beyond the edge

And there needs to be more days in a week or something T-T

After getting past the constipated bit in my writing I am now in verbal diarrhoea and have been writing nonstop for the past week. Yes...I know there must be better metaphors but somehow this analogy is so apt =w=

News about "Going!" came out. I am going to be against the loudest voices and say.........YES, I CAN NOW ACTUALLY ENJOY WATCHING THEM PROMOTE IT. Music Station and Utaban and Hey!Hey!Hey! will be a group that is more cohesive and respectable and delightful than ever before!

I'm also have to do a big "SEE I TOLD YOU SO" moment about Maru's and Koki's solos being included =w= SEE I TOLD YOU SO. Just because K and A released their solos first doesn't mean they're getting "special treatment" geez =_= Interesting that they didn't split it this time.

Looking forward to the album =D

Before I get into the main point of this post, let's just say it's about time that the American public has become alarmed at the vacuousness of the running mate for the Republicans...

It's getting to be one of those moments where, if McCain and Palin do get elected, it happens only in America. Amen.

===================== I divide, ergo I divide =====================

This is your "birthday present" Serena XDDDD

Well, it wasn't meant to be, but you may feel pleased with yourself(?) that having your birthday as a deadline somehow contributed to the miracle of this being finished so quickly =D And since it's your "birthday" you get the whole thing unshrunken! Muahahaha~

My favourite couple *ahem*

And in its original unshrunken black and white glory

The item Vivrael is holding, is, of course, this thing XDDDD

I'm both pleased and annoyed by the picture, but as I am not simultaneously pleased and annoyed, it's a complicated sensation involving unpredictable fluctuation between the two extremes.

Tried to go for a slightly different colouring style here. I'm still very much experimenting with colouring styles. I wanted a pastel-y effect, but ended up with a watercolour-y effect on Solen, which I'm okay about. It sucks when Solen is so pale and Vivrael is so...well...vivid? Solen's pallor is intentional, by the way (apart from the fact that he's probably also naturally paler)...he's anaemic!.....?

I'm pretty happy with Vivrael's hair this time around. His hair's always been an absolute nightmare to colour ==; I love drawing it, and I love it when it's black and white, but I hate colouring it =0=

( More ranting about Viv/Sol =D )

One overcast dawn
Playful nature
Brush laden with viscid white
Smudged cirrus across a tin-coloured sky

........

Even though that made no meteorological sense whatsoever.

It was last Saturday.

Off-white wisps and tapered strokes liberally streaked on a canvas of uniformly metallic grey.

The storm, though, did not come.

Less poetically, the takoyaki at Chatswood was droooooooool. I WANT YAKISOBA *SOB*

I am, incidentally, starving.

I shall go to bed.

Bittorrent getting licensed O__o;

I'm still kind of confused as to what the licensing entails, but interesting O__o;

I wonder what would happen to the spate of BT-based programs like BitComet and BitSpirit.

Anyone still remember the good old days when anime was only 30mb (tragically condensed realplayer versions)...? And when bittorrent first came out? It made the anime file sizes bigger...LOL.

And it was an easier alternative to queueing up for days on IRC.


Talk of US elections is up again ~~;


Screwed up my first exam today. My brain wasn't working. I can't believe I mistook a slide of appendicitis for asthma. Argh. Just because they both had 20 layers of smooth muscle cells and leukocyte infiltration........

Must study for tomorrow.

*Goes back to the battledome*

==========I am an updater============

I'm so tempted to do the NaNoWriMo after exams this year (that would be 15th). But..........

It would mean an average of 3333 words per day in order to reach the goal by 30th November T__T There's this story I want to write, and I want to write it quickly and sketchily, as a guide rather than a polished tale. That way I can get it over with and move on to finishing the previous two stories I've started.

...Yeah, so, relax, I'm not going to attempt to finish Vivant's story in 15 days. It would make him/me/readers cry.

Speaking of writing, I dropped by the Basement bookshop or whatever it's called, in Central, today, and flipped through some of the books. Sara Douglass has another enormous hardcover trilogy out >__>;

I also flipped through Dan Chernenko's The Bastard King (see someone's review here). Somehow his style of writing really irked me. I know on Amazon they said "simple language and straightforward narrative", but I have a hard time dealing with sentences that average 7 words and beginning with conjunctions. I just don't see the point of writing an entire book like so:

He put his sword down at his feet. Then he picked it up again.
or
He looked tired. But he had six hours of sleep. So it was expected.

Too many full-stops make the passage fragmented and awkward.

Aside from griping about the language, I'm not sure what it was about this particular scenario that irked me so much that I slammed the book shut and stuffed it back onto the shelf:
The boy king (bastard king) is nine, and his advisors/regents try to tell him something that's different from the news that he's somehow acquired himself. He then badgers his advisors, who stutter about how he is misinformed. As part of the interior monologue, the boy mentions "he held on to facts, because facts would never betray him".

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm...........................

Apart from the melodrama dripping from that, how can a reader trust a 9-year-old's definition of "fact"? Especially when the particular "fact" that the boy is referring to is clearly contentious and is dependent on perspective (because he's disagreeing with the view point that the regents just presented). And especially because anyone presenting "a fact" to this particular boy would not be presenting it in an objective manner, because everyone appears to want to manipulate him. How can fact in this sense be considered reliable and unchanging? It's not so much a "fact" as "information", open to interpretation and open to distortion by whoever is telling him the news. He questions the regents' news because he's heard an earlier different version. What makes him trust that different version more than the regents' version??

I know I'm just jumping to conclusions here based on about 3 paragraphs from 3 different pages spaced about 50 pages apart...........

If anyone actually slogs through the book in full, tell me what it's like.

But I know for one thing I won't be able to sit through the language >_>; It jars with the fantasy background and the pace.

Due to popular demand procrastination, has spent last 2 days working on this.

Hmm =___=

I recommend reading from bottom-up. (Argh-ness, by the way, because I'm so sick of the first chapters)

Updates not guaranteed. I just don't want to post all that stuff here and am too lazy to organise a site from scratch XD

*Runs away embarrassed*


PS: Jenny I'm still waiting for that story you were going to write =P I hope it has started to exist at least.

The world is alien on an overcast night, when the faithful moonlight rails vainly to penetrate the unmoving clouds. Enshrouded in darkness so impervious that even the wind stayed its breath, the familiar scrabbling of night life had long been consumed by the silence that tolled sternly, prolonged and suffocating.

It was a world described only by touch and smell and taste; my existence confirmed by the restive flutter of the wind that on occasions carried with it the scent of ocean salt, and dreams of home.

The skies sometimes opened up, and the dust between my toes would turn to mud and squelch until baked dry by the sun that rose the next day. The rain would fall unheard, drowned out by intense flashes of lightning that came accompanied by the alarmed shuddering of the frail wooden hut that housed me.

The clouds would clear the next day, and the sun would rise over the horizon, welcomed by birds that would have begun their overture when the sky first brightened.

But for me, I lived in that silent, stifling midnight.


Just felt like practising a little writing. Away from Rowan's blander way with words.

My descriptive skills have seriously gone down the drain and is now floating somewhere in the Pacific waiting to be eaten by a starfish.

It's all Rowan's fault (...) that this story was started in the first place. I would have happily left it until I finished Next Assignment but I'm so sick of writing with Rowan's tone! It's so boring! And...boring!

Yes...there was a change of tense right at the beginning >__>;

Carmen, have I sent you verse 4 yet?

Anyone entering the NaNoWriMo this year? Anyone been through it last year and is game to do it again? =P

Writing 50000 words in 30 days is a pretty daunting ask... I almost want to try it =P (No, I'm not masochist. No, I'm not sadistic either. I insist.) I haven't done impromptu (I imagine it would be largely impromptu) writing in ages, and certainly not over any sustained length or time resembling that.

*Pokes Chen* Chen! This sounds like your sort of thing!

I suspect I won't have access to a computer for the last half of the month, which might cause grave problems if I wanted to enter the competition...that, and the fact I have end of semester exams first half of the month. Why November?? Why not January?? When I'll be sitting on my bum all day and have nothing better (or more urgent) to do anyway??

On the other hand, I'm not too sure I want to spend 30 days writing 175 A4 pages of bull that I won't end up liking. Is probably more practical to spend that time on...other stuff, very neglected stuff lying in various neglected corners of my room and hard drive...*sigh*....