Mourning's over...

The lost of my beloved psp no doubt struck me deep, but however, a turning point is right ahead. I shall own a new psp, and this time, piano black.

Damn am I glad about it.

Well...despite all the negative responses and loads of bitching and whining, I guess she's still one great woman who can shut me up with the things I need. I respect her for that...

No matter, tomorrow is the only Monday thus far I'm kinda looking forward to very much.

A great story worth watching...

Just to show the ending of Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence as reference to my last 2nd post. This movie has received lots of positive comments. I haven't really watched it, but I believe it's worth watching.

The Japanese doesn't speak perfect English, but I think they're understandable, and there's no reason to jeer at how much accent he carries when he speaks.

Really love how the music plays as it's ending...

On the eve of his execution, Hara bids Lawrence a final farewell, and a Merry Christmas...

Revival - FAIL?!

Disclosed to my mum about my lost psp and got a rather negative response. It's not all that surprising...but I'm still disappointed. I can't really work under such circumstances...and speaking of work, my (ex)boss has yet to even reply my messages and calls.

Saving money to buy 1 would take me about 2 months or even more and I can already tell that it's not gonna be easy.

Even 2nd hands are pretty costly...and you need to bid for it. Eventually the bill may surpass it's original price should there be any desperate bidders. Besides, I never really trust 2nd hands that much for I'm not sure what it went through and if anything was done to it.

Paranoid I may be, but I'm not gonna let my desperation get the better of me just yet.

Tough luck...

R.I.P 4 Febuary 2008 - 20 October 2009

I didn't expect that my next update is yet another moody post. Not that I want it, but I have nowhere else to voice em out, and Facebook doesn't really have a blogging function...perhaps I don't know it but here is my best bet.

Hell it's useless to speak to my mum anyways...

Only 1 year and 8 months old, my psp had already left me. I didn't even know where it went eventually. Someone might have picked it up...if it's so, I just hope that the new owner will be able to use it with more care. I may have mistreated my psp time and time again, but I can't go on without it. Now my only hope to recover it is to pray that I dropped it at the lecture theatre today. Nobody spotted it and I didn't look hard enough in between the gaps.

Or someone would have spotted it but handed it over to the lost and found section where consulting sessions are super limited unlike that admin office.

Those 2 are my last bet...

Should I still unable to recover my psp, all I can say is farewell and rest in peace, for no matter whoever picked it up, it won't be me, and the chances of bumping into it in this small country is rather scarce...

You will always be my first psp and you will be dearly missed, Ph3nom/D3@dm@n...I can't remember which nickname I used for my psp since I change it occasionally.

I therefore dedicate the current blog song, Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence, piano mix as a eulogy...like how Hara wished Lawrence a Merry Christmas before his execution the next day...it's the same mood.

A possible eternal parting...

And a lil something extra, to my still and ever lil sister, Adabelle:

I dunno what Ms Gail said to ya, but fret not, for Kiato-chan will always be by your side, so will the rest of your peers, whom I strongly believe will never leave you alone to wither in your own negative emotions. Of course, I will gladly be part of those peers rooting for ya.

Cheers, gal.

How long has it been...

2 months ago...

I've posted about me being a failure...and I hoped that after so long, I would have been better. However...I'm not all that better off 2 months later...

Blog hiatus for 2 months after a certain event...meanwhile, I did some self-reflection on myself. Recalling events that had taken place in the past. The bad, the worse and the worst...I've done em all. They are no big crimes...but what I've done was far more unpardonable than murder and arson...

It's been years and I can't shake this matter off my mind. I realized that the trauma that led me to those doings is not exactly a compelling reason for me to be excused. Despite my remorse and endless apologies, I know that somewhere in this world...I'm not fully forgiven...

For 2 months...I laid on my back and think back of all my sins on one end, and trying to enjoy myself as much as possible on the other...juggling so much emotions everyday at every time ain't an easy feat and damn I'm not doing it well...

It's until recently that I realized more that I'm definitely hated by many...or at the very least, I'm not needed around anymore. I can't seem to find a place to really blend in...I'm not implying anybody to like "take me in like a puppy-in-a-basket outside your door"...it's my own issue.

It's mixed emotions...

Here and there, I wished to be at both ends...but eventually, I'm at neither...I tried to be a good friend and wanna be there for anybody, but my presence only brought more awkwardness...which is felt by many including myself...

Am I being paranoid? Or perhaps I'm right...

I'm not sure...

Looks like this 2 months did more harm than good to my soul from the way I see it...

Such a loser...

For the first time in dunno-how-long...I felt that I'm a thorough loser...

I've always thought that I'm up for any challenges. I've even adopted a "take no bullshit" philosophy...however, today I've only seen my pathetic side.

A teacher caught me for something. Normally, I thought that I would just confront him/her and sort things out. But what I did today is total contrary to my resolve...I looked on at him as he exited the school, but I didn't walk up to him and reason things out.

I'm at fault perhaps...but on a second thought, I'm not really in any wrong.

I didn't realize what happened until a period of time passed. I've betrayed my philosophy to take no bullshit and shall reason things out whether I'm in the right or wrong or neutral...in the end, I just let him slipped past thinking that I'm definitely in the wrong...

Such a fucking wimp...and the utmost failure...

Now that I think of it...I've never actually succeeded in doing well in a lot of things...

Academic results...

Relationships. Be it family, friends or love...

Horrible failures that reflected only how weak I am. I thought I'm someone who could easily take on challenges, regardless whether they are good or bad...it looks like all I saw today is my rotten guts...

Why did someone like me even exist in the first place...I really wonder...

Basara overdose...

Yet again...I'm unable to sleep. I've been drifting in and out of my slumber for the pass few hours...having these "feverish dreams"...

Ya know when you are sleeping with a fever, and you tend to dream with things that preoccupied you the most, probably things that you like...things that you're very involved with before you rest. Despite them being dreams with topics of your interest...there's like a small sense of......

Discomfort...

Confusion...

And like I mentioned before, you will keep drifting in and out of your sleep...I dunno if it's intentional or not, but damn I'm doing it...

Me...perhaps I've been TOO into Sengoku Basara recently...an anime based on the real warring states that took place in ancient Japan. It's the time of samurais and shoguns and seppukus...however the anime, of course, are portrayed in a more fantasy way with attacks that calls forth typhoon and brightly shone aura...typical anime elements.

The very character which I first took notice of is Akechi Mitsuhide...another MS (Masochistic + Sadistic) freak.


De? See the reason why he caught my attention. Yup...long flowing white hair, one of the best used elements to depict a villain...along with those sinister sickles, and the pale skin which added a slight tinge of undeadness to the character.

I prefer this form compared to his Samurai Warriors/Musou Orochi game counterpart...which is more gentlemanly with black hair rather than white, and wielding a katana instead of 2 sickles which reaps life...in other words, he's more human in those games...

Well...guys like him are always the reason why I watch anime. Because people of that category normally deals and all-out carnage and enjoyed them.

Anyways...I've been having flashes of him inside my mind every now and then...I dunno if those are part of my dream, but I sure do feel a lil feverish then. But I'm fine now that I'm up...so yeah, he's like the one responsible for giving me fever dreams and booted me out of bed...

So don't get yourself too involved in any business just before you got to sleep. You mights just burn up...

Silent Rebellion

Despite this being the holidays, I could hardly find any reasons to blog. Since there's like...nothing of interest going on around here.

Well...there are, not positives ones however. But damn...I can't always vent my frustrations on this blog...for it doesn't change the fact that I'm still a loser...

As I mentioned before, if you waged war with your parents, you're destined to lose no matter how much you are able to speak up for yourself. Neither does it matter even if you managed to shut em up. So long you fight back, in other people's eyes, they would mostly condemn you for talking back to your parents...

In my case, the ole' lady would always end the war with lines that would not only make me the loser, but also a full-fledged sinner...you wouldn't feel good after listening to em.

So now, I sought another way out. Dunno if it would ever work then, but I'm gonna give it a try...for she's one tough woman I can ever wage war with...

Just remain silent and don't give a damn about anything but yourself.

Well, it worked to a certain extent, it looked as if nothing happened today when I woke up...life went on like it did before. Amazing, ain't it. Hell, I surely don't enjoy quarreling with her, due to the absolute accuracy of the quote, "Wage war against parents, and thee shalt lose".

Surely, I don't like to lose, in most aspects...let alone a fight. Too bad, I'm not that good with verbal fights. Only physical fights can allow me to truly enjoy the fun...

But no matter no matter, I shall take it that the events that took place for the past few days as the last of any disputes...for I'm seriously sick of losing...yup, that's the reason enough I think...

Happy 1 year old, Tiffany!

Celebrated Tiffany's first birthday in some restaurant in Shaw Center a couple of hours ago. Gotta admit it...it's kinda ulu there...

It's like located at a dead end after a long passageway where both sides are shops (that are closed)...pardon me if it's nothing surprising, it's my first time at Shaw Center, and I don't think I have to say why is it so...

Anyways, the main event of the evening is of course celebrating my niece's first birthday.

Allow the pictures to speak on my behalf...luckily I didn't rashly delete the photos this time round...

The ke-ki...


The birthday gal...


Grandmother and granddaughter...


Happy family...


Happy birthday, Tiffany! Your uncle's looking forward to you being able to greet him soon.

Congratulations, Nick and Clara!

First and foremost, congratulations to Nick and Clara biao jie for tying the knot, at the same time, happy birthday to Clara as well...

Wish you both a blissful marriage and may you bear loads of children. I dunno if you both will ever see this, but damn...I'll just put it up here, hoping that you might pass by here some day in the future and see this message.

Bo bian lah...I shy mah. People marriage not really my business, but it still reminds me of my failed first love...and to make matters even better, the waitress serving our table looks like "somebody" to a certain extent sia.

I was like...win liao loh...

Tch...no matter, best wishes to you both!

Unfortunately, due to my finger quickness far surpassing my cerebral processing speed, I accidentally deleted most of the pictures in my phone while marking them...

I hate it whenever that happens...

These are all that's remained...


AND~~~

Apparently, I'm having problems with Imeem playing songs on my blog. I can't help it when the song suddenly got cut into just a 30 seconds "preview". So I took it down for now, until I can solve that problem...

Ok time for school...

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Sista! Gambatte ne!

Advent Children FTW!

Just done watching Final Fantasy VII Advent Children Complete. Note that it's a newer and better version of Advent Children...

Basically, it's just some more new scenes, more action and more story told...most importantly, the final battle between Sephiroth and Cloud has intensified. There's rarely any blood spilled except on Sephiroth's Masamune after he stabbed Cloud in the shoulder in the previous version.

But in the current version...ho ho, oh brother.

Impalement after impalement...cuts after cuts...each swing of the Masamune draws blood from Cloud's fair, delicate skin...blood oozing out of the wounds and splatters all around him as Cloud hits the ground.

Boy, am I enjoying this...

Sephy's definitely gotten more bad ass from the previous installment. He even took on his "winged-angel form" for more elegant moves. The fight's an epic win...

However, despite this being a newer version of the movie, the traditional rule of "Good will triumph over Evil" has not been abolished. Apparently, people still prefer happy ending eh? Not me, that's for sure...

It has always been like this...the villains are definitely stronger than the protagonists...but to portray that goody-goodies always wins, the villains are FORCED to lose because the protagonists will receive a sudden burst of strength out of something as minute as a piece of PowerPoint slide show of the protagonists' friends and family pictures at the end despite being mortally wounded or even dead...

Ah no matter...I'm glad Sephy's attained new heights with his new arsenal of swordsmanship...

Oh and I gotta give Reno and Rude credit too...they've gotten more screen time...I think...and needless to say, more comedy. Although it's a shame that they took away the scene when Reno climbed the building to help out Rufus, but the new scenes sure made up for the removed ones...

Unfortunately, no videos up here yet since there ain't no decent piece of video uploaded yet, but I'll keep an eye out for em...

W00t~~~

Yamazaki's Piano Recital

A batsu game (punishment "game") featuring Yamazaki Hosei.

This poor guy is supposed to play piano in the dead of the night at a school...abandoned or not...I dunno. Haunted or not, I'm not too sure either. However, a school's definitely one of the worst place you can ever visit at the deepest of nights.

So Yamazaki's gotta walk all the way from his 1st floor "suite", up till level 4 to where the music room is, which held nothing but a lone piano in the center of the room...

Of course, traps are installed along the way...

The problem is...he's gotta walk through the same corridors 4 separate times due to the fact that he had to play 4 different pieces of melodies at an hour interval. And not to mention different traps are utilized every single time...though 1 or 2 might still remain. So yeah...very unfortunate, but it's fun to watch...

Just in case there's some enigmatic surprises...I'll try my best to describe what are the traps laid down for poor ole' Yamazaki...

1st attempt:

1. There's this sign that says: "Meeting in process, please keep quiet." (A meeting in the middle of the night...what else could that mean...)

2. Random sounds just pops out of the wall...

3. The elevator shall move...


2nd attempt:

1. An old soul shall be on patrol...

2. Sound of glass shatter...

3. Lotion applied onto the door handle of the music room...

4. Piano keys had trouble producing sounds...


3rd attempt:

1. Cries of a woman coming from within the toilet...

2. A pair of twins in kimono will be stalking Yamazaki. (This part is the best in my opinion...it gave the most kick to anyone who ventured beyond the point in person...and see of you can notice that one of the lil girl jumped at Yamazaki's screams...)

3. Farting cushion...

4. Secret #1...


4th attempt:

1. Blood on piano keys...

2. Secret #2...

Well, those are based on what I know about Japanese characters. As for the 2 secrets, I merely noted them down as the video stated...so you shall be kept from the secret until you've watched it...and on a side note, this is the video which allowed me to discover Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence...

Ok without further ado, lemme present Yamazaki Hosei's Piano Recital...

The longest 1 hour...

It took me 1 freaking hour to render a 30 seconds video...just because I had an extra bubbly scene which lasts for about 3 seconds in the clip.

What the hell's gonna happen if it's a 3 minutes project...

I'm soothed once again...

I can't help it but admire this piece of music playing as my current blog song now.

It consisted of no vocals...at least for this version, but it's THE melody that even evil souls find peace within...magically delicious. It's a super-duper-old-ancient piece since it's like out during the 1980s. Not all that far off, but it's like 10 years before my birth...thus I shall categorize it under "OLD". But this vintage melody didn't give me that impression upon first listening, and I'd say that I'm lucky enough to have bumped into this music.

I mean it has even surpassed my previous lullaby, which I believed to be one of the best all time classic. The theme of this melody, in my opinion is like...so "crystal" and "glacier" . I can't really describe em, but those 2 words are how I felt when I listened to the music...

Another piece of music added to my cerebral archive of favorable audio files, I guess...tru-ly bea-u-ti-ful...

Song: Merry Christmas, Mr Lawrence
Artist: Sakamoto Ryuichi

Risen yet again...

Finally...after such a long period of time, my foot has recovered. Well, almost actually, for it is still kinda stiff...

This lil sprain took me the longest amount of time I've ever needed to recover...compared to my long history of other issues of sprained ankles, busted elbows and over-twisted abdomen. But no matter no matter, I shall be in fighting shape soon enough.

Other than being not able to flex and land heavily on my foot, I think I'm pretty much ready to carry on with my 18 years odyssey, since there's gonna be one less issue to preoccupy me...

Once in a long while...

Nothing much...just thought that it's been a while since I last sprained my ankle and had it swelled like a pig's trotter...

But then again...this pain is not what a masochist would normally enjoy for it greatly...and I mean GREATLY hinders your movements...I've been walking around as if something's up my ass and though I can't see it, I strongly believe that I look awfully queer when I walk and strut and limp and hop...

No matter, try ta spot the difference!


Well...it's not that difficult to spot it, right? However, if you really can't see what the hell is wrong, the following image shall be your answer of the lifetime...

Happy Birthday, Addeh!

A belated happy 18th birthday to lil Addy-belle...

Hope that you've enjoyed the lil celebration and the anytime-anywhere-choir whose members just keep abruptly bursting out the birthday song in high to low pitch and of fairly high magnitude...

And sorry, I could have been more into it if my ankle had not been sprained on the way.

Anyways, really hope that you'd like the lil cushion a.k.a pillow a.k.a anything that comes into your mind. Oh, by the way, should you suddenly have the urge for gores...like Friday The 13th, I don't mind watching it again with ya and your peers, that is if you don't mind my presence that is...

Again, tanjobi omedeto gozaimasu!

And to Shan...don't worry too much. These ordeals will eventually boost man's physical resistance and immunities. So just look forward to his recovery, and enjoy having a stronger soul standing by ya.

Lastly, thank you to everybody for inviting me over, also thank you guys for your concern and help to ease my swell just hours ago...and Angeline's dad for footing the bill, though it's kinda pai seh for ya to pay for us when you're a "special" guest.

Well, that's how I see it, for he made a surprise appearance.

That's all for now, I guess. Everybody, cares and cheers!

Aww damn shiat...

Well...first of all, it's a fine day with fluffy white clouds in the vast blue piece of dunno-what called the sky...

A 18 years old shonen headed on to school...

With his black Nike bag...

Black Nike shoes...

Black Giordano shirt...

Some random 3/4 pants...

And a big, budget, "slightly more than A2" folder...

He went in to his drawing class, and all went pretty smoothly, for the lecturer's a nice guy, and the shonen didn't really screw many things up...at least he hopes so...

Next, he went to do Maya...

Soon, he was alone again...

He then dragged he's carcass all the way down to MacDonald...finished his food in solitude...and next, headed for the library. He stayed in the library from 1500+ to 1825...killing time by drawing another character...

Evening came, and he went for some kendo orientation, for he strongly believed that he found himself a place where he belongs...

Hell is he wrong...

The sparring part did excite him a LOT...and it shall be the most fun thing that will ever occur to him should he take part in it. But the rest of the orientation is what he didn't expect, though they are necessary.

No battojutsu...

No hirazuki...

No gatotsu......DUH?! It'll be impressive if one would be able to perform, let alone landing it on anybody. But the shonen would LOVE to learn how to utilize it, probably other sword techniques as well...

Unfortunately, those are beyond the kendo club's arsenal...

At the same time, the family of the shonen is having another old school uproar once again, making it almost impossible......make that LITERALLY impossible to raise the matter to his family...

So yeah...it kinda suck...

I guess it's for the better, so the shonen can go back and focus on his MMA obsessions...be it professional or freestyle...

He'd love em all...

Restaurant "He yo"

People pay for what they eat in restaurants...

But these bunch of Japanese are different...for they fart for what they eat. Sounds gross? Well...it's just a game, so it's not such a BIG deal after all...

For those not seeing any subtitles appearing, simply move your mouse cursor over to the button at the bottom-right hand corner, and check the button with "CC" on it...

That is if you're interested in watching the video...

Discretion: Occasional obscenity ahead. View it at your ow risk...







*Just a random note, the videos above were narrated by Tachiki Fumihiko-san, who's the seiyuu a.k.a voice actor for one of my favorite anime characters, Zaraki Kenpachi. =D

Fatal Frame "Fatality"

Just when I thought my body clock's readjusting back......

No matter...needless to say, I believe most of ya, if not all, should know under which genre of games Fatal Frame falls under.

Souls who have experienced playing the game, be it a veteran or just running around the map and escape whatever you encounter, regardless if it's a malice apparition or Casper's Japan counterpart...you should know how does it feel to play the game.

Tense...

Excited...

On guard...

Expected to see something but nothing's there...

Something pops up when you least expect it...

The game's perfect for all to play, I'm telling ya. I hate to admit it, but when I first played it, I kinda...

DAMN!

Courtesy of Jun who jioed me in while staying over at Daniel's house...it's more than 2 years...but I can still remember how I felt then...

It's not so bad to play it with your friends, but to play it alone in the dead of the night...you're in for a wild ride...

I suddenly had the urge to play the game despite knowing that I'll jump time and time again while playing. Unfortunately, I don't have the platform, nor the game...so I decided to satisfy myself by watching some videos to freak myself out...

Well....

I have no problems finding the videos...

But the problem is, the game cracks me up rather than scaring me. No, no...not that the game play is no longer good, it's the player who's responsible...

He seriously busted the supposedly tense and dark ambiance...but nobody's gonna blame him for it. In fact, everybody enjoyed it, including me...

It's better to see for yourself...

But I must warn you...heavy profanity ahead...and best watched in the middle of the night...all alone...in the darkness......



The next one's gonna be rather short, but sorta effective...



I liked the screams in here the best...it's as if he's turned loony...



See the reason why a horror game makes me laugh in the middle of the night now? But my thirst for some horror has yet to diminish...at least for now...

If you find me lame to laugh at those things...you have no laughing bone...

Ok, it's kinda screwing up your audio output. But damn, it sure hell is fun watching him play...you won't find players like him around often. I'd say it's a privilege to hear his hoarse screams and his comical way of playing the scariest game to date...

Done watching the videos, I wish thou souls to sleep tight...and I mean TIGHT...for you never know what might reach out it's malicious claws upon your neck...

...tonight...