A blah for your thoughts?

psychology. authorship. science fiction. the beatles.

Oh, and anime too. To those who held true to my potato beliefs, it saddens me to tell you that I've been a convert for some months now. This means, I'm more focused in my resolve to learn the language of the rising sun more than all other pleasures at hand.

This is still the best Romeo and Juliet I've come across. It's taken from one of the episodes when they were still kids.



Cuteness to the max. Those taiwanese chicks don't even come close. Pui!

beauty and the tragedy.

I admit, I can jump to fruitless conclusions. For that, I'm sorry.

Still, to say that I don't offer chances for an explanation, would make a fallacy out of my faults. I always want to hear what someone else has to say, even if it might not be the entire truth.

Thus, if you still refrain from coming up to me and clearing the misunderstanding caused, never ask me years from now if I still hold it against you. I will just turn my head and walk away.

Just the thought of history repeating itself disgusts me.

With that settled, I can finally turn to the very little things that made me smile, hours before...

There are no other reasons. Being with her makes my heart glad. Instead of trying to rationalise issues mathematically, I thank God for allowing me to enjoy every moment, even if it means waiting a million light years. Patience is after all, a virtue so many of us lack these days.

More than anything, I thank Him for answered prayers...and technicolor dreams.

'my beloved, prepare to die'

For the record this is not some psychotic entry where I declare by unrequited love to an image or person that might not exist. Given the present circumstances,I'm not close enough to get burnt yet. So to those who have asked, I hope this would dispel your fears.

But before I burrow myself in the study of depth perception and distributive coding, I'm pleased to say that my trichromatic abilities have allowed me once again, to indulge in some decent chilvary and romance of the Tokugawa period, anime-style no less. ;)

In terms of orginality, 'Basilisk: the kouga ninga scrolls' falls short when compared to other productions such as Ghost in the Shell and Full Metal Alchemist. The word 'basilisk' is a medieval creature with eyes that can cause death in a single glance. Here, it refers to the power possessed by the female protagonist Oboro, who falls in love with the young master of the rival Kouga ninga clan, Gennosuke. It's a wasabi-flavoured 'Romeo and Julet', minus the frivolity or emotional extraversion intrinsic to older romantic tragedies. Despite their deep love for one another, both characters are bound by duty to become enemies. Even in secret, Oboro can only put her hand near him, to give the appearance of affection through their shadows. Such shy reserve is so endearing, don't you think?

However, it would be a thematic fallacy to generalise such a relationship to the rest of the characters. The anime has a 'mature' rating for intense blood, gore, freak-show characters and even abnormal sexual behaviour. On the last point, imagine having a beautiful and incredibly sexy girlfriend who has venomous breath when she is sexually aroused. I bet impotence will be nothing short of a global pandemic.

Perhaps the only prominent drawback are the quick deaths early in the series (3 Kouga freaks killed in a span of 5 episodes...wth), but I guess that was devised to allow the producers to develop the more essential cast. It's an average 3/5 for the more pro sci-fi anime fan, but nevertheless, this film is a sophisticated update of Shakespearean discourse.

it doesn't make sense...

I know at this point you don't feel like talking to me about her, but what you said makes no blardy sense at all.

I'm sure you are fully aware. If I state my intention...it's all over. But on the other hand, what gives you the idea she's expecting me to say something anyway? Either she is aware and avoiding, or she really doesn't give a shit AT ALL.

Sigh.

Even friends far away from me don't treat me like cold ice. (Unless they've cut some deep wounds)

I guess at the end of everything, I'm not even her friend to begin with.

HECK la, I need to plan my Nihon trip and find some blue-eyed geisha to shag!

Zen out

Running is like sex. It boosts your immunity, clears your mind and keeps you fit. Oh yes, it can be 'multi-orgasmic' too, if you know how to control your speed :P

So I was down at the park after a 2 month hiatus, running away because the problems just couldn't seem to fade. The bad part is I don't confront anyone. When it's unjust suffering, I drag my feet and turn my other cheek. When someone else has a problem, I shrug it off and tell myself to let it go.

With regards to the last post (which I have promptly deleted), I've been questioning the feelings deep inside. I always wished our paths would never cross, that I can bury all the shit for good and exorcise all my demons, including you. Sadly, for reasons that I couldn't forsee, such hopes were not meant to be. If you ever happen to drop by this site, it is my hope that one day, you will understand that perfect strangers are by far happier than awkward friends.

At times, I do wish I had my dad's balls in life. Having emo-DNA cruise through my veins can be a tad too distressing. There is nothing passionate, romantic or noble in getting disappointed by someone who delivered the coup de grace in destroying every single shred of youthful ideal you once embraced, for from that moment a true-blue cynic was born. While friends and family encourage you to have a heart of gold, you know that just being 'super-nice' is gonna get you bruised and battered all over again.

This reminds me, I need to buy a stronger pest repellant. LOL

Total retards



"I'm cute because I can take my bra out in 5 seconds."

hahahahahaha.

Welcome Back...



The wait has been long enough.

Now, if I may so digress...

After reading a friend's blog, the idea of 'looking' kinda came to mind again, bringing me back to this quintessential dilemma: Is singlehood such a pathetic state of existence that we should tear ourselves apart for it?

After brooding and running a check on my own system, I couldn't find an answer. The only thing that came to mind was this vicious cycle, which was such a blardy turn-off.

1)Everyone is looking.
2)If not everyone, then some
3)Some are open about it, others just say 'no la' but jump on the next best wagon
4)Those that jump on the wagon love to openly/subtely brag about it
5)Such show-offs make the emo-kids feel left out
6)The emo-kids lament about it and influence the non-lookers
7)The non-lookers join the emo-kids in quiet desperation.
8)Everyone is looking.

Don't approach me for solutions, I'm stuck somewhere in it too.

Paka!