Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The nine sons of Dijun


The sons of Dijun were known to be nine suns...

Shun from the rest of the world by their mother, Hexi, they are confined at their residence of a giant yew tree rooted in the depths of the sea for the greatest part of their life. Each day, at the first cry of the crow, Hexi would watch as one of her sons board a golden carriage drawn by eight stallions of fire coached by two henchmen take off. All day, she will watch attentively the path of light her son leaves across the length of the sky, until eventually, when he has traveled a full cycle, the carriage brings him back, diving into the waves of the ocean and leaving behind a mortal world now shrouded in the darkness of night.

Thus came one night, when Hexi was fast asleep, the youngest of the nine voiced his miseries as a prisoner of their very parents, being allowed out of the yew tree only once in nine days and even then, only under the watchful eye of their mother. It was then proposed that all nine should escape that night at once, to have a bit of a fun in the sky they so longed to fly and conquer with their own wings.

Suddenly, the peaceful slumber of the mortal world was driven out by a light like no other, an intense heat and agitation like no other. People jumped out of their beds to hastly seal doors, curtains, anything that would keep out the light--only to find out it is better to become simply blinded rather than to be baked alive. Out of options, they tied shades around their eyes, and walked out their houses to discover plants--including their precious crops--withering before their very eyes; their wells were quickly becoming dry, and even nearby streams and rivers were evaporating into nothing, leaving behind stranded fish twitching in place.

Already Dijun had received the news, and has dispatched one of his most trusted warrior-deities, Houyi, to distract and possibly scare his sons into returning to their dwelling at the yew tree. Houyi, armed with a bow of heavy gold and nine golden arrows, descended into the mortal world.

He was greeted by a dying crowd: the leader, an elderly woman barely able to support herself on her cane, opened her mouth to plead assistance, but no sound came out of her dry throat. Houyi then looked up, and what greeted his eyes better than the sight of nine golden orbs of light, shooting around in the sky and having the time of their life? Greatly saddened, he drew his first arrow and shot just as Dijun had ordered, attempting to shock the sons back into the protection of the sea--but lo! Was that arrow ignored like a mere fly?!

Finally losing her balance, the elder had collapsed to the ground...

And thus Houyi decided to place the lives of people above the orders of Dijun, drawing a second arrow and aiming, this time, straight at one of the nine--
And thus the brother plunged, leaving a burning trail of fire in the sky, marking the trail of his fall... He was a golden crow.

The remaining eight suns shot into a panic, zooming around in a now even greater frenzy but still refusing to go anywhere near the surface of the sea. Clenching his teeth in dread and despair, Houyi shot his seven remaining arrows, one by one.

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Dijun's punishment, at the loss of eight sons, was to banish Houyi and his wife, Change, down to the mortal world that they so loved to live the remainder of their life as humans, ordinary farmers. Change, however, did not wish to submit herself to this lowly life and eventually became the Lone Lady of the Moon, joining the Rabbit there. But that, perhaps, would be another tale for another time.

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Animated Paint BBS, three hours.
See animation here.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

ANIMAL PORN



Now that I got your attention, here is what you have been waiting for. Well the second pic isn't really porn but it did shock several innocent teddy bears on aisle 5. If you look closely, the last white bear on the top shelf has a clear expression of "WTF?" on his face.

...I don't really know what to say except watch this! Vero already saw it so no need to watch again :P

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE



BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:55:35 PM): Man, I have NO clue what/who to do for the poetry imitation thing...=____=
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:55:50 PM): me too
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:56:03 PM): My god...please let them strike.
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:56:10 PM): I REALLY, REALLY need them to.
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:56:27 PM): ahahaha...
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:56:34 PM): no
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:56:34 PM): o_o
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:56:45 PM): Why?
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:56:47 PM): O_O
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:56:52 PM): How could you say such a thing??
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:57:00 PM): cause it's sooooooooo annoying to get to school that way
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:57:06 PM): What?
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:57:07 PM): O_o
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:57:18 PM): You DON'T go to school if they strike, moron.
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:57:27 PM): NO...
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:57:27 PM): How are you going to get there? Walk?
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:57:36 PM): bicycle..AHAHA!!
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:57:41 PM): Look.
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:58:29 PM): It's pointless to go anyway. Today my Spanish teacher took a headcount asking how many people would come to school if there is a strike, and around five people raised their hands, three of whom did it for flattery.
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:58:48 PM): really?
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:58:58 PM): Yes, no duh?
LeChatNOIRetMoi (7:59:05 PM): O_O
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (7:59:50 PM): And all cars entering Manhattan must have four passengers, meaning people like Hyo cannot come to school either because she's below-number, and they have no one to carpool with since no one in the Bronx lives around her.
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:00:10 PM): So she can't come even if she wants to.
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:00:12 PM): *cough cough*
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:00:49 PM): Yeah...so even if you go to school when there is a strike, what's the point if there's three people in every class?
LeChatNOIRetMoi (8:01:06 PM): well yeah, i guess..
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:01:32 PM): And for me...my only alternative would be walking. I am NOT getting up at four in the morning to walk to school on time.
LeChatNOIRetMoi (8:01:42 PM): Ahahaaha..
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:02:13 PM): Plus I don't even know how to get from my house to whatever bridge by foot.
LeChatNOIRetMoi (8:02:22 PM): me neither
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:02:41 PM): Exactly. Therefore, strike = no school.
BOOTLEGBATTERIES (8:02:48 PM): So let us pray for strike.

On a totally different note: Jing is feeling this sudden urge to play bass. Any bass. It doesn't even have to be electric. T__T


Update: Taken from the school website.
Oh my gwad. I will now rock back and forth in my chair and cry over my damned poetry homework.

Sunday, December 11, 2005

I LIIIVE~




<--err...oh right..a picture...>>;;

this weekend was so horrible for me~
first of all, I had been sick, and then my computer died, and now everything on my computer is GONE [but at least it works now, oh beloved computer <3]

realitystained (2:39:54 PM): and yesterday~ in the morning, I woke up with this extreme severe pain in my right side
realitystained (2:40:09 PM): and I had been sick the days before too, so I was already weak from that
realitystained (2:40:20 PM): it was REALLY bad
rora kun (2:40:25 PM): omg T___T
realitystained (2:40:30 PM): and I was getting up and breathing heavily and stuff
realitystained (2:40:36 PM): when I realized I was fainting
rora kun (2:41:06 PM): @_@;
realitystained (2:41:08 PM): and I knew I couldnt faint in my room, because, no one would know, so I got out of my room and I went to my mom in her room, except, I was half fainting
realitystained (2:41:17 PM): so like I everything was getting blurry and dark
realitystained (2:41:37 PM): and my mom said my skin was completely pale white and so were my lips
realitystained (2:41:43 PM): and my eyes were wierd too
rora kun (2:42:01 PM): omg, so scary ~
realitystained (2:42:18 PM): but then my sister gave me some water, so I didnt completely faint, I really thought I was dying before she gave me the water though because everything was fading away
realitystained (2:42:44 PM): so then I was lying in bed, still with the severe pain, and then the ambulance people came and took me to the hospital~
rora kun (2:43:07 PM): omg, that sounds so scary ;__;
rora kun (2:43:13 PM): are you okay now?
realitystained (2:43:15 PM): it was T-T
realitystained (2:43:17 PM): I'm ok~~
realitystained (2:43:27 PM): it was an "ovarian cyst" O_o;;
rora kun (2:43:33 PM): what the O_o
realitystained (2:43:49 PM): something in my ovary ruptured and burst or something
realitystained (2:44:00 PM): they said its sort of common, and it happens sometimes x_X;
rora kun (2:45:01 PM): >.<;
realitystained (2:45:39 PM): what a horrible weekend
rora kun (2:45:56 PM): do you need to go back and make sure its okay?
realitystained (2:46:57 PM): hmm I guess~ I have to tell my doctor about it and they'll decide if its ok, it could happen again though....x_X;
rora kun (2:47:27 PM): @_@;;
realitystained (2:50:38 PM): I've been really weak and tired~
realitystained (2:50:49 PM): I get tired really quickly and need to sleep
realitystained (2:51:08 PM): and it still feels wierd on my side, because it's still healing
rora kun (2:51:19 PM): O_o;; can you go to school tomorrow?
realitystained (2:51:27 PM): maybe O_o;
realitystained (2:51:38 PM): I dont know~ I'll see in the morning
rora kun (2:51:39 PM): get lots of rest today o_o

It was so scary~ x_X;;

Friday, December 09, 2005

... what?




Today, when rora woke up, she looked outside her window. "Oh my! There's so much snow." she thought to herself. "And it is still snowing, perchance there is no school today." But nuuuu, she was wrong. It was pretty and all. But when you look down, you see the slush and smush. I can't walk in that stuff. What the hell, man. You need like super-not-rora balance to walk through that stuff.
But it's really pretty when you ignore the stuff on the ground. The snow was light, big and fluffy. :3
I like it when there's a nice layer of fluffy snow on tree branches. I also like looking at the moon through tree branches. Tree branches are cool.

So rora was braindead today. The braindead rora somehow made it to fishytown to eat at some Kitchen of XO with the olioliburger. Ordered something like poo, some icey mochi tempy thing and some stringy noodley stuff along with yummy fried buns. I want juice. ;_;

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Sunday, December 04, 2005

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PR-ness... (personal record, for you non-trackies)


First meet of the season today, and Jing is already learning that the corruption in the team under Ms. Z's captainship is getting just a little... unbearable.

Due to complex reasons earlier in the morning (i.e. walking into the subway station and realizing only then that she brought neither Metrocard nor money; weekend train delays, and more train delays; plus the snow was annoying because no sidewalks or ANYTHING has been cleared yet that early in the AM hours), Jing arrived at the Armory only in time to miss her supposed event, the 1000m. But that was okay, because it'd have been her first time running such a distance and she has no problem waiting until the end of the girls' half of the day to do a 4x800m. After some scheming, this was her relay team:
  1. Ms. Z. herself, who already ran in the 1000m.
  2. Some soph girl, who came straight from the 1500m about half an hour prior to the relay.
  3. Another junior, who so happens to be friends with Ms. Z. but (genuinely, not fake-ly) friendlier to Jing, I guess due to common-Asian-ness. She also just ran the 1500m.
  4. Jingu, running anchor because she's the only one who's still fresh.
So you could see what was basically in for us: three of us already ran, two of them still coughing and hacking from the usual after-race fit, and one Jing nervous as heck because everyone is counting on her being fast. (Ms. Z.: AND YOU, JING, I EXPECT YOU TO PR, BLAHBLAHBLAH--) And PR I did, even though our team as a whole came out expectedly bad. I was litterally bouncing up and down after I heard I'd beat my shameful freshman-year reccord by twelve seconds (from coach's timing). So the entire team was giving me congrats and whatnot, and well, I guess I was happy and satisfied that the season is starting out so nicely.

But what was outrageous was what happened while I was away in the bathroom, all bent-over-the-toilet and panting over my own after-race and trying to drow that vomity-feel. As soon as I came back I was told, by Ms. Z. herself, that she has been recalculating/splitting my time taken by an assistant of coach, and I PR-ed not by 12, but only 3 seconds; coach's time was declared inacurate.

Disappointed, I thought, well, that's okay; this is why we have until February to improve. But what's pissing me off my royal arse now is that when they posted up the times on the Yahoo Group thing just now, I see my time has gained yet AGAIN: now I have PR-ed by a mere one second, and the split says instead that Ms. Z.'s had been faster than "mine" by another mere second.

Now, children, what is wrong with this picture here? Ms. Z. is one of the people who know how badly Jing has always wanted to beat her freshie 800m time, since soph year was a horrible year and Jing didn't improve any. She is also one of the few who knows Jing's EXACT freshie-year record, because that had also been a 4x800m relay in which Jing beat her time by one second. It would have been a little too harsh to tell me to my face that, "Oops, you didn't PR afterall!", so instead I get this bullshit of playing around with one second in the times. Accuse me of being assumptious and somewhat bitter/resentful over Ms. Z.'s move in taking advantage of Mr. Cheng's incoming-sophomore-ness and making him her pet, but the last thing I saw before I ran down to the bathroom AND before I dressed and left the armory was her heavily involved in conversation with said coach's assistant and holding/comparing the notes upon which MY times/splits were taken. I doubt coach even knows about this; or even if he does, he is the type to admit his own mistakes when it comes to working a watch--regardless of whether he really did make those mistakes.

Yes, there is "deep feud" involved here; Ms. Z. has always sort of been Jing's long-term "rival" in this trackie business. We both joined Outdoor freshie year, yadda yadda yadda, but she has always been half a step ahead of me--in cross country as well as in the track events we both run. But I do not resent her for being better than me: in fact, she is sort of my pacer in that sense--I do better and challenge myself in a good way trying to keep up with her. We both (or at least I) know for a fact that it'd take another long while and even harder training for me to catch up to the same pace as her, even though I come to practice more and run my ass off harder. Even in the world outside track--god, she was even half a step ahead of me in getting a hold on Mr. Cheng, as I seemed to have said earlier.

So, Jing's analysis on Ms. Z.'s problem: common Stuy-nerd syndrome -- unable-ness to accept being beaten, fear of being caught up to, desire that those who started off below her STAY below her. Yes, through our years so far, I am her closest match and her biggest threat in terms of those. She has developed a general dislike of me (although obviously not open) and doesn't quite fancy the idea of me becoming captain one of these junior days. I guess she let out a sigh of relief when it became obvious that this past cross-country season had been a disaster for me, as I was out for pulling a muscle during the only meet I ran and thus have no times to show off to coach. Happy-happy jumpy-jumpy, she became captain for Indoor. Now, if I'm hoping to make it to captainship BEFORE senior year, my only good shot is to do well this season, Indoor. Of course, Ms. Z. also realizes this too well... I should not say more.

In case anyone is wondering why Jing cannot prove her 12-second PR through official PSAL timing, it's because since it's a 4x800m relay and the PSAL staff are lazy, they take only your entire team's total time and don't bother to do splits of individual runners. Whoo...

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Duck, duck... eat?


I think some of us developed an odd obssession with food.
Is it just me or has it been on mind pretty much all the time? Every minute I think about some good food. "What is good to eat?" "What can I make right now that would taste yummy?" It's crazy, it's taken over my life. (Gluttony...?)
The sad thing is that very often, after I eat something, I usually don't feel as satisfied as I thought I would. And sometimes, I get disgusted that I'm thinking about food and eating so often. Many things that I thought would taste good, doesn't.

But on a lighter note, I like that Korean place. I ♥ fried squid~
We should create a list of places with good food. I'll start by adding "That Little Korean Place Around Magic Castle In Flushing". :D