{Why'd you have to be so clueless?.

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9/15/2007 09:15:00 PM

I changed the BGM again... If you're reading my blog, please, stop reading for a moment and listen to this song. It's taken from a game by Squaresoft, some of you may know it, Final Fantasy X. The title of this song is "To Zanarkand". I've played the game, completed it as well (I'm one heck of a gamer if you didn't know, but i don't really tell people about it).

Listen to it, feel the emotions that surge through you as the music resonates your heart. Every note feels so significant... it's as though this piece of music is telling my story. If you knew me (as in.. if we were close enough), then you'd know why; nonetheless, it's regretful to say that no one knows me well enough to tell my story through listening to songs. Sigh..
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I suppose you should be checking out my other tabs above to see if i made any changes. Well, yes indeed i have. The short prose under "Crapper" was taken from my novel-to-be. Currently it's not finished yet, cos i'm rather busy with my life, and that i only write it when i've got inspiration... (which i don't really have recently due the the endless memorising of certain facts that are required for me to attain my EOY goals).
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Someone used to tell me, "Why'd people be interested to read a sad blog like yours? They'd rather spend hours reading other blogs with user-posted pictures and videos..."

I said nothing. I didn't want to change. It's me, I'm like that. This is my style. I use words to draw pictures, I use words to depict videos. It's all up to the readers' imagination.

Sometimes i wonder why i'm keeping a blog. Is it really a place for me to express myself freely? Or is it just a part of me that craves for attention... Or should i say that i already have the answer to my question and yet i'm still trying to confirm it with more questions...

I've seen the blogs of my peers; some were as professional as journalists (gosh, that's not a blog that they're keeping...); some were merely daily rantings and delights. Perhaps you'd prefer theirs?
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"So what is it that you ask of me?" The surroundings grew silent, only the howl of the wind could be heard. The scent of death beckons Zephyr, yet he's still bent on shielding his pal from any danger that would materialize.

"It's time you left this world - FOR GOOD!"

Zephyr staggered before his bosom friend, with a wound that was deeper than none other - a stab in the heart... The Djinni never knew he had one; he'd always thought he was invincible, never to be affected by emotional distress. Yet, his friend had betrayed him, leaving him to face unknown dangers - alone.

Ned fled for his life from Zephyr. He knew very well that all Djinn are bloodthirsty fiends who kill without batting an eyelid. Despite the vast intelligence that Ned had on Djinn, he was wrong about how loyal Zephyr was to his summoner. Zephyr would never hurt him, even if he was the nastiest summoner among all who craved for his power.

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I stared at my wound in shock, but of course... this was nothing to bother my physical body. Fishing out a pack of cards in my pocket, I placed my right palm onto it, imparting my beliefs in it. It lit up with a sickly green glow, somewhat telling me to stop overexerting myself.

"May I be blessed by the Ace of Pentacles for full recovery, with that, i set my promise to Ned as my sacrifice," I muttered away as the card drank my blood.

Within seconds, the pain was gone - I was as good as new, and free as well...

-- To be continued --