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But I will hold out, for Huaffers.
"Nothing is original, steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speaks directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity in invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
- Jim Jarmusch.
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- Jim Jarmusch.
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Stego comes to life, a banal existence, its becoming itself not a wonder of life, but a sad act for someone else to act like they didn't care.
Not that they didn't, of course they did. Otherwise, there'd be no explanation to why Stego is, at best, not even able to measure up as a distraction. Hereby, births Stego.
Noise. Silence. Then someone says something. Lose a tail. Re-attach. Ouch. That was the front leg. Bantering. Re-attach.
"Will this thing fit into the box?"
"I doubt so, it looks much bigger assembled."
"Oh hey! it goes in!"
"..."
"Okay, let's fit the other tools in there too."
"~snap!* and the lid of the box pours darkness into the 8in x 5in x 1.5in cardboard box.
As the others move on, Stego, the half-born, remains haunting the corner of the fast food restaurant while its skeleton rattles in the cardboard box painted with happy, functional, complete Stegosauruses, the box clutched loosely between the fingers of a girl of 22 seasons in bloom.
The world becomes a happy place once again.
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Note to self: The dangerous aspect of being on the streets at 3am really refers to barely-even-half-awake drivers. Not so much the roadside mugging. If you're not even taking the roadside if you can help it, then I'm not going to even try explain your stupidity as long as I can help it.
Also, let's just move on and end some things here.
Not that they didn't, of course they did. Otherwise, there'd be no explanation to why Stego is, at best, not even able to measure up as a distraction. Hereby, births Stego.
Noise. Silence. Then someone says something. Lose a tail. Re-attach. Ouch. That was the front leg. Bantering. Re-attach.
"Will this thing fit into the box?"
"I doubt so, it looks much bigger assembled."
"Oh hey! it goes in!"
"..."
"Okay, let's fit the other tools in there too."
"~snap!* and the lid of the box pours darkness into the 8in x 5in x 1.5in cardboard box.
As the others move on, Stego, the half-born, remains haunting the corner of the fast food restaurant while its skeleton rattles in the cardboard box painted with happy, functional, complete Stegosauruses, the box clutched loosely between the fingers of a girl of 22 seasons in bloom.
The world becomes a happy place once again.
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Note to self: The dangerous aspect of being on the streets at 3am really refers to barely-even-half-awake drivers. Not so much the roadside mugging. If you're not even taking the roadside if you can help it, then I'm not going to even try explain your stupidity as long as I can help it.
Also, let's just move on and end some things here.
When I'm awake, I don't want to sleep.
And when I'm asleep, I don't want to wake up.
Idek what I want anymore.
And when I'm asleep, I don't want to wake up.
Idek what I want anymore.
Eternal.
That was what I had thought Gundam Wing and the pilots were, have been. Eternal.
And then again, that was until I finished over 3 days this massive monster of a fanfic, Andrea Readwolf's A Matter of Heart, which time line extends to A.C. 278, detailing the stories of their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren up to Quatre Winner's fictional death.
That was what I had thought Gundam Wing and the pilots were, have been. Eternal.
And then again, that was until I finished over 3 days this massive monster of a fanfic, Andrea Readwolf's A Matter of Heart, which time line extends to A.C. 278, detailing the stories of their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren up to Quatre Winner's fictional death.
The Death of the Gundam Pilots
In AC 248-249, a series of terrorism acts began. In an effort to help stop the these acts, the gundam boys came out of reserve, as it were. In November or 249, Preventers Headquarters in the capitol city of Earth was attacked. Over three hundred people were in the building, including Sally Po, Lady Une, and Heero Yuy. Heero did not die in the building, but was later taken off life support--an act which I believe hurts more than someone dying...
A year and a half later, Zechs died of a heart attack. His sister, Relena, was killed the same year by assassination. Odin Maxwell, Dylan and Nikki's youngest child, is named after his father's mentor. Odin and Callie's daughter Cassandra are the only two grandchildren Heero and Zechs didn't get a chance to meet...
Trowa, in 270, succumbed to an old age that no amount of serum could help him from. Three years later, in 273, Wufei died of lung failure. Another three years saw Duo's death from old age. Another two years brought Quatre to his final breath.
And they still feel fucking eternal to me. I doubt I will ever grow out of this fandom as long as I remain a romantic.In AC 248-249, a series of terrorism acts began. In an effort to help stop the these acts, the gundam boys came out of reserve, as it were. In November or 249, Preventers Headquarters in the capitol city of Earth was attacked. Over three hundred people were in the building, including Sally Po, Lady Une, and Heero Yuy. Heero did not die in the building, but was later taken off life support--an act which I believe hurts more than someone dying...
A year and a half later, Zechs died of a heart attack. His sister, Relena, was killed the same year by assassination. Odin Maxwell, Dylan and Nikki's youngest child, is named after his father's mentor. Odin and Callie's daughter Cassandra are the only two grandchildren Heero and Zechs didn't get a chance to meet...
Trowa, in 270, succumbed to an old age that no amount of serum could help him from. Three years later, in 273, Wufei died of lung failure. Another three years saw Duo's death from old age. Another two years brought Quatre to his final breath.
2 more days till my self-imposed holidays end, despite the fact that there's not much Chinese New Year-ing this time.
Sigh.
/depressed/.
Sigh.
/depressed/.
In my 22 years of living, only 3 people have told me to "behave yourself".
I know i can be too stubborn for my own good.
5 minutes after i publish this post, I may forget the reason why you told me to "behave".
5 hours later, I may forget you ever told me to behave".
5 years later, I might not even recognize you on the streets,
Or worse, I may not even remember you.
Here's to appreciating your concern;
Just for the next 5 minutes.
I know i can be too stubborn for my own good.
5 minutes after i publish this post, I may forget the reason why you told me to "behave".
5 hours later, I may forget you ever told me to behave".
5 years later, I might not even recognize you on the streets,
Or worse, I may not even remember you.
Here's to appreciating your concern;
Just for the next 5 minutes.
GG, I tell you.
Decided to give myself a week of holiday after god donkey years from school/work and before semester starts again, and my body (as usual) has to betray my brain.
Brain: Get back your youth and childhood!
Body: Gimme a break, I wanna sleep.
The continuing argument resulted in a raging fever, which happens to be usual for every first few days of real holiday.
And then my 'holiday' is gone.
Decided to give myself a week of holiday after god donkey years from school/work and before semester starts again, and my body (as usual) has to betray my brain.
Brain: Get back your youth and childhood!
Body: Gimme a break, I wanna sleep.
The continuing argument resulted in a raging fever, which happens to be usual for every first few days of real holiday.
And then my 'holiday' is gone.
Mersing, here I come!
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I'm not exactly sure what happened to sleep being priority.
The amount I have been getting over the past two nights is at least 5 times less than when I was having my exams. For those who have difficulty comprehending that, it means that If i have been sleeping 10 hours during the exam period, I have only been able to enjoy 2 hours each night now.
Which is worrying me :(
Internet and social life, leave me alone for awhile, will 'ya?
The amount I have been getting over the past two nights is at least 5 times less than when I was having my exams. For those who have difficulty comprehending that, it means that If i have been sleeping 10 hours during the exam period, I have only been able to enjoy 2 hours each night now.
Which is worrying me :(
Internet and social life, leave me alone for awhile, will 'ya?
Flying to crash is one thing. Achieving a crash (but successful, somewhat) landing is another. And that's supposed to comparatively be a good thing, since I picture myself flying an old Junker J 1 anyway.
Enough of the cold and cramps.
Sleep and getting tomorrow over and done with are on the top of my priority list now.
N.B.: Sleep will always be priority.
Enough of the cold and cramps.
Sleep and getting tomorrow over and done with are on the top of my priority list now.
N.B.: Sleep will always be priority.
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Not the manual, no. The course code. The paper was pure memory work can. Which I so happened to suck at.
Give me essays next time. Anytime.
Say no to 50 x 1 mark short answers asking for specific words. Say no NOW.
* If there's any reason I dislike translation papers, it's that I spend like 99% of the time hunched and flipping through the dictionary, and exit the exam hall with a pow-wow neckache that lasts for days.
Give me essays next time. Anytime.
Say no to 50 x 1 mark short answers asking for specific words. Say no NOW.
* If there's any reason I dislike translation papers, it's that I spend like 99% of the time hunched and flipping through the dictionary, and exit the exam hall with a pow-wow neckache that lasts for days.
Just started using StumbleUpon.
A stumble never felt so good before, and I've been stumbling for the past 5 minutes.
Much unlike the kind of stumbles I have been getting through life with.
Try it.
A stumble never felt so good before, and I've been stumbling for the past 5 minutes.
Much unlike the kind of stumbles I have been getting through life with.
Try it.
xD to ctrl
I am generally a very happy person, but journals will see very little of that jazz.
Which relates to how I need more happiness right now.
Control.
You have my love.
I am generally a very happy person, but journals will see very little of that jazz.
Which relates to how I need more happiness right now.
Control.
You have my love.
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