Where chaos stops and more chaos ensues. Where Filia plays the electric keyboard.
Where anything goes.
-//o_O\\7 *Home of the Awful, Mediocre and Pathetic* -//u_u\\7
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Saturday, April 17, 2004 Not true, actually. That last comment about waking up happy if you go to sleep happy. Not true at all ... *grumbles* ... lousy weather. But, thinking and reminiscing about all those spurts of irrational exuberance that overtake us every now and then was enough to restore that feeling of elation, if only for a very short while before the bloody weather caught up with me. I really should go to live in Britain. They hate their weather, and they love our weather. I hate our weather, and I love their weather. Enough said? At least my first topic of conversation upon meeting anyone isn't 'So how's the weather?' I discovered many interesting things today, like, for example, that if you go to Orchard Road and intend to stay there for at least a quarter of a day, you should bring thirty dollars at least. And that's even if you are thrifty (unless you're the weird, home-schooled type who brings boxed lunches everywhere you go ...). Because, after I saw my only ten dollar note swallowed up in the big General Ticketing Machine of No Return, I was officially a pauper. Well, of course, I could go home, but that defeats the point of topping up one's card at Orchard MRT, doesn't it? Saving every cent of that approximately ten dollars that was left me meant that I had just enough money for a large soft drink, a comic, a cup of food centre drink and a bowl of noodles. Well, in truth, I had sixty-one cents left over, but that was because I incorrectly remembered the price of noodles as $4 rather than $3.50. Adding in a wasted ten cents that I had to use to call home to see if they were coming to Orchard Road to finance my extravagant ... I mean, to eat dinner, and deducting that extra fifty cents, I would be left with exactly twenty-one cents, exactly the same amount which I ended my day with that fateful day which was utterly terrible. But then again ... (etc.) The point is, if you're going to travel to a place where things are expensive, make sure you increase proportionally the amount of money you bring along. Naturally, dropped by the library again. Returned Treasure Island by Robert Louis "John" Stevenson, and borrowed Comte de Monte-Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. Why do I keep picking up these massive French novels when I know that I'll never finish reading them before the due date comes around? I have no idea ... perhaps just to leave them on my desk and look like I've been dwelling in literature. Also, I read a rather interesting book about zodiac signs, 'Fun with Astrology', where its most amusing feature was drawing everything out in comics, with funny cartoons like each zodiac sign duffing up whoever they were incompatible with and so on. And it's by a local author. How funny ... posted by Charlotte | 4:41 pm (0) comments Friday, April 16, 2004 Sad. Or I just feel the emotion coursing through me again. Oh, for this lift, and for its dramatic fall, more often. What am I saying? Then that would be terrible ... everyday, like everyday, and you just waste your time lusting for more and more. So take it while it lasts. Enjoy it. Wake up happy. ... (emotional drawl, dreamy rambling, etc.) Who are these people? Out there, somewhere, and I don't know who they are, and they don't know who I am. But I'd just want them to see, to feel what a difference they've made. Even if it is all unreal. - surge of emotion passes after this mark - (Aside ... I became aware today that Budak Pantai happens to be holding a performance tonight ... and they're guest-starring some people from RJ who participated in their Budak Look-alike contest. And I found this out at ... um ... 10.30pm. Whee.) posted by Charlotte | 4:16 pm (0) comments Thursday, April 15, 2004 
Um ... right. As you can see, I just happened to realise that in my quest for yet more FFT entertainment, I could actually go about looking for it on the internet through any reliable and popular search engine, and I've come across a wealth of stuff which is absolutely guaranteed to keep me amused for quite a long period of time. As you can see from the doujinshi excerpt above. As one might expect, Ramza is quite the popular person when it comes to pairings in fan fiction. Since there is no canon pairing for Ramza despite the last chapter being titled 'Someone to Love', it is only natural that the crazed fan authors come up with something to address that gap which the game designers so tantalisingly chose to left empty. It also appears that Ramza is a candidate for many yaoi pairings, supposedly on the basis that he's drawn like a girl. Is he? I never thought that way until reading about it on the internet. I thought Cloud was supposed to be the butt of 'girly-man' jokes in FFT, seeing as to how he's the only male character who can wear ribbons ("Ooo ... Miss Cloud ..."). The only thing 'wrong' with Ramza's appearance, to me, is that he wears really silly trousers, and even that is for only a quarter of the game. I've always found yaoi to be pretty repulsive to me, mainly because I find two guys taking their clothes off together to be rather ... um ... disturbing, but now I seem to find it enjoyable in FFT, reading fanfiction, looking at fanart and stuff. Is it because they keep their clothes on (the more likely case), or because when you like something enough, be it Harry Potter or Anime or American comics, and you're actively seeking for more of it, and you're not a die-hard canon supporter, you find it all interesting and amusing? Haha. But that's where I draw my line, it's just amusing, and I don't actively support or encourage it in any way. It's just funny. I seem to take great pride in the fact that my favourite games (FF6 and FFT, naturally) all contain no pairings, or at least none that are immediately obvious, within the scope of the game, as far as the designers planned it. Taking into account the final scene of the game, Delita and Ovelia don't count. Notice how the Japanese fan people who draw all these doujinshi seem to be particularly adept at scribing Ramza to ladylike proportions, to the extent that yuri favourite Agrias is usually significantly larger-sized than he is, poor Ramza being dominated without exception in every yaoi pairing. In straight pairings, Ramza is drawn more like a kid since he's often portrayed to be inept at anything other than 'divine justice' ... and he usually ends up getting dominated as well. For that matter, in the game, only three characters that appear, Ovelia, Alma, Teta and Rafa, all girls, are always younger than he is, or rather, that he can be. He can only be the same age as Delita (Sagittarius), Algus (Virgo), and Izlude (Gemini), all guys, and all incompatible with each other. Mustadio and Malak (again, both guys) are one year older, and Agrias and Meliadoul (again, both girls) are several years more, and they are utterly incompatible. Which means immense potential for all those romance-filled 'high school' fan fiction. And did I mention that FFT characters are probably the best looking of those in any FF game I've played? They have no noses! If you like the job system in Final Fantasy and you're feeling really bored, you might want to try this out. Four (slightly) different quizzes which may give you eerily similar results. Final Fantasy Classes Quiz My results? I got Oracle, Samurai (x2) and Assassin (Celia). Very similar ... posted by Charlotte | 4:47 pm (0) comments Wednesday, April 14, 2004 - The Wayward, Part X - "So, it seems like you're enjoying yourself here now, eh?" Alternating between the gleam of Io Aoi's polished (and indelibly stained, it appeared) teeth, and Aei's perpetual (and irascibly permanent, it seemed) grin, I felt like mumbling something to the contrary but found little pleasure in its utterance, deciding to focus instead on soothing my shattered hand, blowing over it, wrenching it lightly, resisting the temptation to lick the bruised soreness to apply a coat of saliva. The mischievous little lout, whose irresponsible actions were the cause of my misery, noticing how I stubbornly refused to reply to her 'Uncle Io's' question decided to venture a few words for herself. "Hey, Charlotte, I ... well ..." she murmured uncertainly, not so much insincere as uneasy, "Well, I'm sorry if you're really hurt. It was just a slight action from me and sometimes I'm not aware if I hurt others so ... (no response from me) ... I'd like to say that I'm really sorry, okay?" "Humph. Why should I believe you ..." I muttered resentfully like a wounded animal, having received a blow that was not fatal but would definitely leave a scar, "You'll just leap on me the next time I'm not paying attention, or when I've got my back turned or something. I don't see why I should take anything you say seriously." "Having me around should teach to to keep on your toes, then!" she sniggered cruelly, a gesture which was not repeated on my part as I instead simply turned my head, glancing away from the infernal little creature, "But really ... really, Charlotte! I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, or something like that ..." Yeah, right. Judging from her callous attitude, and inherently devious nature, I did not see any reason to accept her apology. "Oh, come on now, Charlotte! You know the kid's sorry ..." interjected Io Aoi on behalf of his little ward, "No hard feelings, you understand? It's all child's play! Let me assure you, I'll promise you that as long as I'm around, I'll ensure that this kid here doesn't pull any tricks ..." "You? How can you promise to prevent her from playing tricks when you yourself join in half of the time?" I snapped as I whirled about to give the guilty pair a burning glare. Well, empirically, he didn't join in exactly half of the time, in fact much much less than that, but the fact that he seemed to approve of and even appreciated the majority of the brat's shenanigans seemed to justify the exaggeration. "I'm fed up of having the mickey taken out of me! Are the two of you in cahoots over this or something?" Despite noticing that I was not in a jovial or remotely humorous mood, the two of them seemed to see no reason to let off harassing me. "Hehehe ... I guess that's only part of our xenophobic tendencies , as people of Va World ..." noted Io Aoi rather guiltily as he scratched the tuft of hair at the back of his head which peeked out beneath his hat, "It seems that we're always at war with another hostile race, so its only an extension of our nature to poke fun at foreigners." Quite an interesting observation there from one who couldn't perceive any further than his next (hopefully free) meal ... but there was a flaw in it. A very severe, almost blatant flaw. "That's an excuse! You're just picking on me because ... because you just need an outlet for your sadistic urges, both of you! That argument is utter nonsense!" I protested vehemently as I reached into my pocket to pull out the damning evidence I had in my possession, and promptly folded it as I retrieved it and placed it on the table as it was meant to be used, "Look, you're the one who said I look like your very own Princess! Are you saying that your country's own royal family are foreigners?" At the producing of the framed portrait of the Princess Uaeouue of Va World, Io Aoi fell silent as he folded his arms and dipped his hat, attempting to come up with some witty rebuttal to my counter-accusation. Aei, however, was quicker to react. Almost in awe, she peered deeply into that lovely portrait, almost trying to make eye contact with the Princess' seductive gaze, before turning to glance at my waist, probably searching for those immensely roomy pockets where I had concealed an entire picture frame and the leather-bound book currently peeking out of it, before finally rising from her seat, and staring right into my eyes like a overzealous optician. "You ... don't tell me ... you're really ..." she stammered as she edged backwards, practically falling into her seat, and still eyeing me with a piercing stare, "You don't mean ... you ..." That same stare, with a mix of wonderment and bewilderment I had observed when we first met. I had it in me. "No, darling, for the last time ..." I sighed, unsurprised, as I planted my elbow on the table and leaned on my smarting fist, "No, I am not a boy, who can't tell the difference between a robe and a dress, who enjoys long flowing hair and bound feet, who suffers from a severe malady of the endocrine system ..." "I knew that already!" she snapped, annoyed for a moment, before relapsing into that awestruck stare, "It's just that ... I never would have guessed ... you're a girl, who likes other girls?" "..." Good heavens. I smacked myself audibly on the side of my head with my injured hand. Io Aoi, who had been absorbed in some thought or another until this point, proceeded to glance toward me rather nonchalantly and murmur. "You do?" "I ... hate ... my ... life ..." I groaned as I promptly proceeded to fold my arms on the table, then whack my head rather forcefully into them. It was not until after an undue amount of coaxing ("So you've got a boyfriend, then?" "Why should I tell you?!") that I was finally coerced into lifting my head from my hands, to glare resentfully at the leering faces of miscreants both young and old. It was an even more arduous task, however, to explain to them, especially that little reptile Aei who was bent on thwarting me at every turn ("So who do you like better, boys or girls?" "None of your business!") of the difference between simply appreciating, and favouring someone, read, to 'like', and actually desiring them romantically, read, to 'love', and I explained that it was only natural to be favourably disposed toward someone who not only appeared very similar to oneself ("So, you're in love with yourself, is that it?" "Shut up, Shut Up, SHUT UP!") but presented themselves to be a far superior specimen, to the extent of inciting envy ("So, you really do love her!" "Whatever *sigh*.") and jealousy. It was upon the conclusion of that explanation, full minutes later, which found Io Aoi reclining against his chair, smirking rather bemusedly, an abhorrent Aei now not so much enlightened on the nature of the differences in affection as aware of other people's knowledge of them, and a capitulating Charlotte now given up on the idea of wrenching the brat by her throat and throttling her hard, not because she no longer felt the desire to, but because she was now so exhausted she could barely summon the energy required to do so. It was just at that opportune stalemate, however, that Aei's mother, whose cooking we had the pleasure of partaking of, arrived to lay out some cutlery and share some small talk with us. "Oh my, Charlotte ..." exclaimed the matronly old lady brightly as she caught sight of the portrait standing strategically beside me as she placed a plate and a set of utensils for me, "Not only do you have a royal name, but you do resemble the royal Princess Uaeouue herself! What a remarkable coincidence!" I was about to smile politely at the compliment when who should butt in with an unnecessary comment but Aei herself. "Yes, but only in the face ..." she interjected sneeringly, "She's so rough and argumentative, so stuck up and prissy that nobody would ever think she was a princess! And ... compare her with that picture! She's so underdeveloped, with that washboard chest of hers ..." Honestly! I mean, I didn't need anyone to tell me that, let alone a disrepectful little prattler. Where did she learn such language, anyway? "Aei, that's not very nice! I want you to apologise to Charlotte, now!" scolded her mother, raising a finger of reprimand, having laid out all the cutlery. She was about my height, with frizzy grey hair that only covered her ears, complemented by several wrinkles of substantial length and depth stretching about her face like vines. She seemed to radiate the essence of old age, which struck me as strange considering that Aei was far short of her teens. Is this what Aei meant by ... by having no name? "But mammy!" Aei complained, waving a hand in the air energetically to signal her insistence, "It's all true, you know! And it's not wrong to say things that are true, is it?" "No, darling, it's not wrong ... but sometimes it's not very nice, and you'll hurt people's feelings. Now go on and apologise to that poor girl ..." As Aei yelped a few more words of protest, Io Aoi, still reclining in his chair all relaxed, wore a satisfied grin, and noticing that he had caught my eye, winked cheekily as his grin deepened, as if to say 'I told you so'. More aware of the social function than that babbling young rodent and too lazy to speak up on my own behalf, I simply leaned further more on my sore hand and smiled the smile of tolerance ... a half-smile, at best. "Oh, and Charlotte, a good morning to you. I'm sorry for not greeting you earlier," Aei's mother smiled pleasantly as she noticed me watching her expectantly, "Just be a dear and give me a few more moments, and I'll have some breakfast on the table for you. Please forgive my dear daughter for her unkind words ... she does tend to speak her mind. Try to get along with her, all right? I'll be right back!" With that long series of greetings issued, she proceeded to turn and wander back to the kitchen without waiting for my thanks or my reply, and without waiting for that apology she had demanded of her daughter. A little absent-minded, perhaps, but definitely well-meaning, the ideal kind of parent that any devious, impish child could ask for. As the delightful, delectable smell of browning batter waftd in from the kitchen doorway, however, I quickly began to forget my worries and my displeasure, even over as personal a question as my gender preferences, as pacifying the savage beast which growled and clamoured for food within me became the top priority. As I sat up straight in the chair, the book in my pocket thumped against the side of the chair as if to make itself known ... seeking maximum comfort in leaning forward to gorge my face full of breakfast I decided to retrieve it, placing it on the table next to its own companion the portrait of the Princess. "Say, Charlotte ..." inquired Aei curiously as she glanced at the ornately designed objects I had been carrying in the depths of my pockets, things were most unlikely to be in the possession of a foreigner, "Where did you get all that stuff from? It looks kind of expensive ... and old ..." "Huh? Oh, I got it from ..." I was about to reply when a glance from the hitherto unattentive Io Aoi cut me short as he spoke on my behalf. "They're part of, um, some stuff I picked up this morning. They're supposed to be delivered to someone else, and Charlotte, well, she ..." What, did he mean that all that stuff was still top secret government property, even after they had gone through the hands of an individual completely unconnected with the country itself, let alone the government of Va World? It was a pretty pathetic attempt to cover up, anyway, him being unable to come up with a suitable reason for those items in particular being in my possession ("Oh, she had room in her pockets ... room for a few, um, rectangular things ...") when he had a whole carriage full of belongings with more than enough room left over for them. This inadequacy, as with any weakness left open in her presence, was quickly noticed and capitalised upon by the opportunistic little Aei. "Oh, don't bother, Uncle Io! I know the Palace sent you to salvage stuff from the ruins ... why else would you be in this area, in the middle of nowhere?" she remarked observantly, effortlessly dismissing his futile attempts to conceal his operation, "It was terrible, for us country folk living out here ... imagine seeing that strange building the government built, just standing over the horizon, exploding into a billion pieces and burning for hours, with lots of smoke rising into the air like a cloud to block out the sun. Thank goodness we live far enough away from that place, and the wind carried the smell out to the sea. I'm surprised that you actually managed to get anything out of that place, especially something like a book, and a ... hey!" "Hey, what?" I asked, jolted out of my attempts to visualise the scene of that building near the marsh exploding and burning to the ground, or, for that matter, to visualise what the building might have looked like in the first place, "Is there anything wrong?" "This portrait you've got of the Princess ..." Aei gasped, wide-eyed and astounded, "Isn't that the signature of the Princess herself? You can even see the imprint where the ink was written into the paper, that fine, light scrawl. That portrait ... it's authentic! It's valuable!" It's also government property, unfortunately. Where did she learn how to appraise objects of value, living on a farm, anyway? "And what's it to you, anyway? You're not going to try to sell it off, are you?" I snapped, suddenly protective as I gripped the carved wooden frame in my free hand, "For your information, this portrait belongs to m ... to someone who works at that government building, and it's not for you to auction off for a profit." For that matter, the portrait and the book might very well be my property now, since Io Aoi did not see fit to bring them along with the stacks of papers and files that he retrieved from the metallic office, and I could have well been a scavenger who found her way there later and appropriated them for myself. "Well, the thought of selling it off did cross my mind ..." she rolled her eyes and giggled zanily, inducing an unpleasant taste in my throat, "But the point is ... didn't you read the news papers earlier this morning?" What? That's convenient, news papers. Unfortunately, however, earlier this morning I didn't have the slightest clue as to where I was (and I still don't) and reading the news papers was the last thing on my mind, and an impossible task due to my inability to comprehend the local written language. "No, why? What was in the news papers?" I asked, feigning an awareness of the fact that news papers existed but making no pretence of the honest truth that I hadn't the faintest idea what was on them, "Was it something important?" "Important? Are you unaware? Didn't I tell you about it earlier? This is one of the most terrible disasters ever to befall Va World!" exclaimed Io Aoi, formerly content to lean back and listen to the chatter between children but now startled into speech by my confession, "Well, if those wars with the horrible Consonance didn't count, that is, but still, it's a terrible thing altogether ..." "The Princess! The Princess, you silly ignoramus! Aren't you supposed to get smarter as you get older?" reprimanded Aei rather derisively, "It was all over the news papers this morning. The Princess, disappeared, and the Palace hasn't an idea where she is! What a scandal!" Oh, that! Io Aoi did tell me back at the ruins of the Princess' disappearance, however, he failed to emphasise it as much as he and Aei were doing now, like a headline blaring from the top of a tabloid, presumably because he thought that the affair was already common knowledge and there was no need to refer to it with such a degree of emphasis. They could have simply said that ... I knew that the Princess had disappeared, it's just that I didn't know that it was the cover story of the news papers which I never knew existed until recently. "Well, I knew that already! It's just that I didn't know that it made the headlines in the news papers!" Upon that utterance, the pair before me glared at me, so aghast, that it was only until I frantically attempted to avert my eyes that I realised that, given such an event, nothing else would be making it onto the front page of the aforementioned news paper, "Um ... never mind. You're not going to tell me that the price of anything linked with the Princess has gone up ever since her disappearance, are you, Aei?" Hey, it's a fair guess. "No, that's totally besides the point!" refuted the girl, though I could tell, from the pecuniary-inclined glint in her eyes, that she had already anticipated such an appreciation in price, "If you'd read the news paper yourself, you'd have known that what you've got there is really remarkable! Say, where is that news paper, anyway?" Aei glanced left and right, fervently searching for that news paper, before realising, glancing beside her, that Io Aoi had already retrieved it and was carefully inspecting the detail on the front page. Needless to say, he was not particulary pleased when his news paper was snatched right out of his grasp from in front of his eyes, and I, similarly, was no more happy to have a dusty paper covered with illegible scribbles thrust into my face by an overenthusiastic Aei. I unfolded the paper and shook it in my grasp ... it was a broad-sheet paper, the large kind used by most news papers as opposed to tabloids ... but staring into the paper to the extent that the printed scrawl swam before my eyes did little to enlighten me as to the paper's contents. The pictures, the most universal of media, however, were plain for me to see. From the centre of the page there gazed out that same flawless, silver-haired maiden, in a light, plain dress, whose lovely long tresses rested lightly on her shoulder, whose demure nose, persuasive eyes and alluring smile, as if to seduce the readers themselves, reminded me so deeply of that face in the mirr ... I mean, the portrait. If it was not for her rather ... how do I say ... pronounced figure, I could well have attempted to pass myself off as her with great success. "So, what do you mean? What's so remarkable about it?" I demanded, while folding up the news paper and setting it aside to give the impression that I had already read it, "It's just a portrait of the Princess, that has been signed by her. That's to be expected, isn't it?" "No, didn't you read it carefully?" Aei snapped as she seized the paper and pointed out a line of scribblings which made absolutely no sense to me, but probably referred to whatever she was talking about, "The Princess hasn't been seen in public for slightly less than a decade, about as long as I am old! We've seen portraits of her, but nothing else is available to show that she even exists! Not that I mean anything, of course, but that signature there, it's her name! And what that means, to save you the trouble of asking ("Hey!") is that whoever owned this portrait must have been someone really close to the Princess ... or maybe it was the Princess herself!" "So you're saying this portrait belonged to someone really important," I murmured, half in response to her observation and half in contemplation, of a nagging thought which had been badgering me since I first acquired the items, "Then, who does this book I found together with the portrait belong to?" Just then, suddenly heavy footsteps trudging closer from behind the wall indicated that breakfast was done, and was being brought to us as we spoke. Brushing the precious items aside to the space before the empty chair beside mine, I snatched up the fork and knife before me, suddenly forgetting the important artifacts and their incredible significance. ... hungry ... must feed ...must consume ... brains ... um, never mind. - NEWSFLASH! The top story, failure of commercial venture 'Ad' induces investors to seek immediate termination! - posted by Charlotte | 4:45 pm (0) comments Tuesday, April 13, 2004 Fixed ... I hope. However, there isn't really any cause for celebration there, apart from knowing the reason why the computer had difficulties in the first place. What is more worth commemorating, however, was the fact that getting it repaired and knowing the cause of it all cost me ... absolutely nothing! And no, it was not because I figured out how to do it myself! Actually, the warranty of my computer having been exceeded, the device is naturally more prone to breakdowns and it just so happened that the technician who arrived was the one who had been working on it ever since I made my first complaint ... um ... request for customer service. Seeing as to how the problem was neither a hardware one nor a software one ... simply age and atrophy, in fact, the man was kind enough as to 'just so happen' to consider my computer to be 'under warranty' and thus charge me not a single cent for the whole procedure. In fact, he himself claimed that he 'happened to be passing by' and, removing and replacing components, dusting them off in the process not being much of a chore, he very kindly considered it a mere favour. Furthermore, he instructed me as to the upkeep of the computer in its 'old age' (heck, electronics can become outdated in just a week!) and even offered recommendations as to how to acquire new spare parts to replace any faulty ones, or even to purchase a new computer itself. As a result of his instructions, I was able to successfully install that new sound card I purchased some time ago to replace the aging in-built one, which breaks out into a cacophony of pops and sizzles when one least expects it, and it works like a charm. I'm so glad that I could click my heels with joy ... note, 'could', not to actually do it. For, if the only problem is old age, who is to say that it isn't scheduled to meet the great motherboard up in the sky in the near future? That, my friends, is something that science cannot explain. posted by Charlotte | 4:52 pm (0) comments Monday, April 12, 2004 More aggravating moments trying to kickstart the computer. I've decided to request a technician to look it over, and that is $30 for transport costs alone and a possible $90 more in the case of the replacement of the power supply, which is the part I believe is faulty. Here's a tip for you ... unless you're filthy rich and change your computers on a regular basis, always go for the extended warranty. It's worth it ... it is ... Maybe I should just not turn off the computer so I don't have to deal with the problems of turning it on. But it makes it nearly impossible to fall asleep voluntarily at night, the incessant drone of the humming fan pervading all else in the depths of the night. Plus, I'll have to 're-enact' the problem when I show it to the technician tomorrow, so I've got to let it malfunction another time Computers ... sigh ... what would we do without them? Well, if cable TV is ignored, I have a few books I'd like to read, and of course I have to finish my game of FFVI in Japanese on the PlayStation ... posted by Charlotte | 4:48 pm (0) comments Sunday, April 11, 2004 Computer down ... power connection is shot, I believe, or that cranky motherboard (mother-in-law board, it seems) is at it again. So be patient and wait for me to get it up again ... in the meantime ... The rest is silence. P.S. Actually, I had later attempted to add on some gabble about how I could start up the computer, although it's bad for the hardware (imagine a motorcyclist charging up their engine and you will know what I mean). The irony is that, in attempting to explain all of it, before I could post the text, the computer proceeded to crash on me to show me my rightful place in the world of technological mastery. Huzzah, I feel so humbled now. Consider this post to be one that happened to be deleted by an act of God ("Uwaa!! Forgive me, O Lard, for all those irreverent comments I have made ... *whimper*"), Deus Ex Machina, perhaps? In my vindictiveness I have chosen not to rewrite it or overwrite it but leave it there to fester like an open sore. Mmm ... swollen pustules. Yummy. posted by Charlotte | 4:41 pm (0) comments Disclaimer : The Slayers and Filia Ul Copt and all images thereof are the property of Hajime Kanzaka and Rui Araizumi. I don't own any of them, although if I had a choice I would want Filia ... ~//n_n\\7 |
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