Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Adage - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Adage - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Godwin's Law - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Godwin's Law - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Discworld - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Discworld - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:

" 'All right,' said Susan, 'I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need ... fantasies to make life bearable.'
No. Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
'Tooth faries? Hogfathers?'
Yes. As practice. You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
'So we can believe the big ones?'
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
'They're not the same at all!'
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice. And yet you act as if there were some sort of rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
'Yes. But people have got to believe that or what's the point—'
My point exactly.
– Hogfather"

Google Press Center: Zeitgeist

Google Press Center: Zeitgeist

"It turns out that looking at the aggregation of billions of search queries people type into Google reveals something about our curiosity, our thirst for news, and perhaps even our desires. Considering all that has occurred in 2005, we thought it would be interesting to study just a few of the significant events, and names that make this a memorable year. (We’ll leave it to the historians to determine which ones are lasting and which ephemeral.) We hope you enjoy this selective view of our collective year."

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Pete Butler's 1UP Blog: just thought I'd share...

Pete Butler's 1UP Blog: just thought I'd share...

Nice Street Fighter vs. Mortal Kombat flash animation. Very Sweet.

Octopus Eats Shark - Google Video

Octopus Eats Shark - Google Video

Yep. Like it says... watch!

The Wizards of Winter - Google Video

The Wizards of Winter - Google Video

Now this is a winter music show!

Ikaruga - Google Video

Ikaruga - Google Video

Hmm.. this is humbling... the same guy plays both ships on the first stage in Ikaruga... an almost doesn't get killed!

Street Fighter Diago - Google Video

Street Fighter Diago - Google Video

Must be seen to be believed....

Monday, December 19, 2005

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Cryptic Reference to Recent Events

Amazing how much junk can jealousy come up with on short notice. How the mind, when lacking any explanations, will come up with what seems most probable at the time, while always looking for someone else to blame, so as to be able to focus hatred outwards.

In any case, the damage is done. Even if it comes to light that the whole thing is a misunderstanding, the damage cannot be undone. Which just makes me not care. I mean, why should I try to fix it, if it won’t be fixed?

I guess it’s for my friends. Even if the relevant people don’t change, at least I did what I could. I wash my hands, carrying the assumed sins away.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Classic Live -

Classic Live -

play SimCity on the web! free!

Monday, December 12, 2005

<> The Video Gamer's Amp

<> The Video Gamer's Amp

Telltale Games - Comics

Telltale Games - Comics

Next Generation - Ragnarok Online Goes Mobile

Next Generation - Ragnarok Online Goes Mobile

Power Game Station! "game&game"

Power Game Station! "game&game"

A portal for Westeners to play Korean games. Pretty nice.


A day, like every other day. I volunteered to escort Whisper to her temple, seeing as how Angel was with our Liege, and Magistrate was on business, and how we haven’t seen Geburah in quite a whileSo I’d rather not be bored. Besides, the Labyrinth is a nice place. I mean, just take out all the mad ghosts who want to kill you, the nephwracks who want to turn you to the service of Oblivion, and the Morthwrights who want to just drag you down with them. What do you end up with?

I know, not much.

So I decided to escort Whispers to her temple for today’s sermon. Nice girl, that one. Very devout. I remember when I went to collect her, she even murdered her own sister because she wasn’t believing. She was just imitating. And I can understand that. No space for wannabes, I suppose.

So Whisper starts with her sermon. Her voice is always melodious, yet hinting to a profound darkness. I’m pretty sure her connection to our Malfean lords runs much stronger than the one to our Liege. As long as she does her job, I guess.

I’m hiding in the shadows, letting Whisper do her thing, when the pain hits. A strong pain deep in our soul, like a shard of it was extirpated from our very essences. Makes me even drop to the floor in silent agony. Then I hear our master’s voice, summoning us, asking for help.

Seems things won’t be as boring as I thought they would be.

I take a quick glance at Whisper, and she’s doubled over on the floor, gasping for air. Her followers quickly go to her aid, trying to determine what the problem is. Our eyes meet, and all that had to be said was said. She can manage herself here, in the Labyrinth; she was here for a full year before joining us. I’ll go check what’s up with our Liege.

I quickly envelop myself in darkness, and race to the temple doors. As I open them, a flurry of blows cascades in from outside. I defend myself in time by the sheer force of my essence-fueled sword parries, and the preternaturally malleable weapon at my disposal. My sword reshapes at my will to defend me from the claws of the hungry ghosts now pouring into the temple.

I pull back, partially dematerializing my form to make it even harder for them to hit me, and take a look at the situation. The ghosts and other Labyrinth creatures are now entering the windows as well, and closing down around both me and Whisper. Whisper’s followers are doing their best to defend her, but as most of them are peaceful ghosts and mortals, they don’t stand much of a chance. Something must be done, and soon.

With a flick of my sword, she rebalances herself for maximum accuracy, and as I touch her to my forehead, my anima blossoms, my caste mark cracks open, bleeding, and the blood blossoms around my blade, enveloping it in dark fury.

Time seems to stand still as I dance around my attackers, a pattern inspired to me by the Malfeans. I slash and thrust and slice, seemingly at random, yet leaving a thick red line, the glittering essence echo of my blade as it moves through the air and plasm of my enemies. By the time I’m done, I did 2 full circles of the temple, and destroyed about 25 ghosts. All in about 3 seconds.

Yeah, I know. My training’s paid off.

But they keep pushing in. It seems to be an unending wave. I begin to prepare for another circuit, as I ask Whisper, “What will you do? We have to get out”. Whisper looks at me, noticing he doesn’t have many more followers between her and our enemies, and she yells back “Just go.”, softness in her voice disguising the latent power in the sound. I immediately uinderstand, and again activate my Anima, yet instead of slashing at the enemies in the temple, I slash at the first, stab at the second, and use the sword stuck in his body as a pole, vaulting me above the whole group, and taking me outside.

Once outside, I continue, essence guiding my movements, as I keep razing all enemies between me and my Liege. It worries me that he would summon us with such hurry. I worry for Angel, who was with him, and doesn’t know restraint. I worry for Geburah, where could he be? I worry for Whisper, who is still in there with the hungry ghosts. Magistry should be safe, although when he hears the summons, he will plunge for the source, seemingly within the Labyrinth.

Most of all, I worry for the sudden pain in my soul. Have I lost something?

Sunday, December 11, 2005

RPGnet Forums - Exalted second edition official spoiler thread

RPGnet Forums - Exalted second edition official spoiler thread:

"It is to differentiate between the literal and the figurative that the Primordials crawled from nowhere into nowhere, created Creation, and then established themselves in the Heavenly City to play the Games of Divinity and rebuff the Fair Folk hordes.

In this they were at best partially successful; for in the end, it is unclear that the elemental poles and land and sea and fire of their work is truly literal, and not a representation for the intimacies of their kind. And as for humanity, last and most notorious of all their ill-thought works, it must be said that to consider them as nothing more than what they appear---ungainly constructs of flesh and bone that wobble as they walk and speak without comprehension using their flapping tongues---is a ridiculous failure on the critic's part. They are transparently a complex metaphor, a denunciation, a long rolling ranting speech by the Primordial that gave them birth on all the imperfections and illusions hiding from even the Primordials forever the glory of the true existence that they will never know.


A post on The Primordials and Exalted

RPGnet Forums - Exalted second edition official spoiler thread

RPGnet Forums - Exalted second edition official spoiler thread:

"I drunkenly vociferously campaigned for 'Hittin' Stuff,' 'Hittin' Stuff With Things,' 'Shootin' Stuff,' and 'Throwin' Things At Stuff' but was overruled early in the design process. Maybe. I don't exactly remember. "

Love the name changes for Brawl, Melee, Archery and Thrown, respectively... ^_^

Interesting Quote

He who knows, and knows that he knows -- he is wise; follow him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows -- he is asleep; wake him.
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not -- he is a fool; shun him.
He who knows not, and knows he knows not -- he is a child; teach him.

[Exalted]Nephipal, A Question - RPGnet Forums

[Exalted]Nephipal, A Question - RPGnet Forums

A question I had on the AByssal charm "Reaper of Men" from the game Exalted.



Heh... this one's good.



Anime Lyrics (.com): Anime Lyrics: Initial D: Blast My Desire

Anime Lyrics (.com): Anime Lyrics: Initial D: Blast My Desire

Anime Lyrics (.com): Anime Lyrics: Initial D: FOREVER YOUNG

Anime Lyrics (.com): Anime Lyrics: Initial D: FOREVER YOUNG

Gadgets � The top 10 weirdest USB drives ever

Gadgets � The top 10 weirdest USB drives ever

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Mailanka -- stunt cheat sheet

Mailanka -- stunt cheat sheet

Mnemon Explains Solar Combat - RPGnetWiki

Mnemon Explains Solar Combat - RPGnetWiki

Animal Crossing DS Friend Code

Well, Seeing as how I'm awfully bored, why don't some of you with Animal Crossing DS show up around here? My name's Ashtear, my town's called Astyria, and my Friend Code is 395197739747. Come on over!!!

Stupid PSP Firmware crap

Hmm... at first, I thought I could weather it out with the homebrew people making ways to bypass the firmware checks on newer games, but I have given up. PoPoLoCrois seems to be a very good game, and I bought it, only to run into the 2.0 check. I have a 1.5 version PSP, from the day they came out, but it seems I will have to upgrade it...


Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Monday, December 05, 2005


Rainy's is a site with two applications of interest: Rainlendar, a lightweight calendar application, and Rainmeter, a lightweight system monitor application. Skins for both these applications are here and here, respectively.

The Hunt for the Orb

The construction is magnificent. A maze of catwalks suspended in the air above the ocean, probably created from blue jade and steel. The paths criss-cross with each other, making the whole thing look like a painting with a serious perspective problem. The structure seems to be suspended in midair, though 2 paths enter the ocean, and 2 paths contact the mountains at the sides. Still, they are too flimsy to actually offer support to the whole thing.

There were mortals there too. Seemingly, we needed them there for some reason,
something to do with the end of whatever it is we were doing there. I think Angel was tasked with defending them, while Otoniel and I had to defeat the orb's guardians.

At the top of the structure sat a triangular platform, some 40 yards on a side. Each point had a stone, that, when properly activated, would allow us access to the blue orb that sat in the middle of the platform.

I remember being up there with Otoniel, trying to touch the Orb, and one of the stones on the points began to glow with unearthly light. Then the whole pedestal where the stone was set moved, shaping itself like a great hunting cat, the stone set in it's brow. Apparently it wanted to defend the central orb. Which made it our enemy.

As soon as it began to move, I activated my Ebon Shadow Form, concentrating the dark essence within me to shroud my silhouette in fading copies of my shadow. At the same time, the bands in my arms began to glow, unwinding and showing scriptures of martial prowess, before fading into nothing, yet reinforcing my movements.

It pounced at this moment, yet it seems the shadows were successful, for he didn't hit, even though I didn't move. Otoniel began the motions to cast a spell, so I moved to defend him while he finished. It seemed the cat thought the same, and tried to attack Otoniel.

As it pounced his way, I struck first, forcing it's snout upward, which I followed up with an upward roundhouse, pushing him up in the air. Once there I jumped, followed it with another kick, and then a formal spin kick, pushing it away. Once I realized he was out of range for any other hit, I snapped a bolt of focused necrotic essence at it, and that finished it. The stone in it's brow stopped glowing, looking like an inert rock.

Unfortunately, all of the impacts forced the cat off the platform, and into the ocean. As it fell I could see how the cat itself began to turn to dust, until the only remaining thing was the stone, which landed in the water on it's own.

Otoniel stayed on top, thinking of furthering his defenses for the other 2 guardians we were missing, while me and Finian, who had arrived late, went for the stone. We both just jumped from the platform to the water. But where Finian made a splash as he sank in, I landed with a skid on the water's surface. I peered into the water, and even though I saw some creatures going after Finian, I wasn't too woried.

As expected, a sudden flash of necrotic energy centered on Finian did good work of getting rid of those stupid fish, and a few seconds later her came up with the stone. But as he surfaced, and we started the trek back to the platform, I heard the sounds of combat up above. Seems the second cat woke up ahead of schedule.

I told Finian to get going to the top. We needed all 3 inert stones to unlock the Orb from it's casing. As he climbed off the water and started to run on it's surface, I allowed myself to sink in the water, seeking the shadows deep below. The calm of the waves was soothing, but I had more pressing concerns. As I reached the shadows, I willed myself to travel through them, to take me to the shadow cast by the pedestal atop the platform.

Suddenly, I can hear the combat sounds a lot louder, and just a step takes me out of the pedestal's shadow, to see how Otoniel's finely dealing with the second cat on his own. Or should I say, with the help of a construct he created from the very material of the platform.

I've always marveled at the perfection of his constructs. Right now he created something very similar to his opponent, if a bit bigger. Both cats are squaring off a small distance from him, and whenever the enemy tries to strike at Otoniel, his construct bats him away. Very, very nice. Maybe I'll let him do those augmentations he always offers me... But then again, my body works just fine, thank you.

This is based off of a dream I had a few minutes ago. I tried to write down the dream as fast as I could, and when it faded, I used what I had written as a seed for a story on the new characters me and my friends are making to play in Exalted. We'll be playing Abyssals this time. I haven't finished this, I'll see if I can finish it later on.

ExaltedWiki: WelcomeToExaltedWiki

ExaltedWiki: WelcomeToExaltedWiki

A veritable font of info for Exalted.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Akashic Records - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Akashic Records - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Maybe an Indigo
You fit some of the characteristics of an Indigo
Child. Maybe you have had unexplained
occurrences in your life; maybe you stand out
from others in some way. Your unique purpose
continues to be letting your soul experience
and evolve towards a higher state. Whether you
are Indigo or not, you are certainly
open-minded and have an important role to play
in the next years of our planet's life-cycle.

Could you be an Indigo child?
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Gravure Idol Jo

Gravure Idol Jo


WoW Pics

WoW Pics

Now, I would normally say I don't believe this, but I've learned there will probably be a nude patch for every game featuring females.

Crashlander Edge Archive

Crashlander Edge Archive

Crashlander Cartoon Strip

Crashlander Cartoon Strip

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Wacky weapons...

ROFL!!! Check out this post on the White Wolf forums. One of the wackiest things to happen in an Exalted game, at least in a long time...

Friday, November 25, 2005

Melissa Uran art site

Melissa Uran art site

Very nice artist whom I first knew of from her work for White Wolf Publishing.

freesound :: slashdotted for now

freesound :: slashdotted for now

Note to self for further research...

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Vertical Horizon Shackled lyrics

Vertical Horizon Shackled lyrics:
Shackled Lyrics
by Vertical Horizon

For so long my life's been sewn up tight inside your hold
And it leaves me there without a place to call my own

I know now what shadows can see
There's no point in running 'less you run with me
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you cut me down
Let me introduce you to the end

And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings
It always leads me back to suffering
But I will soar until the wind whips me down
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again

So tired now of paying my dues
I start out strong but then I always lose
It's half the distance before you leave me behind
It's such a waste of time

'Cause my shackles
You won't be
And my rapture
You won't believe
And deep inside you will bleed for me

So here I slave inside of a broken dream
Forever holding on to splitting seams
So take your piece and leave me alone to die
I don't need you to keep my faith alive

I know now what trouble can be
And why it follows me so easily
It's half the distance through the open door
Before you shut me down
Let me introduce you to the end


Though you know you care


And my laughter
You won't hear
The faster
I disappear
And time will burn your eyes to tears

Song Meanings at Songfacts

Song Meanings at Songfacts

Nice spot to research music at...

I'm Lost Without You Lyrics - Blink-182

I'm Lost Without You Lyrics - Blink-182

Artist: Blink-182 Lyrics
Song: I'm Lost Without You Lyrics

I swear that I can go on forever again
Please let me know that my one bad day will end
I will go down as your lover, your friend
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin

Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you
I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you
Where are you now I can hear footsteps I'm dreaming
And if you will, keep me from waking to believe this

Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of being alone
Cause I am, I'm lost without you
Are you afraid of leaving tonight
Cause I am, I'm lost without you

I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you

I Miss You Lyrics - Blink-182

I Miss You Lyrics - Blink-182

Artist: Blink-182 Lyrics
Song: I Miss You Lyrics

(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head(6x)

I miss you miss you(6x)

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

How To Write Unmaintainable Code

How To Write Unmaintainable Code

Never ascribe to malice, that which can be explained by incompetence.
- Napoleon


Sunday, November 20, 2005


Today I stand at a great banquet, in honor of gods know what petty political move by the rulers of this distant land. Sincerely, I don’t care much for what happens around these parts. This is one of the many cities that thrive in the Scavenger Lands, but it is not my destination. I am just passing by. But whether I care for their petty squabbles or not, they have food, and a chance to listen in to other people’s affairs. Sometimes I can gather useful information from these.

I concentrate my essence upon myself, and disguise myself as a wealthy foreigner, with clothes to match my haughty impression, thanks to my Autochthonian friends. With this disguise, and a few additional effects, no one argues my being there: I just belong.

Which is just as well, because a foreigner who just arrived is a very hungry person! I quickly get to eating, while keeping observant of the social interactions between people. Some, maybe out of curiosity, decide to strike up a conversation with me. I chat, nonchalantly, playing my part, when something catches my eye.

I see a couple, man and woman, both of them dressed impeccably. Something about the both of them seems out of place, if only vaguely. I can’t tell what is the matter with the gentleman, which, in and of itself, is a scary thought: Only an Exalt such as I would be able to resist my investigations.

The lady, although still difficult, I can read easily, which also worries me. From the social interactions between the couple and the patrons, they seem to be a well-established couple of the area, not very wealthy, but well-connected. Some people seem to look to them for favors. But from the relationship with each other, and this I can only capture after expending my essence to amplify my understanding, I get something completely different.

She is his slave.

Now, generally, slavery is an accepted occurrence in these parts, at least as far as I can tell. So why go through all this trouble to hide it? And why would she agree to hide it? And who is he? The fact that he seems to be some kind of powerful entity troubles me, for I can’t see what would such a being be doing in this area.

Thursday, November 17, 2005


Great. For some reason my blog decided to just dump half my template! That's why the link list on the side is broken. I'm gonna see if I can somehow get the code for it... Damnit...

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

.: /gaia_dream_creator/ :.

.: /gaia_dream_creator/ :.

Nice spot to spend some time at, making an avatar.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


In total silence, the ritual begins. Only 2 souls experience it, and they will awaken from itchanged. One, a young man in his youth, and the other, a woman even younger still. They will both share of their life essence, together uniting themselves for all time.

The male, standing at the center of an ornate, yet completely symmetrical circular room, picks up from in front of him a dagger. A serpent blade of utmost lethality, it almost feels like a waste when all he does is nick his finger with it. Blood does begin to flow profusely from it, though.

He passes the dagger to his companion, the female, who then begins to do the same, while he passes his bleeding finger across her body, starting at her forehead, like a pen that doesn’t run out of ink. He runs his finger clockwise around her face, stopping at her jaw line, which he follows down to her neck, chest, making arcane designs on her chest, around her breasts, and then follows further down. She mimics his finger designs on his body, merely a few seconds later.

He proceeds to push her back, making her fall from her kneeling position backwards, laying back on the floor. He goes above her, and continues his designs on her body. She continues on his as well, using the dagger to nick a finger in her other hand, to allow her more freedom.

Designs finished, the time for anointment has come. Kneeling in front of each other again, in the center of the room, they both pick identical daggers, and slicing a vein in their wrists, they let the blood mingle as it flows down to a container between them. The blood splashes each other’s wrist before falling down, causing a mesmerizing display of droplets as they rain down. The container, already treated with anticoagulants, takes the blood hungrily, awaiting it’s turn in tonight’s events.

The blood flows until both participants begin to feel dizzy, making the remaining proceedings even more surreal. As soon as the room begins to move, both of them proceed to put their still dripping hand inside the container, in this way accepting all they are, with all their partners can be. Both of them then raise their hands, and put them on each other’s forehead, leaving their handprints in blood across each other’s face and hair. Once this is done, a small tear is drawn on the cheek, representing the sadness in their hearts previous to this event, which is then licked clean, showing how they will from now on be there to lick each other’s wounds.

After this symbolical painting, they stand, lifting the container over their heads. By now they can barely stand, considering they never stopped losing blood, but this is only one other test. Once standing, they hold each other with one hand on each other’s waist, while holding the container high with the other, causing blood to flow from their severed veins down each other’s body.

At this point they tip over the container, completely washing themselves in their own blood, washing everything away with their lives, to thus start again from this point on.

Now, the ritual finished, they drop to the puddle of their blood on the floor, and, after applying some antibiotics on the wounds and some chemicals to seal up and promote healing, they proceed to make love in the floor, skidding on their live-giving fluids, until they pass out from blood loss.

To from then on continue together, forever, the whole event crystallized in the 2 vials of blood they wear in their necks from now on, to eternity.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Unseelie Allure

Unseelie Allure

Beautiful page with beautiful drawings from a very beautiful person. Check her DeviantART page!

deviantART: Lemien

deviantART: Lemien

My new DeviantART page. Decided to create one in order to expose my writings to a bigger audience, so I can get more feedback from them. Also to harass a certain friend of mine, who also has an account there. You can find her link on my sidebar. ^_^

Manga Viewer | Naruto

Manga Viewer | Naruto

The full Naruto Manga, scanlated for your viewing pleasure. ^_^

Memento (film) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Memento (film) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I just saw this movie, and I recommend it to everyone who likes puzzles. The movie itself plays with the perception of time, and the concept of memory, identity, and revenge. Very good movie.

Sunday, November 13, 2005 Network Tools, Internet Speed Test and Website Tools Network Tools, Internet Speed Test and Website Tools

Measure your connection speed.

SIRC Guide to flirting

SIRC Guide to flirting

Laws of Japanese Animation

Laws of Japanese Animation

No bigger truths have I ever read...

Brilliant Button Maker by

Brilliant Button Maker by

Nice site for making buttons for blogs. - Powered by vBulletin - Powered by vBulletin

Emulation site.

High resolution textures projects -

High resolution textures projects -



Interesting technology site

Blood Vial Pendants

Blood Vial Pendants

Checking these out. I think I'd rather fill them with real blood, and some anti-coagulant.

Vacutainer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Vacutainer - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Researching how blood can be made not to clot, for other purposes... ^_^

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Web Sudoku - Billions of Free Sudoku Puzzles to Play Online

Web Sudoku - Billions of Free Sudoku Puzzles to Play Online

The Riddle - not pr0n - The hardest riddle available on the Internet

The Riddle - not pr0n - The hardest riddle available on the Internet

Bad Karma

Today has been a horribly lousy day. I probably released all the Bad Karma I accumulated, and then some. In (approximate, I just discovered I got A.D.D.) chronological order:

1) Wake up late for college.
2) Left tools needed for networking project at home.
3) Had to pick up my gf at her college, and bring her to mine. (Not exactly bad, but it involved a drive I could've done without, and it forced me to leave one of my project mates alone in the lab)
4) Had to put from my money for some extra parts I needed for the project.
5) Noticed the social geography at college changed, and one of my closest friends is now ostracised for apparent mistakes. Still looking into it, but as far as I can see, it's ugly.
6) Had to go to postland, to check up on e-mail and such, and then had to leave, but didn't want to, cuz I was having a lot of fun. Still had to leave.
7) Went to pick up said parts, and ran into a girl who had a crush on me like 7 years ago. *yuck*
8) When I get back with the parts, everyone had left, so I was stuck alone on the lab. Couldn't do anything, cuz I can't lift and screw the bolts needed to hold the wall-mount switch cabinet in place by myself.
9) When I leave the lab to go home, I notice I have a flat tire. Check the trunk, my spare is also flat. Have to call mom so she can give me a ride to get it fixed.
10) While I wait for mom, I play with my cellphone, and somehow, it started to ask me for a PKU number or whatever. End result of my not knowing the number? I lock up the phone. I try and fix it? I mess up the SIM card.
11) I get the tire fixed, and go to the local mall to get the cellphone fixed. The SIM card's 25 bucks.

Now, how does all of that sound?? Sucks, I know. But there were some things I was able to seak out with. Mainly with the SIM card cost. Just took some flirting, but it worked. Free SIM card. ^_^

In any case, I hope I have no more problems, just eat, sleep, and dream. To dream of diamond tears...

Ash out.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Extension Room

Extension Room

A room with Firefox extensions... something for everyone.

World of Warcraft

World of Warcraft

World of Warcraft Board Game? Looks pretty interesting....

Lucid Dreams...

It was during one of my late-night random Internet browsing sessions that I first heard the term "Lucid Dreaming". Apparently it means a kind of dream where you know it to be a dream, and are sort of awake. I really didn't pay it much attention at first, but the concept kept playing around in my head for quite a while, before sleep blissfully took me, right there in my desk.

Next I remember, I was in a desk, working with some papers, and a computer besides me. And although I hadn’t seen her, I knew there was also someone else, a woman, off my line of sight, behind me, I think it was, working on some images or somethingAlso, though she was off-sight, I also knew she was only wearing a nightgown, so she must’ve been someone important.

In any case, at some point I’m asking her about what she’s doing, and she doesn’t answer. So I turn around to check, but I don’t see her anywhere. I do feel movement from behind the couch, though. Now, we usually play this hide-and-seek thing. So I decide to surprise her.

Focusing my energy, I create a weapon of pure flame, solidified into the shape of a scythe, which I slash with in the couch’s direction. This slices the couch neatly, burning the resultant pieces to ashes. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your point of view, her robes catch fire as well.

She quickly reacts, and starts to remove the pieces, each falling before they have a chance to burn her. Which leaves behind a very fine woman, showing luscious curves, blonde tresses that barely cover her shapely breasts, soft skin that just begs to be touched, and, I suddenly notice, a very angry stare.

She says, in mock anger, “Could I have SOMETHING to cover myself with? After all, you did burn them”. I look around the room, looking for something I can offer, but I can’t find anything. Except for the flame scythe in my hands, which gives me an idea.

Taking the scythe in by the corners, I compress it to nothing, my hands now closed. As I open them again, a lattice of flame flows between my hands and fingers. I walk close to her, and, putting my hand in her forehead, begin to chant.

The flame lattice, surprisingly, feels cool to the touch, yet strangely enervating. It flows from my hand above me, to my other hand in her forehead, and down her body, as if liquid.

Slowly, I bring the hand raised above down, and guide the liquid flame down her body, enveloping her soft skin in tendrils of living flame. I slowly lower myself, covering her neck, breasts, hips, and legs with the new dress.

Finished, I stand, and pace back to admire my work. No matter how angry she was at me for destroying her robes, I think I did a fine job with this newest enchantment. The flames slither through and around her body, empowering her. They also seem to respond to her thoughts, taking shapes in her skin as an artist draws in canvas.

She marvels at what I did, and begins to turn around, checking herself out. She seems happy, and that brings me happiness. She goes by a mirror, and starts to show off, making the flames dance in her hands and arms. Just in case, I will to mind the essence of ice, just in case it gets out of control.

She keeps walking around, seemingly dancing with the flames. By the time she stops, she went full circle around me, lighting a wall of fire with her feet. By the time she stops, she closed the circle, flames 10 feet high closed around us.

She looks at me, a plan in her eyes. What I can’s suspect, but just in case, I begin to condense the ambient humidity in my skin. She says, victory in her voice, “Now you’re trapped, here with me.”

Hmm, hadn’t thought of that. But, seeing as how she’s probably not used to seeing my magical effects, she doesn’t know I could shut down all of this with but a thought. I decide to let her enjoy her fantasy. “As you willed, I am. What now?”

She thinks for a moment, and then says “Seeing as how you wrecked the couch, I guess you will sit on the floor.” I comply, now intrigued by what she’s thinking of doing, and kneel before her radiant form, now magnified by the cloak of flames dancing on her skin.

She slowly pushes me, making me fall on my back, as she lowers herself on top of me. Reflexively, I activate my spell, and the humidity around me flash freezes on my skin, protecting me from the fire. My clothes, though, begin to burn.

She’s startled by this, so I quickly explain. “The flames are yours to command now, my dear, and thus they hurt me as much as they used to hurt you.” She replies, with the softest hint of seduction in her voice, “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Crystallizing the essence of ice in my mind again, I release the spell, causing the ice to evaporate as fast as it had first formed.

Smiling, she moves up my body, her knees on either side of my body, and holds my gaze for a moment. Her hands run along from my hands upwards, traveling my arms and ending at my shoulders, then down the sides of my chest.

With her motions she finishes alighting what cloth I still had on, all of it reduced to ash by now. Seemingly satisfied, she shrinks the flames clothing her to the form of a crown around her head, the flames shifting to a blue color. At some point that I hadn’t noticed her flames became the only light source in the room, so this action causes the whole room to go dark, except for the candle-sized flames coming from her head, surrounding us in a soft blue glow.

With her hand she takes my chin and softly forces me to move my head upward, stretching my neck and arching my back, closer to her, as she lays soft kisses from my jaw, down towards my neck, her hands roaming freely.

Absorbing the stimulus her actions cause, I can only hold her by her waist with one hand, while I keep staring at her eyes, caressing her hair with the other.

She bites her lips while looking at my chest, now exposed, then settles a bit lower, kissing and licking every inch of skin she comes in contact with. Slowly coming up, she straddles me and sits above my hips, placing kisses along my jaw, ending with a soft one on my lips.

At that instant, the flames in her head freeze in place, the only indication of my spell. With time frozen in place, I savor that kiss for all it’s worth, allowing an eternity of feeling and expression to fill only seconds of contact. I hold her face with my hand, and look at her eyes. Hopefully she can see just how much that meant for me.

Slowly, she parts my lips, deepening the kiss, licking my bottom lip, and biting softly on it, before softly swirling her tongue along mine. I accept her kiss, and begin to react to it, gently sucking on her lower lip, while caressing her body with my hands.

The flames in her hands slowly dance down her neck, through her body, and into mine, where, although feeling cold to the touch, they make short work of whatever scraps of cloth are left in me, leaving me as exposed as she is. After this, the flames fan out, creating a small circle of blue flame around us on the floor.

After that I hold her close, feeling all of her body’s warmth while at the same time sharing all of mine. I hold her close to me with one arm around her waist, the other around her neck, her hair cascading down around my face.

She now ends the kiss, rolling to the side, putting me on top of her, where she pulls me down into another kiss. The blue flames never miss a beat, and swirl and flow around us, reestablishing the circle at our new position.

I let my hands explore her, caressing her breasts softly, and then going further down, caressing her thighs. Loving the touches, she sighs, and tries to hold me closer.

I squirm a bit, loosening myself from her grasp, and then come back in, between her legs, kissing her from bottom to top, first her inner thigh, then waist, licking from there to her breasts, where I spend considerable time showing affection, softly sucking and kissing, then leaving for higher ground, mainly her neck and lips, which I kiss with passion like fire.

She lays there, arching her back and moving her hips upward against me while moaning softly at every kiss and touch. Pausing for a second, I ask her, “Are you ready for this?” I am perfectly positioned, my lower body between her legs, my upper body above her, so the “what” in that question is easily deduced.

She lifts herself up a bit and places a soft kiss on my lips, replying with a soft “Yes”. She then lies back down, relaxing and giving me all the freedom to do as I please.

Softly, and with all the care in the world, I lower myself, planting a kiss on her lips, and entering her with all the softness and love imaginable. She arcs her back, enjoying every second of the pleasure. She lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes tightly, focusing on all the feeling.

I thrust slowly, trying to focus not on speed or strength, but on trying to maximize the sensation from each one. Even while I do this, I continue to kiss her neck, while I explore the rest of her body with my hands.

Her kisses become fully passionate and urgent in between moans and hard breathing, while her hands run up and down my back, scratching her nails softly. I can feel blood welling up on some of the marks, and the thought of it only raises my intensity.

Slowly, but surely, I pick up the pace, caressing her while thrusting deeply. I whisper in her ear “Does this meet your expectations for today?”, to which she replies, quite a bit louder, “god, yes!”. During all this, she begins to move her hips to meet my thrusts.

Satisfied with her answer, I whisper one last time, “Then come join me, join me in our pleasure, and meet me high in the stars, where our act will bring us, above all others” I pick up the pace even further, holding her very close, and thrusting deeply, more insistently.

She moves faster, seemingly trying to bury me deeper inside of her. Her skin feels like it’s on fire, and she’s covered in sweat. She wraps her legs around me, holding me closer and kissing me deeply.

I suddenly twist to the side, taking her atop me. The blue flames dancing around us again adjust, and that’s when I realize that they seem to be spinning faster, as if moving with her breath. I grab her by the waist, guiding her movements to me, while kissing her lips and caressing her breasts.

She kisses me, while moving at a good pace, and lowers her kisses down my neck, where she bites not so softly, her hands holding my neck to her. This elicits sudden moans of ecstasy from my lips, short gasps of air showing just how much pleasure I’m in. Not to be outdone, though, I wrap one arm around her, hold her waist with the other, and push into her hard.

Suddenly she begins to shudder, and her moaning begins to climb in pitch. The blue flames around us begin to vibrate in tune to her, until, at the end, she screams, and the flames crystallize in the air, and shatter into small motes of light, which fall to the floor, slowly fading their light.

A few seconds later, in the complete darkness that now surrounds us, her moaning and shuddering triggers in me what now washes over her, and I moan, while thrusting deep into her, giving her that of me which gives life. I hold her close for the whole time, giving her moment to feel such a rush of love as to be almost impossible.

I stay there, in darkness, still recovering from everything, when I softly and suddenly land on the floor. She vanishes from underneath me, and that’s when something in me clicks. This is a dream. Yet I know it’s a dream. Did the dream become lucid?

I quickly get up, trying to grab my bearings, but the darkness prevents me from doing so. I remember the flames, and wish they hadn’t turned out. Seemingly reacting to my thought, the shards of frozen flame in the ground light up, floating from the ground and gliding around me like blue stardust. This gives me enough light to survey the room.

The room is now a featureless cube, walls on all sides, with none of the furnishings it had at first. Realizing that this is still my dream, and seeing the ashes from my clothes on the floor, I concentrate, and the ashes reform around me, clothing me again.

From the corner of my eye I notice a light suddenly blink from off to my side. When I look, I barely get a chance to see a woman, the woman I think I was with just moments ago, yet not quite her, quickly leave the room through a door, closing it behind her. By the time she was closing the door, she was looking remarkably similar to the woman in the carriage, from a dream a few nights ago.

I run to where she left, but I don’t see any form of egress. When I look closer, the door is there, but it’s such a perfect fit as to be almost invisible.

I concentrate the motes of stardust around me on the hinges and borders of the door, and, once I mark the doorframe, cause them to explode. The explosion makes no sound, but effectively unlocks the door.

As I open the door, a bright light comes in from the outside, blinding my sensitive eyes. I catch a glimpse of mountains, a river, and..

I open my eyes.

I’m at my desk, in my room, besides my work. Was it all a dream? And, even if it was, what was that outside?

Or the woman who was with me?

Third Eye Blind - I Want You

(That was really good......yeah)

The suckers loose themselves in the games they learn to play,
Children love to sing but then their voices slowly fade away.
People always take a step away from what is true,
That's why I like you around,

I want you.
Yeah you do... you make me want you.

An open invitation to the dance,
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in,
No apology because my urge is genuine,
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine.
Here I am and I want to take a hit,
Of your scent 'cos it bit,
So deep into my soul,
I want you.

Yeah you do you do, you make me want you.
Oh you do you do, you make me want you.
(Send me all your vampires),
And I can't get enough,
And I can't get enough,

The village church yard is filled with bones weeping in the grave,
The silver lining of clouds shines on people Jesus couldn't save,
You want to know how deeply my soul goes, Deeper than bones, deeper than bones

Oh you do you do, you make me want you.
Oh you do you do, you make me want you.
(Send me all your vampires),
And I can't get enough,
And I can't get enough,

After we did it by the window sill,
Smoke rings drift into the midnight sky,
presently in the quilt that your mother made,
A prayer candle burns to fight off the gloom,
I said to live in this way is not for the meek,
And like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep,
There will be no regrets when the worms come,
And they will surely come.

You do you do, I want you,
(Send me all your vampires),
I want you

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Flash fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Flash fiction - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Now this example of flash fiction is funny at first, until you realize what it truly means. By Ernest Hemmingway:

"For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."

... sad, eh?

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Usenet Binaries Dot Com - Home

Usenet Binaries Dot Com - Home

potentially interesting, even with the free account.

Apple with IBM Mouse

Apple with IBM Mouse


Ubisoft - Tales of Eternia

Ubisoft - Tales of Eternia

I can't wait for this game's release!!!!!!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - Handwriting category - Handwriting category

These are pretty cool fonts... I love fonts that simulate handwriting... they usually look cool.


Hello Darling. How’ve you been? It’s been a while since last time we’ve talked. How’s your life coming along? I’m doing great, except for one small problem. Yeah, I know, maybe I should’ve told you sooner, but I guess I tried, in a way. It just didn’t work as expected. So I’ll try again, the simplest way I can

I realized that your friendship was worth a lot to me. I tried to talk to you most anytime I could, or even to try and make space to see you sometimes. But to me it feels like there’s no such effort on your side. For a friendship to flourish, there should be a desire on both sides for that friendship to persist, yet I don’t feel that. So I decided to stop.

Now, this doesn’t mean I’m just gonnna not get your calls or answer your e-mail. That’s just the point. There are no calls to answer, or e-mails to reply to. There’s nothing. Hell, I have more communication attempts from undesired people. So I will retreat. I will delete you from my MSN list, seeing as how MSN Plus reports that there’s been no conversation with that person for almost a month, even though I see you online, and also erased your e-mail, seeing as how it’s at the bottom when I sort my e-mail list by how much I receive mail from those people. This way, when you do feel like saying “Hi”, we can just start over, from the beginning. How’s that sound?

I know, maybe I’m being a little selfish. After all, people have lives,, and sometimes there’s just not enough time. But see, at least to my way of thinking, that’s what tells you about friendship, or at least the intent of keeping one. When you do what you can, to the best of your ability.

Or desire.

In any case, goodbye. A part of me tells me that I will not hear from you again, at least for a few months. If you frequent this page, then you will see this, and automatically recognize it’s reason. I will probably be hated for it. But it’s just something I had to say, if only for myself.

Take care, squirt. You’re sorely missed.


Things have gotten hectic lately....

Well, this has been fun. I have a job now, working at a big videogame retail company, so it's gotten interesting. I started training on wednesday, and had my first actual working experience on monday.

For so much junk I speak and write here, I'm too shy around real people.

I know, classic geek symptoms, but I had never realised how I got when I got near starngers. I have to greet them when they get to the store, and ask them if they needed any help, or if they had brought any used games. I found myself asking them, and hoping they would say they didn't need any help, so I could just go away. But my performance is measured by how many sales I make, so I'll have to do something. Any hints appreciated.

Also, gonna see if I upgrade to SUSE 10.0 sometime either tomorrow or the day after. As soon as my budy Eldrin gets off his @$$ and burns them, that is...

Ash out.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Hey, I found where you can get Tall Paul!

Hey all. Just in case, you can get the font here.

By the By....

By the way, this is how the previous post should've looked. ^_^

By the way...

By the way, people, I just noticed that when posting from Word, I get to pick a font and all! So try to get the font called “Tall Paul”. That’s the font I’m gonnna post future writings in, to make a distinction between regular posting and writings.

If this post renders differently from past posts, but the same font as the previous musings, then you got the font; check Word, it’ll say too. ^_^

Ash out.

Random Musings...

I was testing out a font I found on Word and I started writing at random... I'll just copy/paste it here, and let you reach your own conclusions...

As our world, our lives, turn to dust, no one will remember us, for we are the forgotten children of the sun, moon, and our great Earth Mother. Without her, we are nothing, yet we dare insult her and slowly stab her to death.

Listen, for she bleeds, and yearns for us to protect her, even as we ourselves slowly kill her.

She cries, and I see her, in such a state, yet I can do nothing for her. I cannot help her. I don’t know what’s going on, so I don’t know what words to use. I feel so helpless. I wish I could comfort her, show her just how much she is loved, and to show her that nothing else matters, as long as you have friends.



VERY cool band I recently discovered.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Heya all

Heya guys. 'sup?


Oh well, guess the room is empty again. Well, in any case, I'm starting a new series, "The Truth about Dreams". I commented to a few people about it already, so I'm starting off. I set the 2 pieces I've written on it on their separate subsection on the Writings section, on the sidebar.

Let's see where that goes....

Back to Reality

I wake to face yet another day. I remember back when everything was colorful, showing all the possibilities that the world provided me. Slowly, everything has slowly lost it's color. My room struggles to keep the shades I've given it through my activities, but the weight of reality is pushing it all away.

I even remember once when I was swallowed by the drab banality that now surrounds me. I couldn't even get to writing. I would just live my life day by day, just going through the motions. I knew everything so well that I could even do it in my sleep. Which is pretty much what I was doing, sleeping while awake.

A recent dream freed me from the grayness, made color flush back into me. I can still remember her kiss, the warmth of her lips... But just a dream. I still thank her profusely, that princess from another world, for returning color to my senses.

At least, I think she was a princess. I barely remember the dream. But it was so vivid it released me from the mundane and showed me something magical, if only for a fleeting instant. It's intensity so strong it's effects on me still linger.

If only I could go to her again. To see her once more, to feel her soft skin and eyes of starlight, robes of moonlight, showing everything that could be in abscence of the weight of the world.

I walk on the sidewalk, which I share with other people, yet, the contrast is staggering. Everything around me, in different shades of gray. I can even see the color being drawn from me, the world trying to reclaim it's true form. But all it does is suffocate me of the last precious shreds of fantasy I still hold to me, given to me by her.

If only I could thank her...

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Agnosticism - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Agnosticism - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

I think I found my religion.

" I neither affirm nor deny the immortality of man. I see no reason for believing it, but, on the other hand, I have no means of disproving it. I have no a priori objections to the doctrine. No man who has to deal daily and hourly with nature can trouble himself about a priori difficulties. Give me such evidence as would justify me in believing in anything else, and I will believe that. Why should I not? It is not half so wonderful as the conservation of force or the indestructibility of matter. . . .

It is no use to talk to me of analogies and probabilities. I know what I mean when I say I believe in the law of the inverse squares, and I will not rest my life and my hopes upon weaker convictions. . . .

That my personality is the surest thing I know may be true. But the attempt to conceive what it is leads me into mere verbal subtleties. I have champed up all that chaff about the ego and the non-ego, noumena and phenomena, and all the rest of it, too often not to know that in attempting even to think of these questions, the human intellect flounders at once out of its depth. "

--- Thomas Henry Huxley

I finally got a job!!!! Then it got worse...

*sigh* Ok, let's start from the beginning.

First of all, I'm called on thursday, that I got a job. They want me to pass over on friday to fill in the documents and start training. I finally get a job since my contract expired on my old one back in June. I'm happy, everythig's cool with the world, nothing can touch me.

Oh, how wrong I was.

Saturday, I go to my new workplace (YAY!) and fill out the documents with 9 others they picked. They picked a lot of people for the christmas season, so it'll be cutthroat even among the employees, since those who fare better will get to stay after the christmas season.

Interesting, I've been looking for something to spice things up a bit.

Sunday, the day starts. My good friend Makbro wakes me up, so that we can start playing Exalted early. I get off bed, take a bath, and get dressed.

Then I sleep another hour.

That's ok, that always happens. I finish picking up, get in the car, and go pick up my gf, and we decide to pick up Makbro too, and we can all go eat together.

On the way to Plaza Escorial, where we're gonna go eat, the road is wet, I skid and crash another car from behind. No biggie on him, as usual, but my car front is even more screwed now. To top it, my girlfriend's fingers got pinched by my laptop computer, which she was holding in her hands at the time, and the dashboard. No biggie in the grand scheme of things, but it still hurts me.

We eat, then leave for Makbro's place to play. We get there, and just when we park, it starts to rain. A lot. We decide not to get out of the car, and go to a store and get some d10 dice, which we've been meaning to get for a while now so we don't have to use our Java-coded dice.

The car won't turn on.

Seems the crash busted up some wires, and shorted the car battery. The car won't turn on. We decide to leave it as is, and when it stops raining, we'll come back and take a better look at it. So we get out the car, and get drenchecd on the way to Henry's car, since we had to park pretty far aways.

We get there, play for a bit, and it stops raining, so we come back down, tools in hand, to take a look at the car. I can't find anything to do, but Makbro suggests getting some Sprite to drench on the battery poles to clean them, and whacking them with a hammer, see if that fixes it.

I stare at him quizzically, thinking if I should take my swords from the car and defend myself.

He swears by his Sprite and hammer, and I disbelief him. We go get it anyways, see what happens. Worst that could happen is... well, with the ways things were going now, things couldn't get much worse.

On the way up, I go inside his house, and in a display of skill that would leave many 3-year olds dumbfounded, I topple over a ceramic vase from a table with the umbrella.

Yep, those 3-year olds would be ashamed of me.

I keep sinking myself deeper in despair, thinking that I should just stay put and wait for the day to end. But after picking up the shards and swearing to atone for today's events by reassembling it with Krazy Glue, Makbro gets the Sprite and hammer, and, well, we get to it.

It works. The car starts.

Whohoo!!!! We decide to go pick up our things, so I can leave, since I don't trust Makbro's magical effect much. My girlfriend gets my stuff, and we leave. I drop her at her house, and drive to mine.

Now, I'm here, at home. And I will stay here until either the sun comes up again, or something extremely good happens to balance my karma.

This sucks. | Photoshop Contests | Are you Worthy™ | contest | Photoshop Contests | Are you Worthy™ | contest

Now these are freaky pokemon!!!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Under Construction

Heya guys.


No one here? Oh well... Anyways, you'll notice that the link list on the side is a bit.... umm... dysfunctional. Well, I'm working on it.



ap·a·thy (ăp'ə-thē) pronunciation

1. Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference.
2. Lack of emotion or feeling; impassiveness.

I'm pretty sure this is what is wrong with me. Sometimes, I've found myself wishing for a car accident or something, just to shake the boredom away. Other times I look at the phone expectantly, awaiting a call from some far-off friend or some missed call even, just to strike up a conversation and have things change...

But they don't. It's the same routine every single day. And when I thought something interesting was coming up, the Powers that Be(tm) take that from me as well.

Guess it's just me and my stories...

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Dayfree Press: The Webcomics Network

Dayfree Press: The Webcomics Network

VG Cats - Jacko

VG Cats - Jacko

This is something everyone should read, if for the display of the kind of person Jack Thompson is.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Friends Of Foamy » Home

Friends Of Foamy » Home

deviantART: Kite-ridE

deviantART: Kite-ridE

To Dream of a Dream

It took a lot of willpower to do this, but it has brought me to where I wanted to be. The feel of soft skin is divine, and the touch of cold metal keeps me in the here and now, absorbing every stimulus produced by the owner of the lips I thus kiss.

It is awkward at first, like learning to ride a bike, getting the hang of gravity and so forth, but after a few tries, I decide I don't want to get the hang of it. Every single try is a new experience, a new memory to be cherished. All errors do is bring a laugh, then a smile, and then a new try. So everything is perfect. All my worrying about denial was for naught.

Maybe she's right. Maybe I should be more sure of myself. But even then, it will never bring what I long for now. The fact that I have attained this will have to suffice, although I hope it will never end. Even at the end, when we both know our time is up, and that we have to leave, we still refuse without a word. At least I know I don't want to leave, but my insecurity still makes me doubt her reasons.

What does she get from this? She has a life that seems to be going in the right direction, why would she do this? What does she get from this that she can't get otherwise? Why me?

Alas, it ends, like I knew it would. It will probably never repeat itself, just like those beautiful astrological designs the court mage speaks happen only once every ten lifetimes, or the wonderful workings of magic only age-old mages of unspeakable power can produce. So thus, I weep inside my shell, with a facade of happiness covering me.

Not truly a facade. I am happy. I'm happy this happened. I'm happy that there is a slight chance it might happen again. So that happiness fuels my mask, to further hide my true sadness. Sadness born from the inner demons that taunt me and mock me in the darkness born of the shadows in my room.

The night is over, our respective kings will get suspicious if we drag this any more, so we part ways. She returns to her chariot, her servants taking her back to wherever it is dreams live. I walk to my bed, to sleep, and dream of the nightmares that only the real world can so vividly produce.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Fossil -- Asteroids


Is this a cool watch or WHAT?!?!?

Molecular Expressions: The Silicon Zoo

Molecular Expressions: The Silicon Zoo

Eye On MOGS: Welcome (Virtual Items/Currency Comparison)

Eye On MOGS: Welcome (Virtual Items/Currency Comparison)

Whoa... a price checker for MMORPGs...


Isn't she the coolest???
She's progressed from the last pic I posted of her. For those who don't know, this is my Guild Wars main character.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Lost in the Sway...

This is unbelievable, but totally hilarious, so I have got to share it.

I'm sitting in my car, with my girlfriend besides me (this is a very important point. It's not just anyone beside me, it's my girlfriend of 4 years), and I'm going to the local gas station. Now, since gas prices here in Puerto Rico are going up fast, there's a lot of people crowding stations where gas is cheap, and this one isn't any different. There's a line to get on it, and 2 people stopping cars and checking if there are free pumps, so people can go.

Now one of the 2 people was a funny old man. No biggie there. But the other is this pretty young girl, short hair, brunette, with a very nice body, wearing a short shirt, leaving her very well-sculpted body showing in the best places, and tight short jeans. She's nice-looking, so as any man, I stare.

My girlfriend comments about the line taking a long time, and i think to myself, "With her administering the line, I can stay here all day if she wants". Obviously I don't vocalize this thought. My eyes are transfixed by the sway of her hips as she walks to check if there's a free pump for me.

In the process, it seems (I'm too busy staring at her hips to notice) that she removes the hairband from her hair, and starts exagerating the sway of her hips a bit.

I drool.

My girlfriend comments something to the effect of "What's up with her, is she showing off for you or something?" to which I reply, blurting it out without any remorse "I don't know really, but damn, she's HOT!".

Now, all guys obviously know this is a no-no.

It takes a full 2 seconds for me to realize what I did, and by the time I do, it's too late to dodge my girlfriend's incoming right-hook.

Now, 1 hour later, it still hurts.

Liquid War

Liquid War

This is an interesting game...

mathaeis: It's on...

mathaeis: It's on...

Now this is Duck Hunt!!!


Hmm, seems like I wrote something after all this time...


ANyways, the Preparation story isn't really finished, but I was so happy I had written something that I posted it as it stands. I'll finish it later, and put up the rest as a separate post... I think Preparation stands on it's own, sorta... ^_^

Ash out.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Arilith's Past: Preparation

Coming from under a bunch of maids, still checking and measuring her dress, but giving her a bit of room, Arilith comes out with a sigh. She knows that to fight them is useless, that under the command of her mother, they will finish her dress even if Anathema come knocking on the door.

On cue someone opens the door, but instead of seeing a Forsaken or some such thing, she sees something worse: her mother. She can feel the close scrutiny of her mother's penetrating gaze on every inch of her dress, checking hem, waist, and every other segment of the dress for a perfect fit.

Not like the dress didn't look like it was made for her, because it was. Light blue shifting into white the lower it goes, with blue hearthstone armbands with matching hearthstones on the arms, saphire earrings and the most beautiful blue eyes you could ever have seen. The ensemble was perfect.

"Hurry up, Ari, the guests have already begun to arrive." And everyone knew her voice was law, so all the maids just finished their touches on Arilith's dress and let her pass.

Walking down the hallway, they seemed identical. Proper behaviour in every step. But where you could see the breeding in her mother, Arilith seemed rebellious against it. And not conciously, even. She had trouble walking in such a way, the high heels gave her trouble, and she hated the long part of the skirt dragging behind her, even though it was enchanted not to snag or to even touch the floor.

It wasn't even the clothes, she thought. It was everything they represented, and everything they brought with them. It brought people's attention. People's stares and admiration. But it was all unearned. It was all because it was House Leedal. Nothing else. While she wore that dress, she was Ledaal's newest heir, nothing more. She felt like she stopped being an individual, and she hated that.


I close my eyes, and all I see is the red of the blood in my eyelids. I see all red, like the life that flows through me and throughout my body, allowing me to experience everything else. Attuning to this life I can even feel my heartbeat, pumping in a rythmic reminder that I am alive, and, even deeper, that I am. But this is not what I'm here for now.

I cancel out that sense, and I listen to my music, the only constant in my life. Some people have even gone as far as saying that the headphones are grafted to my neck, so they're either always in my ears or dangling from my neck when in class. But this isn't what I'm here for.

I cancel out my ears, and, just floating there, I feel the rope grid of the hammock sustaining my weight, of my laptop on my lap, and the wind on my face. The wind. I block out the laptop and the hammock, and I keep what I wanted.

The wind.

It's easy to personify it, carresing my face and arms the way it does. I feel it's chilly touch brush my hair, cool down my body to very comfortable temperatures, and pass by my lips, kissing me goodbye. Makes me wonder if I need anything else.

It also helps me concentrate on my current affairs. Things have been hectic and emotionally charged lately, seemingly assaulting from all sides. Hell, the emotional struggle was so huge my wooden bracelet snapped on it's own. Even those I thought were with me seem to have forgotten me. And it is very similar to how I feel now. Floating in nothingness.

But then the wind caresses my lips again.

Makes one wonder just how alone someone truly is. Maybe you just don't know where to look. Maybe your emotions blind you. I know a lot of people with that problem. But at least right now, I'm at peace.

I lift my hands and caress the wind back.

P.S.: My thanks to Eldrin for his wonderful balcony and hammock, the inspiration for this post.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Current Wallpaper

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005


Then why do people say that like it's a bad thing??? ^_^
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Thursday, September 29, 2005


What an old memory... the feeling of being someone's best friend, of that person considering you for anything and everything she did, of being thought about almost constantly...

Tsubasa Chronicle @

Check for the other series I'm watching currently...

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Elizabeth Bathory

You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess)
Legend tells us that you, this very rich,
beautiful and high born woman tortured and
murdered some 650 young women and bathed in
their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.
In some stories, it is said you have drank thier
blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a
grand scale.
Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!

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