Bleh.

Cheer Chen or Chen Qi Zhen. Sweet sounding and pure voice. Eloping To The Moon is shows off her zai vocals. Not to mention that she's playing a Fender Jaguar. (Maybe just syncing, but who cares, she's pretty.)

To clarify a bit...
Japanese-pop = Chinese-metal
English-pop = Chinese-rock
English-rock = Chinese-deathmetal
Yngwie Fatsteen = Chinese-doesnotexist.

In conclusion, the genres here are ranked according to their heaviness.
C-pop < C-rock < C-metal < E-pop < E-rock/J-pop < E-metal/J-rock < J-metal < DragonForce < All other power metal bands < The rest of the heavy/neo-classical bands.
Well, at least that's what I thought after talking to Yonie.

Note though, I don't really like those mopey dopey Chinese love songs, please no. I cannot stand them, sometimes. Just like their heavier riff songs. But their heavier riff songs are usually just like English pop sometimes. Even Herman Li is heavier than them. Oh well, at least I've come to like some Chinese bands. Guess that's all for now, will take a nap before studying Chemistry.

Oh, and I want to play Harvest Moon all over again! :)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [2:53 PM]*

There are plenty of news going around town. Some are good while others are bad. Let's do a little recap on what's going on in the world/Singapore.

First of all, Michael Jackson died. 50. Heart attack. I'm not very much affected by it, or rather, I'm not really much affected by deaths. Even of those of loved ones. Let's see, out of so many MJ songs, those that I really liked are Beat It, Bad and Thriller. So I guess I'm not much of a MJ fan; only some random times when I listened to non-metal stuff do I chance upon Mj songs. Serendipitously found, I guess, through the really funny Bafalaxed version of the Indian Thriller. But in just a short time, I must say, this MJ dude has got awesomely slick dance moves. Not to mention the guitar riffs in Beat It is cool too. So, the King of Pop has died. R.I.P.

Death. Is it some sort of taboo to say such inauspicious matters at home, or even discuss it at all? For some of the people, they fear death. Or perhaps they are too conservative about death. Let's not say it's a bad thing; fear for death has become an exclusively Singaporean culture. Kiasi, isn't it? Gets you away from misfortunate events. What I'd like to point out is that Death is not to be feared as we are released from our physical, empty vessels. Spirituality and stuff, let's not go too engrossed in that subject. No, I don't want to die young either; live a fulfilling life, try out exotic liquors, play live in a band, find a girlfriend, who knows? Therefore, carpe diem.

But I cannot. For the Devil inside of me is of opposite polarity to my enthusiasm. For what I have set out with zeal, I repel myself with procrastination. This is the sort of crap I've to go through to mature, I guess. To set my goddamned heart and soul into something and never back out from it.

Something Bouncy taught me. For every encounter, expect the unexpected. I guess it's cool when someone talks to you. Like I say, it's definitely more exciting, fun and enriching when you study something alive; humans, for example, rather than something dead; formulaes and maths and all the crap the government is trying to inject us with. Interactions between humans, that's one thing to look out for because sometimes it's funny. Oh well, I seemed like I've digressed a lot from the news thingy. (As usual... sigh.)

Second news: I'm actually going into a mid-year exam without paying attention to previous lectures/tutorials AND not revising. I wonder how it'll turn out; I'll probably just flunk everything. Then comes Fish's idea of owning Apples. I feel crappy; I couldn't go today. I've missed you cosplaying for the second time. So forgive me, Tysunkete. (You just got so many nice names to call by.)

I don't play games for playing games; I just don't want to study. I guess I should've known my chosen path. I've said that since Secondary 3. Mrs Chee can be witness to that. Wonder why I came to JC? For every wrong choice I make in life, there's something sweet to be found in it. Sounds like bittersweet dark chocolates to you, right? (: Let's not dwell on it anymore. Studying and the likes, spoils the mood, seriously.

(Slept. Sunday, 1908 hours.)

Back from the airport, fell asleep at home for a while - i.e. power napped. Was too tired, didn't sleep well at all. Pandora boot up slightly laggy, but at least I covered some ground today. What, that was close to 6 chapters today? I guess it's the most productive studying session I've ever had in my entire life. That and I don't really study well in groups. Luckily this time it's only the handsome, smart, lame, irritating and Yijie. Spent almost an hour or two doing lame stuff like posting how idiotic he is on the GE blog and just, well, talking. Not that we ever got into anything serious. iPhone's really good, it's almost like a mobile PC. Sorry people, I live under a rock. I don't mind one for Christmas actually. Wait, someone owes me three dates now, right? :D

Anyway, I realised for the past 17 years, I haven't styled my hair even once. Today was close to getting my hair layered. But as usual, I just went with the 'cut short' and sit down and let the dude carve a mushroom out of my hair. I rather just go to school with long hair, seriously. The thing is, it's a $10 express cut shop; don't think they can do layering. Coupled with me knowing zilch about layering, I doubt my hair length and thickness is enough for layering. There goes my dream of having Kenshin's style of hair. Bah, short, mushroom hair makes me sick.

I think this post is substantially long with a lot of crap in it. Sorry for the lack of visuals, really can't be arsed to find anything on the web to put down. Plus I don't take pictures much. I just I'll just go for now.

Don't have my travel declaration thing; don't have a printer. I guess I can't go to school tomorrow. I'm screwed anyway, studied half-way for Chemistry. Did I mention I still haven't touch my tutorials? I regretted slipping away. Now to ask Jon for game. I'll go for now, leave you all with my mushroom head to eat. Navaer.

PS. I realise my post titles have nothing to do with the details of the post itself. Maybe you all should try to find meanings for the titles since there may be deeper details in it, waiting for y'all to discover. But don't think too much, for there may be nothing at all. :)


||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:39 PM]*

When life puts you on a tipping point, what do you do? That, my readers, is my question to all of you for this post.

What do you do when you're disadvantaged? Do you go the extra mile, put in the extra strength and hardwork to achieve, say, the same as what someone would if he or she didn't put in as much as you do? Won't you say that it's unfair? But then again, life is always unfair. The saying goes, you can't have the cake and eat it too. I suppose it all boils down to perception. And will power.

Take me for an example - potential which will never be unleashed. Downfall caused by noone other than himself. I don't work hard to fight for what I want. I demand it to grow legs and come to me. Spoilt brat? You bet I am. I don't even care for what other mortals see of me. As long as I'm fine and dandy with myself, I don't really care, actually. Perhaps it's just my alter ego; am a Gemini afterall. Christians don't believe in that sort of mumbo-jumbo, right?

My eyes are failing me already, and so are my ears. Even played Final Fantasy and got into a dangerous encounter with a Marlboro before? Yes, it's the exact case for me. I'm blind, deaf, berserk and crazy. I know I shouldn't be answering my own questions. I know I shouldn't be talking to myself. It's weird, but sometimes when you're a genius with beautiful eyes, you can't do anything but stare at your own reflection in the water and fall in love with it.

Today's mass conversation did something very good. It put my poetic, alter ego into play. Guess what they said were tad bit thought-provoking. It got me to write. And that's good thing because Pandora is running. Is very healthy at this very moment. But then, I don't think I'm narcissistic. Simply because people who are not beautiful cannot be narcissistic. If they are, they're being delusional. Of course, I'm one who sees truths behind lies, lies behind truths; the truth behind facades, the heart inside the body, the mind inside the head. The one who resonates with realistic truths, of course, not totally nihilistic. Therefore, I cannot be delusional.

Why, I see with jaded eyes and can see through your soul. It's part of being able to read minds anyway. Like how you say it, maybe being able to see and read 'otherly' things is not really good afterall. A double-edged sword. A curse and a blessing. No wonder they say writers are an eccentric bunch.

Perhaps I should stop my ranting, it's going no where and probably no one understands what the heck I'm trying to convey. It's just like... a monkey on a typewriter. Writing 103 pages of long, stupid notebooks, trying to prove to you something so simple that you cannot see because you are blind. What's the use?

Let X be the number of days I've spent with you. As X tends towards infinity, the decline of interest rises exponentially towards infinity, too. In a way, everyone is like an insane writer. There's always this side to you, writing, and writing, and writing nonsensical stuff which no one will ever understand but you. Thus, you make yourself look egoistic, prententious and sophisticated when you know very well that you are not.

If there is one single school of philosophy that I'd choose to follow, it'll be the Yours Truly psychology, by the insane poet. Convention. I don't believe in that crap, I do things unconventionally. Unorthodox. Uncommon. Uncyclopaedic. Hark at me going off my hatter.

I really should sleep now. Alter Ego's tired. Goodnights my dear readers.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [1:02 AM]*

How long as it been since it lasted rained? I don't know, but thank God that it rained. (Just a form of speech, no religious connotations whatsoever.) The Earth is dying, the temperature is rising. The beautiful raindrops falling on my head. (:

I really like rainy weathers. It has an aura of serenity, cools the mind and body. Of course, it sucks when I'm trying to go out, but I always prefer rain to shine. Never liked to sweat. A bit of regret thought, I slept through the rain. Woke up only at 2.15pm today, I just snoozed in bed through the rain. No wonder it felt so cold with the air-con on. Snuggling under my blanket kept me warm enough to want to sleep through the day. Too bad my 'priorities' are calling out to me.

Yes, recent chats with Fish made me want to study harder. Always the case, ain't it, since it's probably the same for O's too. Little stuffs like that give great motivation for lazy people like me. Don't know, but I thought that's cool. Motivation brings you to places where the physical body can't. It's all in the mind, and when the heart, soul and flesh are in union and all willing to concentrate, to focus on a single particular job at hand, then the fruits of their labour will be twofold. Perhaps only now - Yes, I know that Wednesday afternoon is a tad late - then can I really focus on studying and kick Apple's arse.

Anyway, what are the chances that a H1N1 pandemic will break out in Singapore before school reopens and is so severe that schools have to be close? I guess it's probably close to 0%. But isn't it ironic; Us wanting to put our lives and others into danger just for school to close down. It isn't necessarily with malicious intent, but we all just want some extra time with our family, our friends and our loved ones. To catch on with our social life, to have more time to study, or for the gamers, more time with our games and online friends. (No, I don't game much anymore.)

Blast some metal in the rain! But the rain has stopped. Just a tiny weeny drizzle, little raindrops. Aren't they cute. I guess after fixing my breakfast-lunch-hightea 3-in-1, I'll start to pick up the most powerful weapon for me: The Pen.

I dread. I dread the days to come, the examinations to come. I know for sure that my full potential will not be unleashed. Even still, I contemplate on going out with friends this week. Perhaps I shouldn't, I can't disappoint my mother. I'll have to be... someone useful. I don't want to let anyone down, but most of all, I didn't want to let myself down. Remembered that I still am not clear on what I want to be when I grow up. Game designing is of course, the primary goal in mind. Providence isn't on my side; socio-economy background isn't there. Many things that people have to strive harder than others because they are in a disadvantage. For me, I guess that the disadvantage is so big, then when I start to slip, I let go of myself and just slip into the abyss.

When you stare at the abyss long enough, the abyss stares back at you. And in Soviet Russia, abyss slips into YOU!!

Okay, I think that previous sentence is the ultimate anti-climax and anti-tension sentence ever.

Bleh, after reading what Yijie wrote for me, (and everyone else. (: C'mon, you ALL have read the other sections, right?) I felt touched. Because, like I said, I place friends top in my priority list. Maybe others may see me as hypocritical or over-enthusiastic, but yes, mortals fear what they do not understand. I need to think up of something new, otherwise I'll just keep repeating myself like an old, malfunctioned radio. Or a haunted typewriter.

Hah, shall go fix my 3-in-1 lunch now. 3pm already and am hungry. See you all~!

PS. Like how YY nicely put it: Must be balanced, there cannot be any imbalance. And he starts with all the philosophical shit. Said I've chosen the path as a JC (Have I really?) and must 'walk' the path I've chosen. Thanks to Bouncy and Fish for helping me choose my revision topic too: Chemistry.

Yet, my guitar... For some reason, my fingers today are awesome. I've managed to sweep a lot better in Canon Rock. It seems as though the guitar plays on its own. It's the sort of feeling I want to have while auditioning for combo band. Sigh, still procrastinating. Need to study... but will I ever find time? And I'm even finding Jon right now...

FOCUS.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [2:18 PM]*

There's just so much to do, and there's so little time. I will really appreciate the one week extended holidays, seriously. Yet, now deep inside, the guility stings me so much more... Because I haven't really been spending time with you, right, Fish?

I'm really sorry, I won't say the lack of time's an issue; it all boils down to proper time management. I, for one, put friends at the top of my priority lists. Of course, there are a couple of other people whom I didn't talk much these few months, but I will like to take this chance to apologise to y'all. Let's just say it's the honour that wouldn't let it lay down, yeah? With me becoming more grown up, I have to say my circle of friends has widen. Learning how to discern the good people from the bad helps a l'il, but as Poon likes to say, there is no distinct areas of white and black in life; there is always a grey patch. Therefore, we must keep the fragile equi... Haha, quoting Poon can be funny at times. I got a feeling I've overused it thought.

Anyway, like I said in the last post, I prefer quality over quantity. Good company equates to good time. Sometimes, we just click. Sometimes, we don't. I guess it's a love/hate relationship, because of my character. I won't persuade, because anything won't be possible if the heart and soul is not willing to. Don't you get the idea that sometimes, mortals fear what they cannot comprehend and thus they ostracize and dislike? Yes, it's like how they see a weird dog crossing their paths.

Let's just say I'm not exactly jubilant today because this entire post was supposed to be something else but Fire Fox decided to slip up on my last night at 2am when I was typing the post. Hence, this entire post became something else. Therefore, I don't really like what I'm typing because I don't remember last night's post. It is so true when they say pen down your thoughts the moment you have 'em because if you don't, they go poof. Good ideas come and go, most happening right before sleep for me. It's just that when Pandora activates, you get better thinking capabilities and analytic skills.

Of course, I'll have to thank my readers for making me want to continue this blog. Churning up posts runs the Pandora, which in turn makes me sharper. I don't want to have Alzheimer's disease okay, because 人老了，不中用了。

My mother just went back from JB. Guess what she bought me?

*Drumrolls*

High-cut shoes! Omigosh, that instantly reminds me of Heather/June. The good thing is... the pair of hair-cut shoes is only SGD 10+. I guess it's a real steal. And the thing is, my mother found SGD 75 in the toilet. So everything is literally free. So much for H1N1, I have my maid going out and back from Genting, my mother going out and back from Malaysia, a relative coming in to stay with us from Kuala Kangsar and another friend flying in from L.A, transitting from Japan.

Can I please have my extended holidays? I said please, therefore you must comply. Or I'll shoot you.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [12:15 AM]*

Ain't nothing so philosophical, but I guess these three Ps must be in place for one to succeed in life. Point-counterpoint, for your information, is just my take on Steve Morse's instrumental solo of the same name. I interpretated it somewhere along the lines of Newton's Third Law: For every action, there is an opposition and equal reaction. Except it doesn't apply only for Physics, but for life too.

Imagine a life without conflicts. It will be even more boring than the one we have now. It'll be too smooth-sailing, and there is no room for growth. Then, there will be no such thing as friends or enemies, because everyone will have the same. Somewhat, I find it unimaginable; simply because conflict exists in tandem with life.

Which leads to a second thought: Quality over quantity. Yes, another issue in our society. Do we place too much emphasis on quantity instead of quality? And if so, do we inject creativity into what we do, or do we follow trends like mindless sheeps?

I'm one for quality over quantity for the reasons are simple. Having 20 friends in a gathering by not be as fun or entertaining or even meaningful as having just 2 friends in a gathering. Sometimes, it's just open to intepretation because what one man sees as wine may be another man's poison. That is extremely evident everywhere; politics, society issues and even music.

I'm not in reflective mood... yet. So it's best not to dwell on these issues much. Anyway, I've attended my first ever church meeting and it's quite cool. Mr Choo's wedding, that is.

For my life, only Purpose is not there. I need to find this Purpose. It's not strong enough. Compare it to the light emitted from a wisp and that of a burning Phoenix. Whoopie-me, what stark contrasting imagery used. But being a wisp is sometimes better than a Phoenix, I guess. Silent, mysterious and dangerous. Anyway, I feel like being lame today.

Nevermind, forgot what was the lame stuff I wanted to say. This is so filleresque. Time to go check for new updates of Liar Game. See y'all now!


||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:43 PM]*

No, the title is not in referrence to Bon Jovi's album. Well, I guess only those in GE will know that it means. I wonder if there is anyone that is not from TPJC that still reads my blog. Will be heart-warming to know that I have some die-hard reader and of course, motivate me to blog more frequently.

Know what created this hiatus? Ensemble, life and Facebook.

Facebook's a real killer. Just go there everyday when no one's around and just stone and do stupid quizzes. Only 5% of the quizzes are accurate and good. The rest is just nonsense.

So life. Gatherings, outings, the lot. It's good to have friends to go out with but when the boredom and loneliness return, it's twofold.

Much thanks to Bouncy for making me want to revive my blog, although there ain't much I can blog about. Panorama, Muchachos Del Tango, Ensemble camp, failed EXCO meeting, Hong Xiang's barbecue-cum-birthday celebration and Mr Choo's wedding pretty much sums up my holiday. Is there time for revision or studies? Sadly, no. I haven't picked up a pen in close to a year and Machinery isn't working very well.

Probably rusted in the hinges. Seeing how others are stressful about mid-term doesn't help rejuvenate Machinery. Wait, I have to be more original. Let's call it Pandora now. Pandora can't run because of the lack of usage. I think I'll devote last week of holidays (hopefully) to repairing Pandora. But Pandora is probably working very hard, albeit not academically. Been a good listener, study of human is an interesting subject, seriously. Now, if only Pandora would start work on academics and then maybe, once I get into a university, I will have more choices to choose from. However, being versatile and all-rounded doesn't help either.

I'm not sure... I feel pretty lost. I really want to see Mrs. Chee again, perhaps that would put me in the right gear. I'd love to excel in studies; it's just the putting in effort part.

Anyways, I don't think it's wise to gossip on MY blog... But whatever. :D

Talking with people... really cheers me up. Reduces boredom too. And you get to know about how others live their life... And pairing others up is really fun.

Let's see... Best not to put any names, so yeah, still be boring. Talk to me on MSN. Don't got anything more to say already. I'll just leave it here Bouncy, alright? :D

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:46 PM]*

This is going to be an extremely long post, so watch out!

It was a truly hectic, but fun-filled week. I'm suffering from Camp Withdrawal Symptomps (CWS), and thus please pardon me for any English mistakes, for it is not the lack of sleep that disturbs me, but is the actual lack of sleep that I yearn. Sounds weird, right? After sleeping for less than 10 hours for the past week, I'm actually yearning to be sleep deprived. So now, let's backtrack time to about 6 days ago...

2nd June. It was rehearsal for Panorama. Everything well, the morale was high and everyone was having fun. It was the first time for me to be performing in the Esplanade and of course, I was in an extremely cheerful mood. Although waiting times were long, we did l'il things that made the time fly. From doing crazy cheers, to having mini-concerts, to just doing stupid things. We played well today and everything went like a breeze. I went home like 11pm and still had to do Muchachos Del Tango scripts along with GPP. Tomorrow's me is quite tired.

3rd June. Actual Panorama event. I think the whole first story was filled. We dressed up and went for the performance. Yes, don't have to reiterate the fact that today is probably the worst day of the week. First, J1s have stuffs missing all along the place. It was found in extremel intrigueing and weird places such as tags being misplaced in drawers and on top of the dressing mirrors thingy. Does 'sabotage' come into mind, anyone? No names shall be conjured but we all well know inside that who's trying to screw around with us.

Yes, we messed up Guantanamera. I was extremely pissed after the performance, I do not deny. But perhaps we've learnt that for an ensemble to do well, it matters that all ensemble members give 110% effort. It won't work if just 1 or 2 of them don't know how to play their pieces. Let's learn from our mistakes and not dwell on the past, even though this piece of bad memory shall further haunt us maybe forever. I would love to give kudos to two persons who made the performance much better.

Kudos to Angelyn our conductor who made so much effort to try to beat time to us. She still smiled although we screwed the first part up. Trying so hard to beat time for us by hitting her hand. If it was just a normal rehearsal, it would've been funny. :x Just to quote from herself, she was like "omg follow, ONE 2 3 4!". In the end, it took another person to rectify this boo-boo.

It was Carl our drummer who picked up mighty guts of steel to beat for us. This trull spectacular beat made the ensemble snap back into the correct tempo again, and we then confidently played the rest of the song without much errors. So three cheers for these two saviours!

Even though my face was blacker than Bao Jing Tian, I went through some reflection and well, some things just happen. Just to quote Murphy (Was that his name?), if shit happens, it happens.

4th June. Muchachos Del Tango. My first time running of a concert as overall second-in-charge. Let me tell you, it was extremely fun working side-by-side with an experienced leader, i.e., Angelyn. Not to mention, the other i/cs did all their best like Publicity and Logistics. It was tiring but enriching. We all ran around trying to minimize errors and to get stuffs done. I was whoopie-me in being in-charge because I have to run around to do different kind of stuff.

All in all, the fruits of our labour are harvested. TPGE and the Germans totally blew the audiences' brains off. Oh yah, and the German guys were really talented and cute. Mr. Afro was ownagezorzs. I didn't have the guts to shake his/their hands because I'm sure that if I accidentally scratched that, it would've incurred me like a few million of dollars. Anyways, it was unbelievably awesome. Everything went well, things were ownage and we were also dead tired. Alyssa, Emilyn and Jia-en came to 'peng chang' too!

5-6th June. One of the most awesome days ever. EVER. If I were to elaborately explain everything, it would've taken up like over 9000 essays. Basically, that one day seemed to be like a week. We had so much fun, we bonded as an ensemble and we rocked. Kudos to J2s and the EXCO for making it such a blast. Elizabeth's letter really touched me as well. Apart from slight mishaps here and there, we made it through and our group was first! It was a close fight; Group 4 was just 10 points behind. I guess the additional 20 points Clarence gave me for helping out with the amplifiers was worth the effort. :)

Highlight of the camp was probably the under-performed night games. Wait, under-performed isn't a suitable word. Under-time probably explains the games. Night games WERE THE BOMB. The quest-ish night games really took real-life role-playing to another level. We tried to save Elizabeth, our group leader, first. We couldn't see her due to her petite size until she shone light into my eyes. When we went to fetch water... Yee En's banshee-esque scream scared the whole lot of them. I bet Yee En had such a good time scaring 'em, they were so cheesily easy to scare. Then we hurried over to the field. Hong Xiang the headbanging metal ghost is big ROFL. Teaming up with him is the crying ghost Wei Quan. The last cry/fright from him was awesome. Scared the shit out of all the girls in my team. Not to mention their ear-piercing screams were worse than the 'ghosts's'. John's station of Karaoke was funny. I could see Clarence under the table from the start, with his white TPGE shirt and his well-built size. The girls were too busy singing the songs to even notice him and then at the end the ghost just popped out. Both from the screen and from behind, scaring the crap out of them AGAIN.

Cheryl and Yijie's quest was awesome because we took a long time to find Yijie and Cheryl really did fit the distressed bullied ghost very well haha. *Cough* Gabriel *Cough*. Yee En scared them for the nth time again. >_> I kinda pity Heather though, stuck alone in that damn bloody hot room. Too bad we didn't have enough time to go to the guitar room/amphitheatre. Still, we managed to ressurrect our seniors. So I guess it was a success!

Next would probably be water-bombing. I had one single regret: I didn't put on my contacts. Therefore I wasn't really involved when the first bomb went smack into my face and sent my spectacles flying. If I remembered correctly, my first bucket of water was on Cheryl. Then 4 bombs onto John. Then another bucket onto the then-dry Yee En. Then everyone was instantly everywhere. All running around and throwing bombs/buckets of water. It was funny when we poured water onto the J2s as they sat on the field. I think the only person that was dry was Elizabeth. Even Hong Xiang, Clarence and Yijie weren't spared from the bombings. In fact, everyone enjoyed being wet hahaha. Then we smelt of flour, mayonnaise and chilli. So, while looking for a spot to wash our pants, we found Yijie washing pails. Guess what? The washer got washed.

Then there was the usual Amazing Race and other stuff including SL pre-trial and other dry games. Not to mention, we had Mahjong sessions with the J2. Yu Qian is the champion. She was high with her canto-pop song and was the only one still energetic after mahjonging the night out. Kudos to Zi Xiu for her perseverance and finally 'hu'ing one round. Yee En is really zai when it comes to playing Mahjong. When time tends towards 6am, I was already washing the tiles with my face on the table. Then I had like some sleep here and there. 15 minutes of power naps was awesome. Like I said, if I were to elaborately touch on everything, it'll be too much for this 'long' post. So yeah, on towards hand-over ceremonial.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't on my face but it was really touching. That sense of camaraderie is awesomeee. When Yee En rubbed her eyes, I thought she was tearing lol. Anywho, the whole ceremony was swift, but the memories shall stay in my head forever and a day.

Okay, after going into conversation with the new EXCO people and bullcrapping around, I forgot what to say already lol. Those who attended the camp probably don't need me to repeat whatever they felt. Because it's really awesome stuff. Oh, there are sooo many new events to look forward to. Really good stuff.

Not to mention, I think I know why the BBQ is on 18th. So Hong Xiang can officially drink alcohol already! =D

The new EXCO is already coming up with so many scandalous scandals. Hahahaahaa, I'm signing off now!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [12:22 PM]*

Hey, it's a pretty boring life I lead, so yeah, since there's nothing much to blog about, let's start off with ensemble stuffs. I don't have to reiterate but TPGE is awesome. It's much more than awesome, but there ain't no words to describe TPGE's awesomeness. Nor the uniqueness of TPGE members. So, woke up pretty late today for banner design and stuff, but still managed to get there on time to 'supervise'. Pretty much did nothing 'cept to put my nose into everything. Spraying, cutting, designing and bits and pieces of everything.

Well, most fun part is the outing with ensemble members. Initially, I tried to get people to go out, but failed miserably. Angelyn went out with her classmate(s). Earnest didn't wanna go out since he watched the show already. Dominic is barbecue sauce. Wai Ping had family lunch. Jay and I thus went to go with ensemble people to watch 3D Monsters vs Aliens. It's not really an intelligent or zai movie... But it's funny. For a while. Otherwise, the company was great. Elizabeth's hair is ownage. And is really ownage.

So went around and hang out and stuff. Talked about stuff. Here and there and stuff. Y'know? 'Nuff said. No elaboration.

Sometimes, it's not that I DON'T WANT to. Sometimes, it is I CANNOT. There is a difference. But you've known me to challenge anything and everything I dislike, right? Of course, I didn't go down without a fight. I tried to fight circumstances, I try to fight Providence. It's a rather futile challenge though, I've been missing so far. I'll always try. To fight. I'm not one to take an insult lightly. Fight for who I am, what I believe and what is to become. After all, live your life your way. Guess it's really me to have fun. Hah!

Equilibrium, so I say. But then, I don't usually have things my way. It's really hard to juggle... stuff. I really am able to see what is not meant to be seen. That sounds weird, right? No, it's not like the book Elizabeth lent me. Hah, now I'm speaking nonsense. I'm far too engrossed already... Over and out.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:18 PM]*

Timeless Miracle is the best power metal band ever. Ever

If neo-classical power metal is your cake, then this is the one band you cannot miss. They have insane guitar and keyboard solos and extremely metallic riffs. (Well, I wouldn't say they go very fast like DragonForce since they're more of the neo-classical than power.) However, don't be fooled. Because they are equals to or more than power metallic than DragonForce. Why? Because they have catchy riffs, awesome technical work and crazy-ass lyrics. They take influence not only from neo-classical and power metallic genres, but also traditional folkish songs. Into The Enchanted Chambers's main riff is a improvisation of a folk riff lol.

I REITERATE.

PICK UP TIMELESS MIRACLE NOW!

It's worth over 9000 DKP.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:13 PM]*

This is a really good day. The guitarist's block is finally over! The fingers are magically running through crazy, face-melting licks and the blurred picking's finally coming back.

Compare that to last week when I can't even play a power chord properly lol. Holidays are here, but the first two weeks are fully booked by ensemble and lessons. Third week's for chalets. Fourth week left, and I can't game because mid-terms are coming soon. That leaves very little room for outings and gatherings.

Time management. Priorities. C'mon, show 'em whatcha gonna do on mid-terms! Let 'tis be motivation for me to study hard. While stocks last. This is the first time I've been to a wedding lunch. Going to, anyways.

Boohoo, there is nothing that can cure my boredom. Is there nothing left to do anymore? Don't mention studying please. I think I need to see Mrs. Chee. Anyone up for TKSS reunion? I think it'll be cool to revisit secondary school. Can't imagine how I wasted 4 years there. Should've done more... A lot more. Reminiscing about the past, not a bad past time. Used to be such an active young lad, basketball, football, table tennis and the likes. Look what I've been now, sloppy and recluse person who hangs out in front of his PC. Maybe I should get back into shapes. Start lifting weights.Start doing 12midnight runs at East Coast Park. (Clement, it's time we get some midnight runs and pratas.) Yup, dedication and passion.

Dedication. Passion.

The world doesn't live on these values no more. It doesn't pay to be kind, it's a real killer. Hah, 'nuff said. Time to practise while the feel's there. See ya!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [12:47 PM]*

Guess what? I've metamorphed into a fully-fledged TPJCian today. Ergo, neighborhood college student. Ergo, rebellious. Ergo, argues with teacher. No, I won't condescend to those levels. After all, all I merely did was to rebuke and challenge the teacher. I mean, I've done the same thing in Primary and Secondary school, didn't I? Hah, remember those times sure were funny: Pointing the middle finger to the VP, skipping Chinese lessons and sleeping throughout classes. It's not something a normal person would be proud of, but hey, it's part and parcel of life! But I just somehow can't take it down when someone insults my intelligence. Yup, I retorted with a "What makes you think I will fail my studies?"

You are but a mere teacher in a neighborhood college. Your experience isn't anything, maybe it's worth a penny or two. The only respect I have is of your values, but not your close-mindedness about life. I live by my principles, and for that, I will not allow anyone to trespass. I'm always sure that the usual reaction would be as such, but everytime it happens, human psychology that is, I'm bound to be surprised. No matter how much I can predict the outcome, I am still awed.

Mortals fear what they cannot comprehend or understand, and hence when they meet with someone of a different calibre, a different mindset, a fish swimming against the flow of the river or a different genius in all, they will all cook up excuses or tell lies. For they do not understand and thus they ostracize. But I'm used to it already, when does it stop or end, I do not for. For as long as I continue with my way of life, society will be judgemental and upon judgement, they do not care if they had sinneth in the first place. They are fearful and look upon all they do not understand as stray dogs. That I can understand of mere mortals.

Please, pardon me if this sounds like a rant post. In fact, is it rather of a reflection than of ranting. Spare me from judgement, alright? (:

Furthermore, it is with utmost disgust. Of self. That I think I screwed up my interview. 'Twas the first interview I had in my entire life; I didn't believe someone of my calibre should work in a part time job. Narcissism, superiority complex or just plain jackarse arrogant? Yup, I think I have enough butterflies in my stomach to enhance my evasion to around a rate of 9120%. Indeed, enough butterflies stacked up diminishingly to have an evasion rate of over 9000. Okay, enough of the stupid jokes. I've prepared for the worst and am hoping for the best, so best of luck to myself.

They usually say those who are condemned to the Purgatory are doomed for eternity to burn in Hell. I would agree that thus far, but once again, I'm being lifted from there by a kind soul. Not many times do I have such parole, but I've been on amnesty. Once many a time, I've been lulled by deceit. But, well like Garfield would say, I'll bite. No, I assure you, it's not Hellslayer92. Rofl, anyway, when two similar souls get bound by the inexplicably spiritual link, it will be hard to deny happiness, or more of escape and relief.

Back towards a more light-hearted topic. I feel really awesome on my 17th birthday. As far as I can remember, it's the first real 'celebration party' I had all these years. Plentiful thanks to my dear Sister and Jia Ying; y'all know me real well. Dark chocolates are really wonderful. So wonderful that I don't feel like opening my presents. Thanks to everyone for their wishes. Well, it's rather belated, but yeah. Been busy with lots of stuff nowadays. Not even sure whether I can get a position or not... Nevermind. Bah.

Must be the lack of moon tonight. Hah, signing off. The ghostly galloon is no longer tossed around the sea of deadly mist anymore.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:11 PM]*

This is really bad, this sudden bout of slight string of seriously unfortunately stupid events. I'd attribute this to me being quite useless and low-efficient. Oh and guess what? This time I'm not listening to power metal for the cure. It's back to basics with Deep Purple and Yngwie Malmsteen. =)

The powers of Jon Lord and Ritchie in unison just shivers me timbers! But have any of you guitarists or musicians had any 'bad days' when everything just goes wrong? I find it irritating, and to my extreme frustration, it lingered on for almost a week already. My sweeps, arpeggios and even simple note-strumming are all going wrong. Those obnoxious power chords just refused to budge. I can't even play Canon Rock properly, after all those days of training.

It's really those days where everything just doesn't go your way; compound that with a Internet that fluctuates daily and you have an angry, pissed off person. However, remember the days of Eden Hall, and I will relax. An unobstrusive bar in the middle of a bustling Japan and the only entrance to an other-worldly paradise is through a heavy, wooden double-door. For those who love liquors, do watch the anime: Bartender. I promise you, it's good stuff. And the bartender, Sasakura Ryu-kun, is quite cute lol. Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming - Deep Purple comes to mind immediately. Kudos to Steve Morse!

Next song... Stayin' Alive - Bee Gees. Hahahaha, never could've guessed that, eh? That's really old classic English pop/dance. I think I need to reflect on my priorities in life, maybe find Mrs. Chee and get some 'whack you left-right-centre' sort of motivation. I can't go on failing all my subjects, can I? Fish would kill me if she'd know that I failed so much. Or maybe not. Hahahaha! Okay, I guess the June holidays came in just the right time. I need to stay away from everyone and everything and just spend some time to think. Think. Use the Machinery. Think. Maybe I should go on a vacation. Some place like Japan or Australia will be nice. The juxtaposition of the city and the countryside is really good inspiration for the budding creativitist. Add that with wonderful music. I'll be an entirely happy person all over again. Well, to look on the bright side of life, at least I have wonderful music with me now. :)

If I were to be a Christian someday, and if there was one thing I had to be thankful to God, that would be the creation of music. Real, pure music. That is, your classical and (non-modern) metal. Yah but it'll be repetitive and boring if I keep claiming that these genre of music are the good stuff people should listen to. And to each his own taste, right? Whatever is with those posers saying that screamo and death metal are heavy metal? That's absolut bullshit. But. There are always people who don't allow conformity to rule their lives and that one of them, my dear friends, is yours truly who doesn't follow mainstream and takes on the path of the non-mainstream! Now I feel like composing something...

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Threading upon the fragile glass pathways of love
Here we are on the crossroads of eternity

Misty light illuminates the darkest shades of the night
And through twilight still shining bright

A dreamy vision of you let me felt all the love I never knew
If only we could close our eyes and we are always meant to be

The silver stars shone gently and under the pale moonlight
We stood with our fingers interlocked under the majestic apple tree

Whispering not sweet-nothings but dedication, passion and freedom
For when the two hearts beat in unison, they beat as one

A handful of melodies, a drop of the Blue note, a sprinkle of joy
Are all that is needed to make this love blossom

Let Luna, the mistress of the Moon, be our judge
For our love to blossom into the Full Moon

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So many Deep Purple and Yngwie Malmsteen songs. So many inspirations. Speaking with people helps too! This really feels like Paradise, I'm in heaven tonight! Hahahaha. Okay, it's 12.30 and I still haven't started on my Literature essay. Time to stop blogging and go off now! Goodnights(mornings) to all y'all late-night owls! Oh and Manchester United's going to stomp Barcelona today. \m/




||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:14 PM]*

Remember that Japanese variety show where those wacky Japanese try to 'masquerade'? Yeah, chanced upon that today and was epic rofl. You can't find those kind of things anywhere else, only the crazy Japanese can come up with stuff like that - and Majide. Harrr, there's CJ7 showing on Channel U now. Y'know, it's with llittle wonder why Stephen Chow's movies are always so well-liked. It's some kind of 'down-to-earth' comedy which everyone can relate to. I'm not sure if it's a running gag or what, but they seem to always have a certain set of fixed cast. Reminds me of 'cheong bao'. >_> OOmg, that little furball/doggie/alien is damn cute. FURBALL IS DAMN CUTE. Nyaaaa. Hm, for some reason, CJ7 reminds me of C Major 7. Random and lame, but yeah. Still, the furball is damn cute. (Oh, and I wonder why so many people ask "Why do you want a CMaj7?")

Oh and anyone wanna go shopping with me? I need to get a black shirt as soon as possible for Panorama/German concerts. Yes, I will be playing, but I think I promote it a tad too late; all the tickets are out already... I think. Anywho, will be playing Guantanarema and Somewhere Over The Rainbow, but guess that's old news to y'all already. Yah, so Yijie wants this blog to entertain him. Ironically, he's always the entertainment. Be it being slapped, suaned or picked on, he's always the joker that we all come to love and hate.


Anywho! Don't ever take that Q Vodka. It tastes absolutely terrible. And Yee En even suggested drinking vodka pure. I doubt I can do that. The 8% apple juice, FOR SOME WEIRD REASON, made me feel giddy, high and hot. I think it's because it's been a long time since I drank, that's why suddenly drink liquor become high. Oh and I have to stop smiling to myself. Woah my whole body is red and I can't stop smiling! This is vbad, really bad hahahahah.

OMG THE FURBALL DIED!!!! ;_; That's damn sad. But then the You-Fou came back and over 9000 furballs came running over. Too cute already, and even though Jia Ying said it was a touching movie, I never cried. There's no movie that's made me tear yet. Not any, yet. Although I haven't watched Lake House. =]

After drinking the vodka, I completely forgot what I wanted to type. So yeah, I'll leave y'all as it is. Have to wake up early tomorrow to go to Bouncy Meeting. Hahahaha. Still haven't touch my homework as of yet. Oh and I got suspended by the school for being late thrice. So tata people, hopefully you'll get a kick out of me being high. Haha, goodnights all~!

PS. This whole post is typed out while I was semi-high. So I apologise in advance for any discrepancies or anything stupid/silly.
PSS. Random Trivia. Heather can play a little of Master of Puppets, Yee En can hold her liquor well and I'm not drunk.
Can you discover the hidden message?




Oh. Happy birthday to myself. First blood goes to Jia Ying. And I just took the 'how awesome are you' test on Phaseboots. Guess what's the result? It's "You're *massive amounts of expletives* AWESOME~!" Hahahaha. I also serendipitously found that Elizabeth took some Twilight tests and well, that's pretty cute lol. Guess it's some sort of teenage girl thing... Hmmm. Vampires are a real hit nowadays. Double kill goes to Jay. Whoopie, it's my birthday and I'm high and I don't intend to do any homework. Reason? It's my *expletive*ing birthday! (Hm, just take it that I have birthday all day long so I don't have to do homework, lol.)

Phaseboots also says that I'm teletubbies, the Leeeeeroy Jenkins meme, Gandhi for being an extremely bad liar, Sam from LotR (I'm not really pleased with that, really.), with just 25% twatness and had 100% excelent result for understanding women. Whew, I wonder if that's all hullabaloo bullcrap. Hah.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [5:19 PM]*

Hey I realised it's been a long, long time since I last changed my font. Perhaps this will make your eyes less strained when reading my blog? Well, due to acquaintances over at ensemble, I guess there's been a recent surge to readership. I'm not really used to have this much readers all at once actually, as my blog seems to be quite the low-profile and boring thing. Of course, there are plenty of those who steathily stalk-read and don't make their presence felt.

Somtimes, I just type whatever's on my mind and then post it, without much outside factor influencing my decision. I guess I'll have to further scrutinize what I write before posting, in case I give the game of 'myself' away.

I realised I'm being more fatigued than usual now, it's as though all the novelty has worn away. Isn't it just ironic to find a slime hiding under that kraken shell? Argh my head's splitting right now. I doubt it's really worth all that effort to... well... I don't know. I suddenly felt lost today, perhaps due to being overwhelmed and guilt-ridden for not doing any tutorials at all. It suddenly dawned upon me that if I continue drifting aimlessly like this, I'd end up as a failure like him. Y'know, someone once told me that my perseverance and never-say-die attitude is admirable. But now that I see myself, I'm giving up on almost everything. From the education system, to my homework, to my life. I shouldn't continue with the procrastination.

Now that I feel empowered (again), I'm good to go! To do with all the proposals and homework. It's like 'homejoy' or lack thereof is the subject matter of JC life. It's really surprising how fast time passes by, you'll need that Chronosphere, and it's almost June already. Half a year has passed, and I didn't felt like it has passed. It almost feels as if I'm still stuck in limbo, stuck in that December holidays. Hahaha, I swear I'll get on with academic work in June.

Okay, enough about myself already. The only factors motivating me to write are really plain. Either I'm feeling depressed, or I'm feeling high. Let's talk about something else for a moment. Ensemble. It's really fun to 'gossip' about different senior members and how they will be compatible with each other. Especially those who have the kind of 'husband-wife' look. Ahem. Of course, the relationships we usually gossip about are pretty true. Some are even right-in-your-face obvious. Hah, I shaln't say much here, because there are eyes over the Net.

It's no fun anymore; I obviously don't have time to play MMOs now and DotA's a really shitty game that's so screwed up with wannabes. C'mon, I don't even feel like I want to draft anymore. You know where the biggest irony lies? The only thing I'm ever good at in my entire life is probably just DotA. It's pretty pathetic, but yeah, I'm getting bored with this shit. It's pathetic stuff, I'd willingly exchange my talents for something else. Maybe I need a re-spec, right, Kai Wei? =D I'll spec into a full-time mugger if possible, because that's the 'only path to get into the University and get a good job'. Whatever for, it's pretty much bullshit and lies fed to you while you were young. Bleh, even my posts become so depressing. I don't even want to swear at all.

Enough is enough.

Bathe in the purest of moonlight, Mistress Sierra Mikain, shall purify thy heart and belief. Now all that's left to get me back into high spirits is power metal! Jesus, the joy of man desiring. I find this daunting though. As life tends towards a higher difficulty, the amount of hours spent whining, bitching and moaning approaches infinity. I blame Proof for influencing me to write in this lingo. Timeless Miracle is still the best stuff to listen to when you're down. They make everything feel perfectly fine and joyful; from being outcasted in The Devil, from dying in Down The Gallows, from losing a loved one in Red Rose... It's with great honour and pride that I say I really love power metal. Hah, so there to all you wannabes. :) Btw, Galloglass is a pretty awesome power metal band too. Enough writing for now, lightning strikes at the pinnacle of genius.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:34 PM]*

It is henceforth that the project be christened "Exodus Diablos".

Ahh. Literature people are fun. They're sort of like insane mathematicians who can party all night, I think. So the Proof play wasn't bad at all, I would say. But then, it was quite boring since we've all read the book and knew what was going to happen next. Still, there were some parts which I couldn't see as being sarcastic or funny when reading the text, so yeah, it was still a worthwhile experience. Going out for supper after that was cool though. They also also showed Man Utd winning the trophy live at DXO! Congratulations to Manchester United for winning the English Premier League! Thanks to Cameron for giving me a free ride home though.

And just because of that, I missed the ACJC concert. Damn, they just had to clash on the same date. So right now, I'm sitting my arse down on the computer and yes, thinking of many, many stuff. I'm damn sure I can just sit lie down on a comfortable sofa all day, just thinking. Thinking of trivial matters. Thinking of important matters. Everything, basically, that the Machinery can conceive of. Hah.

So, discussing about religious issues with Liyana is quite fun. I mean, it's been a while since I've been provided good entertainment. Y'know, a bantering at night is quite the romantic pasttime, I realised. I reckoned that if day becomes night and night becomes day, it'll be so much more enjoyable. OH. THAT JUST SWITCHED ON A LIGHT BULB IN MY HEAD. No, the whole power grid is switched on in the Machinery. Why didn't I think about this earlier? The whole idea of "turning day into night and night into day". Gosh, I'm such a genius. :)

Okay, I'm now just waiting for someone to get home. Hopefully that person will get home before I finish my drink. Not to mention that I've been drinking ever since I've been staying up late to chat and surf the Net. Now I really need to get my stock replenished; that was the last bottle I had. The moon and stars shine pretty brightly tonight. Yet the winds are still, the air is dead. Isn't the night too heavy? Perhaps it'll be better to live a lifestyle that's not clustered, claustrophobic and suffocating. I don't know how many times I've mentioned that already, though.

I'm but a recluse. A book that is a million pages yet completely blank. As deep as the trenches, as infinite as the skies, and as pure as natural harmonics! :)

Isn't that an interesting way to introduce oneself? Guess what I'm listening to now? Steve Morse's awesome solo pieces! Here's a small list, it'd be impossible to list everything that I'm listening to at the moment... Steve Morse's "Jesus, Joy Of Man Desiring", "Ice Cakes", "Tumeni Notes", Well Dressed Guitar" and "8.5 Minutes Unnamed Solo". Steve Morse's the man, seriously. \m/

Ah but I've diverged from the main issue, as usual. But is there even a main issue at hand? Right. If it was about religion, then I have to say that I'm more of a spiritual person than a religious person. Y'know, the stuff about mind, body and soul. Out of body experiences and stuff like that. I've been introduced to the occult too y'know. But I mostly read those books for recreation alone. No, I don't worship Aleister Crowley. No, I don't do rituals such as cleansing of the soul, exorcism, or the likes of the occult. But I do believe in the theory that the positive attracts the positive and stuff like that. The difference between spirituality and the occult is a really thin line.

Oh and did I mention how irritating it is for my Internet to something screw up? Last time it used to deny me entry to Google.com and Blogger.com. Now it's denying me entry to Youtube.com. How absurd that is? Is that absurd? Of course it is! As Jovi approaches mental unstability, time tends towards infinity. And hence the roots to the quintuple equation becomes complex and equal. Let W be the sum of all possible finite solutions to infinitely numbers of questions, T be the product of intelligence and madness and F be the power of the Mighty Morphine Power Rangers. Which product of all the three gives you WTF. Hah, I'm extremely bored. Meanwhile, I ponder why I'm not even one of a thousandth of Beethoven even though I'm half deaf. What wonderful temperament - fit for a Star. What musical genius, poised and ready to strike at anytime, redefining boundaries, revolutionizing the world and creating all thine creations of one so Holy. Oh by the way, don't you think all of those baroque and roll composer look funny in their portraits? Haha, but it's cool in a certain sort of way. Like how cute Napoleon Bonaparte was when he was young. Er.

I don't know why I'm suddenly listening to Classical music at night. But it's freaking awesome, I tell you. It's better than those Owned Sevenfold, Bullets For This Band and Drop Out Noobs bullshit. Classical and Metal shall always be the mainstream music for me. Indeed, this temperament. And the beauty of an orchestra, an ensemble. The pure aristocracy and heavenly delight in conducting, hearing, listening to an orchestra. None can come close to the pureness of these genres of music.Ecstatic fills me whenever I hear good music. Although not a really good musician myself, I shall now be more motivated to strive for the best! I hope this time the motivation is not as short-lived as the previous ones I had. And I sort of realised that Beethoven and Bach's works are more aggresive than Mozart's. Maybe that's a generalisation or I haven't listen to all of their works before. Y'know, it's just random linking from one youtube video to another... For your information, I don't listen to only the popular pieces. I prefer, as you can guess, the non-mainstream and all those hidden jewels of these composers. It's like striking gold! You suddenly come across a piece filled with so much emotion that you suddenly go Eureka! And then all the joy and bliss flows into you and it's as though the world is alive at 2.45am. Now I only wished my parents gave me a cooler name like Jovi Nekogang Exodus Gabriel Escaweller von Christifield Heimlich-Antonio !Baruti Pekopeko Amontillado el Amosorescow.

A requiem for the glorious hero who fought against the overwhelming force of over 9000-strong. He who fought single-handedly the various sinful demons who yearn for flesh and blood. Defended his honour and valor, his country and his passion. Let him be donned the robes of the sacred and dressed in the angel's raiment. Blessed for us, that he a hero, has made such a noble act of sacrifice to save our kingdom. The Priests gave him the rites, sprinkled the holy water, and the world remained silent. He, our saviour, was gone. The father of mankind, shaped the world today as it were. Let there be no evil, sayeth he. Let there be no sins, sayeth him. But therein lies the problem. For those who he had saved, be the ironic ones who turned their backs on him and then shall emulate the demons and devils of evil and sin. For it is the only ironic that who he has saved are the ones who are damned forever to the bleak abyss of hell.

Wait, I realised I just typed something that would be the sort of stuff you would find in the Bible. I swear I wasn't writting about God or anything blasphemous. Anyway, there's a 1984 filmed called Amadeus which, Captain Obvious strikes, talks about the story of musician genius: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Watched a 7 minutes clip off it and hey, it's pretty interesting. Won 8 Oscars.

Okay, I've been rambling on and on for long and I've forgotten my manners. 3.10am. Perhaps I need some sleep soon. Otherwise I'd end up waking up at 2am again and then not doing my GPP, proposals and homework. Wait, did I even intend to do my homework? No. Well, time to chat for a moment before going to bed. I'll see you guys later in the afternoon. Fare thee well!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [1:10 AM]*

I've not been writing narratives recently. I don't know, maybe I've really been pretty busy after all. No, not with my school work; I still haven't touch those tutorials that have been secretly rotting under the sofa. Basically, it's about guitaring stuff . And doing those compulsory homework like Literature and PW.

Guitar work is really cool stuff now that I'm in the ensemble and sort of in-charge with a concert for the Germans. Hmm, have to get used to rushing proposals and getting stuff sorted out. Really fun stuff, especially if you're working with cool people. And really nice and fun-loving people. And bouncy people.

Hahaha, otherwise, I think I'll be kept quite busy still, with so many events to micro-manage. And then there's always game design and the RPG that has been waiting for me to design. Damnit, 24 hours is just not enough and I'm seriously lacking sleep. Not that I need long hours like Yi Jie, but yeah, I fell asleep for classes consecutively.

Sooo. I'm running for some EXCO positions on Ensemble! Yeah, sounds ridiculous right? Jovi, here, running for some important huge arse stuff. I reckon it'll be fun, so yeah. Anyways I hope I'll get to conduct once before I leave TPGE. I'll be even freakier than Mr. Freaky Conductor. Oooh and Cherry Bouncy Conductor is going to link me soon. Whoopies. *CoughJayCough*

Bah. There's nothing much to blog about. I lead such a booooring life. It's so boring it's monotonous, depressing and full of blasphemy. Narcissism is sweet stuff if you know how to balance it. But then, if you balance it, it won't be called Narcissism anymore. Furthermore, I'm suffering from Bipolar Disorder. Does it coincide with the fact that I'm a Gemini?

Hahaa, boogles the mind, keeps the creative juices going. After all, geniuses are also madmen in a sense. It's really time to write some plot tomorrow or on Sunday. Let thine light shoneth through the blackest, deepest of abyss; for eyes are thine windows to truth and only the lonely can see.

Argh I'm seriously bored. DotA is no fun. Time to do proposal. Need to impress. :)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:19 PM]*

It's just like the Great Depression. During the Depression, everyone frantically tries to find a solution or a cure. Then when the economy starts to leave the rock bottom area, everyone evaluates their actions and thus, the reflection. And when the Depression is far behind them, the economy is booming, then people are partying and having fun.

Perhaps it's just me. Is that considered as something 'normal', or do you count it as having mild 'bipolar disorder'? I don't know. I don't want to inherhit his 'madness'. Neither do I want to be the bastard son of bastard who will leave the family.

Who cares. For now I'll just concentrate on matters at hand. Can't let down people who have expectations from me, right? Second-in-charge indeed.

Okay, stuff's picking up now. The colours are coming back, the creativity and genius are all coming back. Well, I apologise for those people I've bothered during my depression.

For now, it's going to be ensemble madness. \m/

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:00 PM]*

Kuroneko just ripped this post to shreds.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:19 PM]*

The Dwarven battle cry, for those stout little ale-loving blacksmiths that we've come to love in epic fantasy titles such as Lord Of The Rings and Warcraft. But won't it be cool if let's say instead of having this...

"See that dude over there? He's Anthony Tap Sum Bong from Hong Kong, Chinatown."

You'll actually have...

"Aye, that rugged lad 'ere be Roram Carinstone. Ye wager me a pint of ale that he's from good ol' Ironforge down Dun Morogh?"

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It feels good to role-play/cosplay. Obviously it does, brings one to relax and enjoyment. But subtly drowns one's sorrows of mundane life into a swirling whirlpool: Escapism. Why am I suddenly talking about such stuff, you may think. Well, I'd fairly attribute it to late-night reading of Proof, my Literature text, by David Auburn. It's a thin piece of play, only 81 pages long. The ending really sucks. I totally despise and dislike open-ended endings and/or cliffhangers unless it is evident that is must be used. Either that or you give me an epic series like Lord Of The Rings. Otherwise, open-ended/cliffhangers are a giant no-no for me. Oh and there are bountiful uses of cursing and swearing in the play, which is pretty funny in context. I'm shivering with excitement now, can't wait for Saturday. Not only because there is no school, but all Literature students will be heading down to watch the play, live! Yeah, all that swearing and all that smooching brought to life will be real entertaining.

A quote from myself today, "I'm seriously pissed. I've just restringed my guitar and they've rusted already." See, I didn't swear... I've successfully cut down on swearing! It's quite depressing though, my acidic hands wear out and tarnish those beautiful slinkies immediately after Park helped me restring 'em. Maybe because I was playing non-stop for 3 hours for two consecutive days? Nevermind, luckily I've bought some D'addario strings. Probably be good for me to not head down to Sam's anymore; the prices he charges for strings are seriously akin to extortion. Bleh. Oh and I also have to practise my Somewhere Over The Rainbow and Guantanamera. And have to do GGPP. And have to do the tutorials which I haven't touch since beginning of JC. And all the homework Ms. Fernandez gave. And have to start on the RPG-designing. And have to asemble a new computer. And... if I go any longer I'd probably bore all of you to death now and we wouldn't want that, would we?

*I just remembered that y'all would love to have more pictures than words here, right? Like they say, an equilibrium must be reached.*

Oh and I, for the first time in my entire life, bothered to do Facebook quizzes. Yeah, turns out that I'm a Vampire. It's pretty absurd, yet amusing at the same this. This is the excerpt...

Lol. I'm rendered speechless. Really. Meanwhile I'm Iron Maiden, Randy Rhoads, Thanatos and Crash Bandicoot. Oh yeah, a ninja too. I will definitely kick zombie arse in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

Okay, I'm off to train my sweeps for Canon Rock. After 7.5 hours of talk, you really gave me much encouragement. No joke, thanks a lot.

The Fantasy-Loving, Head-Banging, Heavy-Neo-Classical-Power Metallist, Foo-Fighting Kartolosaurus signs off to infinity and beyond.

PS. Phaseboots is actually a conspiracy theorem website made up by supercalifragilisticexpialidocious people who are trying to waste your time.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:40 PM]*

It's 5.30am and I can't freaking sleep. I guess I'll be doing a little trivia about myself later. Anywho, today's an epic birthday celebration for my dear l'il sister, Shi Min.

Everyone had much fun, although tired. I think it's pretty hard to elaborate because we've done so much things in so little time. I wonder what will happen next year when we official can drink liquor. =)

And it's really untrue that I only listen to metal. C'mon, it's 5.45am now and I'm listening to English pop. They're old, but still English pop! Chilling to the songs of Westlife, The Corrs and Dido. Pretty classic eh?

In the midst of the thunderstorm, I think it's quite an irony to listen to such music. Maybe it's because my head is splitting due to the lack of sleep. But it's quite relaxing to listen to good ol' English pop. Then I went to listen to Difficult To Cure by Deep Purple, hah. Really awesome stuff, Blackmoore playing Ode To Joy with Lord. It's a really sad affair that I had never seen Deep Purple live before. But neither have I seen Iron Maiden, Yngwie Malmsteen and a load of other power/heavy metal acts before. For some reason, I think I will be able to relax more if I listened to metal. Which is not really surprising since metal contains classical elements. Hey, if you have a mentality that metal is those American punk rock crap playing their distorted crap without musicality, please, abolish it at once because it's a disgrace to all metal pure. The closest genre you can get to classical music is actually metal. Yes I agree it'll have to depend on the band itself. Nevertheless, I'm one for the metal. \m/

Which reminds me to quickly restring my guitar tomorrow. Been a week since I last touched and it's really screwing me up the mind. I guess guitar's incorporated into my life without me actually knowing it. Oh yeah, today's Sunday and soon there will be school all over again and I'll be dying for the next weekend to arrive and soon it'll be Chinese A'Levels and very soon it'll be the actual A Levels for everything else. Yeah, time flies, I'm soon to be 17 and for all I know, death may just be waiting for me round the corner.

Not that I want a premature and grizzly death though. I want to live a long, fruitful and peaceful life. To be able to travel around some places, get to have long hair, get to do sooo many other stuffs including but not exhaustive: cosplay, play for a band, direct my own game and just have fun.

I wonder why did I suddenly become so... old. Tian Sern brought up something interesting today. He says that I have quite a lot of personas which can adapt to different situations. I guess it's something you'd get when you experience different things in life which may well be negative and leaves you cynical. I guess when you've experienced things which other people would never have experienced before, you see the world with much jaded eyes; you no longer care. I would love to create a simile as such: As cynical as cyanide. But then the only medicine is, of course, music. Try listening to Child In Time by the lovable Deep Purple. You'll immediately see the light tonight.

I shall not further depress nor bore y'all with this boring post of melancholy and depression. I'll try to find something sweet to post about some other time, if I get that inspiration. Oh and I'm all the one for Manchester United. Although I do feel bad that Chelsea lost through totally crappy refereeing.

To end off with a good ntoe, I was extremely touched by Elizabeth this morning. She stayed up till 3.30am to make a card for her mother for Mother's Day! It kinda brightened up my day. :) Well, I'm pretty hungry now, shall make myself some noodles. May the metal be with you!

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Okay, I'm back from some light sleep. This is really weird, but I dreamt that I had long hair. The sort Jia Ying said yesterday. Feels good though, to have the feel of the rush of the wind with long hair. Feels even better to headbang with long hair, hah! Now all I need is a chain with a cross on my left hand and a ring on my right. Add on with black leather pants and Michael Angelo Batio-ish shirt with Yngwiefied frills. Lol, the perfect rocker outfit.

But I woke up to something scary. I'll be running for Guitar Ensemble EXCO and ... I think this stuff is classified so I can't really say anything yet. But it's something really, REALLY bad. I'm such a wuss, having stage-fright and all. To think that getting a spot in combo band is hard is really an understatement. Wanting to get a spot in EXCO is worse. Faaaar worse.

Then Kai Wei talked to me after over 9000 years of not speaking to me and posted some retarded WoW video where some noobs fail in raiding Onyxia. The raid leader was cursing and swearing and minusing 50 DKP all along. Epic roll though.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [5:25 AM]*

Somewhere Over The Guantanamera.

Whoopie-doopiedidittyme! I'm feeling extremely jubilant after ensemble today.

Perhaps it's because ensemble was really enjoyable today. Perhaps it's because we'll have having yet another 3 days mini-holidays. Perhaps it's because we're celebrating Shi Min's birthday tomorrow.

I don't know. Suddenly felt very 'high'. I must've looked retarded, trying to 'air conduct' Guantanamera and humming the tune on the bus. But who cares as long as it's fun wahahaha. Things kinda got worse when I went home; making sure no one was at home, I sung Somewhere Over The Rainbow with growls and then falsettos. My neighbours must think that they're got an insane crazy Bach next door wahahaha. Then continued with my over-exaggerated 'air conducting'.

Ahhh this is fun times. Then PW strikes. I'm teamed up with people who are linguistic retards. Give a man a fish and you'll assuage his hunger. Give a man crappy teammates and watch/hear him whine non-stop like your typical Singaporean.

I realised two things after I got high. One is that I'm really hungry now. Two is that the Spanish and the Flamenco are ownage. (Not really only know, since I've taken quite a liking to Vamo Alla Flamenco like 5 or 6 years ago.) Español ester excelente!

Sorry Clement, couldn't make it for Lagoon because Extremely Awesome Übertastic Guitar Ensemble ended late and I got back around 7.30pm. Next time, maybe?

Okies, time to marathon some manga, catch some anime and to play some crazy stuff. Going to have to restring my dear Sheyanne tomorrow! Then I'll be able to practise hard and be in the combo band! Oh and before I sign off, Elizabeth get well soon!

The-insanely-high-overdosed-on-tap-sum-bong Jovi Kartolosaurus signs off.

Before that, he would LOVE to quote Russell Peters.

"He may be Anthony by day... But he's TAP SUM BONG BY NIGHT." - Okay, it's pretty old but still delivers the lulz.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:11 PM]*

Happy Birthday to myself!

One of the first few things I'd be getting is a new rig; this contraption is useless. A pile of scrap metal, if you ask me. One of the first thing that will be new will be a budget $1000 PC.

Rig will probably roughly be something like...
<2.5 GHz Duo Core.
512 MB Radeon ATIx Pro.
4 GB RAM.
1 TB HDD split into half with another Ex-HDD.
Perhaps 650 True WPS.
Creative Soundblaster and Sennheiser to complete the full set. Of course, it's stupid to buy surround sound system 5.0 for guy who's deaf in one ear; he can't hear the surround sound!

With PC done, I think I'll try to work part-time during June to get another budget <$1500 laptop for designing/University/portability purposes. Hmm... Perhaps a semi-customized laptop will do. But I don't know, never bothered to look up for laptops. I guess I'll have to consult Henry or Jon. But then again, a laptop doesn't need to be THAT high-end, right?

Now, looking for gifts. Michael Angelo Batio's Armourflame won't hurt as a present. Neither will Steve Vai's signature model. Go ahead. =)

The world's really small. I met Imesha on the bus and she's Ben's friend and she's in my Lit class. Then I confirmed the fact that she was from TKGS and that she's a friend of Tricia. It was seriously for the big lol when we were talking about animes and mangas. From SM to yaoi to bishies to how cool Himura Kenshin wasis, to how awesome Sesshomaru is, to how even guys love bishies. Totally chance encounter with awesome people.

And once again I'll be moving over to Section II. Got all the fingerings and stuff done already but... By the Valar, PW snuck up behind me and ambushed me!

"Cloak of the shadows, repeated stuns and interrupts. The rogue is too imba. +Epic whines and how rogues should be nerfed." - Warlock n00b.

Well, it's the same thing for PW. It's quite unfair to cast me to a group that, heck, have a power level of under -9000. I don't care though. Guitar definitely > PW. Hence I don't intend to do jack for my GPP or GDP or whatever that tiny bugger is. Oh yeah and GGPP stands for Good Game, Pull Plug.

How do you pronounce !xobile? *Click* Pillay.

Perhaps it's time to end this yet-another-random-post. See y'all for now! Looking forward to June. With it comes holidays, camps, outings and chalets. And to end this, I would like to quote Confucius.

"You go to jail, bad boy."

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:18 PM]*

Shaman King, one of the best mangas made out there. The anime wasn't completed, so now I'm reading the manga. It's the purest bliss to see Shaman King all over again. The character cast is so magnificent that the Überness level is over 9000.

I love Asakura Yoh. Don't ask why, I love Yoh. I doubt anyone can not not love Yoh. Bwahaha.

The manga has around 200+ chapters, will be taking June holidays to marathon them all at once and raise my eye degrees to 1000. But enough rantings about my Shaman King fandom.

I kinda miss those days when I can sing with Park, Jon and Henry to tunes like 'Burn', 'Seventh Sign' and 'Livin' On a Prayer'. It's really hard to find people who like ye olde music... But I won't give up in my search. Yet.

Perhaps I'm stuck in limbo. Look at the stuff I read, listen and watch everyday. Maybe it's just not being used to the mainstream stuff that people read, listen and watch. Never have been though, it's kinda like being a communist haha.

Bah, don't even have the mood to type up anything now. So I'll just leave this as a filler.

Happy that I've got to know more guitar ensemble seniors. Really cool people, me thinks. Yes and that Yee En is really a caring and loving person. No, not fierce at all and doesn't eat l'il kids for breakfast. And I find it weird that Cheryl thinks I can't speak Chinese... Oh and I just conveyed to Yi Jie the message that I'm autistic. Hell yeah. \m/.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:17 PM]*

There's so much to do, and so much to learn. Taken full accountability to life, one strides forth to only make decisions over and over again on complicated and complex crossroads, never looking back.

But when one truly knows how to stop down, take a break and enjoy what life has in store for him or her, does one really understand peace. A stark difference you would see, in today's urbanized context.

Look at us, shallow beings, working perpetually, unable to take any rest. Are we naught but hollow inside? Metropolitans zooming around their city, perenially paranoid that their sub-ordinates or fellow competitors would put in an extra one-quarter of a second in their work, to edge them out of their seats. It's like being shot with a 'You've warmed your seat, time to get out' bullet. They immediately get edgy and start to put in a full minute of extra time into their work; causing a cumulative effect which sometimes tend to be not of a healthy cause.

Is it worth that time? The whole idea of having an education, a proper job, is to enjoy life. Now, hold your horsies, I'm not a hedonist, but indeed there has been a need to balance work and play. Yes, I know I've been self-gratifying and procrastinating, but even I know it's time to work hard and put my heart and soul into things.

Now, calm down, take a good look at the open, starless night sky of gloomy ol' Singapore. Down some spirits, they are superb relaxants, opening the windows to your soul - not in the drunk context, mind you! Have a good talk with a friend, play a song or two, but for Pete's sake, get off doing that damned 'work', whatever you're doing. Please, sometimes I even wonder the reason why I try to relax so much is actually to relax for other people around me. (Hah, wonder, yet invalid excuse, no?) Nevertheless, I'm not going to get myself involved in this city's race for glory. Ever wonder why Japan's teen suicide rates are so high? (Of course, my dear readers, you would all have known about this because you've been reading newspaper in order to broaden your knowledge so that you all can write wonderful and insightful GP essays, right?)

Not to mention I have 3 hours worth of break tomorrow because Ms. Fernandez will be going off to SYF. Epic woots for me! Maybe I should call Gabriel(la) to bring a soccer ball then we'll kick off again. Oh, I met Erwin and a girl called Amanda on the bus 12 ride home today. I kinda messed with him, gave him the "Eh, whatcha staring at? I don't know you" look. His initial reaction was seriously funny. He's got the W-T-F written all over his face. Being serious and proper, I went over to introduce myself to him and Amanda. Talked about how his Poly life was, and how my JC life was. Y'know, to me, Irwin's really this Über nice guy, albeit on a more childlike - almost gullible - side. After he left the bus, I went to his friend and said hi. Although we've never known each other, we kinda struck a conversation. What hit me was how free Poly students can dress themselves, this girl had an awesomely cool ornament thingy on her right hand.

Imagine that. Wearing a kimono to school everday, in grass slippers, carrying around a sakabato and having a cross scar on the left cheek. Couple that with velvety crimson hair, tied in two tails, flowing down the neck.

Joy. Bliss. Love.

But then, let's step down to Earth. You're in Tampines Junior College. The enemy is not the college, not Pika(Helen)choo, not tutorials, not that freakin' irritating bastard next block, but yourself.

Yes, you must defeat Jovi. Defeat yourself to progress, and to progress, I must. No, I am not self-defeating, but to overcome all my negative flaws, then will I be able to soar.

Self-motivation, much? Okay, am off to do my Chinese (Yes, Chinese!) homework. Notice I only do homework and not tutorials. Tutorials = not meant to be done. Homework = not meant to be done but only done so because...
1) compelled to do, that is, directly affects end of years. That is, project work and chinese. No, I don't care about that 10% PAP bullshit.
2) the teacher is not a force to be reckoned with. That is, our lovable English Literature, Miss Claudine Fernandez Jean.

Motivated Jovi bids y'all farewell, best of luck for all your endeavors and blessings for a good day! And may the metal be with you. \m/

A Margarita. Notice the lacing of salt along the Margaritas Glass. This is to facilitate drinking it using the 'shotgun' method.





















A Bijou Cocktail - pousse-cafe style. It uses the Pousse-cafe Glass, which of course, is traditionally used for spirits served in the pousse-cafe style. The non-pousse-cafe version is known as Amber Dream.

Picture removed due to some weird glitch.

A Side Car. Served with a cocktail glass.















A Demeter Sheyanne. It's actually known as Chayenne, but since Sheyanne sounds nicer than Chayenne, I'll just take liberties.


||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:01 PM]*

It is said then when Elza was shot by Sturm, Mond and Stern shed a piece of themselves and formed two crystal droplets.

These very droplets became infused with the spirit of Eliza and formed the 28th true rune: Elza's Tears.

Elza chose Mond and Clive chose Stern.

Howling Voice, shadow upon the ground!
Howling Voice, flash of thunder from the gods!
Cursed voice that seperates Life from Death!
Right here, right now, these Guns want to shed blood!
They want to feast on souls!
Listen, you cursed Guns!
We are it!
The final blast to signal war!

Clive shot Elza; Mond wasn't loaded at all.

'Twas a tragic event, one that brings the greatest of Man to tears, the staunchest of warriors to writhe and for even the most famed priest could not bring to life.

Really, even though only a mere sidequest, this Howling Voice addition is really sweet. Elza... the beautiful rogue - knight-class gunner - a fugitive. A twist of fate, perhaps? Into the lives of Elza and Clive. Wonder how that sort of brings me to reminiscence about the past.

Argh I really need Time Stopper. Chronosphere now please.

A thousand sighs couldn't convey, in the time of a single drop of a maple leaf, the sorrow in my heart.

Worst of all, I broke my high E string with an insane bend! Trying to reach that perfect sound then tried to do a vibrato; it went 'twaang'. Like they say, only an angel dare tread on thin ice. Or was it? I forgot, anyways for some reason, I'm really sleepy tonight.

I intrude on spaces you left behind, creeping up onto you like a spook hidden deep down under that closet full of skeletons. You try to assuage the malefice in me; no, didn't even try. Hold on together, it's now or never. Why can't the night last forever? We'll be in heaven tonight.

See? I'm really typing nonsense now, I'm out of my mind for the moment. So bored, so bored, I left Leslie, Jon and Dominiguez them to die. I don't know, I was extremely tempted to altQ_Q.

Ok and I'm starting to worry for my electric guitar, she's dying. The pick ups and bridge are rusting, the fretboard is dirty and the neck is slightly arched. No, I take care of her very well, mind you. But wear and tear will be inevitable... So I guess I'd spend more time... Hence I'd need Park's help to get strings. Lazy to go Uncle Sam's place. And I'm really REALLY drifting off topic.

So I guess I'll end now. 1am sharp, sayonara!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:29 PM]*

I'll keep this short, it's almost 10pm and I still haven't started my Chemistry/Lit revisions. Already flunked my Physics mid-term.

TPGE got a Silver for SYF, and although the results should be much better, I won't elaborate much, I don't think it's time to be moping and doping. They've done well, played good music and really let go. Like they say, regardless of results, we're all proud of TPGE and will still love 'em. It's really heart-wrenching to see them grapple with the results, even though I was outside the theatre taking care of guitars and bags. But I'm glad we pulled through as a team and let's give the champions a round of standing ovation.

Oh and did I mention that I'm extremely, extremely cranky today? Partially because of the biased/nonsensical results, and because of a lack of sleep, lack of willingness to slay homejoy and lack of motivation. Got a slight hangover and immediately went to play DotA with Jon, you can ask him how crapped up I was. The limit's really over when Yu Wei called me.

*Handphone rings in middle of game, got really frustrated and picked it up.*
'Hey, what are the results for TPGE?' - Yu Wei
'Silver.'
'Do we have guitar ensemble tomorrow?' - Yu Wei
'You're asking a bloody stupid question, of course we do.'
'What time is it?' - Yu Wei
'The freaking usual time, are you stupid?'
'[I phrased it in proper english]You're such a sucker, go eat shi-'

And before he was done, I hung up. Then I proceed to play DotA in peace and in the end, of course, won the match despite of countless retards online. Reflection, in deep reflection. Seriously.

Oh and Ozzy/Randy/Black Sabbath are really good. Their hit singles, that is.

Long PS.

I didn't really got the mood to study for mid-terms, because of today's events. It led to melancholic depression, lol. It's just... argh. Sometimes I just wanna use the over-used and sometimes over-abused phrase: "God, [someone] give me strength". It can be read in two meanings, and it's really open for intepretation.

Which leads me to say, heck, I think my inner-self is sadistic or what, but I play the guitar more precise, faster and shredder-er when I'm slightly in 'melancholic depression' mode. Perhaps that's why and how Jimi Hendrix came up with Purple Haze! LSD much? xD

Anyway, I think I need some form of... refreshments or whatever you call it soon.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:35 PM]*

A tiny vial, filled with a mysterious water which has sparkled through the darkness of time and withstood the challenge of the elements. Although modest in size, the aura of sparkling light it exudes brings awe.

'Tip-tap-tip-tap' goes the sound of crystal clear droplets of water falling from a nearby stalactite, allowing the droplets to percolate the moist, damp air and form puddles of water on the calcareous earth.

The vines of life that have crawled upon the mossy stones for aeons herald the coming of the Chosen One, he who will come and amass a company of 108 heroes. There stood the tiny vial, innocuously waiting, as if biding for time, for the right person to hold up the vial and with courage and strength, bring back light to this land of gloom.

The pale moonlight shone through porous cave and mischievously played around with the sanity of old forgotten minds. The lost souls shattered the serenity with a shrill, deafening scream of silence. Forever waiting, in total damnation and curse, for the Saviour to come and free their tormented existence. So full of malice and hatred, oh, who will come to convert these forgotten souls to redeem their damned lives?

A drop of silence fell upon the vial and there shone a wonderful kaleidoscopic ray of light - the ray of hope. A rainbow shone out of the vial and a shadow approaches. It is time.

--

Well, the birthday celebration party was not-too-bad, but I hadn't have the opportunity to invite many a people. Only Jon stayed over to eat and game, and Henry had to go and send Ying Lin home. His parents didn't allow him to stay over either, so it's just left with me and Jon and Jon forgot to bring his laptop and we couldn't marathon. I think they busted like 15 bottles of Heineken and Carlsberg - both beers that aren't suited to my taste - and we took like one and a half? Personally, I didn't drink much because the taste of beer sucks. That said, Heineken is still better than Carlsberg. I actually intended for Henry to help us get some appertif, a la Breezers or AKA fruit juices. But he couldn't make it so. I can't believe I woke up at 12 though, I still had to make some refinements to my final PI draft and had to study for sooo many mid-term assignments. Heck, it's 3 and I haven't started yet. Goodness gracious let the lord stop this evil and sinful procrastination!

Oh and Clement turned up at TPJC to have some spar practise with Samuel and Marcus, and he's grown buffer a lot! Now he really looks like a professional fighter; he used to be so short last time that I believe none can take him seriously. Now he's a lot more stout, almost like a dwarf. Nah, he's not even close to Gimli's standards yet. A far cry. :D

Animes, animes and more animes. Mangas, mangas and more mangas. Blehh, it's time to get a new gaming PC. An unstoppable juggernaut that can rip through the shadows and textures of Crysis, the demanding visuals of Diablo III and the sheer damage over 9000 numbers of Zerglings that can cause to your system.

That said, it's finally time: To do homework. Hasta la vista, people!

Zerg Rush in disguise.

Zerg Rush in actuality.

















I really miss WoW.




||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [2:40 PM]*

Greetings to one and all and blessings for a good weekend.

It has been a tiring week and day by day, I'm increasingly motivated to excel in my studies, be it internal or external motivations, in some way or another, I truly thank all of you; even those who encouraged me without knowing they actually did so.

First of all, 3.141592654 has generally been successful, just handed in mine together and I still don't know why so many people dislike Project Work. It suits me well since it doesn't require any for of memorising any content, more of an impromtu project that requires my creativity; an area I suppose I am strong in. Well, I do hope we can bring down MJC's epic-cheat 96% distinctions. :D

Was with Tampines Guitar Ensemble during their SYF full-dress rehearsal with ACJC, SAC, CCHMS and a few other schools which I have forgotten. So, along with GRM, we're stationed as venue officers. But in the end, we came on and help out the ushers and the saikang warriors - those who involved in logistics. But TPGE's performance is near flawless - as biased as my account may seemed - and the standard is really one that is worthy of the gold with honours. Hah, biased or not, they're just that damn good. And the SRJC's conductor freaks me out still. (Oh yeah, there's SRJC.) Something saddens me though, Elizabeth won't be able to play in SYF due to... really crappy reasons. I give kudos to her for being so strong-willed and still wanted to stay in the tuning room even though she can't play. Makes me sad too, imagining what it would be like to be denied such a thing. Sigh, this is depressing indeed, so let's move on to something lighter.

To make fun of me, I would guess, haha. Yes, I checked the portal for announcements but something weird happened: there were none, so I took my guitar, towel and other accessories thinking that there will be practise today, but NO. No one in the ensemble brought their guitar and I walked to some friends and they all said there was no practise today. I guess I'm half-happy and half-sad. Sad, obviously why, but happy because good thing comes to those who wait in patience and after every misfortune is bigger fortune. It's been a long long while since I was able to go home early and that really made me feel refreshed. Heck, I even asked 4C dudes to go pool with me, but sadly, all of 'em have lessons.

But who turned up in the end, most surprisingly, was Shaun! Yep, so we went to play pool and I was really out of touch. In the end, I managed to get back the feel of pool and Shaun seemed to lose concentration. It was fun to really 'pok' some balls. The following events were really weird though, it almost seemed like Shaun had nothing better to do. He accompanied me to get my glasses done, then we talked while loitering around in Parkway, and even went to shop for clothes, jeans and shoes! I think it's one of the first few times that I've shopped with someone - no, that I've actually shopped. I assure you though, it's nothing yaoi-ish even though that thought had been frequently transplanted into my mind. No I'm not gay.

He even came to my house for some friendly 1v1 DotA, good ol' days. Hey, his Sniper won my Storm, so I guess he's pretty trained up with AIs, haha! But yeah, it's cool to have accompany some time and to have a friend to play with, it's been a long time, yeah? (Oh, Shaun also claimed to prefer pictures than to walls of text in my blog.)

Oh, and I've been swarmed with lots of mangas these few days, they're really awesome stuff. Kaori Yuki draws those bishies and lolitas really well, of course, some to my liking. :p
I can't really believe Godchild though, it's really 'extreme' shoujo-ish. Can you imagine? Bishies and lolitas, in a Greek-Vatican-Ye Olde Britain context, with an awesomely cool Tarot Card-based baddie group and worst(best) of all, they're all yaoi and BDSM filled! (No sexual content, of course! It's just *sliiiightly* hinted.)

I'll keep this short though, because I've a full-length literature essay to churn up and there are extra literature lessons tomorrow, on a freakin' Saturday, at 9am. Off to work-work!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:05 PM]*

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:29 PM]*

Ciaossu! It's been a long, long time since I last posted. So many things happened, I can't really keep track of each and everyone on of 'em. Most notably, the 4C/Brothers gathering was a success. Had lots of fun eating, drinking and messing around. Of course, the person that we all messed around with was Kai Wei, having him to hit 41 twice on 'Ultimate Number' (Lost in translation) and having him eat his worst nemesis: The Wasabehehe. I think YY's blog has the clip of Kai Wei and his face going omgwtfbbq when he ate Wasabehehe. So yeah, head over to his blog to see Kai Wei in true agony! But seriously, we didn't take the first time he ate the Wasabeheheh, which was much worse than what he did on take two.

For some reason, my anime list just doubled. I haven't finished last season's animes and now the new season animes are beckoning me to marathon them already. Of course, Manga's pretty good stuff too. The only reason why I'd do manga is that I don't need to download them. But the only downfall is that Manga don't have seiyuus and the action/battle scenes are really confusing. Some Manga I've completed: Liar Game, Reborn and Rurouni Kenshin. I intend to finish Hellsing and Inuyasha during June holidays because they have over 9000 episodes.

Regarding school life... How to say, I still haven't done any maths/science tutorials. It's really boring and, to tell you the truth, I don't really know how to do them. xD Going to train harder for June's Esplanade concert. Oh and VJC will be having their choir concert at the Esplanade this Thursday. Yi Qian's selling tickets at $20. But 7pm... It's a bit too far and late for me. Darn. Oh and surprisingly, with so many sub-passes, I didn't get into STARS. Whoopie me, (bad) luck is really on my side... kamo.

Recently, Henry got my blood firing again. We played Diablo II: Lord of Destruction all over again! Heck, it's in good ancitipation of Diablo III: The Long Awaited Badarse. TumeniSparks: Lightning sorceress. It's a double pun if you can get it. It's a pun on Steve Morse's Tumeni Notes and the pronunciation of 'tumeni' and 'toomany'. Hence, TumeniSparks the Lightning Sorceress. Since the matter about Henry and Ying Lin is blown over anyway, I realised how fitting their names were: YingJun and HenRin, coincidentally Henry's B.net account name. (Don't mind if I post 'em here, aye? Sounds cute. ;))

Anywho, I just realised I have to hand up my 3.141592654 tomorrow, courtesy of Xue Fang. But I'm still going to play Diablo with Henry later, bwahaha. Oh and DragonForce are still as awesome. But... it feels like they more they expand their status, they more they sucked. Valley Of The Damned and Sonic Firestorms are splendid albums, and Inhumane Rampage is really awesome too. Ultra Beatdown is just, well, an ultra beatdown on my hopes for them. Notice: They are the first metal band I've listened to. Don't count Queen's We Will Rock You and Deep Purple's Smoke On Water, they're just everywhere! (I'm beginning to like Heroes Of Our Time, although it's cheese. Hey, DragonForce IS cheese.) Cameron said that DragonForce concert was good. I was slightly skeptical, but yeah, I'd go if they came again. Cheers. PS: DragonForce's Last Journey Home music video is just freaking barbecue.

Well, here are some pictures from the gatherings. I can't post everything. Oh and I think I'll do some reposts.

When you're as good as me in DotA, you can have multiple Chronospheres.

Lord Of The Rings, anyone?

Peon Power!

Gathering
















||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:20 PM]*

I offed all the lights in the living room, leaving myself in utter darkness. I was the only one at home, there was nothing to do; life without or with school is just the same to me: total boredom. I felt a surge of emotions and was compelled to plug it in.

There was feedback; it ravaged through the darkness and ruptured itself into the bitter silence. What was bestowed to me was an utterly wondrous sight. Like I said a few posts before, it is really these apparently minute things in life that I pay attention to; perhaps something you don't see everyday and is aesthetically or spiritually beautiful.

So, even though I was still in semi-pitch black darkness, I could see make out something... There it was, my router, flashing with activity; 4 green dots and 1 flashing orange dot. Both my speakers and PC 'on' button shone with a jade green colour. The external Soundblaster quietly sitting on the edge was a mix of teal and turqoise blue. Diamondback resplendent a deep Viper green. Finally, to add to the concerted magic, the Laney shone a sea blue spotlight over the floor. Imagine, holding up a musical instrument with these 'spotlights' shining on you. It may be flickering, but it's still there. Waiting and waiting for me.

I strum an A Minor. I don't know why, I just did that. Felt very magical for that first special moment. :) Oh and I tried to do Ritchie Blackmoore's Burn solo. What's amazing is that although it's not too technically oriented, it does have some feel too. Feel in simplicity, musicality in feel; translates into a classic song that transcends time and space.

That's what people say, and it's up to you to believe in them, they say, yes, that the woman is damned and she makes you burn with a wave of her hand.

And I just regretted going to TPJC. Compounded regretment. I heard Sony's sponsoring NYP with several PS2 and PS3 designing kits that can be used to elevate students' chances of getting recruited as professionals as they now have more design-related aid. Furthermore, students can go on internship in Tokyo, Japan. Now... what am I still doing in TPJC, studying retarded subjects which have no absolute relevance to my life? As Adeline says it, no choice. We'll have to own the system before it can own us.

The city's ablaze, the town's on fire. Human flames are reaching higher and we were the fools, we called her liar!

Semi-conscious, partially visible, fully incomprehensible. It's time... I've to go to the Other Side once again. To rendezvous with my inner self. To gain comprehension to life's meaning and to obtain knowledge. Yes, I think I must do that before I become once again the cynical self who sees the world with jaded eyes. It stills your heart and freezes your soul. Ahh, that feeling of purple haze, please, 'scuse me, while I kiss the skies. I really have to do that, yeah? ^^

Oh and it's extremely funny listening to Jon and YY play DotA over Skype. All that vulgarities and how they scream is just so freaking funny. I decided to sit one out after being bored of DotA; afterall, it's just a stupid game that is overrated beyond yonder.

Bartender is superbly awesome. The anime is better than the manga, seriously. Sasakura-kun is also damn freaking cute!! xD Yes, catch the anime now! It's the anime that caught me up onto spirits and alcohol. But the plot and character development is awesome. Just don't be sad when the season ends. It kinda ended prematurely. ):

Argh if only I could sip down a Black Velvet now... Oh that reminds me of doing Chemistry - pousse-cafe style. I sorta ended up with 3 layers while mixing around chemicals during practical which resulted in a really beautiful white-brown-purple layered mix. Kinda looks like some spirits too, smooth complexion and rich texture. Haha, all this talk about alcohol and spirits. Damnit, I can't wait for next year to come. Then I'll be enjoying myself in bars around Singapore! Bwahahaha!

You know we had no time, we couldn't even try...

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [11:54 PM]*

Gosh, I marathoned myself to chapter 181 of RuroKen in the manga. Guessed I've screwed up my eyesight a lot worse than I thought; it's like using the Hiten Mitsurugi Style. Hahaha, but yeah, I'll have to stop now and pick up the guitar.

Train for Esplanade Panorama! Gogo!

By the way, it was hard putting down RuroKen, it's such an awesome and compelling manga. A classic piece of art. =)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:55 PM]*

Ciaossu! And you know it's the trademark greetings from one of the seven cursed Arcobaleno. Some say he's cute, some say he's insanely, unrealistically strong and some say he's plain retarded. I concur with all three, actually. So I've finished reading Katekyo Hitman Reborn a couple of weeks ago and so to say, it's one of the better Shaman King-esque, League-fighting style of anime/manga. Yes, I've been reading mangas nowadays since downloading and watching anime require far more time. Although I may want to dedicate my June holidays to marathoning KHB and RuroKen. KHB, for one, is the sort of useless-turned-leader, everyone-becomes-stronger-over-time sort of manga. Basically, it's exactly like Shaman King. I know this sounds stupid, but my favourite character's actually everyone character in the manga. Well, almost. I didn't like Gianini because he's weird AND useless. He's just used as a plot filler. Even Spanner's has more depth than Gianini. The good guys are cool. The bad guys are even cooler. If I really had to pick, my favourites will be the same as YOUR favourites when you've watched or read KHB. Obviously, they are: Chrome/Mukuro Dokuro-sama and Kyouya Hibari-sama. Dino, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Dying Will Tsuna and Mr. Extreme are really cool too.

The characters' depth and feelings really justify the use of long chapters. The first few episodes are bullshittingly-funny. Yeah, it's so stupid you just laugh. (I won't introduce spoilers here. *Cough*) Chrome, is just the bestest best female character in the series. She's one of the, obviously, prettiest female in the series. Of course, I would attribute it to the slightly emo-innocent look and the mini-skirt. Nevertheless, her character is developed in the arc where... Shit, I can't say because it's really spoiling the series. Okay, let's just say she's pretty ownage too. Plus, the idea of HibarixChrome and MukuroxChrome is really awesome. Hehehe. Oh, and remind me to slaughter those freaking perverted Japanese for trying to do fanservice with Chrome-sama. It's BLASPHEMY. I mean, she's the sort of character that doesn't need to be fanservicified to bring out her beauty. Just like Kaoru, y'know? But they just had to put some 'Japanese' stuff on her. Blergh, it's freaking blasphemy I tell you.

Okay! Hibari and Mukumuku don't need to be further elaborated. Just look at their faces, their personality and you'll know why. If you don't, I'll bite you to death. If you form gatherings, I'll bite you to death. If you bring sakura for me, I'll bite you to death. , I'll bite you to death.

*Warning, spoilers.*
Now, for the other side of the card. Firstly, the Varia. Xanxus, Squalo and Bel are worth mentioning. Gosh, Belphegor is so freaking cool with that knives-steel-string tactic he uses. I'm a sucker for these 'genius' characters. >_> Xansus is the boss, who kills in a flick of a finger. His box weapon is a Tiger-Lion hybrid. 'Nuff said. Oh and Bel's twin brother uses bats too. I guess it's worth mentioning, but I don't like his hairstyle. xD Squalo rhymes with Squall, is the 'master' of Yamamoto and uses a Katar-style Katana. He's got the shark weapon. Speaking of weapons, Gokudera's weapon is one of my favourites. It's a cute l'il neko-chan. xD (The rest of the Varia are either sexually-disorientated, retarded robots, or stupid Leviathans. I don't like Mammon for what he did to Chrome-sama. Hmph.)

The Millefiore now. I don't like Byakuran. I like Uni. Well, once you read that arc, you'll know why. Plus Uni (her mother) and Gamma had such a cute relationship! Rasiel's box weapon is worth mentioning, but other than that, I only like Uni and Gamma in Millefoire. Well, you can count Spanner in too.

Well, like I said, it's a battle-royale, league-style of fighting, almost similar to Shaman King. But no one can take the ever-so-cute Yoh and Anna's places in my heart! Maybe Chrome can. Seriously, be extremely disappointed with KHB's main female protagonist. Well, she's not very much featured over Lal Mirch and Chrome, but the main male protagonist has a crush on her and she's the reason why he pushes himself so hard just to protect her and that sort of cliche stuff. But yeah, she's basically a bimbo, stupid, and useless. Lal Mirch and Chrome totally own her.

Then I'm starting on another manga. A classic, extremely ownage piece, too! Yes, it is Rurouni Kenshin. I've watched a few episodes of the anime and heck, the OP and ED are stuck to my head now. (I've watched RuroKen when I was in primary school. I remember purposely waking up at 6am before school so I can catch RuroKen before going to school. <3) So yeah, I think RuroKen doesn't deserve any less introduction from me. If you claim yourself to be an otaku and don't know nuts about RuroKen, then I advise you to watch/read it. Or I'll bite you to death.

Some animes that you cannot NOT miss as an otaku: RuroKen, MelancholyOfYukiNagatoHaruhiSuzumiya, Natsume Youjin-cho and, for the sake of all you mecha-lovers out there, Gundamn. Of course, this list is inunimpossiblyexhaustible. There's always the Western people loving Trigun, Bebop and Hellsing. Please, for the sake of Pete and the love of God, don't include Naruto, Bleach and D.Gray-Man. Maybe it's just me being biased, but they're like DragonForce-turned-Mainstream kind of stuff.

Speaking of DragonForce, I've really listened to their previous work, not that Ultra Wankdown shit. Heck, they're working their magic well; I'm totally augmented by the insane trutru aura. I feel so... uplifted and happy now, power metal's really a good dose of medicine. Valley Of The Damn, Sonic Firestorm and Inhumane Rampage are, of course, far far better than the mainstrean Ultra Wankdown. It's so depressing to see DragonForce succumb to mainstream... It can make me cry.

Okay, I've talked for long, and I'll come to a conclusion soon. For I need to read more RuroKen!! :D Yeah, I need to dedicate time for guitar practise too: I want to join the main guitar ensemble for the Esplanada Panorama concert! Yey and go me!

Ciaossu and dada!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:27 PM]*

Thursday, April 2, 2009 -
Neko. CV. :

Sorry for the rather emo-post. I just had to give a ranting. After trying so hard to come out of my shell, I got hurt again. Y'know, sometimes it really does hurt to know that you've been abandoned... Well, I'm fine again. Guess emotional periods come for guys too. xD

Anywho, it was pretty disturbing, sick images with the like of Saw kept flashing in my mind whenever I tried to sleep. I couldn't close my eyes last night. The slight feeling of going insane, perhaps? Maybe Edgar Allen Poe has mild insanity too, perhaps all poets do. Well, I don't know. Maybe I need some heart-to-heart talks. Maybe I need to find true friends. Maybe I just need a pat on the back, reaffirmation. I don't know, I was confused and lost just like the last time. It's not well to bottle everything up inside. Furthermore, it could just be an innocuous mistake or misunderstanding.

But I do admit that I'm cracking up. I let my guitar wail deep into the night, around 3am+? Then the water that falls on my guitar would play a steady tempo, and there was tranquility around. I didn't go for my tutorials or lectures today, my soul wandered aimlessly within the spiritual world, searching for an answer. I almost picked up a fight with a retard. Worst is that I even contemplated leaving JC to go to Poly or to just stop schooling. Because I remembered that the main reason why I entered JC was because you told me to work hard for the A's.

Oh well. I guess life's like that, you win some, you lose some. Won't be emo now, I've gotten over my period. :)

PS. Don't let anyone know what's in my mind, okay? ^^

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:18 PM]*

Saturday, March 28, 2009 -
Continuation. :

On a much lighter note, a sudden ignition of my love for Rurouni Kenshin. I suddenly feel compelled by a mysterious force to listen to all of the Rurouni Kenshin OPs and EDs. And wistfully became overwhelmed by sheer nostalgia and epic amounts of <3. I think Rurouni Kenshin is one of the first animes I've watched and Kenshin is, obviously, one of my favourite protagonist of all time! Perhaps Rurouni Kenshin is what made me like Bamboo Blade too... List of Rurouni Kenshin OPs and EDs. Courtesy of: http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/darkearth/666/kenshinsong.html
Opening Theme #1: Sobakasu - sung by Judy and Mary
Opening Theme #2: 1/2 - sung by Kawamoto Makoto
Opening Theme #3: Kimi Ni Fureru Dakede - sung by Curio
Ending Theme #1: Tactics - sung by Yellow Monkey (Episodes 1-12)
Ending Theme #2: Namida wa Shitteiru - sung by Suzukaze Mayo (Episodes 13-27)
Ending Theme #3: Heart of Sword - sung by T.M. Revolution (Episodes 28-38)
Ending Theme #4: Fourth Avenue Cafe - sung by L'arc en Ciel (Episodes 39-42)
Ending Theme #5: Heart of Sword by T.M. Revolution (reshown) (Episodes 43-49)
Ending Theme #6: It's Gonna Rain - sung by Bonnie Pink (Episodes 50-65)
Ending Theme #7: 1/3 no Junjou na Kanjou - sung by Siam Shade (Episodes 66-82)
Ending Theme #8: Dame - sung by Izumi You (Episodes 83-95)

Basically, almost all of the songs are Überly epic <3. Of course, a few songs like 'Heart of Sword', 'Sobakasu', '1/2', "It's Gonna Rain", "Fourth Avenue Cafe", "Dame", "Kimi Ni Fureru Dakede", "1/3 no Junjou na Kanjou", "Tactics" and "Namida wa Shitterui" are worth mentioning.
It broke my heart when I saw the ending seeing Sanosuke and Kenshin fight. And I think Rurouni Kenshin is one of the few animes where you love all the characters. I guess the conclusion is this: Rurouni Kenshin is one of the bestest best anime/manga around and it's over 9000 times better than Naruto/Bleach.

PS. Thanks to Liang Ying for introducing Sound Horizon to me. J-Pop band, and although is Pop-ish, I like the anime-style of their vocalist and the distorted guitar in the backgrounds ain't bad either! Check out Sound Horizon: Stardust.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:50 PM]*

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Oblitheque Insecurities. CIII. :

The mood of this post will be one of sombreness; perhaps slightly a bit off of the usual sort I would post. So I guess this will provide you with some insight into my thoughts and perhaps give you something to chew on. You would have thought about insecurities and all, perhaps one day, in which they will consume you thoroughly. Is there anyway to defeat all the uneasiness you feel at heart? Instead of feeling apathetic to one and others, you could perhaps solve this riddle by dwelving deep into thoughts. An identity crisis, perhaps? Or maybe the feeling of inferiority? A simple explanation of such would be this: Too much stress involved in all sides of your life. When the vectors of input far exceeds those of the output, one becomes indefinitely stressed; whereby each individual differs from another. Expectations, in live, in work, in relationships and in school. I would like to quote the Infernal Paradox, "If you fail in exams, it equates to fail in life". What we're working for now supposedly allows us to enjoy our lives. But if you think about it, the perpetual stress one faces daily in search of these 'perfections', is a far cry from 'enjoying one's life'. In work, you face pressure from your superior to complete assignments in time. You face pressure from your colleagues who are, in one way or another, superior to you. You're constantly trying to find an edge over this competitive era. Of course, one's not to blame for such in an Asia society, because we're constantly bombarded by forms of manipulation; success or failure, so it seems, will be etched to our minds. A classic example would be school work. Our parents want us to succeed in life. More often than not, it refers to being academically inclined and hence being studious would equate to succeeding. Thus, for the goodness of their children, parents inflict upon us expectations and perhaps dreams; Maybe they couldn't achieve what they want when they were once our age, so that they feel like perhaps, you should do certain things to rectify that. Perhaps, our parents are seeking escape in their children. Although not malignant, the effects caused by our parents', our peers' or even our own expectations and dreams may indirectly cause harm to our confidence, our self-esteem and our mind, body and soul.

Whenever you do something. Be it work, or play, you do it with a purpose. And when that purpose is not fulfilled at the end of duty, you will inevitably feel frustration. Depending again on person, this frustration level will vary. Different people have different way of dealing with this frustration. The frustration of not meeting up to the levels, not meeting up to the standards. There are, in general, two ways of releasing stress or frustration. One is the outwardly expressed, external propagation of negative emotion, which is an 'explosion'. The other one, in my opinion which is more degenerating and dangerous, is the inwards vacuum. This, I believe, is the one of the main factor of growing depression in people. This inwards vacuum, over time, becomes larger and larger, causing one to implode, thus its name being 'implosion'.

Implosion is slightly more destructive than explosion. With explosion, you take your negative feelings outwards, and release it to your surroundings, be it shouting across the ocean, or screaming expletives, or, in an extreme case, taking it out on a fellow human being. (Which is just wrong.) Implosion makes you bottle up your negative feelings. You feel inferior and depressed, sometimes. A loss of self-identity. Feeling as though you're missing somethings in life, or the route you've taken is wrong. Do you feel like inserting a memory card in your life and saving the 'game' before making crucial decisions during crossroads?

Nevertheless, I felt, in some point of my life, the exact same thing too. And that feeling lies dormant in everyone. There are so much you want to say, but due to your pride, you hold up feelings. So much that you trust yourself and only yourself. Heck, you don't even believe that the dead can be trusted because you're so cynical, so jaded. Held up inside a world, unable, or rather, unwilling to get out. Somehow, I could connect with you.

Sometimes, you feel that your position in the world is jeopardized by another being. In so, you may just start to feel insecure and inferior. Then, I feel that such theory which I've read in an article may actually help. This is not self-consolation, but a basis for living well. For instance, Tom is an amateur guitarist and he looks at Yngwie Malmsteen shred. He thinks that Yngwie Malmsteen is so awesome, and asks himself, "Why can't I be someone like him?" After that, he looks at Steven, who is lousier than him and say, "If Steven practises more, I'll bet he can kick my ass." Another person Jim, may look at Yngwie Malmsteen and say, "Hey, his picking technique is good. Maybe if I train and play like that, I may be better next time." Then he looks at Steven and say, "Even though he can shred more if he practises, I'll practise even more than him."

Although both Jim and Tom are in the same situation, Jim's upwards and downwards comparison is not as skewed as Tom's. Hence, in life, Jim will probably be happier and more successful than Tom. I believe the same can be applied to us so that we, as teenagers, can live a happier life.

So depending whether you're more into spirituality or religion, the 'faith' is of course, different. For those more into spirituality, one believes in the union of the soul, mind and body as one whole. For those into religion, I've heard someone tell me this before. "Since you can't actually see God, however, you can feel His prescence and because of this, religion is all about having undiminished faith." However, that person didn't convert me into Christianity, simply because my faith in God is not strong and I don't intend to enter religion half-heartedly. That's what I usually say when someone attempts conversion.
(If I dwelve more into this, it'll probably use up over 9000 words. Same with religion.)

After such a long post, there will be one thing to I will say to you, my readers. That is when faced with a situation, don't dwell too much on it. I will say, "Dilly dally, shilly shally."

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [3:12 PM]*

Thursday, March 26, 2009 -
Purpendicular. CII. :

When I see Deep Purple having so much fun, so much camaraderie on stage, I just feel like exploding with joy. Yes, the old ginger is still the spiciest. (姜还是老的辣。) This is why I'd always preferred Steve to Ritchie; the band seems to be happier with Steve. The synchronised headbang with Roger Glover in Highway Star, the singing with Ian Gillan and the frequent duels with Jon Lord. One of my life's greatest regrets is not to see Jon Lord in action before. (Of course, there's not much I can do about it. It's like how much I'd like to see Jimi Hendrix or Rising Force live.) Nevertheless, it's heartwarming to see how the band has grown through the ages. And they still have their charm! Good ol' Roger with his bandanna, Steve with an awesome personality, Gillan with his go-for-broke singing (although his voice is not perfect now, he still sings to his best every concert and cheers for that!), Lord's fantastic organ magic and Paice's fantastic drum beats. Gosh, I just love Deep Purple.

Oh and I suddenly got surprised by what Helen Choo said today. She said something like, "If you don't use your brain, you're going to be stupid." So reflecting on what she said... I still don't intend to work extremely hard. Just slightly harder, I guess. It ain't what I like, but as someone would say, I'll have to get my priorities right. Got 'em right I have! But it's still Guitar Ensemble > School. :)

Will try to post something longer next time, but I doubt anyone has time to read anymore... I guess that's all for now, will have to start to sight-read 'tao geys' very quickly now. Navaer!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:00 PM]*

Monday, March 23, 2009 -
Voodoo Chile In A Purple Haze. CI. :

Hey Joe, what's up? Live's been boring down 'ere the dullsville. It's back from the gatherings and outings, to Toilet Paper Junk Courtyard. But there's not all, is there? Of course it's not all! More will be to come, and more will come during every encounter and work.

Parties aside, inspiration, too shall come, I command thee. Did I not tell you, Joe, that I shot my woman down? I saw something pretty inspirational the other day? I was listening to Ozielzinho's modern shred magic one day... Around 5pm I reckon. Gosh, he's such a Megafather when it comes to modern shred, one of the best guitarists around, if I say so. I was listening to Wolverine 2.0 in particular and there was this extremely powerful sweep-shred lick that's awe-inspiring. Just then, I noticed something artistic.

I looked to the left, gazed out of the windows, and saw that the sky was in a brilliant hue of orange - burnt orange - in the skies. Then I turned right and looked out of the windows and saw that the sky, on the otherside, was shaded in a deep blue-purple.

Heh, imagine what I thought up of straight away? Deep Purple's Burn.

It's small things like these that make it wonderful to live. And to live is to enjoy. But c'mon now, Foxy Lady, I'm not an extremely sentimental person, if I say so myself.

There's a Fire in my bone! And for some reason, I knew that I flunked the math profiling test today; I didn't complete 4 questions out of 5. I'd rather do meth than math! This is slightly frustrating because this shows that I'm not so smart that I will pass even without studying. Meh, I deserve a STAR for failing that, I guess. I somehow, am concentrating on Guitar Ensemble a lot more than my studies. Been practising really hard on the electric - Canon Rock - and really trying hard to memorise the 'tau gey' on my fretboards with the classical. My poor acoustic's thrown to a side. ;_;

All Along The Watchtower, do you Hear My Train A Comin'? Because I'm now slightly more dedicated, meaning less lazy, to catch up on homework, skills and life. Shreddin' like the Machine Gun, baby! Am trying to master the guitar, while I start to worry about NS. Yes, the dreaded NS that will take up another two years of my life. I wonder if I'll crack under pressure so much that I'll re-enact my Counter-Strike Ownageness in real life. Hahahaha, then I'll paint a Red House! (No, I don't have violent tendencies. This is merely spoken in jest and shall not be taken seriously.) But I realise that I'm really not fit enough to go NS. Supposedly, I'm less fit than many, many people. Gosh, how embarrassing, it's time to do Kungfu Kid-style trainings.

Perhaps, just perhaps. Hmm...

There's so much to wish for, so much to do, yet so little...

Nope, I've gotten over the 没有意义 period already. 我已经找到了我人身的意义了! Or just maybe so for the time being. 意义, in my opinion, may just mean a sudden form of inspiration.

These little things, like I say, make my life more interesting y'know. Sometimes when you see me close my eyes, see me stone or doing something stupid. Excuse me, mind you, I'm always thinking! Maybe, something interesting happens? Or a phenomenon occurs. I look forward, yes sire. Next time you feel an aura of Purple Haze emitting from me, I guess I'll have to say...

Excuse me, while I kiss the sky!

PS. 101st post. For some reason, the number 101 always relate me to some sort of 101 things you need to know about something. Y'know, the sort of random quiz or random stuff you see around. Maybe I'll do something like that. Cheers. \m/.

PPS. It's depressing when you keep appearing offline. I'm bored, neko. ):

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:25 PM]*

Tuesday, March 17, 2009 -
Isle Of Artemis. C. :

AN: Congratulations. Sheyanne Rainstorm's blog has finally reached her first century post. Some posts were insightful, some were funny and some were even stupid or emotional. But I would like to thank all readers who've came along on this journey with me, for even the greatest writer is naught if there is no one to read his or her literature. A legend must be documented, scripted and recorded, otherwise it all turns to dust. So here's a big and warm thank you for reading and commenting on my blog!

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The monotonous ebb and flow of these waves, gently crashing and withdrawing from these sands of time. An endless eternity, it may seem, that I have been on this isle. The essence of time has been broken, there is no longer the existence of the Forth Dimension. The light seeped through the canopy of Armesvale trees and shone through the bottle of water, producing a beautiful sparkle. I grinned to myself and juggled the bottle.

"I wanted to be your daddy, your brother, your lover and your little boy..." I remembered saying this to her. A rainbow formed over the glass bottle, fading away the moment I try to reach for it. So mysterious... so elusive... yet still so elegant.

I stroll down the beach, in hopes of finding, even though as minute as it may be, some fragments of my dream. Shards of hope, my destiny, trailing alongside these white sands. The gentle waves lap at my feet, lulling me to enter the crystal clear abyss. I took yet another step into the pristine waters... and suddenly felt an emotion so strong that I nearly got bowled over.

The coldness of the water - or is it your feelings? - stung me deep into my bones. I knelt down into the waters, waist-deep, the surface reflecting a pitiful, self-effacing creature. Tears streak down my face, as I wallow in self-pity. Seconds turn to minutes and minutes into hours as I knelt motionlessly in the waters.

I felt... impending doom. Woke up.

Took a break, and in total sweat. I reached out for the fridge, and grabbed that sparkling bottle. Present with a cigarette on a hand and a glass of wine on another, how can I possibly resist?

I put the former down and took a sip of delicious wine.

Proceeded to my personal computer; my virtual home and listened, not to metal, but to Guns 'n Roses and Bon Jovi.

I wonder why...

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [5:16 PM]*

Monday, March 16, 2009 -
When A Blind Man Cries... Alone. XCIX. :

Being left alone, I began to ponder. Ponder about stuffs here and there, which made me slightly depressed, and some which made me smile. This time, I guess it's not the type of punk-emo type, but rather, the mellowing type of emo.

Yes, it's weird, but I like to categorize my emotions, mind you, it's called the feeling of sadness, and not stereotypical emoness.

Autumn.

Melancholy overtook me, the leaves fall with, shedding away memories of their former selfs, erasing away all passions which once they harboured.

(Well, Henry and I went to Standard, so I kinda lost inspiration here. Damn.)

Losing my depressed status = losing inspiration. So I guess next time I wanna find inspiration, the best thing is to fall in and out of love within a split second. That's the best way to get me real emo. xD

But, a tinge of depression stayed within the inner-most recesses of my mind. I'm seeking solace, seeking sanctuary. From who or what, I will not, or rather, cannot say.

When A Blind Man Cries, A Strange Kind Of Woman who wants to buy a Stairway To Heaven will Burn. The Seventh Sign has approached, and the Child In Time will enter into the Black Night. The Highway Star will be Lazy, riding on the Black Dog and creating Smoke On The Water. "Hey Joe," The Trooper said. "I heard you shot your woman down, I heard you shot your woman down now," he said. Joe replied, "Can I Play With Madness? Otherwise, get your Aces High and Run To The Hills!"

"We know we had no time... We couldn't even try... You know we had no tiiiiiiiime. Haaarr harr harr!" cried Roger Glover.

The Mistreated Liar couldn't get enough Arpeggios From Hell and thus picked up the High Tension Strings and began playing Tumeni Notes. I have a Fear Of The Dark when the Speed King got Hallowed By Thy Name. The Wrathchild, in a totally Strange World, was Running Free Where Eagle Dare and sought Sanctuary from the Phantom Of The Opera. Just before Two Minutes To Midnight, the Man On The Edge was Afraid To Shoot Strangers and, being in his Wasted Years, was told to Bring Your Daughter... To The Slaughter.

This shows us The Evil That Men Do and that you have to Be Quick Or Be Dead. The Sign Of The Cross appeared after Holy Smoke descended. However, the man shouted, "Heaven Can Wait!!" and in a flash, everything disappeared and The Clairvoyant appeared.

And I'm bored...

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:16 PM]*

Sunday, March 15, 2009 -
Paur En Menel. XCVII. :

"Where forth can one be of pure mind and soul? To be one with Nature, wallowing in greatness and fulfilling of purposes, then can one be truly free from sins of the World." - Anyone But Me.

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Lightning streaked across the cloudy skies. The full moon sinks into a sea of mist, clothing herself in an aura of darkness and shadowing her radiant glow. All seemed to be lost; there was no light, no hope. The young swordsman had to make a decision. And fast.

Rain started to pour down unrelentlessly on the dilapidated barn, drenching them in hopelessness. The situation seemed bleak for him. There was no one he could turn to, they were either dead or petrified. No one could, or would, help him. An 850,000 Eralds bounty was placed on his head by the Enthorharians.

The fire wouldn't start. Everything was drenched in the cold rain. The rain soaked through his tunic, and into his bones. It chilled him, but not as much as seeing Esclaire hurt. She laid unconsciously beside him, on a pile of soaked hay. Her delicate and pale face didn't show her pain, instead, she seemed to be in serenity. Away from troubles. Her blonde, silky hair flowed from her head to her waist, a child in time. Worn around her neck, the purest gem of all, which can only past compare to her beauty, the Arfindel, sparkled with a brilliant hue of turqoise as the pale moonlight shone through it.

Chevaloire stood upright against a pillar with Azzurro in arms, always seemingly to be in deep thought. The rain swept his disheveled hair across his face, veiling his beautiful cyan eyes. With a soft 'hmph', he turned his sight away from Raffaeyl. No one could make out if it was tears or the rain on Raffaeyl's face. The silhouette of a bent person stretched over the barn, someone was hoping against hope and praying, for that one day, perhaps peace will return.

There was a sudden clanking of armour, which disrupted the stillness of the barn. As though the fragile equilibrium of nature has been breached, Chevaloire picked up Azzurro and swiftly jumped in front of Raffaeyl and Esclaire, en garde. The previous battle since escaping Reimund Forts had left Raffaeyl too weary and tired - both emotionally and physically - to enter combat again.

The clanking of armour sounded harsher and closer, there was no escape for the outlaws. No soon than later, there was silence. Unnerving silence.

"Hear me, you dastardly outlaws! I, Rudy Vanqueiz, shall bring glory to the 7th Phalanx Unit by apprehending all of you and presenting your heads to the King of Enthorhar!" bellowed a full-suited lancer on a grey stead. He jumped down of his stead swiftly and pointed his spear at Chevaloire.

"Charge, my men! For glory!" He commanded as nearly thirty pikemen charged towards the barn. They were clad with armours and weapons superior to the standard Euthorharian infantry and moved in a formation much organised. However, Chevaloire didn't flinch. Nor did he bat a single eyelid, for fear was not in him. He took a giant leap and swung Azzurro right in the middle of the thirty-strong, causing a massive shockwave and incapacitating nearly one-third of the unit in just one blow. Now, fear was not with him, but was struck on his foes.

Chevaloire's movements were smooth like water, yet as strong as the tides. With every ebb and flow of Azzurro, the enemy ranks were cut down to a smaller size. Spears were broken and armours shattered. Now, only several pikemen stayed but Chevaloire didn't even showed signs of fatigue. Not a single bead of sweat dripped down his crystalline face. A smirk on his face, he challenged the band's leader to a duel while the rest of the unit retreated.

Obviously frustrated at his subordinate's failure to capture the outlaws, Rudy Vanquiez was further aggravated by his foe's challenge.

"Incompetent fools! Very well, I shall take up your challenge!"

And as forceful and swift as lightning, Rudy closed the gap between him and Chevaloire in just a fraction of a second and started his assault. His spear, Titan's Revenge, clashed against Chevaloire's Azzurro. Rudy's series of thrusts were effortlessly parried by Chevaloire's masterful control of Azzurro. However, Rudy's compounding attacks meant that Chevaloire had to be on the defensive and couldn't attack until he had found an opening. As though possessed by a demon, Rudy suddenly spun into a feverish whirldwind, twisting through wood and hay alike, with Titan's Revenge cutting through everything in its path.

Chevaloire leapt upwards and with both hands on the grip of Azzurro, slammed downwards into the eye of the hurricane. The force of the attack was akin to gravity's pull of a thousand tonnes of water on Rudy. The whirldwind was broken and Rudy was heavily battered. His breathing became short and irregular. There was a dent on his cuirass and anger was burning in his eyes. Encouraging every inch of strength left in him, he started to chant and an insignia was formed underneath him.

"Rai Ex Lei Fulguraria!" he chanted as he channelled energy into Titan's Revenge, which began to shake with an aura of lightning blue. It was as though Zeus himself was infuriated. Thunder boomed loudly overhead.

"Ensui Quasiaqua!" Chevaloire chanted as he took Azzurro and leapt towards Rudy. Azzurro radiated with a wavy blue and both sword and swordsman moved so fast that it seemed as though a gigantic tsunami had been summoned. The ground shook as Chevaloire closed in. The skies boomed as Rudy aimed the spear.

"Ferulstorm!" - "Arulsfiean!" They both shouted simultaneously.

Seven bolts of lightning materialised on the tip of Titan's Revenge and flashed towards Chevaloire. In a split second, Chevaloire twisted in mid-air, dodging the missles of lightning like how a butterfly escapes from the tangling spiderweb, and drawn the power of water against Rudy. A gush of the Tide disarmed Rudy and made him imbalanced. The Titan's Revenge spiralled upwards to the sky; this was the opening he needed.

Chevaloire took the opportunity, took a step and sprung across Rudy, thrusting Azzurro through Rudy. The Titan's Revenge fell and embedded itself into the ground.

"Im-impossi..ble..." groaned Rudy as he fell to his knees, his golden burgonet and his cuirass splitted into half, by the sheer pressure of water. Although he seemed to have only suffered minor abrasions and cuts on the surface, Rudy's organs have been ruptured by Chevaloire's blade, resulting in the Captain's death. Had Chevaloire wanted to dishonor his opponent, he could've added more force in his attack, in result which would make his advisary implode violently upon impact, adding a bloody finish to his artistically beautiful style. The rest of the Phalanx Unit, without their leader, dropped their weapons and fled from the outlaws.

Chevaloire headed back to Esclaire and Raffaeyl and said calmly, "This place is no longer safe. Let us move onwards."

With that, Raffaeyl carried Esclaire with his arms and the trio left the barn.

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AN: I wasn't too deliberate about the characters, not much backstory nor characterisation was given, I guess. Just to help with the visualisations, I'll give a few physical measurements. The rest will be up to the readers' imagination. :)

Raffaeyl: 177cm. 68kg. Slightly tanned skin with shoulder-length hair.

Esclaire: 168cm. 62kg. Fair skin with waist-long hair. Carries Arfindel, a turqoise gemstone around the size of an eye. Held on by a silvery chain.

Chevaloire: 182cm. 74kg. Balance of fair and white skin with torso-length hair. (In a sense he's fair, but not to the extend of feminine fairness.) Carries Azzurro, a metr long dual-wielded claymore. Has insignias on its light-blueish scabbard, and the grip is made of leather. Has a cross hilt. The blade is wide and blue-tinted with a faint hint of silver. Has six Coral runes on its blade.

Rudy: 185cm. 80kg. Tanner than Raffaeyl. Hair can't be seen due to his armour. After the battle, it is revealed that he has short, blonde hair. Carries Titan's Revenge, a 2.1 metr long spear, is a forked medieval spearaxe. Tinted golden yellow.

That will be all for now, have Physics lessons tomorrow. Sigh, the 1 hour long lessons, which I probably won't even pay attention to, requires a 2 hour long bus ride, to and fro. And recently life hasn't been really graceful with me... Not emo, but just slightly melancholically depressed to write fiction. I guess that'll be all for now, navaer!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:04 PM]*

Saturday, March 14, 2009 -
Hands Without Shadow. XCVI. :

The legendary 无影手: Michelle Angelo Bae Dio.

Wasn't that completely random? :D

But yeah, MAB never ceases to inspire and amaze me. All his songs on Speed Lives 2 are further improvised to infinity and beyond because there are No Boundaries for him. (I can't believe he actually slowed down No Boundaries and played with more feel.) Of course, he still does that over-under thing which I think is pretty cool, albeit the novelty wears off after awhile.

I also love how he gives tributes to bands such as Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple and Randy Rhoads. But I'll bet his not-so-new Dean Signature guitar will blow your brains off. Ibanez aside, I think this will be another cool-to-get guitar. Not to mention that I'm using the same strings he uses. Ernie Ball: Super Slinky. (Well, but he's still over 9000 times better than me.)

Now, here's a list of guitarists/bands that I would love to have them come to Singapore.
In no order:
Iron Maiden
Yngwie Malmsteen (Perhaps with Jen Johannson.)
Deep Purple (With Steve Morse, Jon Lord and Ritchie Blackmoore.)
Ozielzinho (New-found dude who plays modern shred extremely well.)
Mr. Big (With ALL the founding members.)
Led Zeppelin (All over again!)
Tons of other Power Metal bands and stuff. (If I were to list all, the list will be too long I guess.)

And I just got no mood to carry on writing because Yngwie is a turd for stacking his stratocasters in a pile. >:(
Okay, so on to serious business.

The concert I went to yesterday with Tricia was an epic great success; not to mention TPGE played beautifully on stage, especially the song Aria. Is it just me, or are the people I've not met for 4 years all really nice people. Both Yi Qian and Tricia are great people to hang out with and for some reason, we don't really feel awkward with each other around. (Unless the Eyes...)

It was at Woodlands, Republic Polytechnic. To my surprise, the MRT ride took only approximately 45 minutes from Eunos. It's almost as fast as me going to TPJC everyday. So, Mr. Choo, our conductor, played some solos while waiting for almost 1/4 of the latecomers who were probably caught in the evening jam. Wasn't bad, although it's amusing to find even he makes mistakes live. No, he didn't make obvious mistakes like DragonFarce. Then SAC, ACJC and TPJC played their pieces. Of course, TPGE is the best. (I'm trying to be objective about it!) But I guess the irony of 'em all is that I'm proud to be in TPGE but not in TPJC.

Managed to mingle with the seniors during the interval. Saw Yee En and her l'il sister, heck, they seriously look alike. But she doesn't know me, yet. xD Then saw Hong Xiang and his cute l'il brother. I guess he remembered me as the guy who plays off-tempo the first few times. I was too eager to play, or maybe I'm too used to playing fast, and I usually 'rush' the songs. And I finally knew what our publicity officer is called: Pei Ying. Very nice person, and told me that she's known as PY. Of course, I can see that she's pretty nervous too, same goes to the other people. She was saying how she forgot to tune her guitar to dropped D or something... Then I saw Gabriel, Jus and Faid. Pretty cool, they came to the concert too, I guess we really are one big family. Pity not to have seen Jia Ying and Jia-en... Saw lots of other seniors too, some with their family members and some with their friends. While I was mingling with the crowd, someone tapped me on my shoulder and said yo! Cheryl really surprised me; how did she know it was me from behind? Oh and the make-up on some of the seniors make 'em look like some drama performers... *cough* Hong Xiang on eyeliner *cough*. I guess it's a real pity I didn't get to see Elizabeth though, she's one of the first few seniors I've known. Of course, there's Heather, the ex-TKsian. And she's the president of TPGE! For now, I shall congratulate TPGE and best of luck for SYF even though this dude here ain't participating. ):

Then there is this... really depressing thing: Funan IT Challenge '09. A worthless leader indeed, I should've done a rallying call. I should've used the Horn and rally all the unsung heroes. I could've formed a team worth playing with Impreza. Of course, the gratitude was that I could've used this semi-invincible team to own schools like VJC, SAJC and MJC...
But I guess it's over, now onto the next level: Forming a team with Aaron. That'll be the best and Aaron, if you're reading this, please get the teammates together. I want to kick some serious NdrakaN arse.

Oh well, passion on this blog is over. I'll just give you the picture of MAB's Armored Flame.


PS. I find it totally bullshit that Man U lost to Leaverpool 4-1. It's an obvious 'kelong' to keep the league interesting... Duh!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:31 PM]*

Thursday, March 12, 2009 -
Pulchritudinous - Gin Kitsune. XCV. :

Suddenly, creative thoughts and amusing ideas sprung up out of nowhere and filled my mind. I suddenly got this feeling when I looked to the West, I don't know, but yeah, it's a wonderful feeling which I hadn't got much often nowadays.

Imaginandi Vis. Artis. Glacialis. Paganus Vulpes.

You guys do know that I love furry animals, right? For some reason or another, thoughts of me blogging about animals started to spring up too. Maybe they just jump out of nowhere when there's a springclean for the May queen. New things, everyday's a brand new adventure. There are no boundaries and ready are we to go! With Nitro!

Saw a really pristine, crystal white furry doggie today in the park. It's really Über cute and even though I'm no expert in dogs, (I don't even know its type.) I knew that her owner really took care of her well; her fur was trimmed to such perfection, it's like a living, furry, sculpture. It eventually led me to think about nekos, because my place is literally littered with nekos. I even rear some wild nekos in my house; they just come and go and usually those around will feed 'em. Then it led me to think about kitsune and wolves! These lovely beings have such a mystical aura to them that I fall in love with 'em straightaway. (Which is like a few hundred years back.) If I were to elaborate on my love for furries, (Not in a perverted way, mind you!) I can write a 4000 page long essay. AN: My love for furry animals stop in these four categories only. I absolutely dislike all sort of multi-legged abominations. That includes caterpillars, centipedes, millipedes and etc. Ok, the latter maybe cool, but I don't fancy one on my body.

Oh, and due to the signs being deceiving, I've recently uncovered more Über Guitar Megafathers. Modern shredding hasn't been better so far. Check this guy out: Ozielzinho. A really insane shredder who hails from Brazil. Not only does he shreds extremely well, his pieces also have a strange, but powerful melodic feel behind it. It's like a mixture of instrumental rock with power metal and having a slight hint of neoclassical metal. Well, check him out, he's really good. Almost as good, or even better than, some of the established guitarists now. Heck, he's over 9000% better than Hwemen Wee.

And it's so unfair. I'm falling ill just right before the holidays. Tonsillitis. Irritating ailment. I guess it's rest and sleep again. And I blame this illness for taking away what I want to write. So basically, I forgot what to write (again) due to this illness which leaves me fairly weak. Both physically and mentally. But yeah, I think I covered what I wanted to write... but it's just that feeling that I have something meaningful to write and is coincidentally the most important point of this post but I just have it on the tip of my tongue.

Is it the fact that both Henry and I have experienced the Miniature World Predominant Overhead Cursor phenomenon? Well, this phenomenon/theorem states that all people are interconnected and one thing leads on to another. Sounds simple? I guess so, no trick question this time. Indeed, it is rather simple. It's the nature of people that makes it complex in a sense that A knows B who knows C and C is a distant friend of A and hence through B, A re-visits C and C, B and A hence know each other and they experience MWPOC. See? I further complicate matters. :)

So I'll leave this post as it is, and I'll let you guys read a story. It's not written by me and all credits go to "http://www.coyotes.org/kitsune/myths.html". I'll revisit this once I get my thoughts together.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:15 PM]*

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The Fox In The Brothel. :

The Fox In The Brothel

In a time of our honorable forefathers, there dwelt in a mean mountain village of Settsu Province a poor faggot-cutter who followed the way of Lord Buddha, taking no animal life fore the solace of his belly and praying as a devout man should for the eternal welfare of his spirit.

One day in a ravine he came upon a vixen, caught by the paw in a trapper's snare, which with many a moan and with tears running down her muzzle para-para seemed to beseech him for succor, so that in pity he would have released her. But being minded to rob no honest man, he trudged a long ri down the mountain to his hut, and taking from a hiding place in the thatch a piece of silver, the fruit of weeks of toil, he returned to the ravine and set the vixen free, and wrapped the silver piece in a bit of cotton cloth, he tied it to the snare and went his way. The vixen, when he released her, fled not, but as thought understanding his heart, fawned upon his feet and licked his hands and followed him limping tobo-tobo to the mouth of the ravine, where she gave three sharp barks and sprang into the thicket.

Now on the third evening thereafter, as the man squatted in the mouth of his hut resting from the sweaty labor of the day, on a sudden there appeared before him a damsel, clad in a brown-silk robe, who called to him, and he, seeing her rare beauty and thinking her some great lady strayed from her cavalcade, prostrated himself before her and begged her pleasure. Said she: "Abase not thyself. I am the fox which thy humanity set free the other night from the snare, and whose life thou didst purchase with thy silver piece. I have take this form in order to requite thy favor as I may, and I will serve thee with fealty so long as thou dost live." At which he cried: "Esteemed mistress of magic! Not for my unparalleled worthlessness is thy high condescension! I am eight times rewarded by this thy visit. I am but a beggarly forester and thou a repository of all beauty. I pray thee, make not sport of my low condition." The said she: "Thou art a poor man. Suffer me at least to set thee on the way to wealth." Asked he: "How may that be done?" She replied: "Tomorrow morning don thy best rob and thy stoutest sandals and come to the mouth of the ravine where thou didst rescue me. There thou shalt see me in my true form. Follow whither I lead and good fortune shall be thine. This I promise on the word of a fox." At that he prostrated himself before the damsel in gratitude, and when he lifted himself she had vanished.

Next morning, when he came to the ravine, he found awaiting him the vixen, who barked thrice and turning, trotted before him, leading him by paths he knew not across the mountain. So they proceeded, she disappearing in the thicket whenever a chance traveler came in view, and he satisfying his hunger with fruits and berries and slaking his thirst from the rivulets, and at night sleeping under the starts. Thus the reaches of the sun wound up the days till on fourth noontide they descended into a vale where lay a city. At sundown they came to a grove hard by the city's outer barrier where was a shrine to the fox deity, Inari. Before this the vixen barked thrice, and bounded through its door. And presently the woodsman beheld the damsel issuing therefrom, robed now in rich garments and beauteous as a lover's dream leaping from the golden heart of a plum blossom.

Said she: "Take me now - who am they daughter - to the richest brothel in yonder city, and sell me to it's master for a goodly price." He answered: "Barter thee, to the red-hell hands of a conscienceless virgin-buyer? Never!" Then, with a laugh like the silver potari of a fountain, she said: "Nay, but they soul shall be blameless. So soon as thou hast closed the bargain and departed, I shall take on my fox shape in the garden and get me gone, and thus the reward shall be thine and evil intent shall receive its just deserts."

So, as she bad him, he entered the city with her and inquiring the way to the quarter of houses of public women, came to it's most splendid rendezvous, which was patronized only by brazen spendthrifts and purse-proud princes, where all night the painted drums went don-a-don and the samisen were never silent, and whose satiny corridors lisped with the shu-shu of the velvet foot-palms of scarlet-lipped courtesans. So great was the damsel's beauty that a crowd trooped after them, and the master of the house, when he saw her, felt his back teeth itch with pleasure. The faggot-cutter told him his tale, as he had been prompted, averring that he was a man whose life had fallen on gloomy ways so that he who had been a man of substance was now constrained to sell his only daughter to bondage. At which the proprietor, his mouth watering at her loveliness and bethinking him of his wealthy clientele, thrust ink-brush into his fist and planked before him a bill-of-agreement providing for her three years' service for a sum of thirty gold ryo paid that hour into his hand.

The woodsman would joyfully have signed, but the damsel put forth her hand and stopped him saying: "Nay, my august father! I joyfully obey thy will in this as in all else, yet I pray thee bring not reproach upon our unsullied house by esteeming me of so little value." And, to the master of the place she said: "Methinks thou saidst sixty ryo." He answered: "Were I to give a rin more than forty, I were robbing my children." Said she: "The perfume I used in our brighter days cost me ten each month. Sixty!" Cried he: "A thousand curses upon my beggarly poverty, which constraineth me. Have mercy and take fifty!" At this she rose, saying: "Honorable parent, there is a house in a nearby street frequented, I hear, by a certain prince who may deem me not unattractive. Let us go thither, for this place seemeth of lesser standing and reputation than we had heard." But the master ran and barred the door and, although groaning like an ox before the knacker, flung down the sixty gold ryo, and the woodsman set his name to the bill-of-agreement and farewelled her and went home rejoicing with the money.

Then the master, glad at the capture of such a peerless pearl of maidenhood, gave her into the care of his tire-woman to be robed in brocades and jewels, and set her on a balcony, where her beauty shone so dazzling that the halted palanquins made the street impassable, and the proprietor of the establishment across the way all but slit his throat in sheer envy. Moreover, the son of the daimyo of the province, hearing of the newcome marvel, sent to the place a gift of gold, requesting her presence at a feast he was to give there that same evening.

Now this feast was held in an upper room overhanging the river, and among the damsels who attended the noble guests, the fox-woman was as the moon to a horde of broken paper lanterns, so that the princely host could not unhook his eyes from her and each and every of his guests gave black looks to whoever touched her sleeve. As the sake cup took its round, she turned her softest smile now to this one and now to that, beckoning to each to folly till his blood bubbled butsu-butsu with passion and all were balanced on the thin knife-edge of a quarrel.

Suddenly, then, the lights in the apartment flickered out and there was confusion, in the midst of which the damsel cried out in a loud voice: "O my Prince! One of thy guests hath fumbled me! Make a light quickly and thou shalt know this false friend, for he is the one whose hat-tassel I have torn off." But cried the Prince (for he was true-hearted and of generous mind): "Nay, do each one of you, my comrades, tear off his hat-tassel and put it on his sleeve. For we have all drunk overmuch, and ignorance is sometimes better than knowledge." Then after a moment he clapped his hands, and lights were brought, lo, there was no hat left with a tassel upon it. At this, one of the young blades, laughing at the success of the artifice, began to sing the ancient song which saith:

        The hat thou lovedst,
               Reed-wove, tricked out with damask,
       Ah me, hath blown away,
               Into the Kamo River-
       Blown amidst the current.
               While I wandered seeking it,
       While I wandered searching it,
               Day-dawn cam, day-dawn came!
       Ah, the sawa-sawa
               Of that rustling night of autumn,
       There by the water,
               The spread-out, rustling water!

But the damsel, crying that with the affront unavenged she would not choose longer to live, ran into the next chamber and, stripping of her clothes, cast them from the window into the swift current, while she herself, taking on her fox form, leaped down and hid in a burrow under the riverbank. So the party of the Prince rushed in and, finding the window wide and her vanished and seeing the splendid robe borne away by the rushing water, deeming that she had indeed drowned herself, made outcry, and the master of the house plucked out his eyebrows, and his folk and the gallants put forth in many a boat, searching for her fair body all that night, but naught did they discover save only her loincloth.

Now on the fourth evening after that, as the faggot-cutter sat in his doorway, the damsel appeared before him, robed in a kimono of pine-and-bamboo pattern, with an obi of jeweled dragonflies tangled in a purple mist. Asked she: "Have I kept my fox-word?" He answered. "Aye, eight times over. This morning I purchased a plot of rich rice land, and tomorrow the builders, with what remaineth, begin to erect my mansion." Said she then: "Thou art no faggot-cutter henceforth, but a man of substance. Look upon me. Wouldst thou not have me to wife?" But he, seeing how her carriage was as graceful as the swaying of a willow branch, her flawless skin the texture of a magnolia petal, her eyebrows like sable rainbows, and her hair glossy as a sun-tinted crow's wing, and knowing himself for an untutored hind, knelt in abasement before her and said: "Nay, wise one! Doth the smutty raven mate with the snow-white heron?" Then she said, smiling: "Do my bidding once again. Tomorrow return to the city and to the brothel where thou didst leave me, and offer, as the bargain provided, to buy me back. Since the master of the house cannot produce me, he must need pay over to thee damage money, and see that thou accept not less than two hundred gold ryo." So saying, she became a fox and vanished in the bushes.

So next morning he took his purse and crammed it with copper pieces and betook himself across the mountain, and on the third day he arrived at the city. There he hastened to the brothel and demanded its master, to whom he said, jingling the purse beneath his nose: "Good fortune is mine. For, returning to my village three days since to pay my obligations with thy sixty ryo, I found that my elder brother had died suddenly in the next province, leaving to me (since he was without issue) all his wide estates. So I am come to redeem my beloved daughter and to return thee thy gold plus the legal interest." At that the master of the house felt his liver shrink and sought to put him off with all kinds of excuses, but the woodsman insisted the more, so that the other at length had no choice but to tell him that the girl had drowned herself. When he heard this the woodsman's lamentations filled all the place, and he beat his head upon the mats hata-to, crying out that naught but ill treatment had driven her to such a course, and swearing to denounce the proprietor to the magistrates for a bloody murderer, till from dread to see his establishment sunk in evil repute, the man ran to his strongbox and sought to offer the breaved one golden solace. Thus, with two hundred more ryo in gold (for mindful of the maiden's rede, he would take no less) the woodsman returned to his village, with an armed guard of ten men for an escort, where he rented a stout godown for the money's safekeeping.

The night of his return, as he sat on his doorstep, thanking all the deities for his good luck, the fox-maiden again appeared before him, this time clad only in the soft moon-whiteness of her adorable body, so that he turned away his face from the sight of it. Asked she: "Have I kept my fox-word?" And he answered, stammering: "Eight hundred times! Today I am the richest man in these parts." Said she: "Look upon me. Wouldst thou not posses me as thy concubine?" Then, peeping despite himself betwixt his fingers, he beheld the clear and lovely luster of her satiny skin, her breasts like twin snow-hillocks, her bending waist, and the sweet hidden curves of her thighs, and all his senses clamored like bells, so that he covered his eyes with his sleeve. And said he: "O generous bestower! Forgive the unspeakable meanness of this degraded nonentity. My descendants to the tenth generation shall burn richest incense before the golden shrine which I shall presently erect to thee. But I am a man and thou art a fox, with whom I may not knowingly consort without deadly sin!"

Then suddenly he saw a radiance of the five colors shine rainbow-like around her, and she cried out in a voice of exceeding great joy, saying: "Blessing and benison upon thee, O incorruptible one! As a fox I have dwelt upon the earth for five hundred years, and never before have I found among humankind one whose merit had the power to set me free. Know that by the virtue of thy purity I may now quit this animal road for that of humankind." Then she vanished, and he built a shrine to her in the mouth of the mountain ravine, and it is told that his children's grandchildren worship before it to this day.

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AN: I've read this short story online and guessed that I could share this wonderful story with you guys. Ask yourselves this: Since when is the last time you've forgotten all troubles, let down all homework and took up a fairytale book and read it? Well, I think it's pretty magical to read about myths/farytales. The sort of thing one would do when one was younger and the world was less complicated. Well, enough said, but I think I'll let you guys go off with something to think about. Don't you think you'll enjoy your childhood even more if you had maturity back then? :)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [8:47 PM]*

Tuesday, March 10, 2009 -
The Lilac Ardeidae. XCIV. :

Man, I'm starting to miss Final Fantasy, IX especially. Although many critics claim that the back-to-basic style of the game makes the game not as good as its previous series, I think that IX is still marvelous, if not better than VII and VIII. I seriously think that IX is underrated - it's got such an awesome plot, design and not to mention, a whole crew of bestest characters - and that it doesn't get enough attention it should.

Zidane's a really cute 'monkey'. He's also a non-emo character and he even says "No Cloud nor Squall shall stop us" to Garnet/Dagger. "Whoever pulled this off had to be highly skilled, like me."

"I have a favour to ask of you. I wish to be kidnapped... right away!" (Garnet)
"I shall hereby do my best to kidnap you!" (Zidane)

Garnet's a princess that's all-too-stubborn. The sort of semi-rebellious princess with a conscience. I don't like how she cut her hair. ): (!! I just realised that Garnet resembles Jia-en slightly. Or maybe I'm wrong.) "Zidane... I want to use summon magic to protect everyone..."

Vivi is the _BEST_. He's the cuddliest, huggiest Black Mage you can find in Final Fantasy. (If you think that all black mages look the same, you can't be anymore wrong!) In Final Fantasy, Black Mages with Yellow Eyes own YOU!! Okay, he said something like "I love windmills. I hate heights, but windmills are great!". See, how adorable can that be? Oh and the baddies in IX should seriously be fried for disturbing my Vivi.

Beatrix is my favourite character, but sadly, she's only playable on one event. All that Climhazzard's really too fantastic to not want to miss this Save-The-Queen wielding beauty. But I kinda think that Steiner's not a good match for her... But oh well.
"I commend your courage, but I will show you no mercy." and "Then allow me to shatter your delusions of grandeur."

Steiner is the clumsy, heavy armor-clanking, comic relief that's not, in my opinion, really good. But his sword magic combo with Vivi proved to be quite useful though. Otherwise, I don't really like him.

Freya is the Dragoon in IX. Lance-wielding and sky-high-jumping, she's such a powerful fighter that it'll be foolish to not have her in a party. I can't say how much I adore this character. "Despair. To be forgotten is worse than death."

Quina. His/Her/It's gender is not known. All we know that he loves to eat frogs and love to devour stuff. 'nuff said.

Amarant is the 'ninja' of the party. I don't find him any useful though. So he's usually not in the party.

Kuja. The evil dude that wears thongs. 'nuff said.

Brahme. The guillible queen that foolishly obeys the evil. 'nuff said. (Pretty ugly too.)

So my party usually consists of Zidane, Dagger, Freya and Garnet.


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I don't know why I suddenly talked so much about Final Fantasy. Sorry, but I really missed the times. Okay, so there'll be a Guitar Ensemble concert on Friday and like as I said, I can't wait for it. Oh and Singapore's such a small world. Emilyn knows Nat and Jane knows Fabian. It all seemed to be link together and I can't wait to explore more of OBE.

Okay, totally random post of Final Fantasy and I'll be off for now. Preparing for GE tomorrow.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:36 PM]*

Friday, March 6, 2009 -
Jingle Bells. XCIII. :

Been there, done that.

Met with a few more guitar ensemble people, but due to me being unlucky today, I kinda screwed it all up. First of all, I broke my contact lenses around an hour just after school started. Hence, I slept throughout chemistry and project work. (I'm just glad that it's a Friday.) And PE was really bad; my 2.4 was a pathetic 14:32. Yes, that's a fail timing. Seems like I have to do some jogging on good ol' ECP again.

I proceeded to guitar ensemble, looking like a complete turd; I couldn't see anything/anyone.

What was even more embarrassing was that I couldn't see Cheryl when she came in and I was the only one who ignored her and continued playing. Then I had to borrow Heather's glasses to do the ensemble test. Well, I kinda flunked it, as usual. Able to shred in my bedroom with myself, but cracks under pressure while performing in front of others. How am I going to be a guitarist in the future?!

Then Elizabeth (shorty.) came in and (I think) saw me with Heather's glasses. Gosh. It's kinda embarrassing wearing Heather's glasses, but it's also embarrassing when I play the wrong note because I couldn't sight read as fast as I didn't have much sight.

Then I suddenly thought up of a few songs...

"Blind leading the blind, no one sees... the Seventh Sign" - Seventh Sign by Yngwie Malmsteen. (Rising Force)

When A Blind Man Cries - Deep Purple.

Well, I got my guitar support now. $30+ for a small tiny contraption which is fairly useless; bought it just to make me look more 'professional' and have the ensemble image. And so, I managed to play around with Audacity. Kudos to Henry for introducing such an awe-some software. Basically it's a software that is like the audio version of Adobe, albeit less powerful. I wasn't able to correct my mistakes and do much except for adding effects, because I think my Über-studio-magician skills are not as epic as DragonFarce's. But I still love DragonForce. :)

Here's a link to download my work of 'art'. It's a really easy song, but the inability to sight read really hindered me. Fyi, I wasn't playing with tabs, but with standard notation. Yeah, I know the beginning of the song isn't synchronized, but I haven't found a way to synchronize my tracks yet...

Here it is: http://www.mediafire.com/?dzygyrtz43e

TPGE for the epic win!

By the way, I have to thank good ol' mother for providing her son with an Über genki soup and tonics and Brands when he's not feeling well. (Totally random but hey!)

And I realised I'm busting a lot of money on food. Generally, I spend around $10 just on food in TPJC. (Again, random but hey!)

Steve Morse and Dave LaRue are absolutely ownage. Electric dynamite!

Oh and I have to tell you guys that I absolutely adore the Bee Gees. :)

Things to do.
1. Challenge YOU to a 1v1 basketball match.
2. Start doing my tutorials.
3. Start shredding and doing soulful licks.
4. Try to NOT get myself too engrossed in DBSK. I'm alreay loving several of their songs.
5. Form a team with Aaron and Kriss.
6. Get some liquor for 6/6 gathering.
7. Refund some gold from Transitlink.
8. Seriously get fatter and do more work-outs.
9. Start doing my tutorials.
10. Write more fiction!

And the list is not exhaustable.

Stuffs/People I missed.
1. Everyone. Seriously.
2. KKW.
3. Slackers like me.
4. World of Warcraft. Damnit.
5. Partying and having fun.
6. DragonFarce.

PS. It's a me! ;)

PSS. Gosh, I'm making so many amendments to this post. Ideas just flow, I'm sorry. :D

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:06 PM]*

Thursday, March 5, 2009 -
Ambivalence. XCII. :

I've had a spark of inspiration today at a place you'd least expect me to have; Toilet Paper Tampines Junior College.

And it's during the least expected lesson: Chinese.

We're supposed to write a narrative and there were 4 titles to choose from. Being me, I chose "The Precious Gift". Then I realised what I had in mind was too difficult to translate into Chinese, so I decided to use this post to write a small fiction. (Which usually has no plot.) And it's been a long long time since I took up the pen/keyboard.

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I folded my arms as I rested against the magnificently huge oak tree. There is something magical to this serene place; a lone oak tree surrounded by a ring of fir trees. The stillness of Arnarok Forest is a beauty that makes it seem so peaceful and perfect, as though all in Nature is in perfect equilibrium. Stillness, however, is not silence. A light breeze springs up and whistles through the damp fir leaves, and they rustled in unison.

I was overwhelmed by the mystical tranquility of the forest, almost being gently lulled to sleep. A light drizzle started and I was immediately jolted back to my senses. The sweet smell of the rain and earth filled the air as I took flight into a series of dance steps.

The drizzle never stopped, drumming a light-hearted rhythm as I waltzed along the moist earth. I stood still suddenly as I heard the sound of running water. An unobtrusive stream runs through the ground, passing into meanders and finally opening into a river.

Suddenly, a flash of light radiated out of nowhere and blinded me. An acute pain. A formless pain that hurts so bad. The reminder of someone dear, and the music starts to play. We used to listen to this hymn together, we used to love this song. But I know I still do.

"I dream of fields of endless green where you're running with the wind
so far away from misery.
I take a step forwards the light and I try to touch your face,
In my dream you slip away and I awake.

If I could fly away I would fly on wings of gold,
Never to return live long live well we'll see each other on the other side.
If I could see you again I would give just anything,
But would it be enough?"

I could feel you, again. I woke up in a sweat and found myself in front of a lone wooden bridge used to cross the river. I was suddenly blinded by the abscence of light, and there was a presence that I felt. It seemed strange but I know that it was her, she called me without sound, touched me without form, and told me that everything was alright. As though in a trance, I limped across the wooden bridge.

It was here that we kissed, under the layers of canopy, the sweet, pale moonlight. I remembered all so well. I smiled as the bells on my hairband jingled.

The seconds turned to minutes and the minutes turned to hours as I bathed in the warmth of her love. Hoping that you would stay forever and a day, I tossed a pebble across the river and made a wish.

It skipped Seven times.

But I knew that you would never come back again... The fir trees bowed their head as the wind sighed. The woods was silent. The wooden bridge served as a memory, albeit a forlorn one.

I prayed to the Heavens above, and it rained. It rained heavily. It seemed as though the Heavens were crying, crying because she loved me, or because I'm seperated from her. A serenity came over me as I let the rain clean off my sin. Clean off my sadness. Clean off the dread.

I swore with vengeance in my heart and fire in my eyes to kill the despicable Rogueridas for harming my family, harming my loved ones.

"My sword shall seek blood. Edenfang shall be unsheathed. Instead of washing away the tragedy, heaven will rain blood."

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PS. I know it's pretty rushed. I didn't have enough time to expand on the plot, but I think it's pretty obvious. As always, I think my style of writing remains with only one difference this time. There's actually a plot and continuity. Even Chinese is able to stimulate my brains and give me some much needed inspiration. Comments and criticism are welcomed. I hope my writing hasn't gone rusty...

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:53 PM]*

Wednesday, March 4, 2009 -
Yet Another Warcraft 3 Filler. :

I don't have enough sleep and am dead tired. This happens even though I didn't much tutorials; I left maths and physics tutorials completely empty. Maybe I'm just not used to the stay-in-school-for-12-hours thing.

It kinda felt weird trying to Skype with someone I never met/heard for 4 years, but I tried so anyway. It was fun, one of the rare moments where I don't need to swear over the net. Except that it felt was though I was talking to myself.

Anyway, I was late for school today. (Yes, the laziness finally came back. Hopefully it's only once.) But I've got a surprise when I got on the bus today. I saw Kristal on 12 today, en route to TJC. She was sleeping at the very last row of the bus and well, some dude wanted to get off and woke her up. Then she gazed sleepily at me 'cos there was no seat and wanted to let me in. I think she doesn't know I was from TKSS, but I politely rejected it. (Partially because I didn't want to risk cramping my guitar in such a small space.) But now I kinda understood what Clement meant by the 'eyes' thing. And why some dudes back in TKSS had crushes on her. *cough* Daniel *cough*

The school's system is pretty strict for late comers, they scan your EZLink like you're some sort of prisoner and then jot your names down or something. I wasn't exactly particular about being punctual for school, if y'all don't know. I dread school. But I do not dread CCA. In fact, I'm ultra-super-duper-Über enthusiastic about guitar ensemble. Yes, I do not have to reiterate that fact, but it's just awesometastic.

Gives me a break from seeing seas of people mugging. Y'know, seeing people studying daily makes me feel depressed. It's good to see people having fun, enjoying themselves, basking in the warmth of music.

Enough about that. Now I'm waiting for good ol' Henry to come online so we can standard some AI. =)

Over and out.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:12 PM]*

Monday, March 2, 2009 -
A Literature Assignment. :

A lily so pristine white,
It is free from blight.
On the fields roams a horse,
Galloping with extreme force.

Here lies two sleeping calves,
There their mother splits food into halves.
The mantis dances feverishly,
While the leopard hunts surreptitiously.

Slowly Spring fades away,
However tomorrow comes a new day.
As crazy as it seems,
I live everyday to the fullest, or so I deem!

I churned it off my head in around 15 minutes. Literature assignment was to create a poem using the words: Lily, Force, Sleep, Dance and Crazy. Notice that I used different forms of the root words, so I guess it's still okay. Theme is probably something about youthfulness or heralding of Spring or something. Well, I guess that's good filler for a short post. =)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:04 PM]*

Sunday, March 1, 2009 -
OBE. XCI. :

I found myself in some sort of academy or hospital... This was in semi-consciousness; I haven't been able to control my OBEs, am trying hard to get the correct technique. And I realised that I have OBEs not as and when I like, but when I wake up in the morning, then get myself back to sleep. Perhaps I have to get used to that sort of frequency...

(I can't really remember much of this OBE and thus I apologise for any discrepancies in my report.)

So, the last thing I remembered was being in an academy/hospital the size of something like Hogwarts if you'd like. It was extremely big, perhaps thus big for the sake of me, and you'll know what I mean later.

All I remembered was I'm getting chased by everyone in the hospital/academy. (Let's refer to the place as Big House.) That said, I'm guessing the Big House belongs to some sort of organisation, the sort you'd find under Raccoon City, i.e. Umbrella Corporations. Fret not, there are no zombies in my OBE.


The reason for being chased by was unclear. I had a vague memory that I had a fight with someone in the Big House which ended up in me killing that person. (It was a melee combat.)

That person is probably some big shot in the Big House or something, I don't know. This was very vague because I only remembered to blog about this OBE when I was half-way owning in DotA. That ended up with me being chased down by thousands of bad guys and the only way I can get out of this mess is through means of stealth and deception.

Thus, the game of hide-n-seek begins!

I had an ally in the Big House though, he's some professor that's defaulted to my side for some reason. Y'know, the usual old dude that's all-so-clear about the on-goings of the world or something along the lines. I snuck past guards and sneaked through corridors, trying to find my way out. I remembered having a deck of cards with me, too. If memory served me right, they were MTG cards. Yes, and I, for some unknown reason, can use the effects stated in the cards as and when I like. And the effects are mostly stealth-based spells. I remembered one of them being Invisibility for a short period of time.

Then I forgot a large chunk of this OBE.

Then I remembered sneaking into a ward-like room where there are professors in white suits doing some sort of research or experiment. The room is around the size of half a basketball court, so it was pretty small. There was a bed on the bottom-rightmost corner. The bed's the sort of bed you'd see in a hotel, not too posh, but it's some sort of double-decker bed. After sneaking into the room, (I don't know how, but I think I used Invisibility.) I snuck into the corner of the bed. It's something like this:

**** |
*B * +++
*E * +++
*D *ME+++
************ (Sorry for the poor illustration.)

The plus box is actually a small table while the | is the door. I'm ME and I'm hidden in between the bed and a table. The size is actually very small, almost only 30cm in width. I took a blanket from the bed underneath and covered myself and laid in utter silence. I took out the deck of cards aforementioned and started to sort out which card will be of good use to me.
(I remembered that I have to write in present tense for OBEs.)

I hear a professor talking on the phone and his voice is crisp and clear. However, I cannot remember what he said. Then, I can sense 2 people approaching me. In an instant, I flip out of the blanket and said, "Hey, just remember that I'm not here, okay?"

What he reply is as such, "No, can't do."

I run with all my might out of the room and for some reason, I sort of teleported myself into the room with the friendly professor. (Perhaps I casted a Teleport card?)

Then all I remember is being talked to by the professor and then another chunk of the OBE got lost, which ends up with me doing some sort of thing and then finally escaping. (Far-fetched, but I escaped somehow. A large part of the OBE was lost.)

But I vividly remembered the last scene, for it is one of the most heart-warming scene I've had in an OBE: I found her sleeping peacefully on my arms, safe and secured. I smiled and gently kissed her on her forehead.

After that, I was awaken to something. It's either the cold gush of air, my mother's alarm clock or something else. Then that was that, concludes my OBE.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish Jia-en a happy birthday. She's born in the leap-year! I hereby give you blessings for a good year!

Things to look forward to: Guitar ensemble concert, March holidays, 6/6 gathering and exams.

I've slacked my way through Saturday, so Sunday's the day for chionging all the tutorials that I haven't done since school started. But Procrastination came and gave me a talk. Laziness dragged me away. Fun brought me out to play.

"STUDY FOR A LEVELS OR I WILL ABSOLUTELY MURDER YOU."

Okay, I guess. I'll do my tutorials one step at a time. So I'm not totally slacking... not totally hardworking either. I can't wait for Aaron and Chris to form a team with me too. The thought of dominating 80% of Singapore really gets into me.

Good bye for now! Work hard and play hard guys!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:58 AM]*

Thursday, February 26, 2009 -
Jon Lord, Help Me! XC :

Jon Lord, yes, for being the best organist ever. Well, this is all relativity and preference, but I really love Jon Lord. Disagree you may, I shaln't try to convert you; tried and tested and personally felt it that conversion is something that is extremely hard to achieve.

For example, trying to convert someone from one religion to another, one genre of music to another and one favourite guitarist to another.

It's all just too hard. Why even bother? We all grow to become apathetic creatures, looking at the world with cynical and jaded eyes. Reminds me of Island Voices. Ahh, the good ol' days of slacking at TKSS. How I missed them.

Why do I need help, you may ask. I seek counsel from you, my dear readers. I have poor time management skills, I'm lazy and I'm basically a worthless and useless good-for-nothing that's stealing all your oxygen and water. What to do, oh what to do?

Even my posts are becoming relatively short and formless. I'm becoming stupid and dumb, inability to write a comprehensive and blog-worthy post. Inability to write a unique article, just recycling trashed ideas and revolving around common themes.

Rust invades my brain, sapping away thine intelligence. I seek counsel from the wisest, from G if he does assist. Can I break the chains and open myself to freedom? If I could fly away, I would fly on wings of gold, never to return.

I seek refuge in metal, in my few precious friends and in Life. I contemplated giving up, but that's out of character. Jovi never says die. He never backs out in the face of neither smoke on the water nor fire in the sky.

Going back to topic... (Sorry if I strayed, Yu 'Blinker' Wei called me just now to ask about Guitar Ensemble stuff.)

Wait, is there a topic in the first place?! No there ain't! Ok, in relation to yq's post, yes there's nothing going on between her and I. Do forgive me if I have said anything to made anyone believe otherwise.

I'm soooo waiting for 6/6 gathering. Bleh. There's so much work to be done. Everyone's stressed and needs a hug. So here's an e-hug for my dear readers. =) (Oh and Tricia's going to finish the vodka with me during the 6/6 gathering. Bwahaha.

Proper management prevents piss-poor performance. I'm being totally random, but yeah I know. TPJC does that to your mind. Blessings for a good day.

Guess what? I spoke with John today, after months of not talking to him at all. Well it's because he showed me a really sweet picture of him kissing his girlfriend. His girlfriend is really chio too!

That's what TPJC does to you! Blessings for a good week!

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Okay, that was random rantings. My brain wasn't working well yesterday and as such, this is a continuation of yesterday's post.

My PC had a 'virus'. I couldn't get on with a standard with Henry; the culprit? My video card. Specifically, myself. Yes, I'm retarded for not slotting my video card correctly... I was scared half to death as I saw my Frozen Throne glitching up.

Nevertheless, I slept the night away and almost spontaneously combusted. (Used in wrong context, but I can't be arsed.)

Yay I'm looking forward to today's Guitar Ensemble. That's what keeps me going in TPJC. The thought of an ensemble, the thought of playing guitar. Even though the people at GRM are really basement shredders - they are all really good player and there's one who is almost as good as Henry - and that I'm lagging behind in class, I still enjoy myself in GE. I guess I've gotten myself acquaintanced with Hong Xiang, Cheryl and Wei Quan today. GE people are really aweeeesome people, even with a president that is an ex-TKsian. Heather's her name and 4E's her previous class. We met and chatted for a few moments and the first line that hit me hard. Really hard was as such.

"Wah 4C, why you still come to this school?"

Gosh, imagine the impact I felt then. It's like having over 9000 pikachus casting Thunderbolt at you. But i herd u lyk mudkipz. (Meme much?)

With GE over, I suddenly feel depressed once more. I'm just looking forward to all the ensemble periods on Wednesdays and Fridays because GE is one of the more humane things going on in TPJC. I have a sense of belonging in GE. Maybe it's because this is my first time experiencing such a sensation. What a novel feeling, I must say, being in an aesthetic group where everyone's family. Which leads me to think of us performing, shredding, partying, working, sweating, toiling and drinking today.

This makes me want to answer Hong Xiang's question: Yes, I do.

No, he didn't propose to me, as nice and friendly and patient a person he is, he asked me this, "Hey, do you wanna be an exco member?"

But then, after GE, the mounting homework gets me down, again. Have to go to Pasir Ris to get my transit card done, have to go to Queensway with Henry to shop and maybe try out Japanese Curry at Bugis. Have to really learn how to sight read; I said I would learn how to sight read within 4 days and sight read I shall.

There is no quest difficult enough to not endeavor. There is no mountain too steep to climb. There is no fire too strong to dowse. There's no riddle so complex that no counsel can be sought.

This is the way I walk, the path I thread, the life I choose. No regrets, no turning back.

Blessings for a good day!

PS. I realised I think people with 'vampire' teeths are cute... Jia-en, Fabian and Cherly just to name a few... Weird. x_x

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:20 PM]*

Friday, February 20, 2009 -
Hiatus. LXXXIX. :

And fortunately (if not, unfortunately.) the title does not reflect what I'm going to be on with this blog for now.

Seriously, no. I'm back from TPJC Orientation Camp 2009 and, hell yeah, it's just too freakin' good. I've got to love my school more, I've got to love my classmates more, I've got to love my seniors more and I've got to love my CCA more. It's just amazing how much Orientation Camp can bond us together.

The account below is based on my personal emotions, so there are somethings which will be omitted and some which will be highlighted. Use of poetic licence.

It all started out with Herons being not really enthusiastic. The OGL (Orientation Group Leaders), Council members and probably everyone who's in Camp 1 are all tired out. (For those who don't know, TPJC OC 2009 is split into Camp 1 and Camp 2.) So, I'm in Camp 2 and I went there with my two bulky bags feeling slightly stupid. I thought that a crappy school as such won't have any good orientation camp. But hell yeah, I'm glad I'm so damn wrong.

So, Nixon (The one who looks like Victor in Suikoden and like a huge big bear.) is our Heron's Family Head, Sean is Heron's Assistant Family Head, followed by Adeline and Young, our OGLs, and Jimson, Jermyn(?), Janice and two other whom I didn't catch their names. (They aren't in our OG.)

They were all sleepy, tired and had no voice at all. So first day was not really well-played and I think the real camp for many of us started the next day when all enthusiasm set in and everyone was just exploding. Not literally.

Okay, I'll just cut to the highlight of the whole camp: Soul Night. Basically, every house will be performing a short skit and the winning Alliance houses will get 50/100/150 points. During house gatherings, I've pointed out that ... *drum roll*

"Hey, why not do a rick roll?"

To my surprise, there was little commotion as few people knew what a rick roll was. However, there were a few *oohs* and *aahs* around, I presumed that the idea was not lost. Then, some dude got up and explained the whole skit thing. We had to advertise a cough syrup, so after drinking the cough syrup, we 'magically' will have voice to sing the rick roll. So yes, onwards we went and they pushed me to be the frontman #2 since only a few knew the lyrics. (And this was how I knew Fabian, Chang Kai and Wei Shan. Oh, and Fabian's really cute.)

On Soul Night itself, all hell went loose. Seriously! It was my first official mass rick roll in my life. It's a college rick roll even! We went on stage and performed our skit. Everyone was singing their lungs out and a few of us - namely Marcus, Fabian, Wei Shan, Chang Kai and I were doing the rick roll dance.- enjoyed ourselves more than those who did not know about the rick roll phenomenon. (I blame them.) Eventually, we all had to do a Heron cheer and being the party dudes, me and Marcus took the opportunity to mosh. It was the first mosh of the night, we jumped and bounced and just slammed ourselves into the epicentre. "Ooooooooooooh HERON!!"

If you think that was awe-some. (Pun intended.) Wait till you see the next lineup! Four seniors from the guitar ensemble will be playing a gig for us! Ain't that just cool? Having your seniors perform for you during orientation camp. Anywho, the music's not for me, but we just headbanged and moshed. The first song they did was some random pop-styled song and the second song was the "Love makes the world go round" by the Powerpuff Girls. Who cares the genre when you're with good buddies who jump and mosh with you! A few of us had the \m/ out, headbanging and moshing like there's no tomorrow. Of course, we didn't heed what Kimberly said.

"Okay, before the gig, I think I must lay a few ground rules. One: No moshing."

The crowd goes awwwwwwwwwww. Then it was epic, because we still moshed. Albeit less violently. One thing that was sad though, was that they didn't have an encore even though the audience screamed for more. After the gig, there was *I think* the mass dance. It's extreme fun, and yes, even though I'm not a good dancer, I immersed myself in the atmosphere and had fun. Guess what, we had an encore of the mass dance during Telematch and just before the camp was over. Dance was seriously awe-some.

Although Heron still lost, we all had fun and made new friends. The camp was a success, and heck, I'm already dreading to be let off at 5pm+ every day after school starts. ):

Acknowledgements.
Young - for being an awe-some OGL.
Adeline - for being the most enthusiastic OGL.
Nixon - for losing his voice while cheering. Family head.
Sean - for saying "you want to buy beer?" and being a really nice guy. Assistant Family head.
Zheng Gang - for being the best dancer.
Zheng Gang's partner - for being the best dancer. Sorry I didn't catch your name.
Marcus - for being a good friend, rick rolling, singing and moshing together.
Fabian - for being an angelic Christian, and having fun together.
Terry (Cheung Kai) - for being such a kick-arse dude.
Wei Shan - ditto. Except that you mustn't smoke.
Marcus Wee - Dude, be more out-going. I thought I was an introvert.
Alfred (?) - Being a really refined person.
Cheong Kai - for supporting the rick roll dance.

Thank you very much. Jovi shall now continue blogging, gaming and having fun. Looking forward to Sunday for 4C gathering. Looking (extremely) forward to March holidays: 6/6 gathering. Looking extremely. EXTREMELY!! forward to University. Looking crazily and awe-somely forward to after-Uni life. That means lots of drinking, have fun, work and programming.

So not looking forward to all the hardwork that follows. I'm a slacker. ;_;

PS. There are just so many chiobus in JC2. Darn.
PPS. Tricia and Rachel likes the same things, seriously. DBSK, Harry Potter, bishonens and D-Gray, just to name a few... It's kinda scary if you even try to imagine fangirls uniting and conquering the world.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [6:30 PM]*

Tuesday, February 17, 2009 -
Captain Hopscotch, Fatstock, Peacock. Erm. Haddock. LXXXVII :

Billions of billious barbecued blue blistering barnacles in ten thousand thundering typhoons!

If I were to quote that weed-smoking, rum-loving, sea-faring and ultimately lovable Captain Haddock. Yes, comics such as The Adventures of Tin Tin and Asterix were my childhood. The hilarious notations, non-vulgar swearings and the Innocence proved to be overwhelming at my age then. I remember going to library just to get those books in particular; Lord of the Rings was unheard of then. Anyhow, it'll probably be too mind-blowing for me back then.

Why the curious title? Well, that was what I felt like saying when I sprained my leg during PE today. When you think nothing else could be worst than the acute embarrassment and pain, the foot hurts like there's no tomorrow. Grabbed an ice pack and it still hurt alot. Gosh, and then tomorrow's orientation camp. That means I can't participate in anything already. Which means I'll have enough energy to steathily sneak to the second storey at night, hmm..

But then again, the pain is really unbearable. Oh, I have a very low threshold for pain. (Does Pain reminds you of Paine, the FF-X character, Anime, the FF-X summon and Pain, the imbalanced FF-VIII spell?) So yes, I went to a 'Sin Seh' and that dude fixed me up. However, I'll be going in to orientation camp tomorrow with a bandage on my leg. Means there's no games for me. *sniff*

Then again, I'm chatting with 3 good friends at the moment. (Four actually, if you count Henry on skype.) So, they're very nice people and posted to very nice school. That means that bad people who swear a lot like me, get posted to bad schools. Go figure. Back on topic, VJC, SAJC and TJC have already started homework! Best of luck to all those people!

Totally random but Henry and I have been playing standard 2v2 against Insane AI. I realised the only way to own them is to tower rush. And yes, it's epic gay. (I think only Zerg rush can > tower rush.) Anyway, it's getting extremely boring and I'm waiting for night to come. yq's already smacking me to bed already. So it's still daaaarn boring.

PS. Maybe making friends with SAJC, VJC and TJC people will make me smarter. (Scurries off to find chance to make new friends.) And that brings me to realisation that I have 3 times more female friends than male friends.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:11 PM]*

Sunday, February 15, 2009 -
Stairway To Heaven. LXXXVI. :

Can I buy that for my Valentine? Oooo.. Damn, Robert Plant is so sexy.

But anyway, I think I spent this year's Valentine's Day the most fruitfully. And of course, I enjoyed myself alot. Hey, I don't just stay at home whole day on the computer okay? :)

Saturday was spent carrying my acoustic and electric around the whole of Eastern Singapore. The TransitLink offices are really bullshit. They take so long to update my adult concession fare to children's. I'm paying so much already these few days. It's an outrageous scam! I went down to Tanah Merah, Bedok and Eunos and they all give me the same answer: No, there's something wrong with your card and we can't update it. You're screwed kthxbai. *Refers you to other places.*

I gave up after three tries and went to Aljunied to get my guitar strings. Bought a .009 High E and a set of Nylon strings. After that, I dropped at Lavender and started to walk towards Henry's house. Then, it's back to good ol' times. We jammed for sometime before watching the Bourne trilogy. Actually, only the first one. Then we talked and talked. It's like the good ol' times all over again. We had so much to catch up on, talked about anything and everything. Then ate dinner and I realised it's 10pm. Time flies when you're with good company, it seems. So yeah, I went home earlier, not wanting to marathon at his place. Because tomorrow, I'll be having a date.

And tomorrow comes! I suddenly got a call from Joshua Leo and I was caught unaware. "Hey. How come it's J Leo over the line?" I asked myself. So, it turns out that Joshua and Yi Qian knew each other from Choir. And so I went to Raffles Place to meet up with 'em to catch a Youth Concert in Victoria Concert Hall. (I think that's the name of the place.) Gosh. I mean REALLY.

There were lots of Japanese there. And, to tell you the truth, the girls, especially the performers, are all beautiful. If you get a chance to see their fingers flutter like butterflies on the keys, it's like Über elegant. Furthermore, they play like some real professionals. Play fast, play live, play good. I suddenly feel scammed by DragonForce's shitty concert. They can't play live at all. Compared to this $10 concert, I think this owns DragonFarce's balls. Then the little violinists and pianists are soooo cute. One even fell from the chair and rolled his eyes. The little girl next to him was rolling on her chair laughing. And the way they flawlessly execute the piece, is too, magnificent. All in all, the concert's a real eye-opener. Oh but I forgot to mention about my date too.

She's a wonderful person! A cherry (?) and bubbly person. Easy-going and y'know, I didn't feel awkward speaking with her even though it's my first time seeing her after, what, 4 years. Yi Qian, currently in VJC, is multi-talented. She can sing, can dance, can play. Well, you can say she's a very all-rounded person and it's really fun to be with her.

So, after the concert, we went home. Apparently, VJC already started to give out their homwork, so she's gotta go revise and do stuff. But I still feel elated. This is the first time I've had a date for Valentine's and let's just say I hope it continues. Feels wonderful to have a friend out there who's willing to sacrifice time for you, no?

Okay, I'll be off to do my Lit homework now. Catcha later!

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

PS. Now that you've said it, they both like LotR, reading and fanfictions...

PSS. I'm suddenly damn uber epic high.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [5:19 PM]*

Wednesday, February 11, 2009 -
Amontillado El Amoroso. LXXXV. :

Hullo! The day's new and y'know, always remember blue skies because the skies cannot rain all the time!

Although SAJ's house system is probably the most epic and best there is, I don't think you'll want to read about my rantings again. So yes, the theme of TPJ's house system is birds.

Yes, birds. I don't mind if you give me Falcon, Eagle, Hawk or Phoenix. But I've got posted to... a bird called Heron. Yes, it's an obvious reference to heroine, whereby every house meeting have members smoking heroine. (No, I'm joking. CNB please don't find me. Go crack down Yoke, he wants to go Amsterdam to smoke weed.)

And I just found how that Ms. Nani is still better than most TPJC lecturers. I'm dead serious.

Otherwise, today's been rather fun. S14 went to school today just for one singular PE lesson. After that, we slacked, talked and played sports all the way till 1pm. Then magic happened.

I went for the guitar ensemble auditions. And yeah, after frentically waiting for the results, I finally got in. How can they resist the powerfulness of Jovi 'Michael Angelo Batio von Wolfgang Amadeus Beethoven Sebastian Bach Vivaldi Yngwie Fatsteen Steve Morse" Kartolo? But yeah, I need to accustomise myself to the classical guitar. Been picking so often that my plucking is starting to fail. But otherwise, I guess the guitar ensemble is pretty cool. The more-normal people are there and the population's generally less irritating and less stupid than the school's population. (Even the principal's retarded. She's definitely not my pal.)

For those who don't know, I'm an elitist who has superiority complex. I don't mix well with the neighbourhood students. It's like a pedigree and a mix breed. Those failure of abortions are seriously irritants and a bane to society. (Don't mention, I'm a bane to society too.) But nevermind.

So, I'm in the guitar ensemble with Jia Ying and this is the first time I'm in an aesthetic group. Feels great, eh? But I sooooo want to get into SA JAC. ^^

Oh, and I (finally!!) got invited to a date by a girl. Hahahaha, I know, it's not supposed to be a date THAT way. But yeah, I'm elated that someone cares. No, not thinking weirdly. It's a date with a friend, okay? (Yes, it's my first time. I'm an introvert.)

That's all for now. I'm tired of writing about my day already. Creativity just stops when you're in a shit school like TPJC. (Wait, think positive. Think positive!)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [7:43 PM]*

Tuesday, February 10, 2009 -
Random Post. :

She rested herself on a comfortable sofa and went deep into thought. Her long, silky hair flowed gently down her shoulders as she mused deep in thought. It was a Black Night and the barrage of troubles recently troubled her very much. "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming," she sighed to herself - and having resigned herself to her fate - and placed the crux ordinaria gently in front of her and prayed. "It's all in the mind, yeah, it's all in the mind," she reassured herself. She lazily stretched herself for the Martini Glass on the miniature round table; containing her favorite mix: the Smoke On The Water. It has a tint of Deep Purple, and brings a slight hint of orange. The closest description one may have of the mix is that of Burn. At first touch, the mix doesn't leave a strong taste in the mouth, but afterwards, invokes a strong sensation on the tongue.

That was what she was feeling now; caught in the middle of a hundred and five, the night was heavy but the air was alive. She wasn't Lazy, but the tingle of ice and the cold surface of the glass brought her to a Timeless Miracle.

There was a sudden commotion, but she didn't want to be bothered. The sensation was still in her. The passion's burning. There are whirlpools undernearth the apparent calm surface of the water.

Mizu.

An affinity to water, a calm and rational individual. Opposite to the fiery passions and burning desires, her icy and pristine hands bring warmth and life. Underneath the cold glare is actually a semi-timid person, yet, she is adventurous if need be. A Stormbringer is coming; coming to capture this Child In Time.

The ice tingles as she downed the mix. It cleared her mind and served as a nightcap. The refreshing mix pushed her troubles far aside. The night draws near, there's a full moon. A piercing howl can be heard outside the castle walls. However, she was rest assured. "No men or foul beast shall enter this Sanctuary," affirmed the Last Gate Keeper.

There was a knock on the door. Tapitty-tap. She broke out of her thoughts and put down the glass. Yet another tingle of ice. Feeling rather irritated for being disturbed in the middle of the night, she strolls towards the heavy wooden door and opened it.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but a traveller told me to give this letter to m'lady. It's of utmost importance," whispered the servant. She hastily accepted the letter and closed the door.

The wooden door creaked. There was a seal on the letter that mysteriously resembled a fiery rune.

Kaji.

An Anima within me, an Animus within her. A fragile equilibrium between us, a forged bond, a special chemistry. She opened the letter with bated breath...

A sparkle lighten in her eyes. Her spirits were high. She could feel joy within her. No longer was she troubled by her troubles.

The letter starts as such: Suiliad...

-End-



PS. This is a fairly random fiction that I've written in my spare time. Like my past works, they do in fact, (if you haven't realised thus far), mirror some part of my life. The recent discovery of Anima/Animus was maybe the catalyst for me writting this down. And maybe due to some other people... But yeah, Yoke, Aaron, Desmond and Jon had been wonderful team members and friends. A certain few I had in my heart, I wouldn't mention any further. Y'all know who you are. It's been a tough time (maybe not so) for me. It takes a while to get accustomed, but I'm glad the creative juices are finally coming back. The story's incomplete (as usual), due to time constraints. I'll have to wake up early and such and probably (like all my other works), will be incomplete. Fret not though, for if I have the time, I have in mind to compile everything into one single complete work. It'll be awesome stuff. Wait for it. :)

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [9:02 PM]*

Monday, February 9, 2009 -
En Garde. LXXXIV. :

Be on guard, because ready or not, obstacles will come at you at such frightening speeds that the impact will blow your minds out.

This is officially my first day in a JC. TPJC it is, and I woke up at 5.20am. It was crazy for someone who's perenially late like me. Nevertheless, I was surprisingly awake at 5.20; I couldn't sleep anymore. I don't know if it's me being anxious or nervous, but it all comes smoothly after that. 09S14 it is for me and at first I thought I've been posted to PCME. I double checked and was extremely glad that I'm posted to PCMEL. H2 Physics, H2 Chemistry, H2 Maths and H1 English Literature. Yes, it's English Lit all over again. But I'm glad I got into English Lit; all the pretty girls are there! :)

Number of hours clocked in school: 8 hours.
Number of hours clocked studying: 2 hours.

I mean, what the flying fresh fowl? It's so stupid to stay in school and they don't allow us to enter late nor leave early. The DM is a totally grotesque and fat Indian, the Principal's nutty and over-dramatic, the students there feel like nothing's wrong at all, the school looks like a prison, the students look like jail convicts and I feel as though that only a select few students are actually sane and not mentally retarded.

The school food is ridiculously cheap and there's a nice, but overpriced cafe just opposite of the canteen. I got an hour worth lecture of Physics which was pretty bad. I shaln't elaborate, but it's damn freaking bad. Even though I'm a slacker, going to school to do nothing is a freaking waste of time. Counter-productive. Revolting.

The best part was Lit lessons. We were supposed to write a poem. And we're doing Proof by something Auburn. Basically, Lit lesson was normal. Other parts of the school are abnormal.

Sometimes, I ask myself. What am I doing?

I'll have to be on guard now.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [5:28 PM]*

Friday, February 6, 2009 -
Hand Of Fate. LXXXIII. :

Do you believe in higher spirituality? Do you believe in the existence of an omnipotent being, God, Allah, Buddha, or others? Do you believe in Fate and Destiny? Or rather, would you believe in one - the one that can help you directly the most - Yourself.

If you ask me, I, in fact, believe in all of the above. Yes yes, I've talked about this a billion times and you're tired of reading/listening to these crap. But it all boils down to one's soul. Dig down deep inside and ask yourself this: Are you contended with what you have now?

Most people will not be contended, even myself included. Of course, when you have a Playstation II, a XBOX, an Ibanez SA, a Duo-Core PC, a Nissan Sunny...

Wouldn't you want more? A Playstation III, a XBOX 360, a Yngwie Malmsteen Signature Stratocaster, a Quad-Core PC, a Lamborghini would then be what you'll be aiming for.

It's tough to be contended with what you want. Since there's always better things in life that one wants to achieve. Wouldn't you want to find your very own pot of Gold behind that awesome rainbow? (Hey, I'm sorry my posts nowadays are very wordy, don't have much time to go posting pictures.)

But then, I believe everyone will be able to find their own pot of Gold behind their own rainbow. It may sound sophisticated and philosophical, but in reality, it's not. I believe if you do your best, and stuff, maybe, just maybe, you'll end up with something that you aren't totally pleased with, but still able to tolerate. It's like that. Life throws you stuff. Either you dodge 'em, or you catch 'em. No one's stupid enough to go head-on with that; you'll end up hurting yourself.

I guess my favorite catchphrase these few months is still, "We still have a fighting chance. Slim it may be, but there's still chance. The Flame of Anduril will burn on!"

Even though we may lose, but a man's not defeated until he gives up. Aaron just told me that 3/5 of Impreza will be playing tomorrow's competition. Been a long while since you've seen me play DotA competitively, but I think the chances of us winning Impreza is not really high. Nevertheless, I still think that we'll put up a GG for 'em, and be seen losing graciously. Of course, no one likes losing. If it was the Jovi a few months ago, I'd probably be pretty angry and frustrated. But no longer, because I believe that sometimes, one can forego pride if need be. But without pride, I'm no longer who I am. So they say, "失败是成功之母." Or in English: Failure is the success of mother. But, for those who know me well, I don't take failure easy. So, we'll probably go for a team outing tomorrow if we lose/win. Doesn't matter, we'll still party.

Yoke -> Captain Haddock. Trademark for drinking lots of hard liquor and shouting "wadda f**k".
Aaron -> Ash Ketchup 'cos he caught 'em all. He swears lesser.
Desmond -> Aaron's 'pokemon', but he's a really nice guy afterall. He swears the least.
Jon -> We know him well. Death metal growler and really nice guy. Only explodes when he gets kp'd by me. Hardly swears too.
Jovi -> Most kp of 'em all. Swears the most and is (successfully) trying to cut down on swearing. Ironically, the smallest build too. (But maybe the most intelligent. :p) Not to mention, he kicks the most arse in DotA, but it's self-proclaimed. Nastiest person to be met.

Nevermind that, if you already don't know, I haven't got posted to SAJC; the requirements are too high. But seriously, Presley is really cute. So, I went to TPJC and got through hell loads of trouble and wasted around $30 on cab fares, and finally got in. Although I'm not entirely satisfied; not because of the JC, but the troublesome-ness of such a faraway JC. For those who don't know me, I usually wake up around 7pm when I was still back in TKSS and usually am late for school. Even though it takes me 20 minutes (bus), 10 minutes (bike) and 15 minutes (walk) to get to school.

Distance's a real big problem for me. I take going to Parkway as being far. I almost died when I went to take bus from home to SAJC, home to TPJC, TPJC cab to NYP, and all the way back. Seriously, even though Singapore's a really tiny dot, you can't believe how relieved I was when I reached back in the safe comfort of my own home.

So, 船到桥头自然直. In English, it means "when the boat goes to the bridge, it becomes straight immediately." So, I'll just let nature takes it course and, from afar, alter it slightly so it won't be so off-course at the end of the day. Afterall, we all aim for higher motives in Life.

--Intermezzio Cut--
Aaron's classmates get owned 1000 times, but they don't care, they just have fun. It's just a game to them.
Choir boys get owned 2 times, but they're so angry they banned me from playing DotA.

Sometimes, talking with Aaron is just TOO funny. But sometimes, a slight trace of truth can be found in humour, just to vary that old saying a little.

Yoke reads the Sun Tzu. I told him this. "Only the smart read and actively use the Sun Tzu."
Gosh, there are indeed like-minded people in this world. Hence, I feel pleased that not everyone's really stupid.
--Cut done.--

Sorry for the generally messiness of this post. There's just so many emotions being felt at this moment and I'm really feeling very... I don't know how to describe it, but it's that time of the night, when I'm talking to one or two special individuals and it feels really comforting and warm. Poetic, ain't it? ^^ If I were to say it now, I think I'll have to rip it off yours. "I love you, the end. I don't want and don't need a redo."

Hence there's only very few people whom I believe are that close to me in Life. So far, the number's less than 10, but I'm contended already. The sort of feeling cannot be described. I guess it all happens when you reach a certain point in life. And I still don't know why I'm droning on and on about Life and things like that. Philosophies I guess.

For my concerned (or lack thereof) readers, I'm not emo or depressed. I'm really feeling happy from the bottom of my heart now. :) I'll remember the 4 year pact. I will.

So for now, I shall be contend with TPJC and with a match tomorrow, I shall sleep now, (It's 2am) and get ready for battle. The Flames of Anduril shall shine again!

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:56 PM]*

Thursday, February 5, 2009 -
Taste Of Defeat. LXXXII. Mk II. :

Things just ain't going too very well for me nowadays. Either the luck's gone out of the window, or Life's getting a lot tougher. I almosted wanted to give up, really. Such a blow to my morale, to my confidence, I was actually contemplating surrender.

There was no more motivation to get into a JC after that catastrophic defeat. What's more, the appearance of such a perfect rival seriously screwed me over totally. The perfect boy to be casted into a yaoi/bishonen type of show. I looked at him and, heck, even I think that he's really cute. I think his name is Presley or something, his voice is really soft and I can't really hear him clearly. Plus, he's rich - judging from his expensive watch, phone, bag and sneakers. He's got real beautiful eyes; the kind of slightly long eyelashes and brown eyes. Then he has the perfect height and size, shorter, but buffer than me.

Of course, getting owned by such a guy is a big blow to my confidence, but as all things go, God made no one perfect. So yeah, life's like that. You gain some, you lose some.

--I realised I didn't post this one, and thus skipping LXXXII all over again. My bad.-

The upper post was due a week back, and this is about TPJC. Just a short message, but I guess I'll have to adapt to change. Yes, stop whining, and adapt to change.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [1:11 PM]*

Monday, February 2, 2009 -
Refining Infinite Definitions. LXXXII. :

Hello everyone! I guess Life has just dealt out a major Joker for everyone who's going to be 17 this year.

Well, Life's dealt me a Joker that's a real riddle. A tough nut to crack. I may even think that it's given me so tough a question that this smart-arse is scratching his head, looking for clues on how to solve it.

So, I'll pose a question to my dear readers: How do you solve a paradox?

Logically speaking, in order for a paradox to be called a paradox, it has to have two matters of conflicting nature, such that it is impossible for either one to be solved. So, how then, do people solve paradoxes?

A classic example of a paradox is the 矛 and the 盾, or in English, the spear and the shield. A merchant, when asked by a potential buyer on the quality of his spear and shield, replies that his spear can pierce through anything and his shield can block any attacks. Then, when asked what will happen when his spear attacks his shield. Thus, the merchant is unable to respond as it is apparently a paradox.

Although I'm not self-contradictory, but there really is too much to think and to do, and yet time does not permit me to do so. I'm slightly confused and thrown off-track by the recent posting results, but nevermind, I shaln't dwelve into that.

But, after a few days of thought and advice from good people, I've come to a decision. I think the best advice is still from Tricia though. But as we talked on more and more, we actually went back to the past. And heck, even with my crappy, 'selective' memory, I still vaguely remember what we've done back then.

I guess it's all 6/6 over again. With a 6/6 gathering, which is HELL YEAH IT'S ABOUT TIME.

The people I remembered more are those who are outstanding or are in one way or another linked to me. From the Jane gang, to the Man Sheng gang.

I remembered...

Tricia as being very quiet. Still water runs deep, they say.

Jane as being sweet, the one who would go around helping others.

Adeline as being very level-headed and one who would solve problems fast.

Melissa as the bubbly one, pretty sensitive to feelings too.

Jun Yin as the 'sunshine' girl.

It seems that every one of 'em are different from one another and sounds like it's ripped off from some cliche anime, right?

Now, the Man Sheng side.

Man Sheng as the buff dude, delinquent and the 'leader'. A national swimmer he is and I'm smarter than him even though he's in RJ. (Kicked out.) Oh, and he has a crap attitude.

Jin Hong as the counterpart of Adeline, usually level-headed and thinks fast.

Hau Ming, nicknamed Pau for his fatness, the big-sized and (if I were to be mean.) less-smart person.

Jayme as being the good-looking, Sasuke-ish character in our group.

Wei Xuan as Wei Dao/Fat Bear, for being chubby and cute.

BENJAMIN TAN as being the fat, rich and perverted shorty in our group. But I was pretty close to him last time, we were like brothers. I remembered I got the WWE Hotpack from his Birthday and it was epic LOL. (Benjamin, Wei Xun, Man Sheng and Jayme all scammed my money on WWE cards before.)

Frederick as being Fried D**k, Zhaber, Zhalan. Yeah, talk about being immature. He's the dude that's always making trouble. But I'm somehow always way ahead of him in that.

Jia Ji as the oversized crybaby, one who would always pick fight with Man Sheng and end up crying.

Then that's all for Jane and Man Shengs' groups. But there are a few others whom I keep in touch after 6/6, basically Eugene 'Xiao Si Ren' Seow, Yi Qian, Darrell, Byeon and Tricia.

Let's redefine excellence! TKSS no more, KHS no more, it's nowhere out for our lonely blogger here...


Charge on with life he shall! It's going to be the 300 all over again.

||Sheyanne|| wrote to you at [10:22 PM]*

Jovi Kartolo.
AKA Sheyanne Rainstorm.
16, but I'm an immortal.
An aspiring game designer.
Rawrs.

Suikoden series.
Blizzard series.
Romance and action animes. [Shaman King]
Generally all metal bands. [Deep Purple]


A renown game designer.
Endless Time [Impossible]
Nothing more, I'm a very simple person.
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