Truth and Lies have never fought as real as two deulists in a death duel

I can say that this is one long break i took from blogging, unintentional, though. well, to blog, i ave to go online. I went online just now, and fear is gripping me. The fake one watches...... real is better.

Truth and Lies have never fought as real as two duelists in a death duel.

That is so true. I like books. I like french bread. I like random. I like books. I like coffee. =D

Homework ahoy, and i still need to fix my links. Then its 1984 thingy for me to do.

Code

well, i am still not any better with regards to the homework thingy. I still suck. Hehe. Too bad....

Then I fell sick, got better, then had relapse. Then my nose bled for a long time after dinner.

And i cant believe it; Fate/unlimited codes is coming to psp too! And i like the song. And i notice FSN theme songs were all sung by sachi Tainaka. That must work good for her portfolio. Type-Moon must pay well.

And, yes, i have fixed othr things up too. Then that makes for - other things!

Library. Kaypoh. 'Different'.

March Hols

Maybe to be frank - I'm not quite feeling up to standards lately. I dont realy know. Or do i? I guess... I may.

It could be that things are simple repeating themselves a la 2008. That do put me off. That makes it a year. Well, one that i might have been better off forgetting ya know. So, logic speaks now, if this year is a repeat and thereafter, and i should forget them, then i should forget like every year then. That leaves me with - no years to remember. Bah, humbug, pessimism.

Then as i wrote theres a sudden wierd mood change. Yay. So much homework.... Wait, Eureka!! I have found the source of my depression! Its in the BLOODY HOMEWORK!

3

One, two, and three.
Anime, books, and food.
Accomplice and partner and friend and HUMAN SHIELD?
And that makes four that means death.

One got the deserved. One was not what
She was meant to be. And the last victim -
Another victim, to karma.
The teacher cares not. As for the last -

Play the damn second, no fifth fiddle.
And the salt dissolves the strings
They snap! The sound hurts the bat
as it wakes my heart and shivers me.

I could swing a sword with you at my side,
I could too, live with you in sanctuary.
But you, I wont take this. I saw it coming -
No stuffing, no kid stuffing. Never.

Go Fourth and drown in hopelessness.
You were petty, you will pay.
An otaku's disgrace will come for your heart.
Tell me when, and i will get you two -

Together, while I try the same for myself,
Only later, with just 3.

A Sunday drabble. It has meaning, though.

Here is how you make investments.

I was curious, I was bored. I was tricked, maybe. It was friday afternoon.

Difference lies all in how you say it so. And toys for tai-tais. SPeak of such things. How strange.

Pity cant be squeezed out of the spongy people, after much is used up. This is a competition to you only. That alone makes fear in the prize. I cant stop thinking. I cant stop dreaming. Only through much may a chance be taken.

The way my name is mispronounced. The way that I become a mere investment rather than a human. The way people dear to me get looked down upon and hurt. It is nothing at all, compared to the sky. The sky's the limit. And the sky's the best limit (in a certain sense). And with Him, there is no other limit.

Abused Puppy Syndrome?

The title misleads, ignore it. Just a figure of speech. I dont ever like abusing puppies. In fact those who do that.... must die. My title, is a figure of speech. You may want to check it out if anybody liked to, yadda yadda it wont matter to me.
Or so it seems, stuff I write... Is beginning to take its shape. Maybe i like the way characters get portrayed? The sheer scariness (if such a word exists) of a certain person maybe. I never stop thinking that I was foolish enought to ditch even my lifelines, but I think sometimes that it would not be a bad mistake after all. Blood, I dont care. Just turn my head around?

Anyway, I have yet to add character artwork. I will want to upload some when Im done with them. Well, expect something at least. Ishige is back. And thank the new competition that threatens my position as bet mangaka in the cohort. Haha. But i can always remain friends with friendly rivals. =D

Kirei

Aptly named, his existence and personality and looks were an irony to his name. He felt that he only knew how to disappoint. He disappointed others, he disappointed himself. He thought that moths were pretty, not butterflies. He was everything he did not want to be. Or was it? Descended into a tunnel of nihilism. Hopeless.

I came in and saw the armies come too. I never conquered, though. I'm not Julius Caesar. Im just, maybe lowly Sima Yi?

20th

Knowing that I blogged less these days, it's no suprise that there will inevitably be a lot more things in this one post. More specifically, the 20th post.

Its been.... a week maybe? Ok. So I have seen a lot of things. Maybe I should have known, that even the most hard-headed of people fall to stealthed movements of the tongue. Should I think yet again? Poor is the one who cast off his last coin. On purpose cos he'd rather have a $50 note. Ok.... Some analogy. Some analogy.

To see death, or just plain emo casualties. That's the pirce for my future. That's the price i have to pay for pleasing my father. That's the price for finding out the things that stay unknown. That is the price for self-gain. That's the price for takin a risk. That's the price for science. The price - great loss. For even the weak come, the weak shed their blood and others' too. The sky is never as it was the way I liked it. The colours of red and orange and purple and pink and vermillion i miss. And in the end, a red ocean, bloody and unfishable. The bodies of the fallen, the arrows flying from their bows, they all block my way. The wounded, they need help; the victims they need help; the help I should give (should I?). As I stumble and drown in my lifeblood, I realise the truth that was taught not - I have lost.

Counter-hero

It's an ever present feeling to fight for what one percieves as right. even now my hand trembles as it tries to control itself. Trying to control the rage that will not even work cos I dont know who its actually for.

In short, pretty knife GOOD. Villian BAD. Equation: someone has it coming. NOthing personal, but... I am that sorta person to do countering for other friends.

Nothing. Bad.

Well, nothing much to say, 'cept that another week starting. I dont know why but i fear new weeks in school. Guess is cos of the long road to TGIF you see. Oh, and somebody mentioned my being emo. Oh come on..... Im not emo! Don't take into account the seemingly scary lady in black with the weapons at the roof of my blog. She's not that much of a goth, or emo. Actually pretty moe as standards go. But maybe emotionally scarred.

Subject options, annoying if not downright worthy of dislike, as always. The usual submit-to-my-choice-or-else routine from my dad. And i realised that all the time when i obey him, its always done out of fear. But, since theres nothing new to complain, then i shall shut up and think about happy things. Hey, don't laugh! I have been happy before and i can be happy now if i want to! IN YER FACES! HAHA!

But, i wish to leave on a good note so ja ne~ =D

Like a person with 2 sore fingers

Hmmm, is two fingers sprained a good sacrifice? Yeah.... I guess. Just heal to make up for it. But, no smsing or gaming with two sore fingers then. Small loss. But wait, then how am i typing? Whoa i heal fast. Im impressed! Thats healing factors for you. Wish everybody had it in them.

I did promise previously a poem. So ~

If you were a monster in recent night
The unmentionables anywhere in your skull
May prove that, firstly, life ain't dull
This is normal normal do not fright.
For gone are your halycon days of old.

If you were led to conflict shameful shameful
Make your valiant stand for whate'er reason be
But heed this: None else 'cept your foe must see
And keep to heart in chest, Be good and blissful.
Cos' a good heart to fellow person makes black and white.

When you are done with the rigors countless
And when you have loved and accepted that monster;
That in your eyes is perfection deserved of that monster.
Carry on the good example - be kind and selfless.
For then is any heart satisfied, wholly, whatsoever comes.