Sanity calms...

eagle8819 @ 2009-12-14T02:31:00

2009-12-13T15:31:12Z

It's been a while.

Some of you suspected stuff was going on, I'm pretty sure.

Ah, screw that. It's probably all of you who has me on msn. Rare for me not to be on msn at all, is it not? Well...some things are going to change from now on.

This year had been a bit of a disaster. Probably not as bad as last year, in some ways, but terrible in others.

A few of you know about Eli and I. Yes. We got into arguments. Some conflicts that isn't really conflicts. Etc. Etc. Remove that exasperated look from your faces. *waves* Things are somewhat settled, regardless.

Not all of you know about a dear friend of mine betraying me in a way I never expected him to. If it's even fit to be called betrayal. I don't know what to call it, really. But it screwed me up good and well and terribly and in ways I never thought he would do to me. No, I don't see fit to talk about it in detail. Let's just say years of working some trust and faith in people has now all been thrown back to the wind. Trust is hard to earn when it comes to me. It had always been, and I'm fairly certain it will be even harder from now on. And yes, this was the point when I thought, screw it all. This was probably one of the few times when logic warred with feelings a great deal.

This was also the point when I have finally had enough. Beyond tired. Beyond exhaustion. Beyond my damned limit. 'Course, I said that for a good while this year, hadn't I? But even when I had then, I never really moved to do anything. I wasn't that tired. And of course, something had to occur to test my limit, my patience, my exhaustion. It's like there is something out there that's really, really trying to make me break completely.

And, of course it succeeded. Not so much that I broke down. But something did break. A limit that's stretched too thin, it's torn, broken, and irreparable. So yes. Congratulations to this thing that had been so determined to see me break.

Honestly. It managed to define exhaustion on a whole new level. It's not the sort of tiredness that goes away after sleeping on even the most comfortable bed. It's the kind of...bone-deep weariness that never leaves you. The kind that you feel on your shoulders, on just about every part of you, all the time. You don't feel like talking, or walking, or even breathing, because it's all so tiring. It just feels so heavy. And in your chest, that's where it's the heaviest.

And then, you just don't even want to be involved in anything anymore. You don't. Not even the gut reaction to be polite and respond appropriately, the gut reaction to listen to reason, that innate instinct in you that tells you to wait and listen, matters. Because you are tired.

I never imagined I'd feel that way. Never imagined that sort of exhaustion even possible. I don't think any of you who knew about certain events did either, which is why one or two of you had been sorely surprised to find out that I was. But then, perhaps the one who had been the most surprised was myself.

I think I had enough drama to last me a lifetime. So no. I'm sorry if you think I won't entertain some of you in your dramatics. Because I won't. I'm not playing any of your mind games.

There are several type of mind games. The first is the sort where you really just don't want to say what it is. The second is the sort where the other party should figure it out themselves. The third is riddle-type, which I'm guilty of pretty often, I'll admit. Not really wanting to say it, but there is a need to say it. The reluctance makes me do it in a roundabout way. It's instinctive. Trying to delay it. I either do this, or I say things point blank.

And the fourth is the sort where what you really want to see is the reaction. Testing the waters, so to speak. The want to see what the reaction is. Now this, tends to be sadistic, and the cruelest. Frankly, I have neither the tolerance and kindness to endure that one any longer. Some of you term me (and others) as being sadistic sometimes, but what I do, that isn't really sadism because no one's getting hurt aside from bruised egos that are really all in the name of fun and done in a controlled manner, and because no one's getting poked with a needle that could make you bleed.

But real sadism? Do I really need to pick up a dictionary and define sadism?

You can do whatever the hell you want. But don't expect me to do anything if I feel as if you're trying to pull me into your little mind games to sate your appetite. Because I won't. Call me cold for it if you want, but it doesn't change a thing. It's not as if I haven't been known as a cold person for a long time, regardless. You'll just think I'm colder now, and much more so than in the past.

I wouldn't deny it either. It's fast becoming a fact.

Moving on.

On a brighter note. Things are considerably better, now. I do feel better. I'm tired, yes. But better. A little time and peace works wonders, sometimes. So those of you who were worrying, you can stop. Things are going to be...different, from now on, when it comes to me. You may come to realize it, you may not, but if you're meant to see it, you will.

I know at least one of you have already sensed the change. I know I did.

And for better or worse, things have already been set in stone.

Things will be different.

As far as msn goes. While part of the reason I haven't been on is due to certain events, the other half of it is really because I have work to do. I have a life to attend to, whether I like it or not. And things have been a little hectic, and will remain hectic, what with documents and stuff to take care of. I'll be graduating on the 17th. A couple other things will come later, after that.

But that being said. I can't say I'll be on as often as I have always been. Reasons aside from the general buzzing of life? Don't feel like it, and exhaustion.

So the purpose of this post..? To make a couple points, notes, and warning people of things that's coming.

And..hmm. Wouldn't someone be delighted to read this, now? No. Do not respond to this. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear from you. Not now, not ever. So read this, deal, and move on. This is my first and last response to whatever you said to me, and whatever you have to say to me. Because it honestly just doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't.

eagle8819 @ 2009-12-06T20:36:00

2009-12-06T09:36:51Z

Collab fic.

Insanis

Sorry, not for the MGLN fandom.

Yes, the number was referring to a word count; no, En, I'm not writing a MGLN fic anytime soon; and no, complaints will be ignored.

eagle8819 @ 2009-10-27T12:29:00

2009-10-27T01:43:25Z

Innocence - Avril Lavigne.

It's like a tempered glass - like the windshield of a car, y'know?

You hit it once with a bat. Lightly, at first. Then you observe its surface. Barely a scratch.

You hit it again. Harder. Much harder than the first time.

You see a crack. You touch its surface, marvelling, for some reason, at its roughness that is so different than the rest.

Then you get curious. Again, you hit it. Harder.

More cracks appear.

The shape of it was almost intricate, with lines - jagged, connecting lines - running all over, with a rough, twisted circle forming on its surface.

It's almost beautiful.

You hit it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

crack

You wince.

You wince, because you did not expect a piece of the glass to fly loose and slice you on the cheek.

You rub at your cheek with the back of your hand, feeling the warm liquid smear lightly.

But that's okay.

It's just a small cut.

You glance at it.

There are so many lines running all over in a rough, jagged round shape; and you spot a little hole at its centre.

You give it a closer look, and notice bits of tiny shards inside the car from the hole.

And for some reason, you don't like that. You don't, because you didn't mean for the glass to actually break. It isn't supposed to be that way, and it taints the beauty of what the glass had been, the little hole there. You don't like it, and you want to pick up the pieces and patch it back.

But you can't get into the car. It's locked. You move around it, experimenting at the doors, tapping at windows, even trying your hands at the boot; you don't have the key to the car, and you don't know how to get into it without one.

Where is the key?

So you go back to the front, glancing at the cracked glass guiltily, and contemplated.

Then a thought occurs to you.

You could just make a bigger hole, big enough to fit your arm, and you could pick up the pieces.

And so you hold the bat again, and hit.

The hole's bigger, and more shards flies in and out, but it's still not big enough to put your hand through it.

You hit it again.

And again.

Then you stop, and give the hole an assessing look.

It's big enough to fit your hand in now, definitely.

You drop the bat and it clinks; you put your hand on the hood, and snatch your hand back immediately.

Your palm feels like it's almost burning.

You give the hood a wary glance, and touch it again, cautiously, this time.

It's hot, it almost burns, but it doesn't.

It just takes some time to get used to the heat.

So you move. Slowly, this time, and climbed on top of the hood - it's hot, but under the chilly weather, it's a little bit of a welcome change. You think you could lie on it for a while, and it's a tempting thought.

But then you wince when you feel something prickle your skin.

Another piece of the broken glass has sliced you.

On the knee, this time.

You give the hood a closer look.

A few shards littered on the hood, and some on the glass itself.

You feel like frowning, for some reason, but you don't, reasoning that you can pick those later; you should pick the ones in the car first.

So you ignore the little cut, and reach your hand in.

You stretch to your limits, because your arm really isn't that long, and for some reason, those pieces of glass seem to be almost out of reach, despite being just next to the windshield, on the dash cover.

Then you feel the sharp edge of the hole prickling your skin.

Blood trails down your arm, but you ignore it.

You try to stretch further.

The sharp edge stabs at your arm more dangerously.

And more blood flows.

Drip, drip, drip..

You ignore the blood staining the cracked windshield, ignore the blood dripping inside the car, and reach out blindly for the shard. You try to peer through the cracked windshield, but there is only so much you can see from that angle. Especially with all the cracks.

You touch a soft surface. It's a smooth and soft surface that belongs to the mat covering the dash board.

You are entranced, for a short while; you like how it feels, and you skim your fingers - bloody and slippery - over it.

But you aren't focused on that for too long. You're more concerned about the car, and you want to fix the glass.

And, finally, you feel a piece of shard at the tip of your finger.

You grab it immediately, too quickly, and your palm is cut by the broken piece.

You suppress a wince from forming, and try to feel around for any other shards - and you do, so you sweep them all into your hand, and form a little fist with them in it. You feel the pieces prickling at your palm.

Then, you pull your hand out.

The broken edges of the windshield stabs at your arm, but that's okay, because you got the pieces, and you can patch the glass again.

You glance back into the hole to check if there are other pieces lying around - you spot stains of blood on the grey, furry mat, but you do see other pieces of glass lying on it, so you stuff the shards into your pocket, and reach your bloody hand in again.

Rinse, repeat, blood, cuts, pain.

Only it's worse each time you do it, because it isn't always new cuts that form, but new ones on top of the old ones.

It's not very long before you're satisfied, you don't see any other shards in the car - though you do wonder, for a brief moment, if there are some of them that are hidden from view, blocked by the various objects in the car.

You don't think it's a big problem, so you divert your attention to the hood, and pick up the remaining shards, sometimes cutting your fingers in the process.

Now, you need glue.

And you need to reassemble the pieces, and figure out where goes where.

Glue is easily obtainable. And it's in your pocket, for some reason.

You sit on the hood, liking the warmth of it (but it wasn't as warm anymore, for some reason), place a white handkerchief in front of you, dig into your pocket to get the pieces out, and laid them out on the piece of cloth.

Now comes the hard part.

This time, it takes you a while to arrange them.

You spend hours on it, glancing back and forth between the windshield and the shards, and even by the time you are done, you aren't sure that it's the right arrangement. So you move the pieces around, again and again, ignoring the way blood seeps around the pieces, ignoring the way they cut into your fingers, and concentrate entirely on just the shards.

You forget about your bleeding arm, you forget about the cuts, you forget about the pain.

And finally, you're satisfied. Not entirely, because you still aren't sure if it is right, but it will have to do.

So you just hope you got it right.

You look back at the blood-stained windshield, uncap the glue bottle, and begin patching the glass carefully.

It doesn't take very long.

But by the time you are done, there are little holes between the bloody shards you put back into the windshield.

This means you fucked up; and there are probably some other pieces missing.

But you can't do anything now.

You don't dare to, because you aren't sure if you can find the pieces if you did not find them the first time around, and you don't think you should make an even bigger hole.

So you slide down from the hood - and you feel the chilly air, instantly - and look at the tattered windshield.

It's stained with blood, marked with multiple cracks, and the patchwork - it's glue, and it's obvious how amateur a work it is - has little holes in it. It doesn't look as beautiful as it did before.

And you don't know what to do, because you can't fix it.

And you are beginning to feel the dull, throbbing pain of the cuts and stabs from the sharp edges of the glass.

You're filled with regret, with pain; you are cold, and you want to cry.

You can't turn back time, and sometimes, it's just better to let the broken pieces lie.

eagle8819 @ 2009-09-27T16:53:00

2009-09-27T07:03:04Z

It's been a while since I looked at the Naruto fandom, and it's an even longer time since the last time I felt the need to advertise a fiction from the junk-infested fandom.

This takes the cake though, if only because it's been a long time since I read something that aligns with my view of Team 7...and that it does deserve quite a few more praises than just a meager two. And, hey, I like NS.

Bringing Back Sasuke.

eagle8819 @ 2009-08-15T20:08:00

2009-08-15T10:15:14Z

Why. Did I. Visit. The fandom. Again.

The ten rules to writing a proper MGLN story.

1. DO NOT capslock the story. Do not bunch and squish them into a single paragraph. Space them out. Use full stops at the end of your sentences. Do not l33t talk your story. Do not misuse quotations or italics or whatever.

2. Always double check your grammar and spelling with whatever document program you use, if you do not have a beta. I'm most certainly not a grammar nazi but...please. At least. The bare minimum. Of readability.

3. Do not misspell a character's name. Google is your friend. It takes only a minute to check.

4. Proper characterization. This includes:
- Fate does not scream. She does not talk loudly or have a high-pitched tone. She does not talk to a degree where it can be considered blabbering like a goofy, love-sick girl. She is quiet. She's hardly like a little child that is anything like a brat. She's most certainly not prone to random fangirl-ish acts. She is also not prone to snapping every five seconds. Most of all. She is not shallow, and stupid little things like not getting the last little lollypop will not make her go bonkers.

- Despite the White Devil title, Nanoha is not a devil. She does not bombard people with starlight breaker without even a moment's thought. No, she doesn't whack and kill people for the hell of it. No, it is not in her nature to be wild and lusting for blood just because she loves it. She does not love it. She can be reckless, but not without a reason to be so.

- Fate does not use honorifics. Unless if certain situations demands certain kind of formalities. But, really...I've seen this happen all the time, and I'm still not used to it. >_> I am. Incredibly. Picky.

- While I know some of you may be miffed at this, Yuuno is not some sort of devil of a mastermind that's plotting ~~Nanoha~~ world domination or whatever! D:

- Caro is a sweet child. She's timid, to some degrees, but not to the point where anything and everything will make her jump and stutter.

- Alicia is not some kind of cruel, evil, shallow girl who's out to get Fate. Or Nanoha. For whatever reason people fantasize. If you really have to portray her that way, I expect a convincing explanation on why she's like that.

- More to be added. Once and if I actually get around to reading the...fics, that is. Anyone is free to chip in on this, really. Comment, and I'll paste it here.

5. Don't make characters ooc. It makes me close the browser immediately.

6. Doing 1, 2, and 3 will also make me close the browser within a second.

7. Don't bash a character. Be it Yuuno, or Fate, or Nanoha. Or, whoever else. It's demeaning, not to them, but to yourself. It's also incredibly childish.

8. Doing 7 will also make me close the browser.

9. If the story is focused on original characters, do us all a favor and make a note about it in the summary. I have little to no interests with stories where MGLN characters are not the main characters; and I believe this is echoed by a good number of others. No offense, but that is that.

10. No buts.

- - -

I am fairly tempted to post this in my ffnet profile. >_>

eagle8819 @ 2009-08-12T17:49:00

2009-08-12T07:56:56Z

It's been a very, very long time since I last felt this sort of unreasonable, childish glee over something so...completely juvenile. And it irritates me, because I really shouldn't feel like this.

Oh, but how darkly amused I am by it.

eagle8819 @ 2009-08-04T12:02:00

2009-08-04T02:04:13Z

Vivid, chapter 3.

I'm amused. And I'm actually looking forward to see more. That style reminds me of taekwondo, too.

eagle8819 @ 2009-07-23T23:49:00

2009-07-23T13:51:01Z

That Harry Potter movie was disappointing, contrary to what I heard..

And this is coming from someone who hadn't bothered to read the last 3? 4? books. ~~Lost interest the moment I found out Ron/Hermione is canon.~~

And Ginny taller than Harry? I'm sorry, but that honestly made me want to laugh.

Pot says hi to Kettle.

2009-07-09T03:25:19Z

Considering all the rants and raves about Prince of Tennis that I heard of, I'm sorry to say that the manga isn't as good as I thought it would be. If at all. Dunno about anime, but I'm not interested in finding out.

Or, well, I suppose it could be good...if several elements were not in it. But then again, I'm more for realistic stuff than...spiritual...thingies ~~Gurren Lagaan being one of the notable ones~~...that I tend to find absurd. I can see why other people seems to just love it though.

I think.

Also watched Regios. Finally. It's...*rubs chin* interesting, I guess. It's not bad, but not that good to make me sing praises. That..Meicchi?.. or something - the girl who got saved by Layfon twice - annoyed me with all her wishy-washy-ness. And the main character reminded me of a few people in this...dysfunctional circle that I'm in. In various ways.

Seeing that he's an idiot and all, after all.

Right. Anyway.

Now...I want a new, long manga series that will occupy me for a good while. Preferably completed. Anime works too. Ones that I have never read or watched. Any recommendations?

eagle8819 @ 2009-06-18T06:34:00

2009-06-17T20:53:23Z

Stop dancing around the subject. Stop going on tiptoes around me. Stop going back and forth, wavering from one end to another, because I won't chase. I won't fucking move. And stop dropping all these little hints only to not say anything, because I know some of you are doing it on purpose to see my reaction, and I do not appreciate being manipulated this way. If you're not doing it on purpose, stop being thick-headed, look, and stop being a goddamn coward.

If you've something to say, say it. Square your shoulders, and just deal. But don't pull this shit on me. I won't stand for it.

This is directed to several choice people, some on LJ, and some not. My patience is wearing thin. But then again, my temper isn't at the best these few days. I'm annoyed. Truly, I am annoyed. Even now, there is only so much I can do to stop myself from flinging a fist at a hard surface just to quell my frustration.

I'm surprised I even have that much control over myself.

Bottomline. Just. Stop.

That is all.

eagle8819 @ 2009-06-08T19:40:00

2009-06-08T09:42:03Z

A MGLN doujin, with an ending that made me want to laugh.

Edit: Also, a Naruto fic recommendation, because it's the first cross-modern AU fic that impressed me. Halcyon Days.

eagle8819 @ 2009-05-31T04:32:00

2009-05-30T18:32:45Z

Sonreír: Part II.

Sleepy.

Sleep.

eagle8819 @ 2009-05-25T23:35:00

2009-05-25T13:41:32Z

Paper Thin.

Link says all..

And certain comments and conversations will be ignored.

That's all I have to say. 8D

eagle8819 @ 2009-05-23T14:50:00

2009-05-23T04:51:33Z

Heh.

eagle8819 @ 2009-05-04T21:03:00

2009-05-04T11:05:16Z

Right. Here. I don't want any complaints. >_>

1.ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?
Hit the sharp side of the table and gained a couple stitches near my right eye.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
Paint?

3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?
Like... a phone? (C/P)

4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
Whatever sounds good. Mostly, Jpop, and alternative. (C/P)

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
Sometime after midnight..

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
Sleep.

7. WHO DO YOU MISS?
Dunno.

8.WHAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
Nai.

9. THE BEST TV SHOW EVER CREATED:
Don't watch TV. :D

10. THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO?
Diana.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
No.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
Eh.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?
Nai.

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Er...I don't care, really.

15. WOULD YOU RATHER BE SMART OR FUNNY?
Smart?

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?
Coffee.

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
Cheese, ham.

18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I want dango..

19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?
Moo.

20. DO YOU SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?
Yeah.

21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU?
Uh...I'll be cliche and copy paste. Life.

22. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?
Lalala.

23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
No.

24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
Nai.

25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?
Don't have one, really. (Semi C/P)

26. WHAT COLOR IS IT?
See 25.

27. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF EXERCISE?
Basketball, I guess?

28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
I don't think you'd have a choice. (C/P)

29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Honestly, I've no clue.

30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
I typed a number from one to a hundred.

31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Neither.

32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?
More text than call. And the numbers I call tends to depend on situations.

33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
..Hm. I wonder?

34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE U.S.?
Never been there.

35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?
Now, why would I give ammo to any of you?

36. TATER TOTS OR FRIES?
No clue what's tater tots.

37. FIRST JOB?
IT Technical Support.

38. EVER PRANK CALLED SOMEONE?
No? :D

39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS?
Dinner.

40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I wouldn't. (C/P)

41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
Got nagged.

42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
I don't know. Tell me and we will see.

43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
Watch people turn to drugs and say, "I knew it. :D".

44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Nothing.

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
None.

46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No.

47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
No.

48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
Whatever is this question asking?

49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
Moo.

50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
It's chicken scratch.

51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
There are meats that are specially designated for lunch? (C/P)

52. ANY BAD HABITS?
Yeah.

53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF?
CD, huh...I only have a couple of soundtracks and movie/anime CDs on my shelf..

54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Maybe?

55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?
No.

56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
Hm... as long as you have everything you're supposed to and don't have anything you're not supposed to... does that count as matter? (C/P)

57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE YOUR ANGER?
Punching inanimate objects. (C/P)

58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?
Where I am, that's home.

59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?
No.

60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Computer. :D

61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?
Er... dunno. Ain't counting for you. (C/P)

62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
:D?

63. DO YOU KNOW ANYONE FAMOUS?
No.

64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?
Sweat? Bodies? PEOPLE? No. (C/P)

65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
Never thought of it. (C/P)

66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Aki.

67. HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU HAVE?
A couple? Maybe like 3 or something. (C/P)

68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No. Who ties shoe laces? (C/P)

69. WERE YOU UPSET ABOUT STEVE IRWIN DYING?
Don't even know him.

70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Vanilla. (C/P)

71. ARE YOU LAZY?
Yes.

72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?
Blue. Black. Dark colors.

73. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BAND?
Don't have a favorite. (C/P)

74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?
Er...two? I think it's had..

75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
*shrugs* I don't care. (C/P)

76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Theory of a Deadman - Not Meant To Be.

77. LAST THING YOU ATE?
Noodle..

78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Mom.

79. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Er...face?

80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG:
Hm. I wonder?

81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE:
I dunno.

82. FAVORITE DRINK:
Schweppes lemonade.

83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN
O_o; I have a zodiac sign, does that count? (C/P)

84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?
Basketball.

85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
Dark brown/black.

86. EYE COLOR?
Black/Dark brown.

87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?
Yes.

88. SIBLINGS?
Two.

89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)
I dunno..

90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
Sure.

91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?
K-On.

92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Dunno.

93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
No clue.

94. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter.

95. KISSES OR HUGS?
...

96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS?
Relationships.

97. WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
Meh?

98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
See 97.

99. Create your own question! Whoo!

Why is this a hundred questions? -.-

100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?
I wonder?

End.

eagle8819 @ 2009-04-30T21:59:00

2009-04-30T12:04:35Z

About Nanoha Force Chapter 00.

A gunblade? FF8? Lol?

What's that Year 78 Marriage Incident thing?

~~Hayate's looking...cool. Reminds me of the Betrayers doujin.~~

I'm surprised to see Vivio taking the normal girl route. But...then again, not unexpected, I guess.

And is that Erio in page 69? I don't think so, but the similarity is there.

Overall reaction: Skeptical.

eagle8819 @ 2009-04-04T01:42:00

2009-04-03T14:45:38Z

This never fails to amuse me. Why is that?

Right. My head hurts, I think I've developed a nasty fever, it's 14 degrees Celsius right now, which is a far cry difference from yesterday's 32 degrees, which probably contributed to the fever among a couple of other things in RL that annoyed (and still annoying) me, and this paragraph has way too many comas, and I am going to sleep.

eagle8819 @ 2009-03-05T05:13:00

2009-03-04T18:18:34Z

Sonreír.

And the theme song -- Rainy Day, by Ayumi Hamasaki.

eagle8819 @ 2009-01-31T01:37:00

2009-01-30T17:44:04Z

Alright, fine, I'm doing it. If only because I'm bored as hell..

If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Depends on what, and why. Chances are I'll never trust that person the same way I ever did again.

If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
Hmm...I think I'd like to travel one day. Look around. And stuff.

If your house was on fire, what is the one thing you would take to preserve?
Laptop. Hard disk. :P

What would you do with a billion dollars?
Give some to my parents and buy whatever the hell I wanted. <-- copy pasted. (As well as for travelling purposes?)

What's your ideal lover like?
I won't say I will judge a person by the qualities..

Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
"Blessed"? Lol. Curse. It's probably equal, isn't it? <-- copy pasted.

How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Moo. -o-

If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
-amused- I probably wouldn't do anything unless if I have a reason to.

Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
Rather than unhappy, I just feel pretty neutral about things.

What cheers you up the fastest?
I wonder...what do you think?

How do you see yourself in ten years time?
Floating..

Who are currently the most important people to you?
Family, friends. <-Copypasta

What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
One is a brat. The other...nee-sama.

Would you rather be single & rich or married but poor?
Single and rich. <-Copypasta

What do you do during the holidays?
Sleep. Food. TV. Games. ~~Work.~~ Internet. <-- copy pasted.

Would you give all in a relationship?
Depending on what it means and for what sort of relationship...I give what's necessary. So long as I can do it, that is.

If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
Have I ever mentioned I hate choosing?

What type of friends do you like?
The sort that knows and understands just how far, and in what way, they can go with me.

-------------

...And a second meme, because someone insisted I do it, and do it now...my debt is paid. You better not regret it.

Let's start off with your name.
Aki. As for real name, most of you know it already.

Are you in a relationship?
No.

If you are, or had been in one, describe that person in one word.
...Volatile.

What are you listening to?
JJ Lin - Cries in a Distance.

Do you think too much or too little?
Too much..

Do you smile a lot?
I wonder?

How easy is it to amuse you?
...Probably too easy, come to think of it..

How easy is it to make you laugh?
...The lot of you can probably answer that more easily than I can.

Do you prefer to call or text?
Text.

How many people do you trust 100%?
When you don't even trust yourself fully..

Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?
Mall. A long, long time back.

Do you go to church?
No.

What are you doing tonight?
...Typing this meme.

What's the last film you saw in the theatre and with whom?
Last year...sometime last year. With a couple of friends. I forgot the title.

Can you live without the computer?
No. >_>

Do you wish at 11:11?
What for?

Ever get so drunk you couldn't remember the entire night?
Never got drunk before, soooo... :D

Favourite flower?
I can't say I've a favourite, particularly since I don't make it a point to remember names, but...the two that comes to mind immediately upon thinking flower; lavender and white rose.

Are you hiding something from someone?
Moo. -o-

What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?
...Can't remember.

Do you believe there's always room in your heart for your first love?
There's probably a part of me that won't ever forget.

What does love mean to you?
I...that's a rather difficult question to answer. It's something rather...whimsical. But I suppose that's all the more reason why it should be cherished; or, from a cynical view, abandoned. Pick one.

Have you memorized your social security number?
Whatever is that? :o

Who was the last person to make you cry?
Someone.

Did the one you love(d) ever made you cry?
Moo.

Do you trust people easily?
No.

Do/Did you trust the one you love(d)?
I'm just going to say that it was a rather mutual thing.

Do you plan on moving out within the next year?
I'm already considered "moved out."

What happened at 10:00 AM today?
I was sleeping.

What are your plans for today?
No plans. Unless if you count sleeping.

Who was your last inbox message from and what is it about?
It's a fanfiction review reply from Diana that is still amusing me.. :D

Who do you like?
Define "like." Because if it's just 'like', there's too many to name.

Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most?
I do.

How did that person hurt you?
...Oh, ha ha...not answering.

Were you prepared?
In some ways. I wouldn't say it's unexpected.

Do you plan to do anything about it? Or if you did, what? Is it for revenge?
No. And no. ...And if I ever do anything about it, that would be the last thing on my mind. That's rather stupid.

Why?
I don't have a reason to.

Are you happy now?
I'm...alright. Just tired.

How are you feeling?
Sleepy.

What are you going to do now?
Sleep. -o-

So rather than not tagging anyone...I'm going to tag all of you who read this. Now shoo. Imma sleep.

eagle8819 @ 2009-01-26T04:34:00

2009-01-25T20:42:30Z

MGLN fandom, you rock.

You really, really do.

Of all the things I had to come across when I finally decided to take a look at the fandom..

It's not like I'm against other pairings or gen fictions. I'm really, really not. In fact, I would have encouraged them, provided that characterizations are at least readable. But...that doesn't seem to be the case, does it?

GG, MGLN fandom. GG.

eagle8819 @ 2009-01-20T17:38:00

2009-01-20T09:40:02Z

Diana is an impatient girl.

>_>

Anyway.

The Little Things, now posted. Happy ~~early~~ birthday, birthday girl.

eagle8819 @ 2009-01-17T17:31:00

2009-01-17T09:36:21Z

This is in response to a certain something.

"The Rabbit lover would never dream of wearing his heart on his sleeve. The Rabbit seems aloof, yet underneath is sensual and loving - a tough facade protects a tender interior. Rabbit folk are romantic yet realistic, generous yet mercenary.."

Edit: Aaaand continuing..

"Their mothering instinct compels them to nurture others, and they have an innate love of home and family. They will eschew casual romantic connections in favor of someone serious, and don't mind waiting for a very long time for just the right person to turn up."

Whoever knows whose forecast is this gets an e-cookie. :P

eagle8819 @ 2008-12-29T13:00:00

2008-12-29T05:08:11Z

Because I have ego, and my nose is in the air. :D

2nd MGLN fanart, get. :D

And as side note, shaky connection is shaky. At the rate it is, I probably won't even bother trying to get on Mabi.

eagle8819 @ 2008-11-12T09:38:00

2008-11-11T23:08:38Z

So there's a little conversation from yesterday that kind of creeped/perturbed/surprised me..

A: *stares*

Me: *perturbed*

A: *stares some more*

Me: ...What?

B: *raises eyebrow*

A: *suddenly leans close*

Me: Er..

A: Your eyes.

Me: Wha?

A: They look lighter..

Me: Uh, what?

B: Ooh?

A: *stares some more* Yeah. They are a lighter shade. It's still dark, and it's almost unnoticeable, but it is lighter.

Me: *looks blankly* What? You sure you aren't just seeing things? It is sunny now, you know.

A: Well, they do look lighter to me. And it wasn't just while we were out here. I suspected for a couple days now.

Me: A couple - *spectacles is stolen* - Hey!

B: *peers closer, spectacles dangling on finger* Hey, she's right.

A: See? I knew it.

Me: ...You guys actually paid attention to my eyes?

B: Not me. I'm not the one trying to bore holes into your brain. I do sort of remember it being almost black? It does seem kind of lighter, now..

A: Pretty..

Me: ...You're creeping me out.

A: D:

B: *snort/strangled laugh/giggling/chuckle/whatever it is*

Me: ...

A: But they are! They are like...like marbles! Like you know those little marbles with dark liquid in it? That certain kind of dark brown liquid that makes it look really pretty? DDDD:

B: *slightly louder strangled noise*

Me: Erm...right...whatever they are...so when did you first notice?

A: The last time we met? Which was...sometime last week.

Me: I see..

- - -

So...it's not like changing eye color is a strange thing to me (much). It did happen before, and the shade of my eyes went all the way to light brown - however, it lasted only for a short period...and that time was more of an effect of too much staring at the computer, I believe.

Now, though...this...people find interesting ways to make me look at the mirror for more than a minute, it would seem. But...yeah. Have to admit, it does look sort of lighter...and, apparently, it's permanent...for the moment. Or for a lifetime. Probably. I guess it's not so much of my imagination alone anymore since there are other people saying the same.

However...since when do people actually pay attention to my eyes? And why the hell didn't I know that? (And marbles? What?)

eagle8819 @ 2008-11-10T13:00:00

2008-11-10T02:01:57Z

"My way of joking is to tell the truth.
It is the funniest joke in the world."
- George Bernard Shaw

If you know the irony and what's so funny about that quote, good. Otherwise, meh. Just posting to show that I'm alive, really. Exams officially starting tomorrow...so not looking forward to it.. *sighs*

Will be cleaning up the clutter in this LJ sometime soon.