The origin of Riezz

Hmm. My memory's wrong. I changed very little to get my recent character. Oh well.

I don't know why I'm posting this, but hey, it's a trip down memory lane for me. I certainly don't remember Riezz coming from a fridge >_>

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Herr: Well, seems like I'm going to have to come up with a new name soon. Pity, Demel was a nice name.
Herr: I realise that if I keep this up, when I leave ACSI I'll have at least 5 personas.
ZQ: not necessarily, if dt doesn announce it
Herr: good point. Well, i need a name.
Herr: I could use Mera, but people'll think that a girl has been frequenting te boards lately, and Mike would know on the spot.
ZQ: lets think of one now. u wan a jap one?
Herr: Jap? Nah.
ZQ: as in the pronunciation
Herr: I dunno. There's another name I used to like: Aska. Does it sound like a girl's name?
ZQ: more feminine than masculine
Herr: Meh. I knew it. I need something that doesn't sound too americanized. Demel and Mera were nice names.
ZQ: askal? sounds less feminish rite
Herr: Askal? Akbar! lol.
ZQ: lol
Herr: Asoka! Meh. I'm losing my life.
ZQ: not reali
Herr: Well, I'm at 1hp, and I usually have 143, so I'm really losing my life.
Herr: Man, that's just so lame.
ZQ: ...
Herr: Maybe I should try another Jap name.
ZQ: mera was jap?
Herr: Demel was quite Jappish and Mera was pretty jap. Aska was a shortened Asuka.
ZQ: hmm
Herr: Kana, miho, niho, saya... Man, I'm suffering female withdrawal symptoms.
ZQ: i keep thinkin bout reizouko all of a sudden
Herr: Lol.
ZQ: how bout reizz
Herr: Reizz?
ZQ: lol
Herr: Cool, sounds like a nice name. I guess I'll take on that name for a while.

Mera and Hippocrates

Mera: So you charged the two for indecent behaviour?

Hippocrates: Certainly I did. Acting so lewdly in public! The society shall have none of that. It has not been the first time. I have seen them do this before, and it has always been just as lewd. Surely these children must be punished.

Mera: It may be so, but are they not children? Surely the path must be an embracing one, not one sharded with thorns.

Hippocrates: Do you think embracing sin will help them? They are against the society, dear ma'am. I have made an oath, and I shall fulfill it.

Mera: By reporting to authorities? Realize, mister, that you could have done this yourself. You could very well have stood up for authority by yourself.

Hippocrates: And what, have them mock me in my face? These are corrupt children, dear ma'am. What I do will not work on them. Only the cane of justice will.

Mera: And you feel good about it.

Hippocrates: What? What are you saying?

Mera: It's useless hiding from me. I can see your emotions. Your aura. It's ever bright. Bright with the pride you bear for a job well done.

Hippocrates: Certainly so! In what way have I done wrong? I have brought justice. Is that not enough?

Mera: Justice? Heh, law. Say, your name is Hippocrates, correct?

Hippocrates: Indeed it is. Why?

Mera: Haha. The irony. Surely, things are not as they seem.

Hippocrates: I do not understand you. Please.

Mera: Does it matter? You have done a good job, Hippocrates. But reconsider your oath.

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Because Jun Yi and Gid have done so. And worry not about Mera's 5th line. It'll be explained later.

Riezz, and, uh, Karan

Too many conversations in my mind, my mind asplode lawlz. Honestly, it's hard to resist writing when you have like 10 stories in your head. It just loses its charm really quick. Writing about life is unique. But before I write about unique life, I must find uniqueness in mundane life. And after a long time you realize repeating trends occur. So yeah, my head is stuck for now >_>

On another note, I have been surprised somewhat. It seems more people read my blog than I take credit for. Quote conversation between Jarrel, Karan and I.

Karan: Hey Jarrel who's this fella
Jarrel: Herrick Ong; you probably don't know him.
Karan: Hmm, heard of him somewhere.
Jarrel: Uh, what?
Moi: Hmm o_O
Karan: I think I've seen his name on a number of blogs. Like, Michael Wee links to him. Zhang Quan links to him...
Jarrel: Ronald Ip?
Karan: Yeah, Ronald links to him...
Moi: Yeah, Ronald links to me. Dunno why he likes reading my blog.
Karan: Hmm. Wait, are you jokerus.blogspot.com?
Moi: Uhh, yeah.
Karan: *Sticks out hand*
Moi: Uhh o_O
Karan: I like your stories, they're very nice.
Moi: Uhhhhhh. Ok... *Shakes hand*

Well, that explains the larger amount of people reading my blog even though Japanese viewage has decrease. Nonetheless I feel somewhat curious. If any of you read this blog, do comment and state your name, well, or your alias >_> I'm rather curious as to how many people actually read my blog.

And uhh includes people from my class. I don't know who actually reads my blog. I mean, Jarrel Seah said his dad read my blog once. I'm like uber o_O.

>_> *blatant* Readers who know me well enough are also recommended to fill out my Johari/Nohari. >___________>

Riezz and Feceof

Riezz: Just a regular cappuccino, please.

The owner: Certainly. A regular coming right up. And you would be?

Riezz: Just a mere travell\er by the name of Riezz. And the man brewing for me is?

The owner: Just a mere restaurant owner by the name of Feceof. Your tea, sir.

Riezz: Not just any mere restaurant owner, Mr. This traveler here can ascertain that this is a far higher standard quality of coffee, just from the smell. Surely the beans you use are not normal. Are they from the North?

Feceof: Surely you cannot be a mere traveler to know that. May I inquire as to how you could tell such?

Riezz: I have had the opportunity of knowing their aroma; An enticing bittersweet smell, strong yet natural, sweet yet bold. These coffee beans are a rare breed indeed. But this is the Western region. Surely their lifespan is too short to import. Explain please, how you have such rarities on hand.

Feceof: Certainly, but how do you know they are rarities?

Riezz: A traveler experiences the most magnificent of the most trivial, and drinking coffee happens to be a triviality.

Feceof: Well said. Come over here, then. I cannot bring you into my garden, but I presume a window would satisfy just as well.

Riezz: Definitely; what value does a rarity bear if you can hold it? But I must inquire nonetheless. It is of no doubt that you brew the best coffee in the region, but you could've chosen to place your restaurant in a less desolate location. I forsee three men at most crossing this road per quarter.

Feceof: I certainly have thought about it; why not share this wonder with everyone in the city? I would get rich quickly.

Riezz: Then what holds you back?

Feceof: A simple idea. Should it not be those who seek out rarities be those who get them? My restaurant lies along this road to reward travelers who seek. And for those who chance upon this minor stop in life? But an incentive for them to continue. A triviality, if magnificent, is no triviality, no?

Riezz: Certainly, but I see that as no motivation for making such a beautiful restaurant.

Feceof: Is there a need for motivation? I have a rarity here with my coffee. I will share it, but I rather my coffee remain a rarity. If a sage lived for a thousand years instead of eighty, there would be no longer any magnificence in asking him trivial questions. I would much like my coffee to keep its magnificence.

Riezz: Well, fair...

Feceof: Surely too much has been said about me. You are the traveler, are you not? I am but a minor stop in life. I do not have the privilege to see my fair share of magnificence outside of this stop. May you spare me a story or two?

Riezz: A story I have, but is it not a triviality to listen?

Feceof: Not from a traveler who knows such details in the trivialities of coffee.

Riezz: Fair. *Tells Feceof of a conversation between Riezz and Eien no Kaze.*

Feceof: Intriguing certainly. To know the aroma of such a rare blend of coffee from a rumour in the wind surely is something rarely heard.

Riezz: As I said. A traveller does have his share of magnificence in trivialities.

Feceof: And what do you do when you realize its presence?

Riezz: I continue, and wander on in search of others.

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Woe. It is hard to write when your mind is so distracted by Shoot the Bullet. Curse you Touhou >_>

Herr and the Father

I wanted to make a nice post between Riezz and the Flowergirl, but after something that happened just a few minutes ago, I must write something else, because this is pissing me off so bad.

My dad and I were at Courts, because I was looking for some long earphones or something to buy Wesley, or at least those earphone extensions etc.

Two of us split up (He has to buy an optical mouse) and I look for my earphones. After a while, he meets me and finds out I'm not sure where the earphones are. He points and we head there, and look around through the earphones area. Longest was a 1.2m. How long was that in comparison to normal iPod earphones? Hmm, neither of us knew. Easiest way? Ask.

Two of us head over to a sales assistant walking around on the phone (No.1), and my dad decides to ask him. He points to two others at a side sitting down at some counter. My dad is damn pissed, going on about "What kind of service attitude is this?!"

But we head over to the two fellers anyway. They ask what we need help with, and my dad tells one of them to "go to him" (Him being me of course), and meanwhile scolds the other (No.2) about their bad service attitude, wanting to see the manager and all that. I couldn't care less.

(He's been doing so before, and a number of times with the whole family around. Everyone's shown some dislike towards his actions, but he goes on anyway. I really didn't expect for him to do this in the short few minutes where we would just go to Courts for such a short while. =\)

Meanwhile I ask the other feller (No.3) about earphones, the normal iPod earphone lengths, and about extension cords linking the iPod to the earphones. He tells me that the normal iPod earphone is around 1.5m long, and 1.2m is just too short if I want anything longer than an iPod earphone. Darn. I ask about the extension cords, and he tells me that you can buy them in Courts as well. Huh? I ask where they are, and he brings me to them. All this somehow without me getting pissed, or him doing anything remotely close to being deserving of me getting pissed. Maybe it's because I SMILED AND ASKED QUESTIONS NICELY.

As we walk over to another corner of Courts, I turn my head and see my dad talking to No.1, No.2, and the manager. I overhear No.1 apologizing and explaining that he is explaining some stuff to another customer on the phone. I overhear my dad not caring, and continuing to complain to the manager on the apparant shit that the company provides.

Me: Sorry. My father's kinda like that.
No.3: Haha......

He shows me the cords, some being 5m, some being 2m, and the one I picked was 1.2m. Nifty. My dad comes over, pissed, and asks No.3 about how the lengths of the earphones are. I tell him that it's 1.2m in addition to the 1.5m the iPod earphones already have; certainly more than enough.

He decides to ask another random sales assistent as to where the counter is, as if just to try and have more things to scold the manager for. He points his finger in a painfully obvious way, and my dad realizes that the counter was in bloody plain sight. Even I could've told him that. We head to the counter, and he particularly apathetically pays up with his card, etc. I don't really see the cashier being too pleased with such behaviour either.

As we are done, we begin to head out. But my damn father says "Wait a minute, I need to talk to the manager" and goes to the manager AND COMPLAINS SOME MORE. I don't know how long he took. I don't know how much time was spent with me asking No.3 nicely about earphones, but I know sadly all that time he's been scolding No.1 and 2, and the manager.

No.3 and I look at each other. I sigh and shake my head in resignation. He laughs silently. We move away from the commotion.

After a while, he comes to me, and tells me that we're leaving. At the exit is a security guard bowing and saying "Thank you for shopping" to people leaving. He says that to my dad, and he just waves his hand at him indignantly. He bows to me silently, and I bow back. He looks at me, and smiles. I smile back.

We enter the car. I am pissed.

Me: Dad, can you not do that next time?
Dad: Why not? It is my right to expect good service. As a customer I have to be treated as such.
Me: Did you have to go and shout at a person who unfortunately was on the phone attending to ANOTHER CUSTOMER, call for the damn manager, make such a big fuss out of the entire thing?
Dad: Why not? They provide such shit services. And they talk about Singapore wanting to have better standards of service!!!
Me: Do you seriously think that shouting at them every single damn time they make a mistake is going to improve bloody service standards?
Dad: WHY NOT? WAKE THE WHOLE COMPANY UP!
Me (Oh, my gosh. This guy is braindead.)
Dad: You must know your rights. You don't be foolish like that. You see like that, Singapore how to bloody improve their standards?
Me: Maybe think for a while and realize perhaps that you may very well be the cause, and not the consequence.

*We meet up at minor traffic jam because of some weird thing going on*

Dad: See lah! Another zhar bo!
Me: Then go! Shout at him all you like! Go!

*Traffic jam ends*

Dad: You don't know your rights.
Me: You don't know that I had to apologize for you.
Dad: APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT?
Me: Because you were bloody embarrasing me!
Dad: Look, what right do they have to make you apologize?
Me: It wasn't a right! It was an obligation! I WANTED to apologize!
Dad: You don't be foolish. You think by being divine like that will work? Like that Singapore's service standards will never improve!
Me: Do I have to apparently be this divine being that you think I am? What if I just wanted to bloody save face?
Dad: WHY IS THERE A NEED TO SAVE FACE WHEN YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT?
Me: There is a damn difference between right that is legal and one that is moral! I don't care if you're only concerned about the legal part, BUT I CARE ABOUT THE MORAL PART!
Dad: I don't
Me: DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO DO UNTO YOU. You shouted at them back there, and I'm shouting at you right now!
Dad: OK! I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITH THAT!
Me: ...glad to hear that... (No he didn't hear that)
Dad: But I tell you this now, you had no reason to do that. Remember that YOU are MY son. What moral was there? Huh?
Me: So it's wrong to apologize to someone because...argh. (I just couldn't take it. I was beginning to cry.)

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At home:

Dad: Are you still angry?
Me: YES.
Dad: You don't have to be angry, y'know.
Me: ........................................
Dad: It's just that small thing
Me: It's not just that, Dad. I've been angry at you for years. This is
Dad: What?
Me: NEVER MIND.

Then,

Dad: Ok, you listen. I explain. It's against company law to use a handphone at work. That guy was calling his friend and making personal phone calls, then I wanted to ask him a question, then talk to him and tell him that is not allowed. But he had the cheek to just shove me away and refer me to two other people to answer my question, you get what I mean anot?

Meanwhile I stare at the computer screen. Whatever he has said has not been enough to justify what he has done.

Now:

Dad: Son, listen to me.
Me: *Looking at computer screen*
Dad: Listen to me.
Me: Yes, I'm listening.
Dad: Then look at me. That is the basic minimal courtesy.
Me: And this is the minimal courtesy you provided for those other people.
Dad: Then what about the courtesy that the man provided me with?
Me: (Can't argue with that) *Turns around* Ok, I'm looking at you now.
Dad: So?
Me: ...now you don't even care about the basic courtesy.
Dad: ...look son, you have a right. But I have one too. I was going to say that if you really wanted to, I would go and stop doing such things in front of everyone when you are around. I was going to.
Me: Then why weren't you?
Dad: Because
Me: Because I turned my head around?!
Dad: *pissed, turns his head around*

Good riddance, Dad. Good riddance. Just please, stop trying and pretending to be so noble. You. Are. Not.

Someone help me.

Frozen Rain

Riezz: Staring at the rain again, Eis? I understand your appreciating beauty in such things, but personally for me it feels somewhat depressing consistently looking at the descending waters.

Eisregen: It is not natural for a traveller like you, Riezz, to be able to appreciate that which goes down and not across. I cannot blame you for that. But surely you can at least understand the emotions lying in each and every drop?

Riezz: A traveller sees much of the world in passing, he sees the brief but not the concise.

Eisregen: When one sees the rain, he may feel depressed in its gloom. When one sees the rain, he may feel happy in knowing that he may soon see a rainbow. When one sees the rain, he may feel annoyed for his soccer game is ruined. When I see the rain, I stay silent and listen to its voices. Each and every emotion is reflected in each of these lucid drops that decend from heaven. Abundance coming from a single strand.

Riezz: Surely it is the man and not the rain that makes it so deep.

Eisregen: Perhaps, but one cannot deny the myraids of emotion that form when a man pierces through every single drop of water with his eyes alone. Just as how light that pierces through the rain would reveal the rainbow that formed it, the eyes that pierce through the rain would reveal the heart that shaped those eyes.

Riezz: If water alone could show such human beauty, then what of the man himself?

Eisregen: If the water is anything but clear, the rainbow that comes from it will be distorted. It will be fake. If a man sees that his emotions have been invoked by an unclear conscience, his resulting emotions are just as murky. They will be fake. Only the clearest conscience can reflect the truest emotions. For none have that, there is the rain.

Riezz: What of yourself, then? Surely the rain of ice must have comments about himself.

Eisregen: I am frozen in time even as I descend, but does that matter? Light refracts, whether the water is frozen or not. The conscience, is it different? One is frozen in ice, the other flows as water. But ultimately they are one medium in different states; the same man under different circumstances. Perhaps if you place me in a desert my name may very well drop the Eis, but until then I shall stay here and view the passing rain.

Riezz: One last question, then.

Eisregen: Entertained.

Riezz: What of me, the traveller?

Eisregen: Would the frozen rain ever understand the feelings of the passing rain? That which is frozen cannot understand the feeling of being brought by wind, going across in addition to down.

Lao Shi

I really didn't feel like doing anything. Blogging, studying, anything.

Today was my first time in my life visiting someone in NUH. Previously I was too young to visit my mom while she was in the hospital. All I saw was someone who consistently got balder and balder with each day until she wore a wig. I never could particularly feel for my mother at that point of time.

I sincerely have to thank Mr. Kenneth Seah who offered to fetch Ming Hao, SZ and I back to school, and when hearing that SZ and I were going to NUH to see Mdm. Loo Shek Kien, offered to bring us directly to NUH. Despite being a fairly new driver and not a very confident one either, he decided to help the two of us go to NUH, and for that I thank you, sir.

Previously when I read a blogpost about someone who went to see Mdm, I was thinking of writing a conversation between Riezz and the teacher who cared for her students too much.

SZ and I continued down towards Wing 2, South entrance. Over there we went to visit her.

There comes a point of time, where one realizes that conversations can only bring so far. Words are wonderful, but they can never be nearly as powerful a tool as silence. Unfortunately many don't realize that, myself included. There is a limit to human conversation. There is a limit to speech. There is a limit to how much can truly be conveyed in a sentence.

Short to say, I won't be writing that conversation anytime soon. It will say nothing.

DDRer and Frost

I am immensely pissed. >_>

"Thinking about TNN, I still think Herrick should have been given the power of Dance Dance Revolution, or even better, ITG. Stomping on your opponent rhythmically at 14.7Hz would be superbly painful. For that matter, Daniel could try and help with the music, and I could help with the speed mods to make the arrows appear more clearly."

RARR YOU FOOL I CHOSE FROST NOT KLOW RARR. I really cannot imagine this.

*For some weird reason Speedster fights DDRer (Pronounced Dee Drur >_>)*

*Flurry of kicks from DDRrer, which Speedster defends easily*
"It seems you are able to defend against my freestyle attacks, Speedster" says DDRer, whose kicks flow one after another.
"I am the Speedster. I can catch and defend against even speeding bullets! You have no hope of"
*DDRer steps on Speedster's foot*
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

>_> Honestly. Once is amusing, but damnit this has got to be the lamest power ever.

"I am the head prefect. I shall book you with black dots and ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"I am Tieman. I shall wrap you up in ties. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"I'm Harry! Mommy's love protects me! You have no chance of ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

...someone enlighten me as to why there is a person out there who thinks that I should be DDRer instead of Frost >_>

Detesting fragmentations

Bryan has asked me to blog. >_> I have very little to talk about, considering I myself don't like talking about alot of things hence do not blog about alot over here. >_> Nonetheless today has been rather immense bs for me. I was, short to say, too pissed off/too depressed (Well, not really) to want to be chairman for the next 6 hours, so I requested that Kevin Wong take over the role temporarily. Eventually all that he did was lock the door and unlock it, me doing everything else anyway. Thanks, Kev. >_>

Oh well, at least I didn't have to handle the key for 6 hours. Good enough. >_>

I suppose I wouldn't be so annoyed if Sam Chan didn't shout at me a few days ago about me being irresponsible and not asserting my authority enough, causing the key to be lost again. Though I didn't like him primarily basing the fault on me for Bryan losing the key, I couldn't really fault him either. Then, this morning during SJAB Comm Meeting, I asked Kwong if he called anyone to ask him to take the key. He said he didn't because he had faith in them to go and take the key. Fair enough. End of comm meeting, I try to get lunch since I didn't manage to buy anything in the breaktime given during the meeting, but the bell rings too quickly and I cannot, and I end up running up the stairs instead, Kwong going on ahead since I tried to take lunch. Near the yellow level, I see Kyle coming down, annoyed. I ask him what, but I already knew what happened.

No one took the bloody key.

DARGH. How stupid can you all get? It's perfectly fine if you all don't get the key at 7.00 since we may be a bit late, and stretching it A BIT at 7.10 since we may go to get the key on our way up, but bloody hell, if it's 7.15 and you see neither Kwong nor I around, nor our bags, then can someone bloody go get the key? There are some things under my responsibility, I admit that. The first key being lost was Kwong's and my fault primarily. The second key was Bryan's fault primarily, but I had a part for letting such things happen. This kind of damn incompetence and stupidity is not, damnit. Argh.

I know Sam Chan meant to scold me the first time, but applying his words now... man. The irony just reeks.

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Originally intended to have another conversation here, but after stopping it 1/2way yesterday and attempting to continue it today, I realize that I have to actually write conversations in 1 sitting (or is it seating, someone tell me plz >_>) if I want them to turn out well. Oh well. >_>

Undo

Cool Joke - Undo (FMA 3rd OP)

遠く　遠く　想い果てなく
二人が　無邪気に笑ってた
あの頃に戻れるなら...

こなごなに砕けた
ガラス細工のような
思い出の破片(カケラ)を集めてる
大事なモノはいつだって
失くしてから気づくよ

君がいない世界は
まるでジグソーパズル
永遠に欠けたまま未完成
誰にも君の代わりなんて
なれるはずはないから

どうか　どうか　時間を止めて
君の面影をこの胸に刻んでくれ
もしも　もしも　許されるなら
すべてを犠牲にしてもいい
あの笑顔をもう一度...

現実という鎖に
僕達は繋がれて
夢見ることさえも叶わずに
それでも探し続けてる
闇を照らす光を

遠く　遠く　想い果てなく
二人が　無邪気に笑ってたあの頃へ
どうか　どうか　時間を止めて
君の面影をこの胸に刻んでくれ
もしも　もしも　許されるなら
すべてを犠牲にしてもいい
あの笑顔をもう一度...

もう一度...

Translation of Undo

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Riezz: Reminis, why do you sit on this railing, staring down upon the town from this hill? You only go down to the town once a year, otherwise everytime you are here, viewing the world from up here. Are there not those who care for you, those who wish to see you with them down on the streets, walking alongside them, playing alongside them, studying alongside them?

Reminis: Certainly there used to. I used to play Zeropoint with them in school. Five Stones. Marbles. There were more, of course, but I suppose I shouldn't be boring you with the details, should I? I still remember how we would walk down the cooler streets, play the fun games, study the harder subjects... but alas, that is no more. How many years has it been since I have went down there, anyway? It feels just like yesterday, but I'm sure that it's been longer.

Riezz: Reminis, it's been five years since you've seen any of your friends. Why don't you go down? Surely there has been a reason to keep you from doing this? Seeing as how you used to do so much with them everyday...

Reminis: Riezz, you have gone through as much of life as I have. Back when we changed schools, we made a promise on the seventh last day of school. It was that on that exact time, the exact place, the exact date, we would return together in this place in the year that followed. I returned to the 47th square from the end of the school foyer, and went there at 1.52pm, 46 seconds past, the exact same time we put our hands together and said Yea to our eternal friendship.

Riezz: What happened then?

Reminis: No one was there. I waited for one hour. No one came. Suddenly, I just felt that they would never come. They never would. But I still wanted to believe that our friendship, started by us, made by us, bonded by us, formed by us, it was still eternal. So I waited for one year, and went to the exact same place again. But I could not.

Riezz: Why so?

Reminis: The area was under renovation. I could no longer find the exact square. I no longer knew where it would be. Who knew, that such an important reunion between friends after two long years could be ruined because of renovation works? I was heartbroken. I could get the time, I could get the date, and I almost got the location. But I could not, as the area was renovated. Then, I understood why I couldn't meet up with them that year, nor the year before. It was because everyone else had moved on. They had continued on with their lives. And eventually, the school had moved on as well, changing its appearances. I felt sad. Had I realized this a year earlier, I would have hunted down each and every friend for this meeting, to remind them of what the past was like. But then a second year had passed, I was no longer in their memories, they have moved on and left me behind, and even if I tried to chase them they were already too far. I cried.

Riezz: Then what did you do after that? You must have moved on after that realization.

Reminis: Move on I did. I decided that if I was unable to confront them ever again, I would at least be able to observe them from afar. And that is what I do now, sitting upon this railing along this hill, watching down from above at them. Look, my friend just left the department store. Oh, and over there my friend's at an arcade with his girlfriend. I had never expected him to get one. how times change, huh?

Riezz: Why don't you at least try confronting them?

Reminis: It has been too long. They have forgotten me. And even if they do not, I cannot forget them. The past them, from five years past. I will not be able to forgive myself. I do not want to dictate their past. By now they have forgotten it and have no more use for it, only heading for the future. I, on the other hand, have forgotten none of it, only recalling the past. It is because of that that I stay on this hill, silently seeing everything in silent appreciation that everyone can move on except for me, and thankful that none shall end up in my footsteps.

Riezz: And what if one does?

Reminis: Then the time will come where they may speak the same story to you as I have. But what can I say? I govern the past, not the future.

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Meh. Didn't turn out too nicely. Btw, Riezz does not have any particular meaning to its name. I just like it. >_>

SZ's bro

I apologize for not putting this up two days ago, since I came back home at 10.40pm after being at the arcade from 2pm to 10pm.

I also apologize for not putting this up yesterday, as I was too tired from constantly sleeping at 12+. Sleeping at 12 and waking at 10 apparently didn't make the cut for getting my energy back up.

I lastly apologize for not putting this up earlier than two days ago, as I seriously did not have much to blog about.

SJAB Day is really, nothing I would like to mention over here. I didn't like it, and probably neither did alot of other people. Let's comment as little as possible on this subject.

Let us also comment naught on Youth Day, of which I was only a participant of 1/2 the time due to me being in Full U the other half.

Let us comment instead, on the trip we made to Plaza Sing proceeding that.

Bryan, SZ, Darren Low, Cleon and I headed to Plaza Sing because I heard something about Star Factory getting GGXX/. So hopped onto 196 we did, and got to Dhoby Ghaut via MRT. But first, X-Zone ftw.

I played like $7 worth, Cleon borrowed $8, and I treated $2-4 or so. My $37-9 dollars in my Tapz has been reduced drastically to a $19. Lol.

First we head over to GGXX, and I own this Chipp n00b while SZ and Darren duke it out on MvC2. After many times of owning him, we stop and head over to other places. We play, like, a seriously heck lot. But I got owned by this Chipp and this pro hax Dizzy that owned SZ's Slayer. Like, lol, considering SZ was so confident in owning the Dizzy and not so confident in owning the Chipp. By the way, he owned the Chipp. >_>

Proceeded to play some Neogeo Battle Colosseum. Mars People is ownage. Rock Howard is cool. Sheu Zhi's Haohmaru is the most broken thing I've ever seen. But enough about SZ's Haohmaru. Damn you Haohmaru. Btw, Neogeo Battle Colosseum is immensely cool. Kaede ftw. I mean, he's like lol stun edge. >_>

Then we all played Super Bishi Bishi Bash and Hyper Bishi Bishi Bash. Gosh, Darren is good at it. Then was Para Para, and uhh. Cleon and SZ ftw yo >_>

Darren: Let's eat Mos Burger.
Me: Hmm
Cleon: NOOO. You know how ex that place is.
Darren: Let's put a majority vote. Everyone votes Mos Burger, right? Let's go Mos Burger.
Cleon, Bryan: We disagree, this isn't majority.
Me: Uhh
SZ: What's Mos Burger?
Me, Cleon, Bryan, Darren: o_O
Darren: SZ, it's Japanese.
SZ: ZOMG. Let's go Mos Burger.
Darren: Ok, it's decided, we're going Mos Burger.
Everyone: o_O
SZ: >_>

After that, at Star Factory, the unbelievable occurs. SZ's Bro turns up.

SZ's Bro: Hey SZ let's play MvC2
SZ: Ok.
SZ's Bro: *Chooses Magneto, Storm, Sentinel*
SZ: *Chooses Sentinel, Cap'n Commando, and ICEMAN o_O*
SZ: OH NOEZ ICEMAN
SZ's Bro: OH NOEZ ICEMAN
SZ and SZ's Bro: *Both do hand-raising followup to OH NOEZ*
SZ's Bro's friends: =)
SZ's friends: Holy crap o_O

SZ's Bro: Hey SZ let's play Super Puzzle Fighter 2
SZ: Ok.
SZ's Bro: *Chooses Sakura*
SZ: *Chooses Ryu*
SZ's Bro: YESSSSS
SZ: OH NOEZ
SZ: *Comebacks* YESSSSS
SZ's Bro: OH NOEZ
*repeat 5 times*
SZ: *loses* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SZ's Bro: Haha NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *imitates SZ*
SZ's Bro's friends: =)
Cleon and I: Holy crap o_O

SZ's Bro: *Plays 1P with SZ at side*
SZ's Bro and SZ: OH NOEZ *Does hand motion followup*
SZ's Bro: *Comebacks*
SZ's Bro and SZ: OH YES
SZ's Bro's friends: =)
SZ's friends: o_O

SZ's Bro: Hey SZ, what's that in your plastic bag
SZ: oh your headphone
SZ's Bro: OH NOEZ WHY IS IT WITH YOUR BOOTS IT'S GOING TO SPOIL OH NOEZ
SZ: o_O
SZ's Bro: NUUUU IT'S SO EXPENSIVE
SZ: OH NOEZ
Rest: o_O

SZ's Bro: Hey SZ, where's your phone
SZ: Oh it exploded
SZ's Bro: D: oh noez. Ok then nvm
Me: o_O

SZ's Bro: Hey SZ, how're we going home
SZ: Uh, taxi?
SZ's Bro: NUUU. So ex. Then SZ you pay
SZ: Ohz noez. Then what about MRT?
SZ's Bro: Uh ok, then SZ you pay
SZ: WHAT WHYYYY
Darren: Omg, this convo is made of win
Me: >_>

SZ: Hey guys, I think my bro and I take taxi back lah
Cleon: What, why
SZ: Uh we're sick
SZ's Bro: Yeah, sick. Ahem ahem
Darren: Ok lor, then I come along with you.
SZ: Then you pay as well ok
Darren: Ok
SZ: ...but still quite ex leh.
SZ's Bro: Ok nvm we go MRT.

Words alone cannot describe the ownage SZ's bro is. Seriously. I thought SZ was cool. He pales in comparison to his bro, lol. >_>