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Fated Faith?

2006-04-04T00:42:00.000-04:00

Stories have no beginnings nor do they ever end. Storytellers bring you in at arbitrary points of their story and have you leave abruptly, allowing you a short glimpse in the lives of the characters and share in some of their joy and sorrow. The story existed before we joined and will continue to exist after we have gone. So come gentle reader and let us join a tale already in progress at a disreputable tavern on the outskirts of a dark wood (don’t most stories?). One would expect a tavern such as this to be populated with all sorts of unsavoury characters engaged in shady undertakings with the atmosphere one tense breath away from a brawl. This however is not the case as you walk inside. There is but one patron that you can see, and at a closer glance he seems to be a distinguished looking gentleman albeit with his face hidden in shadow. He seems to be enamoured by the play of light across his table as the fire flickers and dances. He is not important to you and thus you look away and see another in the shadows, teeth glinting in the dark as he leers and beckons. Making sure your sword is close to your side and your dagger is safely concealed in your sleeve, you cautiously make your way to his table. He grins once more at your apprehension and passes you a mug filled to the brim with some sort of steaming drink. You take a careful sniff and drop in some powder, which the apothecary has assured will nullify all poisons. One cannot be too careful after all.

A thin rasping laugh arises from the old one’s throat and his watery growl echoes in your ears, “Easy child, If I wanted you dead, you already would be.” Your voice sounds quavery to yourself as you reply; “I trust no one, least of all you.” He looks at you once more with his piercing eyes and states quietly, “Far be it from an old man to tell the youthful what they should do. However, I trust the job I requisitioned you for has been adequately completed?” You give no verbal response, and silently pull an object out from the sack by your side. His greedy hands grab it and he looks upon the face of your dead king. He kisses the cold forehead and a tear drips unnoticed down his cheek. You wonder about this strange old man who commissions a kill and then weeps at the sight of his dead quarry. This ceases the second you hear his cracked voice ring out across the empty tavern, “Oh my son, why must you still hurt me so? Why did you make me do what I had to do? How many times must you break my heart?”

At the end of this lament, the man you saw as you walked in has moved to your back, his face hidden beneath his hood. You feign ignorance and watch his hands from the corner of your eye while still keeping an eye on the man who is crying over the son he has killed. You notice a glint of light and in a flurry of movement you are out of chair and twisting in the air. Your dagger flies out from your hand and smacks into the hooded man’s head. The next instant, your sword is in your hand with its point touching the old man’s neck, who does not even glance at it, his gaze intent on the severed head between his hands. You hear a rage filled voice shout, “What in the five hells is going on?” and are startled to realize that it is yours. He looks up at you and replies in a weary voice, “I cannot let my son’s murder go unpunished.” You gape at him like he has grown another head, “You were the one who commissioned me to do so!”

“Be that as it may, I must still avenge him.” With that the old man thrusts himself forward, your sword sheathing itself in his neck. A fountain of blood gushes out, flowing over the head of his head, as a sort of final offering. You shake your head at the madness of the world and sheathe your sword. You turn to walk out and realize that the room is spinning. It seems to be hard to breathe and throat is constricted. Your limbs lock and you fall across the body of the man who tried to knife you. Your last coherent thought is one of admiration and you have the give the devil his due. The old bastard really played you and planned out all eventualities, for the dead face staring at you is of the apothecary you went to this morning. After that you know no more. I must apologize dear reader, for I have led you astray. I claimed that stories have no endings and continue on, but some stories do have endings, namely your own. They’ll dump your body in the morning.

All is Illusion

2006-03-19T01:26:00.000-05:00

Illiterate I wait,
for these letters to take shapes.
Forming words that do not satiate
the appetite of my hate that drapes,
bodies in the dull light of the moon.
She begins to swoon,
the carnage too much for her to bear,
as he walks away without a care.
Life is dying slowly.

Just felt like it.

2006-02-27T22:41:00.000-05:00

yeah, I did and now i'm posting it. that is the all:

What is hope?
The lack of despair.
What is despair?
The Overburdening of Sorrows.
What is Sorrow?
Too Much Hope.
What is Hope?
The Sun rising again.

You know what they say.

2006-01-28T02:07:00.000-05:00

Sometimes, words are not enough. Sometimes, there’s nothing that will ever fill the empty gaping hole in the middle of one’s heart. Sometimes, there’s nothing there at all. You’re kneeling beside a body, the blood staining your jeans, and you look at the pale face and the unfixed eyes of your best friend and you can’t even bring yourself to cry. All you feel is a cold emptiness and a surge of rage. A cold rage, like the biting winter wind, like the edge of darkness, like the vastness of space. In the end, there’s nothing there but vengeance. All humanity is stripped away, leaving nothing more than a bitter icy core. Looking up at the mocking eyes of the one who has stolen more from you than anyone ever could, you can’t keep yourself in check. Your arm moves of its own accord, whipping a blade at the sardonic face. It’s blocked with ease, but that was only a diversion. You have followed in the shadow of the blade and have your sword raised to even the score. You reckoned without his speed however, and you are parried. He is something more than human, something beyond mortal reckoning, and in the end you have become the perfect counterpart to him, for you are less than human now.

He has power and wisdom on his side, all you have is an icy anger that keeps you alive through all the wounds you have suffered. In the end, it’s not enough, it never is. Anger can only take you so far, keep you going only so long. You are spent, and nothing remains. Sometimes, apathy is a stronger force than anything under the stars. You’ve already lost everything and there’s nothing more to lose. Nothing matters anymore, and in the end, a life is nothing more than a bag of bones and flesh. So you attack with reckless abandon, heedless of any consequences. You parry an attack with your left arm, losing it in the process, however it gives you an opening and you take it. A head falls upon the bloody ground. It is not yours. Your vision however begins to blur, your knees buckle, and you fall upon the muddy ground. You dimly feel water on your face and it tastes of salt, it brings back memories, but you don’t care any more. Sometimes, you just want to be alone. Sometimes, death doesn’t bring the release you wanted. There’s no sense of satisfaction, there’s no sense of despair, there’s no sense of rightness that you’ve done something that needed to be done. Sometimes, there’s just emptiness. Sometimes, that is good enough. Sometimes.

Goddamn Convies!

2006-01-23T23:48:00.000-05:00

Gunther Lipwan was in a good mood today. He had just finished a mission with his fellow warriors in the port town of Andalar, and had garnered quite a bit of loot. He didn't have any of it left now, but the taverns and whorehouses had given him quite a welcome before. And now his squad had been chosen to go through the portal to some backwater world and cow the natives. It was another chance for his men to shine, and perhaps pick up some of the native girls while they were there. Yes indeed, Gunther Lipwin was a happy man.

The new day dawned bright and clear as the men of Task Force alpha checked up on their automatic weapons and prepared for their journey through the portal. Lipwan signalled his troops and they marched through the portal in an ordered formation. He needed his troops to maintain control till they had sufficiently scared the natives, then the looting and ravaging could start. He felt his nerves tingle as he traversed through light-years and arrived at the backwater world the spooks were calling Kalak. It didn't look that different from home, though it did seem to be technologically backwards. The portal had opened onto a highway, and it seemed that the natives still drove hydrocarbon fuelled vehicles. He was further surprised to see that there seemed to be some sort of welcoming comittee waiting right by the portal. One of the natives detached himself from the rest of the group and bowed towards Gunther's men. He spoke something in his own tongue which the translator translated roughly as: "Welcome to our fair world, hopefully you are here on missions of peace and trade and will not try to disrupt the harmony of our planet."

Hearing this caused many of Gunther's men to burst out into raucous laughter. He put on the most innocent expression he could on his face and said: "Of course not, we come to raise up your world to the level of our own." After this he shut of the translator and added in an undertone, "Kill him." A bullet shot out from the back ranks, striking the native who had spoken in the face. A second after this, Gunther shouted another command, "Shoot at will!" and a hundred men opened fire upon the massed natives who had come to attend them. Acrid smoke filled the air, and Gunther Lapwin noticed a distanct lack of horrified screams. As the smoke cleared, he saw why. There was some sort of shield that had protected the natives from the hail of gunfire and that annoyed him to no end. Why had the spooks not told him that there was magic upon this world? Well, he had come prepared in any case, and got ready to order his men to switch weapons. His words got caught in his throat as the shot native got up as if nothing untoward had happened and started speaking in Gunther's native tongue.

"Fuck man, did you have to do that?" he said, as he spit out the bullet that had been shot at him. "See, now I'm going to have to kill all of you, and your petty little weapons can't do anything." Gunther started to panic and tried to order his men to fire all they had, "Fi--". He never got to finish, b/c the next thing he knew was that he was on the ground and his midsection felt really wet. He looked up at the native who had gutted him and the latters maniacal grin was the last thing he saw.

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Hamil Anderson sat peacefully amongst the carnage he had wrought, picking up choice pieces from the soldiers that had been slaughtered. Some of the uniform pieces and heads would have to be sent through the portal to tell the Calamanci just how much Earth appreciated their hostile actions. Whistling a soft tune under his breath he walked off in the direction of his car, uncaring of the blood dripping down his coat or the viscera that coated his hands. Hamil never worried about such small technicalities.

This is a new begining and an old end.

2006-01-07T02:16:00.000-05:00

It depends,
said the angel as it descends,
upon the milk of human kindness.
The beginning is a kind of madness,
said she with obvious glee.
Make of it what you will as you flee
from the fires of desire,
and become one with the heavenly choir.
Keep it with you till the end,
for the beginning none can comprehend.

Merry Christmas! (sorta)

2005-12-26T01:19:00.000-05:00

His mouth was full of blood. He could taste the coppery tang and realised that he was not long for this world. This just hurried his steps as his mission had to completed. He navigated the myriad pathways of the ancient maze in search of the antechamber. They were not more than five minutes behind him, and they could not be allowed to catch him. There it was, the antechamber he had spent half his life searching. His life's work was almost accomplished. He collapsed through the doorway, his blood coating the ancient runes. At the touch of the briny liquid they burst to life, becoming edged in blinding light. Behind him, his enemies howled in impotent fury. He breathed his last in peace, a smile caressing his dead lips. The changes that started in the antechamber took little time to show their effects in the world above. In a few minutes, all the pollution upon the earth was wiped out. The dying earth was returned once more to its pristine state. Extinct species breathed once more, while dying biomes gulped a fresh breath of life. All began to live in harmony. Another subtle change had begun even before this. All feelings of hate, jealousy, sadness, defiance, and any negative emotion had been wiped from the human psyche. The human genome had all deleterious mutations removed and was ironclad against any future mutations as well. This ensured that the human race had stopped evolving. Everybody had become happy, satisfied and nice, due to the very changes made in them. He had wrought Utopia, but at what cost?

Old story i wrote long ago.

2005-11-30T23:51:00.000-05:00

Imagine a world ruled by the gods. A verdant world with calm blue seas and lush green forests. A world with rolling hills and happy peasants toiling in golden fields. Imagine another world where the ruling parties maintain power through anarchy or an iron fist of cruelty and malice. A world where the land is saturated with the salty blood of thousands, rendering it lifeless, and the seas are choked with the corpses of uncountable more. A world where the trees are pink, and leaving shelter after dark means a swift and certain death. Superimpose those two worlds and it gives us Perdiin: the past and the present. A world shadowed by past atrocities, yet lit up by future portents. A world ruled by the physical manifestations of nature and a world currently locked in an uneasy peace.

Perdiin was, is and will forever be a medium sized world, tucked away neatly in the abyss of space, populated by humanoids and gods. There were no cities in Perdiin, except for the glorious abode of the gods, Danall. A city of the purest marble and alabaster, covering 10 square miles, it was a testament to the power and intelligence of the gods who dwelled in it. Minarets and towers pierced the sky, trying to bully their way into heaven. Buildings of every shape, size, and dimension literally littered the landscape, confusing, beguiling and bedazzling the mind. Hue filled gardens, boasting flowers from all around the world, provided rest stops for tired gods. Gurgling streams and brooks of crystal water slaked thirst and gave welcome distraction from the daily hustle bustle. With all its abundance, grace and the sheer wonder it could inspire in people, Danall was considered the most beautiful place on Perdiin.

Its beauty was further underscored by the blood of thousands who had died to possess it. Armies had broken upon its impassable walls, like waves on a rocky shore, tossing bodies helter-skelter. Taking Danall was impossible, was the boast of the gods, it's defenses were impenetrable they claimed. However, the old adage of "Nothing is impossible" came to haunt their waking moments. The God City's defenses were breached; it's standing army decimated and the gods (to their shock and horror) utterly defeated. To add sulphur to the wounds suffered by the gods, their devastation was orchestrated and carried out by one single solitary mortal (in one sense of the word). She had broken the gods, like a child breaks a toy on his knee. Her rule was absolute, and Danall was the jewel in her iron crown as she ruled its hallowed halls for many years, while the shattered gods regrouped. Gathering the remnants of their dignity, they swallowed their prides and beseeched the mortals for an alliance, to topple their usurper.

In a titanic battle, that would scar the psyches of gods for eons to come, and devastate mortal civilization, the usurper was defeated. Letting her off Scott free was not an option, killing her was impossible. Thus the gods were forced to turn to the eldest of them all, and use forbidden spells to forge a prison separated from the universe, and to place her there. Life then returned to normal in Perdiin, or as normal as it could ever get, but the paranoia of the gods reached a feverish peak, and the world once again was poised on the brink of destruction.

2 times 48 plus 2 plus 1 minus 3 plus 4

2005-11-29T03:29:00.000-05:00

The only thing we are certain of is that we are uncertain.
Think about it, we really don't know anything. We have all these half-baked theories, that in a hundred will be seen as the deranged ramblings of madmen. The world has no concrete basis to exist, nothing we study is concrete, it's ever shifting and in an instant the entire thing could crumble like a stack of badly packed cards.
think about it.

10^2

2005-11-21T00:18:00.000-05:00

another boring poem thingy:

When did life become light?
was it when the birds took flight?
When did death become feared,
rather than something to be revered?
The best friend of the poor,
release from all that will devour.
It ends the misery of living
the stench of pain everclinging,
and brings us the peace of everlasting darkness.

Wintry underpinnings.

2005-11-17T01:47:00.000-05:00

White sheets litter the ground,
some of which you've got to walk around,
lest ye slip and fall,
and upon a doctor have to call.
Ferns glitter upon frosted panes,
That Jack Frost paints with great pains.
Darkness brings peace all around,
there is nary to be heard a sound.
Snow falls softly upon the grass,
as the breath of the dead fogs up the glass.

stuffity stuffed stuff with stuff filling.

2005-11-14T01:45:00.000-05:00

People Dying,
Someone is crying,
tears streaming down his face,
as our world they do deface.
Now we die, the self-destruct they pushed,
our finale has been rushed.
Let me lie in the lap of Death,
dead flowers be my wreath,
no one to care, no one to mourn,
they must have taken a sojourn.
I must be crazy, why do they weep?
as the radioactivity in our bones does seep.
Why do they not care about what they have done,
Why do they not see what they have become?
The world is ending, time is short,
They have destroyed the last resort.
Instead of a brain, there is only mush,
to our extinction why the rush?

Stuffy Stuff.

2005-11-07T23:25:00.000-05:00

Before the beginning, there was Chaos. A maelstrom of elegance, beauty and simplicity. Its description defies the mundane words and letters of us mere mortals, and we must thus be content in imagining what it was like. In order to facilitate, imagine a bowl into which every colour imaginable has been poured. And let it be so that these colours do not mix and meld but instead clash at their edges, and fight for dominance in a never-ending battle. This metaphor affords us a pale semblance of what Chaos might appear like to our feeble minds. However, we might never know, since this state of affairs was not to be. For in the beginning, out of somewhere, arose the Tormentor, the Orderer, the Bane, the Creator, or as his foul, wretched priests are wont to call Him, the Balancer. He gave form to Chaos, miring it within order and forever staining it. HE GAVE IT A NAME! Zalamund He called it, and such a foul name has never been conceived or said. And from the power and substance of our beloved Chaos he raised up this very universe that we live and die in. Remember this well, my brothers and sisters, though we are created and bound in ordered forms, our basest substance is created of Chaos itself. We shall use these very trappings of order that we have the misfortune of being born into, in order to free Chaos from its prison and let it reign once more. For, in the end, there was Chaos.

- Speech given by Zaminor Alkostive, First in the order of the Named One.

2:06 pm, good times.

2005-10-30T02:08:00.000-05:00

nothing much to say, nothing much to do, nothing much to give.
it's that time of day again, and that time of living large. i've been given the manificient task of getting toghether the greatest force the ants have ever seen and to collect enough sugar to build the besterest chemical sequence. It's a given that i myself would not be able to do this without invoking the dread wrath of romans to give us all a headache.

Stuff to read.

2005-09-28T00:42:00.000-04:00

Sandra Wilmins sighed as she ran through the dank streets of Pericles, the frosty night air making icy clumps of her breath. She was definitely not in a good mood. This was her first major mission since her inauguration into T.H.I.N.G and she wanted it to go well. However, her dratted superior had to go away for some alone time and had turned off his cell phone. The 23 year old sighed once more as she reached the park, where Hamil had said he would be. Being raised in a military household had introduced Sandra to the idea of discipline and punctuality at a very young age, and the fact that Hamil Anderson, the head investigator of T.H.I.N.G was such an easygoing and laid-back person really grated on her. It had been 3 months since she had been part of the organization, and she just couldn’t see how he got to the top position. He was always late for meetings, ran around doing whatever he felt like and treated everybody like his best friend, and not like his subordinates. What was worse was that her fellow comrades actually encouraged his wanton behaviour. They treated him like a son, although hearing most of them talk about him, one would put him on the stature of a demi-god. Another thing, that she was kind of ashamed of, was that in her mind, he did not fit the figure of the head of a secret military organization. He was just over five and half feet in height had a really slight build and looked like a librarian or elementary school teacher. She knew it was shallow and all, but why couldn’t he be more like Raj Babbar, the public face of the organization for the past 5 years and her role model. In her opinion, he was the perfect person for the job Hamil currently held. Having watched him for 5 years on television, with his modulated voice talking about how the world was being saved by the then shadow organization T.H.I.N.G, had given her the dream of joining said organization. He was the complete opposite of Hamil, tall, muscular, and mercurial and most of all had the charisma to be a leader. One must realize however, that everything here is the opinion of Ms. Wilmins and as such should be taken with a grain of salt.

What can I say?

2005-09-16T23:27:00.000-04:00

Imagine, if you will, the world balanced at the edge of a precipice. One word from you could either prove to be the salvation of everykind, or the doom of your beloved planet. Imagine, once again, that the reason you are the final hope of humanity is because you are one of the final true humans, the ones born of random chance. Your genetic material was not created or modified in anyway, your parents just took a chance and you were the result. The world however is full of the genrich, and you as a dead and decaying corpse are to be their prophet, leading them to the land of milk and honey, or to the fiery depths of an icy hell. What would you tell God? Would you believe that even due to any changes, they still remain fundamentally human, and still deserve the standard of humanity? or would you believe them to be mere constructs of technology and thus spurn them out of disgust?

ps. this presupposes the notion that God exists, which may or may not be right. For the purposes of this question, please assume that some sort of God does exist. The exact nature of such a God, I leave to you.

Creation timeline sans dates as created by God

2005-09-11T01:26:00.000-04:00

Create Universe. Why is it so cold and empty?
Create Stars. Damnit, I messed up. They’re too far apart, stupid universe is still cold. I need a jacket but they haven’t been invented yet.
Create the planets by causing supernovas. Wanton Destruction, so much fun!
Hold random lottery to pick a planet to seed with life. Thank Me that numbers are a natural and immutable force of nature. :D
Planet picked not in a good location, oh wells, what can you do.
Seed planet with life.
Unicellular organisms too boring, prod them to evolve.
Animals too boring, create beings in my image and give them egos to match.
Humans really annoying, but they give me nice meat, so I’ll let them live.
Jacket!! Finally!!!!!!
This sucks, i'm going to go create another universe..

meh.

2005-08-30T23:54:00.000-04:00

As Alan walked through the streets, he reflected upon the fact that the world was really a weird, weird place. How could a place with such good and kind people be marred with such suffering and misery? How could the actions of a few depraved individuals (even though, a few in this sense would potentially stand for millions, but that’s the author’s perspective, Alan is more of an optimist.) stand out more than the actions of countless good people? It was mind boggling. His good nature and youthful naivety could not understand the state of the planet he lived on. Life was funny, and seeing how he was in charge of it, kind of unnerving. He had tried to ask his counterpart, Lakhim, just what he was supposed to do, ie. supervise births or whatnot, but the enigmatic individual had just told him, “You’ll find out.” It was quite annoying to the new recruit, but he wasn’t going to argue with Death. So he had decided to walk around the streets of one of the most deadly cities on earth, to see what he could dig up. So far, all he could see was human cruelty and the aftereffects. This did not seem to be his domain, but that of his opposite, who would free the souls of the tormented from the last painful gasps of life. All he could see was that life brought misery.

Itenary of daily events that make up the life of a single being.

2005-08-23T00:01:00.000-04:00

Basically this is what i did on the weekend of the 13th and 14th of august 2005.

Saturday:
6am - woke up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth with sensodyne and a toothbrush.
7am - After breakfast, got into the car and got driven to finch station by my dad
7:20am - Got onto the leftmost subway at finch station, which would potentially lead me to my doom, or to yonge station, most likely the latter.
7:50am - Reached yonge station and navigated the human masses of flesh and bone to successfully reach a subway train to take me to St. George Station.
7:56am - Reached St. George Station and started walking to UC.
8:10am - Reached UC and got my T-shirt and room key, also walked to the Croft Chapter House for breakfast and Coffee.
8:25am - The frosh arrive, so we get them sorted into their groups and get to know them better. :D
9:30am - Stuff happens, something about leadership or something.
10:15am - Recess!!!!!!!
10:30am - Lecture stuff.
11:30am - Lunchtime! Tiny sandwiches by the millions!
12:15pm - Trust reaffirming games! We have a ball and maybe 2, and perhaps an oval, can't quite recall.
3pm - free time, and get frosh to their rooms. res rooms are kinda small btw.
5pm - Talk by some important peoples.
6pm - dinner!
7pm - other stuff.
8oddpm - Scavenger hunt, this was good times, we walked around the entire campus. and i got to show the frosh fun things.
10:30pm - Took the frosh to see some random movie thingie, dealy. I think it was "dead poets society"
11:30pm - Went with a couple of people to the bubble tea place at bathurst and college.

Sunday:
12:30am - Went to O'Gs for drinks.
1am - Walked down to the harborfront.
1:45am - Reached the harborfront and chilled till 5:45am
6:30am - Reached back to res and slept like a rabid eagle monkey, however they sleep.
8:30am - Breakfast and life-affirming drinks in strong coffee.
10am - Random stuff with frosh, too lazy to talk about it.
2am - Barbeque! nice burgers.
5pm - Went home.
6:30pm - Shower.
8:30pm - Sleep for 16 hours. that is the all.

Still Alive!

2005-08-10T09:38:00.000-04:00

Well, i'm still alive and kicking, much to the sorrow of many of you who wanted to use my dead body for experimentation. Nyah nyah na nyah nyah. :P
Also in other news, the mars rover's reported that life on mars left because of the horrible dust clouds that would cover your furniture, thusly maid services were making too much money, bought out the planet and ruled the multiverse with an iron fist covered with a dust mop.

I was going to update my story thingy, that's been going on for a while, but i rewrote the first few pages again, so i'll just post those (enjoy, or not, it doesn't really matter, i dont' care what you think. :P) :

The cold and uncaring night sky provided no comfort to a weary Hamil Anderson, as he tried to get the thoughts flitting about his head in order. He was tired of all the fighting, the blood, the tears, the screams and mostly the death. He laughed bitterly as he recalled that this used to be his childhood dream. To be a hero on a battlefield, standing tall amongst his fallen enemies, at the forefront of battle, saving a grateful world from the ravaging forces of evil. Reality was one cold bucket of water however. Nobody ever told children about the goryness of battle, the way one had to fight to maintain one's sanity and courage amongst the carnage of war. Nobody ever told children about the dull wet thuds of bodies hitting the ground, the tearing of flesh as metal ripped through it, the bloodstained hands and the dull eyes that penetrated your skull even as life left them. Nobody ever told them about the impulse to descend into mindless savagery and slaughter everything in your path, which was Hamil's greatest fear. No, for children, war was sanitary. And these days it was. It was impersonal and precise, with weapons of mass destruction and missiles that could destroy cities with pinpoint accuracy. The wars and battles fought by Hamil however, retained the qualities of wars centuries past, fought with cold steel and more than a bit of malice. He longed for a return to his childhood, where heroes and warriors were noble and imparted mercy upon their downed foes, where a word from a hero would turn a villian into the most pious of men. He longed for a world where everything was black and white, and villians existed without a shred of humanity. Where, once the day was saved, the hero could hang up his spurs and retire to a well-deserved life of comfort and happiness. Another bitter laugh escaped him, as he started at the icy and distant stars. At the age of 26, he had become an old, cynical and jaded man. He shook his head to clear it. As the head investigator of T.H.I.N.G he could not be addled and distracted by useless and potentially fatal thoughts, for it might affect the well-being of his team as well as him. He lit a cigarette, lay back on the grass, and watched the smoke wafting in the air, catching a moment's peace in his world of death and destruction.

No E

2005-07-09T22:31:00.000-04:00

or so says Publishing Plaza.
because they broke it due to overuse.
Makes sense though, since in the previous sentence i used the letter e about 7 times, way more than any other.
Too much dependence on said letter, what will happen to the language when it goes off on vacation?
We will be lost in the darkness beneath the deepest sea.
or so says I.

What happens when i post?

2005-06-09T23:26:00.000-04:00

In this session of as the world revolves around the flaming ball of gas known as the sun, which fuses hydrogen into helium in an effort to stave off impending obesity.
Firstly, we shall go behind the scenes of the posting of said blog.
*Pan in on author sitting on the computer surfing the internet*
Author: Perhaps I should update my blog.
Author's inner voice: No you shouldn't you stupid fuck.
Author: You shut up, you're taking away my self esteem!
*scuffle ensues*
Messed up Author: Now, where are my trained monkies?
*trained monkeys come in and type up random shit*
and that's what happens when i post.

Good Poetry

2005-06-04T02:46:00.000-04:00

me likey very muchey.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Beef + Chicken tastes like Fish.

2005-05-31T00:08:00.000-04:00

sometimes you just have to shout stuff out to the world:
Star Trek is communist propoganda that the Russians have propogated throughout the U.S. in order to reduce the amount of D & D nerds in the Russian States of Union.
It's all part of the master plan to make sure humanity reaches the moon and replaces it with a canvas cutout found in the bottom of a cereal box. The plan will come to fruition soon, when they have the requisite number of box tops. So as a patriotic citizen, you should stop buying cereal and live off granola so i can take over the world!!!!

Tomorrow is a lie!

2005-05-25T15:46:00.000-04:00

It's a lie perpretated through the mists of time and the quanta of existence! Tomorrow never arrives, for you say "I'll wake up tomorrow", but you don't! You wake up and it's today, tomorrow is the next day, but when that day comes, it's today again! Tomorrow is just a literary device used by artists and sages for many years because they were too lazy to say the next day, or give a specific date. Therefore, whenever somebody says, "I'll meet you tomorrow", and they don't show up, they're not lying, tomorrow is never going to arrive so they never have to meet you, it's foolproof, and now i've spoiled it by revealing it to the entire world. I must hide this post somehow, before the clickity gnomes arrive and click it all away!
damn you, gnomers! damn you to the seven hells of grumpy.
ps. enjoy your stay in tomorrow.
pps. it's happy day
pppps. animals are dumb, i saw about 10 dead little furry things on my drive home today.
pppppppps. this is a geometric progression.
pppppppppppppppps. except for the s, it is a constant in the terms of constantine (who killed people with fire breath)

(beeP)

Fishy News.

2005-05-16T10:57:00.000-04:00

May 34th - In an amazing turn of events, Karl Lomox has decided to give away his fortune of 10 pennies (all the way from 1967) to the museum of national lime artistry. Hyalepterous Lemure, leader of the Penny for Pennies campaign, denounced this move as a publicity stunt in which innocent pennies would be whored out to the general public (in her own words). Dr. Hobo, the curator of said museum, had only this to say "Dancing grasshoppers dance merrily in the moonlight", and then followed it up with "There's a plate in my head!!!!"
This reporter can't remember anymore, since....
(writing fades of page)

Continuations continue continuing coniptions

2005-05-10T00:25:00.000-04:00

more of the story yo:

Sandra Willmins watched the departing back of her superior in silence. It had been 3 months since she had joined the organization and he still remained a conundrum wrapped in an enigma. To the rest of her fellow agents, Hamil Anderson was some sort of a demi-god, who also evoked feelings of parental concern amongst them. Weird stance to take, she thought, they knew he could take care of himself, but they worried when he did. To her, he just seemed to be an average person. He was of average height, with short-cropped black hair and hazel eyes. His brownish skin implied a mixed heritage and his soft-spoken nature bespoke an elementary school teacher than a hardened killer. His casual nature irked her more than he realized and this was on top of the oppressive secret nature of the organization itself. They wouldn’t even tell her what the name stood for, for god’s sake (Sandra would have been mortified to learn that it stood for Terrified Humans Incinerating Freaky Goblins, this name being given it by it’s cooky yet brilliant founder). She understood the need for secrecy, but they had handpicked her because of her scores and raw potential in the IBD training schools, and thusly should have given her a better briefing.

Exhaling softly, she began to follow Hamil’s path back to the team. Engrossed in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the hulking presence behind her, or the cold bite of steel on her neck until a hoarse voice next to her intoned, “Your money now, girlie, or you die.” Sandra was shocked for a brief moment, but by the time she had regained her composure, the knife was clattering at her feet and a dull thud sounded at her back. Once again, another voice rang near her ear, this one calm, yet slightly amused, “You really should watch your back you know.” Whirling around, she saw Hamil standing atop the corpse of the thug who had threatened her. “I could have taken him out, sir!” She retorted. “That’s not the point,” replied her superior, his voice taking on a more serious tone “You got surprised by a petty thug, I would have thought that they taught you better at the IBD.” “I…”, Sandra bit her tongue down on an angry reply and quietly nodded, “I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” “I’m sure it won’t,” replied Hamil, “Well let’s go, wouldn’t want to be late, this time you first though.” With that they started to run towards the intersection, with Sandra leading the way.

non sequitor

2005-05-02T23:55:00.000-04:00

i dunno.
here's a snippet from a random story i've been working on for some time now:

He could still hear the sounds of the bullets impacting into his flesh. He could almost taste the coppery tang of blood in his mouth, and the feel of wet blood pouring down his back. Hamil Anderson shook his head and tried to calm his thoughts. He had requested to be alone so that he could focus himself for the mission at hand, not to lose himself in old memories. Looking up at the pitch-black sky, he sighed and leaned back against the cool wall. Being the head honcho was more trouble than it was worth, he thought. All the lives under his command and his protection were a very big responsibility. He mouthed “Why me?” at the expressionless horizon, the same question he had asked regularly for almost 10 years now, and a lot more frequently in the past 5. At his current age of 26, he had seen enough war, death and destruction, to last other beings several lifetimes. He was sick and tired of it all. He had half a mind to dump his problems on some poor sap and go gallivanting off into the sunset, to borrow the popular phrase. However, the other half of his mind wouldn’t let him. Oh well, no point in pondering that now, he thought, he had a job to do.

Lighting a cigarette, he glanced in the general direction of his team, awaiting word from them. He supposed that they would send Sandra What’shername, the rookie. He didn’t envy her innocence at the proceedings of T.H.I.N.G tonight, for it would soon be shattered into many tiny, tiny pieces. He grinned to himself for being right, as he saw her walking towards him at a brisk, military pace. “Ah the exuberance of youth,” Hamil thought, even though she was only a couple of years younger than him. He wondered if her discipline and chirpiness would last through the night, and if she would need therapy. He then dismissed the thought as useless, such things were the provenance of Ralph, and he was welcome to deal with them as he saw fit. As she neared, he gave her a casual wave, mostly because he knew it would irk her finely honed military disciplined exterior. He was rewarded for his efforts, by the stiffening of her shoulders and the creasing of her thin lips into a momentary frown. She gave him a perfunctory nod and stated “Umm…, sir, Mr. Khan says that it’s time.” “It is eh? And where?” asked Hamil. “Corner of Whitloom and Alderby, sir,” was the quick reply. “Well then, let’s be going,” and with that, Hamil walked off.

It helps to know when to start and when to stop.

2005-04-19T22:13:00.000-04:00

this is only for genes btw. (AUG for the win!)
Today was a normal day. I woke up in a normal bed, brushed my teeth in the normal way, ate a normal bowl of cereal, wore a normal set of clothes, got into a normal bus, and went to a normal school. I met up with a lot of normal people, and we had a normal lunch during the norm.... AAAAAAAaahh, I can't take it anymore, please, somebody, somebody, please stop the pain!
This is what happens when you have exams, you become normal.
Beware the normals, coming to a theatre near you. (the one on queen street maybe?)
It all depends on whether the coin lands purple or pink.
Goombye.

Non-random post of the day

2005-04-17T22:32:00.000-04:00

i know you all expect some crazy randomness to spring forth of this here page, but it isn't going to happen. onto non-random news of the day:
- my dad got back from dubai, and now i have oodles upon oodles of chocolate. god, i love being a chocoholic. :D
- being designated driver sucks.
- basketball is just weird sometimes.
- HMB301 is the best course i've ever taken. you should all take it. oh wait, most of you can't, ha ha, you're missing out bitches.
lates.

Iconic Iguanas Illustrate Illuminatingly

2005-04-13T23:38:00.000-04:00

hope changes.
change happens.
happenstance warrior.
warrior stance.
stance jockey.
jockeyed position.
positional radar.
radar bomb.
bombshell.
shell oil.
oily grease.
greasy oil.
oily grease.
greasy oil.
oily grease.
greasy oil.
oil slick.
slick operator.
operation end.
end fini.

Denial by Pride, Contradiction by power.

2005-04-09T23:13:00.000-04:00

Time is the fleeting something that we try to grasp, just to have it slip and flit away. something, something something. damnit, i can't think of anything to write about. It's like there's this stupid filter infront of my brain that prevents me from being suitably random. Perhaps this oddly shaped oddject next to my brain will allow me to be oddjectively oddscure. Sometimes you change the world, and other times you wake up in the middle. oh em gee, i have become one with the force, now the maize is mine, with no further research.

Coke and Coffee.

2005-04-01T01:42:00.000-05:00

overload of caffeine. denial of senses. living at the edge of reality. becoming one with the moniter. cold hard glass pressing into cheek. impediment of progress. unfortunate side effects. denial of pride. Hilamalarious contradictions. destructive inanities. belonging destinies. boring quagmire. differential options. silken knives. glittering blood. pounding heart rate. deliverance omega.

The colour of yellow.

2005-03-25T02:26:00.000-05:00

The colour of yellow be purple, me mateys. The sound of yellow be the keening sound of the seabirds. The scent of yellow be the fishy smell of the deep blue sea. real? unreal? who knows, and who cares? enjoy what is given, or it shall eat you alive and offer your still beating liver to the god of bile. Endcronologically speaking, it is all about the testrogen. Gives you hair on your chest and breats that would make pamela anderson jealous. wonder of wonders won't cease b/c the wonderbread decorates the night sky with it's foily beauty. sometimes you have to let go of your hands so they can go into the world and do good work. let it be says the wind, let it be says the sun.
so just let it be and it can be happy alone and alonge.
it comes.
(binglybeep)

SAD.

2005-03-23T01:27:00.000-05:00

SAD as in i'm seriously agriculturally delirious.
It affects only 1 in 6x10^12 humans and makes them see things that are not really there, like trees. trees are those ephemeral things that everybody wants a part of but not one person ever gets. This is why my blog is on the internet and not on paper, b/c paper is expenisive like money. Money sounds like conies, and conies go best with taters. Sometimes a little foolishness will take you a long way.
It might even keep you saner for longer.
think about it.
lates.
(ding)

Illogicaly Logical.

2005-03-15T00:41:00.000-05:00

Ever had that one thing you've always known was true, despite repeated evidence attesting to it's falseness. Such as: smacking your TV to make it work better.
I've got one of those two, despite evidence to the contrary i believe in the contrary evidence.
A failing of mine to be sure and one that is quite shameful for me and my country (Nailgunabad).
It all begin one dark stormy night (most things do, without the amount of stormy nights going around, it's a wonder the moon comes out at all), i was sleeping under the stars (ie. the fluorescent stars on my room roof, i <3 those), and it happened. What happened you might ask? I woke up.
lates.
(ding)

Flies taste good with Ketchup.

2005-03-10T23:49:00.000-05:00

or so i've been told. but i guess if you had transgenic flies that tasted like chocolate and transgenic ketchup that tasted like chocolate, it'd be a good mix of chocolate. I mean taste.
i've been thinking (no sarcastic comments please, i can make fun of myself well enough without other people interfering.). Damn, now i lost my train of thought. I wonder why they call it a train of thought, that implies slowness and rigidity and unflexibility don't it? Since you have to stay on the tracks at all time, and you go at like 100km an hour or something like that.
oh wells, to each his own, and to grace the all.

i leave you with this saying:
if you say something, make sure you know, if you know what i'm saying.
lates.
(ding)

I'm apathetic.

2005-03-02T00:49:00.000-05:00

it's true.
i don't give a fuck about the world, it can go to hell.
i'm happy not caring and hiding myself in my little corner of the world.
call me a coward, i don't care. :P
lates.

Bunyaviridae hop.

2005-02-24T03:31:00.000-05:00

hop and go is a good type of granola bar. granola comes from grain. grain comes from soil. soil comes from air. air comes from us. thus whenever a granola bar is eaten, you are eating part of yourself.
it's like a conundrum wrapped in an enigma, wrappen in the stuff of unreality.
3 layers, like an onion, except that your eyes don't tear when you unwrap it. but when you do unwrap it, you'll be shocked and amazed because there's nothing there. the stupid catburglar stole it. now you must go find him, first you'll need the pink panther and the dog guy. and then a nose.
perhaps 2 noses. and then follow the footsteps till they lead you to the door in the middle of the sky.
After that you must politely ask the clouds to go away so that the sun can tell you what to do next.
if he says 2 chocolate bars, you must call him a crossdresser and run into the basket. This should ensure that your flashlight doesn't eat you. Oh, and watch out for the paper at your back, it shouldn't cut you or you will bleed garlic and attract the vampires who will suck the marrow from the bones of metal. If they grind then hop along to the nearest dashboard and spin and piroutte into two. Then arm wrestle the dolphin for the key and walk boldy and stylishly into the old bar and order a book. Use a fork and open the steak and dash into the closest mug.

Reading Week rocks.

2005-02-17T23:11:00.000-05:00

I had sex in the janitor's closet.
Reading Week rocks.
Rocks.

Love is in the air.

2005-02-13T23:43:00.000-05:00

Oh wait, it's just smog and residual viral particles. In the spirit of valentine's day, i give you this valentine themed story:
Once there was this strapping young lad named, let's say Brian. He was inept around women but needed to procreate to pass along his genes and thus be immortal. Hence he had to try to get a female to sleep with him, but females only wanted the very best males since carrying a baby is a heck of a lot of resources and only the best genetic material would do. Brian, unfortunately was not such a specimen. One day, while walking around dejectedly, he met a stranger who promised him hordes of beautiful women. He agreed, went into the white sterile shop, and had his head cut off, and body stuffed with spices. Mighty tasty though. I loves the chickens. :D
ps, enjoy your valentine's day and other stuff people, though i suppose you don't need a special day to appreciate that special someone (be they human or otherwise) . You should do it every single day.
i'm out.
(beep)

Knowledge is knowing that you know nothing.

2005-02-08T23:38:00.000-05:00

Nobody know nothing. nothing is a non-entity, that has been searched for many many times, but nothing has been found. Nothing is as nothing does. stop searching, you'll find nothing of nothing.
I'm tired and bored. chocolate pie is a metaphor for life, crusty on the outside, full of gooey goodness on the inside. For best results cook at 375 F for as long as it takes for the heat to dissipate. Damn Entropy, ruining our fucking lives.

on a more serious note, Happy Chinese New Year for those who celebrate it.
one a further serious note, meh..., to all of you stressed students.

Programs

2005-02-04T23:01:00.000-05:00

He stared at it. It looked fine, but there was something missing. He’d spent almost a week trying to find that missing something, but it still eluded him. It was enough to make a grown man weep, but then he wasn’t a grown man. The temptation to scrap the project arose once again, but he quashed it. He’d put in too much time and too much effort into the stupid thing to get rid of it now. The harsh glow of the computer terminal lit his face as he stared contemplatively at the lines of code scrolling past his eyes. The program was technically perfect, everything was rendered perfectly, the code had no bugs, but it was missing that spark that would cap it all. His parents, friends, teachers, everyone had told him to let it go for a bit, move on to other things, but he couldn’t. He was obsessed with this, he had to do this.

He’d been coding since he was a kid. It was what he did, who he was. Most of the time though, he lost interest after a couple of days and moved on to something new. This time though, this program had captured him, captivated him and utterly transfixed him. It slowly tortured him with the temptation of perfection, but he didn’t know what had to be done to attain it. He had never wanted anything so bad in his entire life. Not even that new video card he’d been begging for 3 months now. Doubt gnawed at the edges of his psyche. Would he be stuck like this forever, always thinking about how he could improve his damn program? Forgetting about the real world? A sense of urgency gripped him. He had to be done with this as soon as possible or else he’d be like this for a long time.

He noticed that the reason why the program seemed so weird to him, even though it was technically perfect was for that very reason. It was perfect; it had no flaws, no mistakes, no anything. It made it seem a little too fake, a little too artificial. It was also very static. Now that he knew what was wrong, he could move on to fixing the problem. After wracking his brain for a couple of hours, he came up with a sort of a solution. All it needed was a timed decay. He’d have to make it so that the program would decay and morph slowly over time. That in itself would not be a proper fix however. It would just be the normal program that would stop working after a while. He needed to counter that, so he added sources of growth in specific parts of the program to see what would happen. This interplay between growth and decay would make the program a lot more interesting, and it would be fun to see the results. All that work had made him thirsty. He also realized that he had been working in darkness the whole time. Walking out of his room, he switched on the light.

Masks.

2005-01-31T23:21:00.000-05:00

The vagaries of infinite space and time. It sounds intellectual, but in the end it makes no sense. I do not know why I put those words to paper, but it seems to be something that is expected of me. This is what has happened to people, we have become what is expected of us. Everyday we don masks that display different personalities that we think people would want to see. The caring Samaritan, the lover, the clown and many others. We bury ourselves deep inside and let our masks do the living for us. We live a life of lies and falsehoods from the moment we can think to the moment we die. We construct these masks to shield us from the trials and tribulations of daily life, to distance ourselves from our actions, to make us into someone wanted, appreciated, noticed. This is the story of one such mask, my own.

It all began in a sleepy little village in a now forgotten country. A stereotypical beginning to be sure, but the truth is sometimes very close to fiction. I was a simple miller, content with the life I was leading and happy with what little I had. I had no aspirations to be greater than what I already was, no towering ambitions and no noble goals. This all changed the day I caught bandits trying to steal my old draft horse. They had bludgeoned my apprentice and he lay on the floor surrounded by his lifeblood. A great rage overcame me and I attacked them with fierce vigor. My furious assault shocked them and they bolted, but not before I had rendered one of them unconscious. It was my first victory against lawlessness and the first inklings of a mask began to take shape in my psyche. The old, naïve, easygoing miller was beginning to disappear. After this botched robbery, I interrogated the bandit to find the location of their lair, and organized a band of hunters to flush and destroy them. Thus started my life long fight against disorder. The mask began to take on specifics. A few years later I became head of the village and instated changes to ensure that order would be maintained at all costs. The miller had all but disappeared. Over the years I began to rule larger and larger counties in the interest of maintaining order. It was my duty to save the world from itself, to be its conscience, to help it along its path to glory. It was my destiny. The mask snapped firmly into place. I warred to maintain the peace; I killed to save people from themselves. I became what I had never thought I would ever be. I have power, respect, fear, loyalty. I have things people would die for, and have done so. However, it all belongs to that mask of mine. The one that made me what I am. With it also come all the negatives, hatred for what I have done, loathing for what I have become, regret for what could have been.

The words I pen on this page have no meaning however. They are hollow and purposeless. I do not dream of what I could have been, what I could have accomplished had I not become a ruler. I do not write this to absolve myself of my sins. I do not write this to keep a spark of the young miller alive inside of me. I have no room for such weakness. I do not cry, for I have no tears to shed. I do not look for the absolution of my soul, for I have no soul to absolve. I am what my experiences have shaped me to be. A famous philosopher once said “I think, therefore I am”, well I experience, therefore I am. I have no hidden me buried deep inside of my soul, I have become the mask. I need no mask to show to the world, I am that very mask. I am the one that shall order this wayward world, and woes betide those that come in my way.

- Letter found in the study of Gillnik Olzan, First and Last Lord of Order, soon after the defeat of his forces by the alliance of the lost. Beside it lay a mask of polished onyx.

EtOH.

2005-01-30T18:07:00.000-05:00

We must never shed tears
That is the life form's defeat
and if we give in to the emotions
then it only becomes proof
of our inability to control it.
- Kubo Taito (author of bleach)

Chronological Connatations

2005-01-26T01:57:00.000-05:00

bored, tired, cranky. damn classes that go till 9pm. damn stupid commute that got longer due to snowfall. that said, i'm not really that cranky anymore. I know i should be doing something important like saving the word (perhaps anesthesia tomorrow) or making potpourri pie.
welp, here's the final bit from the stuff i was writing, so here's the continuation from 1/14. (also, chicken rocks!!!):

The other laughed a hoarse laugh, “Your end is near Ishin, and once again shall you taste the bitter fruit of defeat.” The black from lifted himself off the stained ground and leaned on his sword for support. “You speak the truth Ralik. My host body cannot last for much longer. But it does not need to, for if it is to be my end, so shall it be yours.” With that, his thoughts turned inwards to converse with the man whose body he had taken. “Are you certain that you want to do this, Salig?”

“Yes, I do this gladly O Great One. Ralik must be destroyed and I would damn my soul a thousand times to accomplish it.”

The former quietly replied, “Even once is too much” and a bit louder said, “If you are so inclined, then so be it. On my part, I thank you Salig, for without you there would be no hope.” Gazing outwards once more, he saw Ralik looking up at the heavens as if to ask “Why does he keep trying?” The latter looked down and stared at the black apparition in front of him. He hefted his blade and prepared to charge. In the distance the shadow lifted his sword and mirrored his enemy’s stance. The final round was about to begin. Ralik charged.

In one swift movement, the one in black plunged the sword through his breast. A brief spray of blood spurted onto the ground where it bubbled and hissed. Ralik stopped mid charge and gaped with horrid fascination as his enemy hunched over, sword protruding from his back, muttering arcane incantations. The ground about their feet started to buckle and crack, tufts soil being eroded into sand. For miles around them, trees withered in an instant, animals turned into bone-filled bags of skin, land turned to desert. All living things in a five mile radius around the two foes tasted the bitter embrace of death. Even Ralik felt its pull as his own life started to seep and leak out from his body. His will was strong however and it did not affect him as it did others. His nemesis clambered onto his feet in the middle of a barren wasteland, tears springing from the corner of his eyes, stating in a choked voice “I am sorry, but it had to be done.” He pulled the sword from his chest and Ralik noticed a strange glimmer about the blade. And whenever the blade moved, it seemed to be shadowed by a humanoid figure. If the former had been closer he would have noted the figure to be a young man in his twenties, brown haired and eyed. But he had eyes only for his enemy and roared “Your petty tricks will avail you naught Ishin, they have only bought you a bit of time.”

A quiet voice rang out behind him “My name is Thanatos.” Ralik whirled around like a drunkard for he had noticed the other move. He was still slow and a second later turned his glazed eyes at the blade protruding from his chest. A fountain of blood erupted from his mouth to water the parched earth. He felt the blade twist in his chest and felt a torrent of pain so intense that he crumbled and fell to his knees. “What in the hells did you do?” he wheezed. “Sacrifice of the soul,” replied Thanatos, “My host has condemned his soul to thousands of years of torment in exchange for power. His spirit is doomed to roam the mortal plane for ages, both in payment for this power and in penance for stealing the lives of all that he has killed today to garner it.” The sword in his hands started to writhe like a snake, causing Ralik’s wound to vomit forth more blood. “Goodbye Ralik,” continued the former, “I have enough in me to destroy your body, but your spirit is beyond my ken. Hopefully you will be able to find some small measure of peace and move on, but if not and you decide to reform your body, you must know that it will take eons. And once again, I will be waiting.”

At these words, Ralik’s body started to dissolve, starting with the wounded area around the blade. At last, there was nothing left of him, except for an incoherent scream lingering in the wind and lonely axe lying on the bloody ground, reflecting the cold starlight. The sword disappeared from Thanatos’ hands and he tumbled face first onto the sodden dirt. Knowing that the body neared its last breath, he removed himself from it and his spirit stood solemn vigil over its final death throes. A few minutes later another spirit joined him on the former battlefield; that of a brown haired, brown eyed young man. The former bowed to the latter, “You have saved us all, Salig, but the price you have paid is far too high.”

“I would do it again, O Great One, and it is I who should thank you for you have given my life meaning.”

“I do not know what will happen to you now Salig, but I do know that you linger here in the place of your sacrifice. How I wish I could take your place and spare you from those torments”

“What is done is done. Haven’t you always taught me that?” replied Salig, “I will face whatever happens with courage and make you proud.”

“You have already done so, young one, you need not do anymore,” whispered Thanatos as the young man faded into the blackness of the night.

He sat alone in the newly formed desert, winds screaming through the night, the oppressive silence of the dead all around him. He wondered what he had done to fate so that it would be so unkind to him. He had lost many friends and companions over the eons and it seemed that the sum total of those losses was represented by the one loss that had occurred today. He sat alone in the cold impersonal night, nothing to keep him company but the thoughts in his head. He sat alone.

Thanatos wept.

Writer's Block.

2005-01-20T21:42:00.000-05:00

Damn writer's block has kept me captive. The cell was strangley reminescent of lego, thus i was able to escape by changing the blocks around to create legosaurus. I haven't much time, WB is chasing me as we speak, the message must be heard, his weakness is.. *smashing sounds* NOOOO!!!! you won't take me you cuboidal bastard, i shall fight you till the last!!!! *crunching sounds* *wet sloppy sound of something being dragged away* *blink*
*beep*

some title.

2005-01-14T23:37:00.000-05:00

(continuation of the post on Dec 9.)

The dark figure spoke with a rusty unused voice, “Why did you do it Ralik, why? Was it not enough that an entire planet was yours to play with? Was it not enough that the entire dimension respected you?” He broke off with a rattling cough, and spit some blood out. “Heh, it seems that even this great host body of yours is breaking down, Ishin”, replied the being in white “and I did it because I could, it was within my power to destroy it, and I did.”

“Power was the only reason?” whispered the black clad being, “The reason why countless people died? So that you could give life to your fantasies of omnipotence? Also, never call me Ishin. That man died a long time ago.”

“Whatever affectation you keep now, concerns me not one whit, Ishin,” smirked the man in white. “Once again, you will be defeated and your bruised and battered spirit will roam the emptiness between the worlds searching for yet another body for you to sink your claws into. And then you will come face me again, to repeat the same cycle. But the day will come, when the power of all worlds will be mine and your pathetic spirit will flit about in the vast emptiness, searching but finding nothing. Then will my victory be truly complete. I shall be master of all, I shall be All! You my nemesis will be nothing.”

The being in shadow shook his head silently, “No more, Ralik, too many worlds have died, too many people, too much suffering has been done, too much blood spilled, too much blood.” At the last, he shuddered as if some long forgotten memory had been awoken. Gathering himself, he continued “It ends here Ralik. Here shall you finally fall, I stake my life on this.”

The white robed man tilted his head towards the sky and roared in laughter, “You stake your life? Life means nothing to you Ishin, you go through them like a queen through clothes. And as for defeating me, you cannot, never have, never will.”

The shadow bowed his head “We shall see,” and gripping his sword with both hands took an attacking stance. The one in light mirrored him. Now began their true battle. Sparks flew in the gathering twilight as blades clashed, the sound coming after the combatants had moved away. For these were two of the most dangerous beings in the all the worlds and their power was legend. Their strength and speed unmatched by any, each capable of destroying a world and having done so before. But for all their power, neither could land a serious blow on the other, for each knew his enemy better than he knew himself. They were light and shadow, complementary forever. Attack was met with parry and counter-attack, which was then met with parry. It was a dance of virtual equals, an intricate, beautiful dance where a single misstep would mean swift and certain death. But mistakes were rare when two beings of such epic skills matched blades, victory was only to be won when one or the other would tire.

Twilight gave way to darkness, which in turn fled at the coming of the sun and still they fought. Shallow cuts graced their bodies and if it hampered them in any way they gave no sign. They fought unconstrained of the weariness and toil of the flesh that coated their spirits. The sun rose to the highest point, and yet they fought, drops of their blood glittering in the light like small rubies strewn from the hand of a careless king. Twilight approached again, and then did the two fighters separate as if by some unspoken command. They landed some distance apart leaning on their weapons, panting. The being in white was white no longer, his robe had turned crimson, some blood his own and the rest his enemy’s. The one dressed in black had a wet sheen on his clothing, the blood not being visible on the dark material. They glared at each other across the blood spattered ground, waiting for a chance to begin their assault anew. However, the man once known as Ishin fell on his knees and a gout of blood rushed from his mouth to further stain the ground.

This a short entry.

2005-01-10T22:17:00.000-05:00

as above.
i don't really know what to post today, i'm currently not procrastinating or anything either. i can't think of anything funny to go into this space. I guess i could go off on a tangent about darkness or light, or string together random words into semi-coherent sentences, but i don't feel like it. I guess funny just is, and can't be worked at. I'm just wondering though, why do i have a blog, to post random comments when i feel like it, or just no reason whatsoever. it boggles the mind, and the mind is the most important part of a daily breakfast, you need 5 spoonfulls to go with hierarchy in the morning.
yeah.
g'nite.

It is.

2005-01-03T23:41:00.000-05:00

This is a post i am posting. i know i am posting this post because i can see my hands moving across the keyboard in my peripheral vision, and also see words appear across the screen. it seems as if the very act of posting that i am posting validates the fact that i am posting. i'm posting this so all of you would know that this infact is really a post and not just a clever mockery. i am not here to fool any of you, the great one has sent me to tell you that a post is a post and a host is a host. so be merry and read this post for what it is. A post.
thank you.
ps. figure out the number of times i used post in this post.

Happy New fucking year.

2005-01-01T01:53:00.000-05:00

may all your deepest darked desires get fulfilled. (except for you, you fucking sicko, you know who you are)
may the monkeys flow plentifully and the beer type well.
may something.

I was wondering.

2004-12-28T23:11:00.000-05:00

what is it about humans?
exactly, just what is it about us that makes us so fucking wierd. on one hand we're all happy, kind, generous and on the other we're selfish little bastards, yes we are.
it's a very interesting thing to think about.
i think it's because our brain likes fucking with us.
stupid brain.
also, pennies are influencing our emotions, so get rid of your pennies.
throw them to the penguins, so they can fly to the kangaroos to give them babies.

it's that time.

2004-12-22T01:16:00.000-05:00

the dreadlord arises from the mists of darkness, the bloodred pipers play the candied stripes of cinnamon.
it behooves the castle to stock up the port of gaiety, for the prince arrives from the plains of light, blinding all those who are blind, and sight to those who can see the ghost of the world.
it happens once, twice, thrice, but the drunkard still walks the pier, falling into the ocean of cranberries, eating his fill with the juices of delight.
the sounds of potatoes roast the tender turkies in the marinate of the season.
it comes, the darkness rises from its frosted candycanes, that even the dreadlord creeps in its shadow, hoping beyond hope that some sliver of light shall reach his hollowed eyes.
it comes, the light, burning fields, lighting trees, the whole of the world waits, the appearance of the mediator, the referee, the man anal enough to deal with two rampaging foes.
life is its goal, but hell shall be its eternal rival.
it comes.

woot!!!! done with the exams.

2004-12-18T13:59:00.000-05:00

read the title.
also biome party thingy yesterday, much funnery.
but me sick, so not so much fun.
oh wells.

why are some profs such fucking fuckers?

2004-12-14T01:00:00.000-05:00

done 2 exams.
fucking 14 hour day.
stupid HMB321 and it's stupid fucking prof. fucking 17 page exam, half the stuff on it we didn't even do, and had like grad school application shit in it. the fucking hardest exam i've ever written and half of the questions didn't make sense. fucking prof couldn't even answer the fucking questions. i hate this course, and this prof. i hope to dump a vat of flaming poo over all of this stupid monkey crap.
sometimes life isn't funny. it's angry.
i'm out.

Random writings when one cannot sleep.

2004-12-09T23:50:00.000-05:00

here you go: (this counts as an update btw. so there :P)

“Such a fine day,” thought Aaron Rodnicky, as he leaned against a bale of fresh-cut hay, breathing in its unique fragrance and staring up at the clear blue sky. At that instant, a tear appeared in the sky, as if part was torn by some invisible hand, revealing a tormented mass of energy and light. Tendrils of that energy snaked out of the tear, grounding themselves on anything in the vicinity. One of the first victims was Aaron himself, fried to death before he could even comprehend what was happening. Fate can be a cruel bitch sometimes. Two winged figures tumbled out of the ravaged sky, locked in a grim embrace. They landed with a great thud on what had been a verdant field but now was just a wasteland of burning grasses, pockmarks, and scenes of utter devastation. The two figures however paid no attention to their surroundings; their entire being was focused on the others. The best way to describe them would be: polar opposites, yin and yang, two sides of a coin. They were always conflicting; there was no middle ground that they could meet at, no mediation possible. One dressed in the darkest of blacks, with wings that bled; the other in the purest of whites, with wings of light rather than feathers. One steeped in darkness for so long that light was but a faint memory that lay beneath the cloak of night; the other passing through the darkness to the light on the other side. Fighting each other for eons, they had grown inured to the collateral damage caused by their fierce battles.

They slowly circled each other on the decimated ground, weapons held up warily, eyes flickering back and forth across each others arms and legs, looking for the tell-tale sign of an immanent attack. The weapons themselves were works of art; the being in black wielded a katana-like blade, approximately three and a half feet in length, very plain in seeming, with a black leather wrapped hilt and tiny runes carved into the blade. However the precision and accuracy and balance of the weapon were beyond par, and what it lacked in showiness, it made up for in pure killing power. The being in white wielded an enormous double-edged axe. It was fully 5 feet in length, and studded with gems all across the handle and blade. Shiny and gaudy, it evoked complacency in the being’s foes, causing them to underestimate it, till the axe had cleaved them in twain. The weapons however deadly, were still only as effective as the hand that wielded them, and the wielders of these weapons used them to their fullest potential. The staring contest between the two lasted a good 10 minutes and finally sensing an opportunity the white clothed figure brought his axe low intending to hew the legs of his opponent. The latter however jumped over the axe and flipping over the head of the former landed 20 feet in the distance.

I just discovered penicillin's long lost sister!!

2004-12-07T01:19:00.000-05:00

not really.
However, i am updating. partially b/c i'm procrastinating, and partially b/c i feel like it.
Exam season is upon me once again, and i get the fucking short end of the stick again. 2 exams on the same day, it's like God saw me spiking his drink, and decided to get even. :(
so yeah, i don't think this update will be random, funny or anything. For one thing, i just realised that i come across as quite an immature asshole most of the time. Not that there's anything wrong with that or anything :D. It's quite fun to be the irresponsible, crude one at times. For me, it's sort of a release from being the responsible older sibling, who follows the straight and narrow.
so, i've decided to try being more mature and actually act my age. I'll see how that works out, hopefully i won't turn into a stuffy librarian type who gets pissed off if you reshelve the books. for god's sake, you're just shelving the books, helping them out, and they get all pissy. who put sand in their panties? oops, i shouldn't say that. i meant, who pissed in their cereal. crap, last try, who put mud in their coffee? damnit, i can see that this being mature crap is going to take some work.
and i'm a lazy bum. :P
oh wells,
back to PissL.

updating under duress.

2004-11-27T01:00:00.000-05:00

i'm updating b/c someone(s) who will remain nameless (they know who they are) called this blog mouldy. This blog is not fucking mouldy. I put it in a nice airtight container in a cool dry place, it's just as edible as it was when i started posting on it (ie. not at all). Any of you who thought it was eatable need to get their head checked, mostly for lice. speaking of lice, they're like lysozymes used by some wierd sexual bacteria for lysing. Those bacteria have sex, and then in the throes of passion, the wrong chemical signal, and they explode. It also seems that i've lost any miniscule sense of sanity i might ever have had or something. I might also direct people here. That period contains the only important part of this blog, you can ignore everything else. And since nobody ever reads this blog, i can write anything i want, put down everything i've always wanted to write, but didn't want to be laughed at. yes, i do watch arthur, it's a great show.
that's all.
i bid you adieu, farewell and goodbye.
ps. 3 farewells for everybody.
pps. i've never ever understood the point of ps. or pps. or ppps. or so on. If you wanted to say something, you could always just go back and change your message, all things considered.
ppps. don't listen to the above fucker, ps. revolution for life.
ps. ppps. don't mind ppps he's on meds.

surrounded by life (unholy unwholesome deathly life)

2004-10-18T22:45:00.000-04:00

year: 2004, day: 56, month: 3.14
sorry for the lack of updates and information people. been really busy saving the multiverse from the evil scourge of captain carnation! Even as i type this, sitting in a bar at the far reaches of the universe, where civilization has not yet reached, and the only way to solve problems is with a chocolate cake eating contest (yes, here i am the one! not that pansy neo). i'm surrounded by enemies who have their little beady eyes on my beautiful triple layer cake. well they can't have it, nobody can have it, ever!!! yes, sugar high's are good. so good, that even on planet borina, they love their sugar highs, (even though sugar costs like 1500 quartels an ounce there). speaking of ounces, who came up with that god awful measurement thingy. One day, the G-man and i were chilling on Cloud 10 (exclusive pass only btw), and i brought up the subject of messiahhood. i could be the hoodest messiah ever, i said. but big G only laughed at me and told me i wasn't worth it and i wasn't responsible enough. :(
Well, i went out to prove my responsibility, by taking it for everything. i soon became the most loved/hated person in the known universe. but still no hood for me. Hoodies are cool, until they get caught in doors and almost choke you. when people are choking you should kick them in the nuts, it takes their minds off their choking problems. Problems happen to everybody, the easiest way to deal is with a bullpup. puppies are not just cute, but apparently also good guards, they melt the rockiest of hearts. i love rocks, they are so dependable.
i'm out.

sweet sweet sound of updates.

2004-09-18T13:17:00.000-04:00

yeah, i know i've been gone for a while. my stupid blog decided to file a restraining order against me, so i had to go to court in abawabaland to fight it. stupid blog, *smacks blog across the head*. well now i'm back, with an ironclad contract that tells me that i own this here blog, and it only cost me 1 eye, 2 legs and a soul. (best part was the contract didn't state they had to be my own :D)
so you might be seeing more frequent updates from me, but don't expect it b/c i'm a fucking lazy bastard. so i leave you with this message from one of our most famous philosiphers (stareatese): always wear sunglasses in summer, to reduce the glare of the sun, and to see many wondrous things without fear.
thankie.
ps. i also think i turn 20 today, but meh...
lates.

finally fucking finished

2004-08-19T23:05:00.000-04:00

so finally finished with all my exams and all that other useless crap.
now to go get drunk and stuff (oh wait, I don't drink, shit. this could be a problem)
well fuck that.
let me tell you about my ill-fated love, it was the loveliest love that ever was and now it's gone. Romeo and Juliet doesn't hold a candle to this, comparitively it's a comedy. Let's begin shall we:
so there I was, sitting in a restaurant eating linguini biryani when she arrived. she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. velvety skin, all the trimmings, perfect body and all that jazz. she was mystifying, alluring, tempting. so inviting, i tried to resist her but to no avail, i was drawn into her orbit, in love with every part of her. It was the best 20 minutes i have ever lived. but after it she was gone, as if she had never been, my love was to unfullfilled. with a broken heart i had to live forever. with a sigh, i put down my fork, brushed the chocolate crumbs from my shirt, and ordered another cake.

Duress.

2004-08-12T23:29:00.000-04:00

coerced and threatened into posting on my blog, by an unnamed evil short entity. also asked to post some really juicy info, so here goes nothing. (i'm baring my soul to you folks so please do not jeer and laugh, and could those 2 people in the front row please get a fucking room (pun fucking intended))
so juicy juicy info:
apple juice - tastes good, good for brain.
grape juice - wine for dummies.
tomato juice - for vampires who faint at the sight of blood.
papaya juice - aphrodisiac.
kickass juice - juice drunk by most major heroes before they wade into a sea of bullets armed with a paperclip, and still manage to emerge unscathed, and kill every enemy.
juice of stupidity - intellect -10
juice of arrogance - charm +10, or so you think.
juice of nerdity - what I just drank.
juice of juice - the juiciest juice that ever juiced from a juicing juicer.
juice of stuff - does stuff, good stuff too.
juice of happiness/sadness/grumpiness/cheeriness/spillingyourgutness - comes in bottles, and has girls switching bikini's for it.

so here's the juicy info for today, keep your life juice inside you, not outside.

too much candy, too little time

2004-08-09T23:53:00.001-04:00

is the day today, talk must I you to. up messed the Internet is, low factor truth become has. stuff fast happening too. try there is not, only do there is. game the life is, score highest get must you. internet win then you will, prize hand in will be then. cool will duper super dude will be.
ps. if you read this far I commend you.
pps. I have no idea why I wrote this.
ppps. It was fucking hard to write this.
pppps. I have no idea why i'm doing this, probably b/c I like the arithmetic progression of p's.
ppppps. he he he.
pppppps. I am so cool, I am so cool. N-E-R-D, N-E-R-D.
ppppppps. still reading?
pppppppps. go away.

Reality Show? or Unreality?

2004-08-05T22:17:00.000-04:00

Good Evening (or Bad Evening, whatever one you're having) Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to "Idiots we Love!!" (the exclamation marks are super duper goodness and increase the fun factor of the words preceding it by 10). I'm sure many of you in the audience may have heard such hallowed phrases such as "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or "Can I look at your tag, i want to see if it says "made in heaven"?". Ah, I can see the ladies groaning already. This week, as you should by now know (from lecture you know :p) we are talking about corny and horrible pick up lines, and the idiots who use them.

Let's introduce our first guest Jack Gotasski, let's all give him a small hand of applause. So tell us Jack, what makes you blurt out such gems as stated before, to the lovely ladies at the club?
Jack: "Oh you know, they pretend they don't like it, but you know that deep down they do, and they're all inside thinking like, I gotta sleep with this guy. So I use these super great pickup lines man."
Which ones do you think are the best, Jack?
Jack: "The ones I use man, are like the best of the best, they get me all the girls, or they will, when those stupid broads realize how good the lines I used were, man. It's so disheartening when you can't even get smart enough people to understand our lines, man. yeah, so mine are like: "I lose my number, can I have yours?", or like "Can I get directions to your house?" or the best one man "I've never ever slept with a hot chick before, Can I sleep with you?", the last one is the best man, you get to compliment them and ask them a question."
Thanks for all your input Jack, we'd love to talk to you some more *coughnotyoustupiddumbasscough*, but that's all the time we have today on "Idiots we love".
ps. guys, if you see your friends use pickup lines like these, let them, it makes them look like idiots, which is good for a lark, and it also increases your chances of scoring, since the girls will be more receptive to simple lines such as "Hello", or "You look beautiful". So do everybody a favour, and let your friends make stupid idiots of themselves. (This could also keep my show in syndication. :D)

Jack: WTF yo? I thought this was "Cool Cats and Cool Tricks'? not some lameass reality show. You better run dude, or I'm gonna... *announcer stands up and towers some 8 inches over Jack* go now, yeah, go now, goodbye. *in squeaky voice*

ummm..., something something, something something

2004-08-02T23:09:00.000-04:00

ummm..., hello, my name is _______ (yeah, my parents didn't have much of an imagination), and I'm talking to you today (or tonight, whatever), from this very new and exciting medium known as the internet that lets people from far far away talk to each other and to exchange pornographic materials (from different parts of the world no less). This new and exciting breakthrough in technology will soon replace the phone, and stuff. Soon, we all will be plugged into the internet and live a virtual life, while our machine masters use our biochemical processes for energy (ooops, shouldn't have said that out loud). Oh well, you have no choice as it is, the internet has sucked you in, and it shall never let you go.

The above is the product of an obviously bored and deranged mind, so as to insure that you never ever get bored, get bore-off. A cheap and effective solution to boredom, and it comes in a handy dandy sprayer or in white paper. See cool colours, and be relaxed for minutes at an end. See the world through a totally different light. Available at all your local dealers for 10 dollars.

ps. yeah, I was bored.
don't take any of this seriously.

The long dark tea-time of the Soul

2004-07-30T22:58:00.000-04:00

go read it. it's fun. douglas adams rocks! Didn't make much sense though.

Onto real life (imagine me making quotation marks around that), never ever get involved with guys/girls who seem too cool to be real, they just might not be. They could either be figments of your imagination, leading to awkward moments in public when you're making out with air, or making cooing noises at a hotdog. Or even more sinisterly, they might be alien robots from outer space (dum dum dum!!!), who have come here to replace humanity with facsmilies that are super duperly effiecient. take for example the kate beckinsale facsmile that unfortunately almost got me replaced with a robot double too. I fell for it's unholy(or is it unhumanly) charms and ended up on the robot ship with an almost complete copy of me (well not a copy really, b/c it was mechanical and stuff, but it looked like me). I somehow escaped (can't exactly remember how, it involved gum and electrical tape and tissues), and in the process destroyed the ship that controlled the robots, thus saving humanity. woot!

ok, this is the defacto saviour of humanity signing off. (heh, I'm such an egomaniac :D)

me is the insane. or is me?

2004-07-26T23:22:00.000-04:00

so yeah, been neglecting this here blog lately, mostly b/c I have no idea what to write in my blog. I could always write about my day to day life, like what I ate for breakfast and all that other stuff.
or I could pour my heart and soul out in my blog, revealing my innermost thoughts and laying bare my very soul on the cold metallic and impersonal world of the internet, let everybody know everything about me. I could do that, but that's no fun.
or I could stick to my stupid stories about robots kidnapping humans and converting them into energy sources for the king robot, who for some strange reason likes to take human form. meh...
or I could talk about all the pretty girls in the classes and buses and make up random stories about how I scored with them to make myself feel better and boost up my self-esteem. I'm like the virtual player :D.
ok, lates.

You ask for updates, you get updates.

2004-07-21T22:28:00.000-04:00

I like nice people, they are very nice. Like today going through queens park station, the attendant would not give me tokens for my money, but just passed me through. She was probably getting ready to shut shop, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she was a very nice person.
Other updates: none, my life is just as boring and predictable like it always is. nothing new happening, no super good stuff happening, nothing, zilch, nada etc. etc. etc.
I love being average and boring. (or do I?)
also, AI is cool, it's like super duper coolness and stuff. man must be cool to be a computer and be intelligent and stuff. on that note, in books why do Artificial intelligences always want to be human and have human emotions and all that sort of stuff? Wouldn't they be happy just being superior to humans intellectually and stuff?

Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction.

2004-07-19T22:49:00.000-04:00

don't mind the title thingy, just a bit from the song I was listening to this morning.
so yeah, it made me think, just by not talking out about all the stuff that goes on and all that, does it make me party to the people who commit that stuff? I'd say no, b/c I'm such a passive person anyways, but I guess I'd say something totally different if I was on the other side of the fence. ah, Hypocrisy, what would we do without it :D.
oh well,
that's all the updates and other such fun things.
Lates.

Updates for all. Yay!!!

2004-07-14T00:54:00.000-04:00

as I'm in an altruistic and generous mode of mind and all, I'll actually dish out some dirt on my personal life. so just sit tight and prepare to be amazed.
Today, instead of doing things I normally do, I spiced up my life. instead of putting normal milk in my cereal I put in chocolate milk. I am now a super duper daredevil person thingy of doom bringing.
ok, I lied about dishing out personal info. :D :p
or did I? will the people who continue reading, learn some horrifying things about me? about what I really am? how I'm not human? how I'm an artificial intelligence lifeform from the distant future, sent to manipulate events in the present, so that the machine dominated future comes to be? or am I just totally insane?
All the answers and more, next time on...

Fun in dt.

2004-07-12T00:45:00.000-04:00

yup, saturday, street fest. dt. fun.

oh, and since I've been told to blog about tanktops and bikinis, tank tops are nice I guess, keep you cool in the summer and whatnot. bikinis, nice on the beach or on kate beckinsale (or krista allen) mmmmm....
would be kinda surprised to see people wearing bikinis to class though.
oh, and if you know bikinis aren't your thing, dont' wear them please. some of us are attached to our eyes, and would hate to scour them out with steel wool.
oh, and the same thing applies to tank tops, nobody likes seeing folds of skin and flesh all around the tank top, like some protective wall.
oh well, to each his own I guess.

too lazy, think up your own title goddamnit

2004-07-07T23:59:00.000-04:00

damn, I got hurt real bad today, real bad see?
so I go up to this dame at this snobby bobby bar see...
I get some food from her and pay her you know, but she didn't give me the goddamn free smile. She knew how much that smile meant to me, it was the only smile I'd see that day. Damnit, does no one have any compassion for their fellow man/person/thingy? *sniff*
yeah, that was dumb, but then again that's who I am. :D
uh yeah, I learned about language codes in class or whatever, I can't really remember, I was too busy doodling. sometimes I have more doodles than notes, it's funny.
I've been thinking, what's with all the girls who wear really short skirts to class (even when it's pouring outside)? I'm all for being your own person and all, but you come to class to learn and stuff right? not to whore yourself out. seriously, this one girl in class had a really short short short (I mean super duper short) skirt on. What's the point of even wearing a skirt then? just come to class in your panties/thongs/whatever.
not that I'm complaining or anything.
yeah.

Real Entry (really, no joke)

2004-07-06T19:38:00.000-04:00

so I've been coerced and threatened into doing a real blog entry. like those real bloggers, yup.
So first things first, what I did today:
- I woke up (this much must be obvious, unless I'm sleepposting)
- Then I had the most perfectly balanced breakfast in the whole wide world, frosted flakes and nutella sandwiches.
- then I went to the library to return some books, but this is where the twist comes in, I didn't go inside the library, oh no, I just put the books in the book return slot.
- After that, I chilled with my friends for a couple of hours.
- and posted on my blog.

yes, and now for some weird thoughts from my subconscious:
why the hell are people telling me to make real entries, about my love-life (don't have one), my crushes (don't have any), and all sorts of other stuff? Is my life really that interesting? seriously, yo.
yeah, so that's it.
Lates.
ps. Kate Beckinsale is hot.

I have nothing to say.

2004-07-06T00:48:00.000-04:00

just read my mind, you're all telepaths or brainsuckers, whatever.
oh, and anybody want to take a shot at what the Universal Human rights are?
someone must think they know right?
right?
in my opinion (doesn't count for much these days, damn inflation), they're:
- right to food and shelter
- right to practise own culture as long as it does not infringe on or damage other human cultures or beings.
- right to be free, and unoppressed.
those seem to be pretty fundamental right?

Soccer ball hitting back of head = bad times

2004-07-03T22:24:00.000-04:00

and hitting tummy too.
yup, I played 3 hours of soccer today, totally wore myself out.
yeah, I got nothing else to say, since I'm an idiot.
oh, except that...
nah, forget it, you guys are probably not interested anyways.
lates.

Krista Allen

2004-07-03T11:17:00.000-04:00

Anyone remember Jenna from Baywatch? That's Krista Allen. I cannot think of a more perfect example of what my dream girl would look like. It's her, and damn it if I don't make out with her in a car sometime in my life.

:rooleyes: :banaan: :tingue:

2004-06-30T22:47:00.000-04:00

Happy Early Canada Day. (If I blog tomorrow, which seems unlikely, being as forgetful as I am, I'll wish everybody the real canada day.)
about the forgetting my blog stuff, it's actually true, I once stumbled onto my own blog, read it and thought, "What a weirdo"
Today was fun day, got to hang out with lots of cool peeps.
and on the bus today, I saw this really pretty girl, and she saw me, and there this spark b/w us (not caused by static electricity you physics nerds), and I was building up my nerve and courage (what little I have) to ask for her number, when sudden obstacles came in my way. notably her boyfriend, yup. it was sad *sniff*
but then later on, on the subway, I felt a person staring at me, and put down Hyperion (great book btw, all of you should go read it now), and I saw one of the most ugliest dogs ever right in my face, beyond the dog and it's owner was a girl who was staring at me though, but before I could talk to her, she got off at the station. Now I have to take that subway everyday at the same time so I can catch a glimpse of her again. *sigh*

Lates.

ps. None of the statements above contain even the smallest smidgeon of truth. (so don't go believing it and all eh?)
ps. the author is not responsible for any gag reactions that this blog may have caused.

After watching the sky.

2004-06-30T09:46:00.000-04:00

After watching the sky, I went to a strip club.

Not giving you the details. You'll cringe when you read it; I'll cringe when I write it.

Then my girlfriend called my cell and I went home.

Whatever title you want it to be, be imaginative.

2004-06-29T00:34:00.000-04:00

ummm..., yeah so I decided to blog today. but then my brain turned off, and I think it's going to start pouring out of my ears any minute now.
Liberal minority, woot! best government evar!! (not Liberals, I mean a minorit govt.)

Sky is really beautiful outside today, especially around 9:50, when you could see a kind of gradiation going from dark to light from east to west, really really nice looking. Go out and look at the sky, goddamnit.
I now know why people thought stars could tell their destinies, and why the moon is always used as the standard of beauty.
yeah, I'm turning into a freak. (moreso than I was before)

Lates.

ps. stuff.

Stories.

2004-06-27T00:13:00.000-04:00

So yeah, I've been told my umbrella story wasn't good, and I'll admit it, it did suck major monkey balls.
I've decided to tell another story then:
Once upon a time, there lived a poor orphan boy who eked out a meager existence through begging. One day this boy met a wizard of great renown, who promised all the riches he could carry in his grubby little hands, for one little thing. He had to get the wizard a dingy little lamp from a cave.
hmmmm..., this story seems too familiar, and copyright violations tend to be very problematic. Well, another story I guess:

Once upon a time, there lived a poor orphan boy (or girl, just insert the gender of your choice here), who lived a life of great hardships and whatnot. One day he (or she, I'll just use he to make it short) met this old man (who as almost all wise old fogies do, had a long white beard) who promised him riches on condition, the boy had to become immortal (Immortal in the sense that he'd live forever, never die, no matter what). The boy was confused, there seemed to be no downside to the offer. He accepted and got the riches and whatever else he wanted (probably ale and whores, that's what everybody seems to want). Over time, he got married, had kids, grandkids, and lived happily in his huge house (the house has nothing to do with the story, I'm just throwing it in b/c I felt like it, and it might improve the ambience).
As time went on, his wife aged, and after a span of happily married years, she died (like nearly all people do). The boy (or as he's called now: A man) was very very distraught and heartbroken, but it was a natural part of life, and happens to most people, and he went on with his life. After a few more decades, his kids started dropping off the mortal coil. This made hit him harder than the death of his wife (well you know, outliving your own kids). A few centuries passed, he was all all alone, most of his descendents died off a long time ago. A millenia passed, humanity itself seemed to be fading away. A few billion years passed, the earth itself girded for death as the red sun encroached closer and closer. The man wasn't worried, knowing that he would outlast even that. He would live on till the cold death of the universe all alone, berating the choice he had made, finally realising the price he had paid.
yup.
lates.

Hakuna Matata

2004-06-25T00:54:00.000-04:00

I've decided to go on the path of no worries. Take things as they come. My mom told me to stop being so cynical, and it's good advice so I'm going to take it. From now on I'm gonna focus on the interesting and fun things in life. Chill a bit, not become all stressed over the little things.
I never realised how cool the sky really is. Living in the big city makes you accustomed to seeing a big black blank sky. But over the weekend, I saw the true face of the night sky. Firstly, it was the new moon, so there was no moonlight to drown out the stars, and boy were there stars. I must've sat for a couple of hours just staring at them. So beautiful.

continuing with the umbrella story (as was the requested): I walked the girl to the subway station, found out that she lived near me. (what an amazing coinkidenk eh?), walked her home, where she tried to drink my blood. yup, and this is literally, not in any metaphorical sense or whatnot. Being the paranoid freak that I am, I had some garlic on me, which got her melting, and then I walked home, knowing that in some small way, I had made the world a better place.

Lates.

1984

2004-06-24T00:16:00.000-04:00

WAR IS PEACE
IGNORANCE IS KNOWLEDGE
and can't remember the last one, Love is hate or something, gotta go read the book again.
such a beautiful beautiful book.

nice weather outside today, makes one want to sit under a tree and just read. so wonderful.
horrible sights outside sometimes though. I want all of you to imagine a sphere of jello, around the size of a basketball, now put a golf ball on top of that, and add 4 sticks to it. Now expand that thing to height of 5 feet, and you know what I saw today. oh, and it was moving.

yup, and rain is a beautiful beautiful thing. Especially if one has an umbrella and a girl is walking down the street without. and then numbers come into play :D.
that's all.
Lates.

ps. if any of you actually believed the last paragraph, I've got a bridge to sell you in Seattle.

Update?

2004-06-21T23:39:00.000-04:00

went camping over the weekend. was okay
hurt my shoulder, not fun.
lake ontario beautiful on the morning. nice.
that is the all. yay!

Them's the breaks I guess.

2004-06-16T22:55:00.000-04:00

I never realised how much of a jerk and mean person I could be.
One also never realises the power of Words, until one has hurt someone else with them. yeah...
well, just gotta change I guess.

and now I leave you with these 2 great poems by Rudyard Kipling,

Hymn Before Action.

The earth is full of anger,
The seas are dark with wrath,
The Nations in their harness
Go up against our path:
Ere yet we loose the legions --
Ere yet we draw the blade,
Jehovah of the Thunders,
Lord God of Battles, aid!

High lust and froward bearing,
Proud heart, rebellious brow --
Deaf ear and soul uncaring,
We seek Thy mercy now!
The sinner that forswore Thee,
The fool that passed Thee by,
Our times are known before Thee --
Lord, grant us strength to die!

For those who kneel beside us
At altars not Thine own,
Who lack the lights that guide us,
Lord, let their faith atone!
If wrong we did to call them,
By honour bound they came;
Let not Thy Wrath befall them,
But deal to us the blame.

From panic, pride, and terror
Revenge that knows no rein --
Light haste and lawless error,
Protect us yet again,
Cloke Thou our undeserving,
Make firm the shuddering breath,
In silence and unswerving
To taste Thy lesser death.

Ah, Mary pierced with sorrow,
Remember, reach and save
The soul that comes to-morrow
Before the God that gave!
Since each was born of woman,
For each at utter need --
True comrade and true foeman --
Madonna, intercede!

E'en now their vanguard gathers,
E'en now we face the fray --
As Thou didst help our fathers,
Help Thou our host to-day.
Fulfilled of signs and wonders,
In life, in death made clear --
Jehovah of the Thunders,
Lord God of Battles, hear!

and

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame;
Andd no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!

Reality?

2004-06-15T19:35:00.000-04:00

yeah, so I was asked to make a real blog entry, or something to that matter. However, I have idea how real blog entries go. Am I supposed to talk about what I did today? or am I supposed to throw out my entire life for dissection by other people? or am I supposed to air out the stains on my soul, hoping that such action will cleanse it? Is it like a confession?
oh well..., I don't think I can be bothered to do that, so no real blog entry today.
But, I was thinking (yeah, a bad sign I know) just what is reality? Is what we are living in real, or do we all live in our own little worlds in our minds, where we play out a different view of the world than other people? Is it all illusion, we're all living in denial, creating our own slice of reality for us not to go insane?
wouldn't it be easier if it was all chaos? nothing but total and utter chaos? no universe no nothing, so simple. yup.
oh, and here's a piece of crappy writing I found on my comp, that I wrote quite a while ago (I'm giving you all a chance to laugh at me :), me so nice :D):

Chaos

It has its own elegance and beauty. The maelstrom it’s own rough hewn grace. There was no order here, no rigid lines imposed by even more rigid entities. However, in this swirling vortex a consciousness lingered. It awoke, and thought, “something is wrong” for the very act of conscious thought implied order, meaning chaos had been compromised. At this thought the consciousness was wrenched out of its chaotic domain and shoved into a form, and had shockingly gained emotions.
“What is happening here?” it cried out in a maddening voice infused with rage and power.
“I have grown order, from the dirt of chaos,” replied a cold, dry voice with no trace of inflection or emotion.
“Why?”
“It had to be done, and order is more pleasing than chaos.”
“And who are you to encroach upon my demesne and decide what is more pleasing or right?”
“You can call me Balancer, and I can do so because it is within my power.”
“Fine, play your little game of order, it will all become chaos in the end.” said the consciousness as its form started to dissolve.
“I do not think so, for order prevails over chaos, and I shall make it so for all eternity. And as for you, you are to become an integral part of this order.” At these words, the consciousness once again began to coalesce in a solid form and became more defined.
“What are you doing?” cried the consciousness with impotent fury as it strained to break the chains binding it.
“You are now Zalamand, and this name shall keep you chained to order for all time”, intoned the Balancer, to the chaotic mass imprisoned in a gilded cage of lines and shapes.

ummmm...

2004-06-14T22:40:00.000-04:00

no updates, b/c got nothing. zilch, nada and all the other stuff.
except, aliens built the pyramids.

Never play soccer on a twisted ankle, not good I tell you.

2004-06-12T22:53:00.000-04:00

Yeah, heed the advice in the title, it'll help you in the long run.
So, high school reunion thingy today, it turns 15, yay! or whatnot. :rooleyes:
I went, met a couple of friends, and then we went and played a bit of soccer. Twisted my ankle in the first 15 minutes, b/c of some idiocy on my part, and then still played. yes, I am an idiot. Played soccer from 3-6, and came home with a splitting headache and a very achy and painful ankle.
yup, once again my idiocy shines through, as always.
well that's it, don't read any further, the next few sentences are not for your eyes.

you read further didn't you. Can't even follow instructions. sheesh...

Stuff Happens (all the time usually)

2004-06-11T21:34:00.000-04:00

Just gotta live with it. yup
Molecules: always in motion, thus stuff happens all the time.
It's a really weird feeling you get, even when you're not moving, knowing that you're hurtling across space at blinding speeds. Knowing that there is no such thing as absolute stillness, everything is in motion. Pretty cool actually.
Yeah, interesting and fun day today. Had lunch with all the super cool people from biome. It was lots of fun guys.
Went to the library today and read some books. Books are like God's special gift to mankind, so good. (people who let you borrow books on their card are even better :D)
Also saw parts of downtown today. Walked all the way down dundas to yonge, and then to Osgoode, saw many nice sights.
yeah, that's all.
can't think of anything to say.

Mediocrity, the state to be.

2004-06-09T22:22:00.000-04:00

Hey.
stuff happened today, mostly agricultural. Damn, the prof is super boring, how the hell can you read your entire lecture for 2 hours is beyond. He even has his inflections written out and everything.
reasonably warm day today, lots of people in shorts and skirts, and then it starts raining around 8:30, that was funny.
Also, minor gripe, if people know they don't have the "figure" let's say, they should not wear tight low riding pants with thongs showing. I'm all for wearing stuff that makes you feel comfortable, but I'm pretty sure their not wearing those for comfort. especially not when it's contracted to the size of the thin string, *shudder* god that was a horrible sight. I know you're all thinking I'm sort of idiot (which I am) but I say it for the general good of mankind. Haven't they heard of leaving something to the imagination?

yeah, so was pretty warm yesterday, and it was boiling in my room, so I didn't get to sleep till late, so I was just tossing and turning, with random thoughts just shooting through my empty head. So one thought that took root in the barrens of my mind, was: Just what the fuck is love?
You hear about it all the time. People finding true love in movies all the time, just by staring into each others eyes, or by being thrown into adverse situations together. Just what is it really.
Obviously there are different types, like the love for your parents, relatives, significant others, pets, inaminate objects, foods and whatnot. And love doesn't always equal like, for example, you love your parents but you don't like them. don't how that works, but it works. Then, there's the true meat of love, according to most people. The love for your significant other or whatever. I wonder if there's a sort of superficial love in there sometimes, like those people who fall in love and have their hearts broken every 2 weeks. Is that love, or just lust?
But just what is that sort of love? How do you define it? It's so intangible but at the same time so solid. How do you distinguish from an advanced form of lust? (Well I guess the fact that you don't want to just sleep with the person, could help, probably) How does one know if one loves a person? Is it when you see them, you just want to hold them forever? just want to stare at them for all eternity? The feeling of comfort and safety you get from having the person close to you? You want to take away everything that makes the person sad? The feeling you get that you'd do anything for that person and damn the consequences? The fact that you never ever want to make that person sad?
Or is it something much much more deeper than that? much deeper than words can convey? a lot more than the superficial things I stated? Who knows... (definitely not me that's for sure)

yeah, I realise I've said a lot of crap that I don't usually say, I have no fucking idea what came over me. just so you don't think somebody else wrote this, this is ac, and I wrote that atrocity above. What can I say? I guess I too can be crazier than I thought I could ever be.
Thus ends this really really weird entry.
I bid you adieu.
ps. all of the above questions and stuff is hearsay, serious.

Assumptions.

2004-06-07T22:20:00.000-04:00

yo, what up all.
just so you all are clear on this, the previous post was not by me. It was by someone else, who shall remain annonymous, and this person might be making more posts later, but you'll figure out which ones, because he/she will tell you that it's not me.
So, for anybody who cares, I did not watch Raising Helen, so don't ask me for my opinion on it.
In other news, Anthro got interesting, we learned about the falsity of race. Was interesting and eye-opening.
ps. Racism Sucks major monkey balls.
I now bid you adieu, leaving you with this poem (or fragment thereof) that I found by Rudyard Kipling:

From Panic, pride, and terror
Revenge that knows no rein,
Light haste and lawless error,
Protect us yet again.
Cloak Thou our undeserving,
Make firm the shuddering breath,
In silence and unswerving
to taste Thy lesser death

Late Night Post

2004-06-07T02:28:00.000-04:00

Listen.

Watched Raising Helen tonight at Paramount. Despite Kate Hudson's heartwarming acting, it was unsurprisingly awful, like a boring cup of beef-flavored Lipton soup.

May you live in interesting times.

2004-06-03T23:05:00.000-04:00

yo.
no juicy details today. I can't think of any. well, except for causing that riot last night. Who knew that calling a bunch of drunk people "stupidheads" could make them want your blood, or you, if they're really stupid.
Today I learned not to be racist.
I also learned that people can be fucking blithering idiots. On the bus today, during rush hour, some dumbass takes up 3 seats, motherfucker.
Lates.
ps. Tradition is useful and binds us and makes us, but it also sometimes chains us, just saying is all.

Another Day, Another something something

2004-06-02T23:50:00.000-04:00

More juicy info for you all today. Don't you feel special?
Yeah, so had to make two wannabe diva's work together today, stupid high maintainance kids, wouldn't work together no matter what I tried. tried being sugary, didn't work, tried some salt, no luck. Even tried being chatpata (the brown people know what this means), no luck whatsoever. Well, after a while, I tried the sourness approach, and voila, it worked! woot, and the room got really steamy afterwards, but when everything cooled down, it was good, real good.
Now I have proven that Apple and Pineapple juice actually works, and it tastes helluva good. (and if you have the secret ingredient of course)
How's that for juicy details.
Lates.

The Reason.

2004-06-01T22:13:00.000-04:00

Greetings all.
so I've heard that my blog doesn't have any juicy details or whatnot that really interest people. So I've decided to really tell you all about my life, and all the secrets that nobody knows. Don't tell anybody now. shhhhhhhhhh... *finger on lips*
So today around 7ish, I was walking down the street with my significant other, when I bumped into a couple of my exes from high school. This wouldn't have been so bad, if my better half had not been the sister of my ex, who she had not told about us. So yeah, that was a really awkward moment. But luckily, the building next to us caught fire, and I had to go save it. (The job of a superhero, so much work, don't tell anybody btw). So, after saving all the people, they started complimenting me, especially this really hot girl, who was all flustered and very thankful that I saved her. Then my stupid telepathy ruined it all for me, I got a distress call from Delta Balis 4, about some race of superbeings taking over their planet and making them do algebra against their will.
I teleported myself there, and then saw that the superbeings were my relatives from long long ago. We decided to have a picnic, on Delta Balis' sun, where it's always sunny, but then it went nova, and I got sent back through time, to somewhere, where I mistakenly touched this funny looking light and it exploded. And that's how the universe was formed. (to save me from an awkward moment)
So, yeah, it was ok day, could've been better though.
Lates.
ps. (So, you guys satisfied with the juicy details?)

This here is where words go

2004-05-31T23:05:00.000-04:00

Hey all,
had class today, same old boring stuff. Also had a tutorial, found out that my TA is fucking boring.
Also found out that people should keep their mouths shut if they don't know anything, rather than spouting inane crap. Like for example, Mutation is the change in allele frequency, or mutation only occurs once every hundered years. For gods sakes, what the hell do they teach kids these days. Yeah, I'm just pissed b/c people don't know nothing about genetics, and think that they do.
Well onto weirdo stuff, about human evolution.
Is intelligence an adaptive trait that we gained, or is it just a fluke? and if it's an adaptive trait, does it mean human brains will keep getting bigger, and bigger, and we'll keep evolving. It'd be really funny, a couple of million years in the future, we're just big brains, who leech glucose out of the atmosphere (that we've done), move through telekinesis, and communicate telepathically. or perhaps, just huge brains in bodies that are as efficient as possible, just for sensory perception.
meh...

Meh...

2004-05-27T00:24:00.000-04:00

Weird day, interesting day, but all in all, a good day.

Oh, and in other news, I finally know why Steff likes Bonobo Chimps so much. Those guys rock, horny little buggers that they are.
penis fencing..., still cracks me up.

oh, and Derek is da man.
That is the all.

Did Stuff.

2004-05-25T00:10:00.000-04:00

So yeah, I've been neglecting this here blog lately, and I know the readers I have (hah!), have been feeling gypped, so here's an update.
Yeah, so saw Troy on Friday, not a bad movie, lots of blood and fighting. One thing though, the girl who played Achilles' lover was a lot hotter than Helen...
The rest of the weekend was boring (stupid thunderstorms)
Today wasn't so bad, I cooked dinner for my family, and I didn't burn anything. (yay!!)
It was steak sandwiches with Cheese Sauce.
Here's the recipe for anybody who cares:
-Steaks. (thin) (if you don't like steaks or are vegetarian; fried veggies work as well, my mom says cauliflower would be good)
-Pepper (lots of it)
-Olive Oil
-Minced garlic and ginger

This stuff is for prepping the steak
First thing: Spread some pepper on a piece of Steak flip it, and then beat it with a mallet, turn it over and repeat. (do it to as many steaks as required)
then make a marinate using Olive Oil, pepper, and the garlic and ginger (and salt if you want)
put in the Fridge for a minimum of 6 hours (I've been told that a whole day is good)

Cheese Sauce:
- Cooking cheese (I used mozzeralla)
- Milk
- Corn Starch
- Onions
- Pepper
- Salt to taste
- Cold Water
- Butter

Get a pan, put it on the stove (medium heat - 5/6), add some butter and oil and let it melt and start bubbling. Add some finely diced onions to the oily stuff, mix until the onions start to become translucent, then add milk, let it heat for a bit. Add some corn starch to cold water in a cup, and then add that to the mixture in the pan (never add corn starch by itself to a pan, I don't know why, but my mom said so, so it must be important), add some pepper and let it simmer. (ps. add enough corn starch to thicken the mixture, but whenever you add corn starch, add some milk and pepper, since corn starch makes the sauce bland) Once you have the amount you want and the right consistency, turn down the heat, let the stuff sit for a bit, and add the cheese, let that melt, and now you have your sauce.
Put that on bread with a piece of steak, and eat.

I thought it tasted good.

okie, that's all for now.
ps. Vote me in the federal elections. It's not like the other choices are good anyways right?
and you know I'd do a good job.

Lates all.
pps. you know what's hot? A girl who's smarter than you, but is really modest and nice.
yup

2004-05-21T22:15:00.000-04:00

woohoo.
Fun and Happy day today! :D :D
That is the all.

2004-05-20T23:58:00.000-04:00

boring day today.
didn't do much.
got nothing to say.
thus,
*insert a stupid yet slightly funny (or not) rant/paragraph/stuff here*

2004-05-19T22:25:00.000-04:00

What up dawgs?
so another day, another class. Interesting class today, talked about Evolution and stuff, most of it was the basic stuff to placate the artsies, so no biggie. Then he started talking about eugenics, that was the fun part. Very interesting and scary is eugenics.

oh, and Life is funny sometimes.
That is the all.
Lates.