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August 29th 2003 entry

All-right, so this neglected blog of mine is finally updated. I bet no-one cares. I don't care. Neither do you. Neither does the rest of the world. All-right, fine, I'm cantankerous, and I'm not exactly omitting a very affinity-centered vibe right now. Maybe it's because of Post-Whatever-Stress-Syndrome. Maybe it's because of the I'm-Me-Syndrome. Whatever it is, I'm not too sure. And my parents have just come home. To find me typing away on the internet while trying to upload a picture I did. Or non-picture, whatever you choose. I tend to think it's 'abstract.' Really. Abstract is a nice word for "piece of crap" or all that innuendo. Anyway, my whole point of actually running this blog is to rant. And here it is, the first of all rants that I have ever put up.


    And now for the honorary position
  • Lizzie McGuire - Now, she's not exactly an anime character, but because I despise her so much, I had to put in an honorary position for her. Dizzy Ms. Lizzie is the orthodox version of blonde airhead. She teaches everyone that the only worry and teenager needs to care about is if their nail polish is one shade too light (or too dark, your preference). And Dizzy Ms. Lizzie also manages to say to whatever viewers she has out there that any 14 year old can go to a trip to Rome where they will instantly meet up with a great star and perform their way to the apex of their careers. Oh, and she also says that no matter what, little brothers will never cease to haunt you with their pranks that you can dodge every day. And what is with her clumsiness? Is it supposed to add a fault to her? It didn't work. It only made her even more ‘Dizzy’. Like she's on speed or cocaine, maybe even LSD. Or maybe she has the munchies. Another 'asset' to the story that never manages to elude me is the fact that all middle-classed families will give a cordless phone, boom-box, 2 of the newest laptops, many, many video-cameras, digital photography equipment, and 3652 pairs of clothes and shoes to wear for the decade (the extra 2 is for leap years) for each of their children. Oh yeah, and friends don't need to ask parents to visit every single day. They also don't need a car. They can just walk 30 kilometers to their friends' houses. It makes them healthy.

Can you blame me for not liking these characters?

August 23rd 2003 entry

Yes, I love Seifer and Quistis pairings. Shuddup.


Go to Seiftis Board

Kudos to whoever made this. It's so pretty I could cry.

Whoop de do. So you've finally stumbled into this shabby site of mine. I don't know what to say except that I suck at HTML, or have a small knowledge of it, such that my site is incrediblyboring.
Anyway, all introductions and formalities aside, this is my blog. Yes. My dear, old, one day aged blog. And Mr.Blog isn't very nice either, Mr.Blog, like my computer, likes to eat away at lines. Mr. Blog does not make images appear. And this time I actually put down the right links too. I can cry. But I won't. I hate crying. It's not me, and it will never be 'me.'
You all probably think I'm some cynical kid, and truth be told, my computer does too.

    Things that irk me: chapter 1, volume 1.
  • Mary-Sues. What could possibly be more annoying? I suppose people in Japan really like characters such asJulia (cowboy bebop). I still haven't fully forgiven Spike-baby for going after her and ffing dying. What has the world come to?
  • Another thing I completely hate is when others decide to pat me on the head. Now I say there is nothign wrong with this, but it makes me feel even more short than I am. That is correct. I am short. I am no longer in denial about it, after all, how could I deny the fact that everyone else is 3 or 4 inches taller than me?
  • I can't stand people who judge me. That's correct. Just because I'm Asian doesn't mean I'm some book-worm that teeters on the edges of adversity.
  • Why hasn't JV Jones made more books? I love her books. I hate Melli though. She's a Mary Sue. Ick.

Faye and Spike

I'm completely bored out of my mind as of late. Went to the mall today. Saw a couple of people chase my friend and me around so that we could buy perfume. We didn't buy it, in the end, for it smelled like a bag of trout intermixed with an expired batch of crocodile liver. Yes, that scary.
I have this fetish for playing around with font sizes and all that innuendo. I can't understand why people don't like to do it! Maybe it's because it annoys other people? Anyway, I haven't figured out how to actually write in different fonts. Karp, the deity of food, knows that I hate that font. I would much prefer Arial. Or, to some degree, that 'wingding' thing. It looks cool, and I have fun cracking the code.
so we're back to where we were and I guess I've finally decided to make note of this.

    What I'm listening to

  • Natalie Imbruglia: Torn
  • Clay Aiken: Invisible
  • Ruben Studdard: Flying Without Wings.
  • Seal: Kiss From a Rose
  • Evanescence: Bring Me to Life

So you see, all these together never really did make such a great mix. But in a way it's kind of funky, I guess that's just me talking though. As for now, I need lip balm. Seriously need it. My lips are cracking open and I fear if I leave them dry for one more minute they might start to fall off. Yes, I'm melodramatic, but I'll start to try and make it a good trait instead of one that annoys the heck out of everyone. *cat ears*