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One year ago, some time around today.
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Friday, October 31, 2008
I might know a lot about things around me. Or maybe I know nothing at all and I'm faking it. But that's not today's topic. Today's topic, my friends know more about me than I do. There are a few select events I can remember in life. And I can bet if you are the one who said the exact line, you can't remember right? But I do. Believe it or not, if anyone here is guilty of emotional scarring or physical wounds, I do remember them and refuse to forget them. You are all forgiven, of course, but just think back if you are guilty of anything. Any parting words can be said on the tagboard, I will get back to you.
Moving on. Happy 1st Anniversary Claire! Before anyone celebrates or spams congrats here and there, by "1st" I don't mean it as a period of time. Its not like "1st year" or "1st month". Its just the "first anniversary of the year". The next one is in about a month, if I'm not wrong. But today, is, if I'm not wrong, my induction into the epic failure of a guild, Four Seasons. Yes, Windy, I've said it, the guild was, and forever will be recorded as, an epic failure. You had too many healers for too few actual damage dealers. And to top of the irony, all you healers were offline at the same time. Where the hell was I supposed to find a healer at 1am in the morning if all the healing classes were offline?
Anyway, here's a story for people that don't know. I promised a girl I'd buy her a white bunny for the fun of it and also because she looked like she needed a pet to cuddle. Rinny the Pooh. I'm not going to forget that nickname ever! It's cute for starters. I kept my word, got her a bunny. Which currently has a very nice name, and I forgot the name too. I know it starts with C. Right? Celine? Cecile?
And this is all for the 1st anniversary. Keep reading and checking back for more information!
12:46 PM
K.I.V.E.R
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
People tend to misunderstand what or who Kiver is.
Kiver isn't an identity. Its an entity.
He/It is the testament to abuse and anger. The avatar of hate incarnate.
2 years ago or so, I was getting sick of being pushed around, a bottom feeder with few friends and lacking in any sort of say whatsoever. So one fine day someone tells me to take up the "killer" persona. To be dangerous. Kiver is taken from the name "Ninjaki" with the suffix, "version 2" Hence, "ninjaKI VERsion 2" Ninjas are cliche, thus I opted to go for Kiver because it sounded nice. Kiver was born as a name for my little gaming projects. Soon after, Kiver was my plaything in this online world. To do what I wish.
A couple of months later, he would be something more than just a name. I started to resent the people around me. Not my family, not my friends. Just the public in general. The people who stand in the background, watching, waiting, doing nothing. Much like the rise of the working class in communism, Kiver represented that. He didn't like getting pushed around, neither did I.
He started out as a character with green hair and wore black throughout. Soon after his self defense, I changed his clothing to red. Something a bit more sinister than black. Black is somewhat dark and mysterious, but red showed he wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Red was evil rather than dark, showing people he isn't afraid of using force to get what he wants than just emo threats. In the words of another player, she commented "best to let go of pent up rage than to keep it in but you are getting serious."
This history may or may not be continued in future. But as it stands, Kiver's gone from hate-incarnate to pretty much soft and mellowed down. Vengeance is no longer a priority.
5:36 AM
(Mockery)
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
A little rant for anyone who can be bothered to read.
"Oh so how can you like someone you've never really physically had the chance to hang out, that's utter rubbish, you can't claim that until you can touch someone."
Piishhaww. (Pronounce like phhffff if you want to)
Now that statement's is the one at fault. World's changing, get with it, or get out of it. *Yes I'm referring to you, obviously know who you are cause only *one* person has said that to me.*
By the way, you don't have to do everything to show someone you love them. Take care of yourself and the rest will come naturally. Hope your life's going great then.
:) Smile, makes your day that much brighter.
9:03 AM
"God, He's Good!"
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To be perfectly honest, I'm definitely one who would tell someone straight to their face if they really suck. Not that I'm living the life of danger here, putting my neck on the line if someone doesn't appeal to me. I can be tolerant but not likely.
But here, I give in and I'll tell you guys when someone really borders on godlike. I saw this profile on Friendster. I'm not going to say who cause some people may know him. Picture this: Junior College student.
Whoa, yes, nothing fantastic. Doesn't take a genius to get into JC, just the willpower and stamina.
But read on: He's not much older than me (I'm 17+/18) perhaps by a couple of months. He's on his school's swim team. The *good* division mind you. He doesn't drink or smoke. Yes, I know what you are thinking. So what's special?
Next, he's a fairly good musician. Nothing too spectacular. But how many of us can say we can play a regular mainstream instrument like a guitar as well as a school military band instrument?Also, he attends church regularly, works off as a life skill instructor and also triples up as a tutor and trainer for other activities. Sweet Jesus! This guy can definitely sell his skills well! So why not he just get lost and help poor children in some impoverished country? No wait, says here he does that too! Is this dude human? All I can say is, if he really does do what he says he can, I respect his mad skills. If he's a really good gamer then heck it, I'm getting off this damn planet.
*But check this part out:*
"Less than three, Claire. (Blog Entry, Part 2)"
So we all know I'd do anything for the most adorable girl I know. And perhaps I probably will. Remember this, when you see my school work really start to shine, you can bet its Claire's influence over my mood that's causing it. And you know, to heck with skills and work comparison. Cause I know I have a goal to keep that girl smiling and happy. Whatever it takes to get to that goal, I'm doing it.
(Less than three? What's up with that?)
(Less than = <)
(Three = 3)
(Less than three = <3)
Fun fact.
8:41 AM
Looking For : Claire/Rin
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008
"Love is... Taking 15mins just to say goodbye."
Isn't that just right? We take forever to say goodbye just because both of us want to be the one who has the last word in it. And the ironic part? Even if you do get the last word, it leaves you thinking, "Doesn't he/she care? Why didn't he/she continue?!" Yep, don't deny the feeling.
My personal life is one big challenge. But Claire's the best one by far. Now, we all know its easy to cheat on someone, to lie or steal. In fact, takes much more to stay true to someone. And that would be a personal challenge to me right? How long can I stand being away from Claire? We'll see. I'm hoping forever, I betting maybe never, I'm guessing probably for awhile and I'm prepared for anything.
Now, this one goes out to friends and the people I meet but never keep up with. I have *very* few friends and *many* people I know. Not a matter of trust, people just cannot keep up with me. Not many anyway. But if you can, then good for you! Feel free to ask for help when needed because if you can tolerate me, you can probably survive my extreme solution.
Of course, that only leaves the question, can you trust me enough to believe it will work? That, is for you to decide and for me to figure out.
6:57 AM
Best viewed using Internet Explorer.
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Saturday, October 4, 2008
Good luck Claire, on your major examinations. Hope you do well! 
(Due to recent complaints : This skin only functions properly on Internet Explorer. Firefox may not load everything correctly, but this depends according to your settings. I can assure you one thing though, Rin's pretty face will load in the correct position regardless of your web browser. Oh aren't you all just relieved to know that?)
In other news:
This is a "Chabbit" drawn by Emma, a rather talented Comics IG member:
I swear the little fellow is so cute!
Now, what is a Chabbit? A Chabbit is a Chinchilla mixed with a Rabbit. It just happened while I was not exactly thinking straight. The first design of a Chabbit looked like a furry Pikachu but as you can see, these newer ones look more unique thanks to Emma's creativity. I really do think these guys could sell if they were made. Imagine Chabbit toys and merchandise and how they'd be popular for Christmas! Oh joy!
Next up, the blog needs a recurring character. Until I get approval for the proper one, here's Billy:
Billy is a fictional 2D character meant to do things and perform acts normally difficult or impossible for human beings and thus, only possible in drawings. Cheers!
9:59 AM
Epic failure.
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Friday, October 3, 2008
I got a cut on my hand today, God only knows from where, but it was a pretty bloody one. I don't know what you guys would say about it but here's a thought. I'm a failure at being emo. Can't even cut my wrist properly! Kidding, of course. But still, makes for a real painful recovery.
(By the way guys I'm trying to build up a portfolio so personalised art will be available. If you want something done just SMS me at +6591905531 or you can ask me on MSN. This can be for anything you think I can draw, if I can get it done, just rate it or tell me what I can improve on. It would really help me get some practice with working with my computer mouse.)
*However, this blogskin is not up for download. I *will not* do a blogskin like it for you/your girlfriend/boyfriend/grandmother/grandfather and/or parents. This is only for Rin. But you may still ask for help regarding how you can do a skin like this for your own blog, I'll be happy to help.
10:21 AM
Body Proportions
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As a general rule of thumb, in Manga art, females are drawn one “head” shorter than males. For the uninitiated, “head” refers to a length of measurement when drawing figures. Typically, guys are 7-8 heads tall, which means in proportion, their head is 1/8th the height of their entire body. In American comics, this is slightly different, males are usually 8-9 heads tall, not much difference, but superheroes are usually 10-12 heads tall, massive, with the exception of people like Spiderman, who isn’t really fantastic anyway. C’mon, he’s a man with spider webs, not as cool as Batman, not as buff as Superman. But this also means that the females are relatively a lot shorter than males. Perhaps being height equivalent to a man’s chest level.
The main point comes in, did you know that most successful relationships, the female and male follow this proportion? (i.e. the male is one head taller than the female) This point is what I’d like to believe is equilibrium in people. As such, in this case, when the proportion is right, there wouldn’t be much of further examination, you’d pass just from physical quality alone, which by the way, is not counting the way you look yet. So what about those people who do not fall into this proportion, for example, girls who are way shorter than their guys or the other way around? Then it comes to more primal instincts. These instincts kick in when the height proportion thing is not correct and thus there is still a chance you might have redeeming qualities to save your sorry soul.
We all know that girls, stereotypical girls anyway, hold family in higher regard than anything else. Examining this, a girl needs to know that her family can be taken care of without worry. The most tangible quality of this is wealth. If a man has enough money to care for her and her family, and perhaps a little extra, that’s a good quality.
Most of us also know that girls are curious, active creatures that require attention and care. Unless you’re a complete jerk, you should have some quality that can keep her interested for a couple of hours. That’s good as well. Also, in addition to money, because it really isn’t everything, displaying “fatherly” qualities would also get you pretty far, with her knowing that she can trust you to nurture her children properly. These are the “primal” instincts a female has when looking for a male.
What about men then? What basic need would they have that could possibly overlook the very laws of nature and the world around them? A good body, if you get what I mean. There enough said, that’s all they’d look for. Shallow isn’t it? That’s life.
9:16 AM
Archives
October 2008
November 2008
a dream for Claire : [2008] is a music/sound project started mid-year. I won't play instruments nor will I record songs. What I do is to work on, improve or to just draft out beats that make your feet tap and your heart sing. (This blog as nothing to do with the project, I just have no other name for it.)
This blog's theme and overall feel is based on the song "Unknown Soldier" by Breaking Benjamin, especially the chorus line, "Show me what its like, to dream in black and white." I like that line cause of its simplicity. "Dream in black and white", not something everyone can do. It is to make everything that is complex seem so simple and easy to understand. And that's what I learn from Claire, to dream in black and white.
