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• 03. New Year's Resolutions

  Jan 3, 2009

  Stop procrastinating. It's the same resolution I have every year but nothing ever changes. I'm at least going to put some effort into it next week; I need to catch up on my studies (something I've been meaning to do for the past two months) before class resumes.

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• 02. My FavoUrite Tales Scene

  Sep 3, 2008

  My favourite Tales scene stems from Tales of Symphonia. Obviously, if you haven't played the game, this may be considered a spoiler.

  To reiterate, my favourite Tales scene is the betrayal of Zelos in Tales of Symphonia. I'm the kind of person that follows a guide when playing RPGs (specifically, the official strategy guide) so this took me by surprise. The boss I was expecting to fight was called "Gatekeeper" (because that's what the guide had displayed) but instead I had to fight Zelos. It wasn't until later that I found out that the Flanoir meeting with Kratos is what initiated this chain of events.

  That scene and the following boss battle will always be remembered.

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• 01. The Wild and the Innocent

  Aug 11, 2008

  This is a repost of one of my older blog entries. Well, it's not too old (less than a week), but it wasn't composed exclusively for this site. When I posted it on WWYS, problems started occuring afterwards. Two days after posting my entry, all site activity from the day before mysteriously disappeared. My blog entry and the first comment on remained, but all the comments made afterwards did (including my responses). Of course, it could all be a mere coincidence. But life doesn't work for me like that.

  I'm posting it for lulz. I omitted many personal details about myself because I'm not willing to disclose the whole truth.

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  I'm pathetic. Really, I am. How far would you go to meet a girl? I'm not talking about any girl, I'm talking about THE girl. Well, maybe not THE girl, but someone you would like to have a deep, meaningful relationship with.

  Time for the story. Two months ago, I met a girl. Well, I didn't really "meet her". We were attending the same event (I'm not going to get into specifics) and I made some small talk with her. That's about it. I placed her in the back of my mind until someone brought her up again. You know how friends are like, right? They always encourage something: whether it be drugs, smoking, pre-marital sex, or copying the floppy. I gave into peer-pressure. Forgive me, my Lord. =P Anyway, she moved up to the mid-level of my mind. The front is reserved for video games and women. But wait, isn't she a woman? The women in the front of my mind aren't the ones I want to go out with .... in public. ;) Well, going out with them in public would certainly earn me some respect from my fellow men.

  Back on topic. My next opportunity to meet her was a picnic last two Saturdays ago. It was a private affair, so only a certain group of people were allowed to go. Of course, I was in that group. That's how I met her in the first place. Anyway, I dragged along two friends with me. Fate is a cruel mistress. Much to my surprise, she wasn't there. She was the main reason I attended the picnic (the second was to socialize). But the picnic was not a total waste of time. However, I'm not going to divulge into those details (can't reveal too much about myself!)

  There's another event two one weekend from now. Will I meet her there? Probably. Pretty much everyone in the exclusive group will be there.

  Even if I did meet her, I doubt I would've picked up the courage to have a real conversation with her. I'm no stranger to flirting with girls, but this is different. I blame my friend for making me think about her.

  Granted, this isn't the most embarrassing thing I done in order to meet a lady. I once held two parties, one after the other, in order to mingle with the girl. She was supposed to attend the first one, but never did. The next day, she apologized and said that she wasn't busy tonight. I told her it was a "two-part" party with the second part being held that same evening. She attended that one, but I could not muster up the courage to speak to her. That relationship went no where. I'm a hopeless romantic.

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