I've gotten over it—the loathsome and controversial feeling. I'm glad.

Just wanted to say it, lol.

Ciao.

So, yeah, people of the world, I'm back. There won't be any difference in your life whether I'm here or not, but...who cares, yeah? lol.

So, yeah...I'll be posting various stuffs again from now 'till God knows when. Of course, that includes Suede stuffs! I've 2 or 3 more DVDs to rip and upload...and for those who want a physical/hard copy, just email me your address, or leave a comment here. Do the same thing if any of the links I provided is dead. Okay?

Anyway, why was I gone, huh? Well, my PC crashed, but luckily, I was able to salvage a bunch of important files, i.e., Suede stuffs, mangas, animes, movies, programs for tweaking whatever, etc.

...well, actually, my PCs been fixed some weeks ago but I got into this game called RF Online. It's really cool. Y'chaps should try it some time. It's addictive.

Ah! And aside from that, I've read this gh3y comic, also known as BoysLove/Shounen-Ai manga, called Otowa Keikenchi. Gh3y stuffs aren't really my thing but the story of this comic is really cutesy. The characters are all adorable! One of 'em is scary and adorable and cute all at the same time, it's kyah-able. He's actually my favorite tho he's turned gh3y; name's Shinkaii Seiji.

So long then. 'Till my next post!

Well, just recently, I finished watching Seikei Bijin, also known as Artificial Beauty, in English. It's about a girl who went for an overhaul so she can be loved. Well, she's spud ugly, no one really loved her as a woman, and the rest is all up to you to imagine, or y'could watch.

Well, don't mistake this entry as a review for that jdrama 'cuz this ain't. This is my point of view regarding Cosmetic Surgery. This stuff just caught my interest.

Okay, so, for me, it's alright to undergo one. Well, I'm NOT saying this because I, myself, as well, am spuggly or skanky, or I have undergone any sort of Cosmetic Surgery—of that, I assure you. I am saying this because most people, despite the fact that they're already crackin', wants to get prettier than they already are; they're just really insatiable. What would you expect then of those who were sleeping like a log while God showered the world with brill beauty and glitter, huh?

The only difference here, chaps, is that, people who undergo Cosmetic Surgery, spend more brass than those who just want to have tighter pores, redder lips, pearlier skin, (insert color) eyes, blond or auburn hair or whatever it is that they want to have or become. Don't get me wrong, whether you spent a darn lot or not has nothing to do with whether the modifications are acceptable or unacceptable. A modification is a modification, and it's all the same, no matter what it is—minor or major. A person who had Rhinoplasty is no different than a person who colored his hair green (well yeah, save the expenditure). Mind you, reverting and transforming are two different things, very. Ask me how, and I'll brain you this instant.

People who say something nasty are just an envious bunch of batshit fugly bags. If you haven't used any cosmetics before or thought of undergoing certain surgeries, or even genned up for ways so y'could be more stunning, then please, leave a comment saying "Fuck off!" or "Shut your cake hole!," or if you want to say something far worse, then please do so. As for those who're looking at this thing as a Theist, I don't know. I think it'll be best for you lot not to leave a comment. But if you're going to look at it pragmatically/logically, even though you're a Theist, then you are most welcome. No, I don't despise Theists, I just want to eliminate an existing possibility of an insane bedlam or flamewar.

Cheers.

Oh yes, I do love complexities and perplexities. I do love the questions "How?" and "Why?," but somehow, I feel frustrated and buggered for they show me lucidly my incapability and fecklessness as a person who seeks for something more than what she should seek for. These questions I'm so fond of using mandates me into meeting my Waterloo, and every dagger of defeat driven through my flesh entails a harrowing pain. Though this happens a lot, I never grew inure to it.

It's in me to find reasons behind any facts, ideas, behaviors and conjectures. I want to understand everything fully, to know everything there is to know. But there's this horror that finally kills me and maybe, those people like me—the impossibility of our desire, of what we yearn for. We can never take a glimpse of what's behind the ironically adamant colossal curtain. Our curiosity will be left unfed and we will all meet our dissolution knowing and understanding just a fraction of what is there including what is not, or if we're just really ill-fated, we'll never actually know anything. Sad, isn't it? or the Devil may care?

You'll find human capacity for knowledge very limited but on the other hand, the pool of knowledge we so much want to imbibe seems so fathomless and unbelievably infinite, and it really pains me a lot. It'll be difficult to accept this one true obvious fact but I don't think there's any possible way for us to make what we want, feasible—to have satisfying answers for all our endless questions.


"Does God exist?"

"Do Heaven, Hell and Purgatory exist, or is it Nothingness after death? Or do we stay ensnared inside our rotting bodies as maggots and creatures of decay eat our flesh away?"

"What's beyond our Galaxy?"

"Are we the only highly intellectual creatures in this plane?"

"What is the purpose of our lives?"


These are but some of the questions created by our curious minds. Isn't it tempting? Don't you want to know more? Don't you want to know if Eve really was from Adam? If there really was a snake, or if the Devil and not God himself created us? Lush...

Well, I know that some of you will find this petty, or maybe, puny and impertinent, but this is what I, or rather, we desire—answers. We're just like you who're just so darn addicted to something bleeding irresistible, and our only differences are our preferences and interests.

So, yeah, I'm writing this again, and I know, it's so tedious to read the same thing over and over again.
Sorry about that~

Well, actually, I changed hosts because WordPress can't satisfy me as a blogger, and fortunately, FC2, the blog host I've been dying to register in, but can't since it's for Japanese users alone, finally became available in English!

Yosha!

Ain't that the greatest thing, ever?!

Ureshii... (I'm happy)

Anyway, this'll be the last time I'll change my host; this is final. There'll be no more alterations, whatsoever. I friggin' swear.

...and again,
Yoroshiku Onegaitashimasu!