tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70336278016878455102024-03-13T11:58:40.869+07:00Requiem of the SkyOf sending men home from the dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged,
cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-83835870639416003762012-04-04T13:28:00.002+07:002012-04-04T13:28:58.636+07:00ConfessionsProving I am very capable of arranging this thing called Priorities, I am making my first visual during exams-infested month: April!!<br />
It's a good thing I didn't enter ScriptFrenzy.<br />
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Generally, it's a story about amnesia, depression, and starting anew. The story's narration is in first person, mainly consisting of scene jumps to reveal the plot. There are roughly 3 planes the character (Lucas) will appear on, talking with some unknown persons-- the past, present, and his mind. His past will be revealed, although how much depends on your choices. You have 2 general choices in 3 menus. There should be 6 endings: 2 "good", 2 "neutral", and 2 "bad."<br />
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Anyways, I've got the main kinks like main menu worked out, and so far it looks like this:<br />
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<br />Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-23251747480196672002012-03-12T19:42:00.003+07:002012-03-12T19:47:56.963+07:00An Uh Post + HourglassLaugh, because I accidentally posted my passwords for nearly all accounts. I can't seem to find a delete post button so here I am, looking like an idiot.<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
Anyways, I'm going to make this post a bit more than showing off my stupidity. At least not only in one way-- but two! Delicious, there.<br />
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I'm currently swamped with irl stuffs like exams and all kinds of shit that should not exist, but I've got a side-project: Hourglass. It's a kinetic novel about a girl who wants to be who she was. It's far from done, since I'm real bad with Ren'Py, but I'll get on it. It doesn't help that I keep having to redraw because it doesn't fit/doesn't meet my standards.<br />
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So yeah, it'll take a loong time.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-31955256386622590852012-03-07T20:28:00.000+07:002012-03-07T20:28:43.132+07:00Time's Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF4JbJ4ufq89o4LOSYts7jWjZnURNZ9TZ4vhwKPZg7ZSoJbNPYMULDdBBa7KCdstFsYXpxwtPxXg3d4Sf8i7RD6M0_5Ff4zcOWAjn4xe3SZNrYmVAjuycw1YDbkQfqOLp6VgTWULRz3I/s1600/times+boy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF4JbJ4ufq89o4LOSYts7jWjZnURNZ9TZ4vhwKPZg7ZSoJbNPYMULDdBBa7KCdstFsYXpxwtPxXg3d4Sf8i7RD6M0_5Ff4zcOWAjn4xe3SZNrYmVAjuycw1YDbkQfqOLp6VgTWULRz3I/s320/times+boy.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Proxane, or Xane, should really stop getting herself into trouble. It's hard to fish her out. Especially when she got herself a free ticket to a trip around the universe. She should learn to doubt people when they introduced themselves as Timaeus.<br />
Or she should just get off that adrenaline addiction.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-23713737935173776372012-02-26T19:06:00.000+07:002012-02-26T19:06:50.324+07:00InsomniaI've been wanting to start up something for Screnzy. I wanted it to be drug-related, something with darker themes and the characters slowly climbing up, but it was too dark for me to really advance. Well, it wasn't that dark, but I was never a fan of no action drama only.<br />
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So I made them gangs.<br />
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So far I've got the characters down, along with gist of the story. I know that the two leaders are brothers separated, the ending will be shit, and the middle nothing. I have no idea what to put.<br />
Sad, sad.<br />
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But here's the characters. I'm writing only the ones I've got clear ideas of, though.<br />
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<b>Ivan</b><br />
A gifted computer geek, leader of BYE. While he's really good at hacking and computers, Ivan really lacks in the physical department. Raised by his mother-- his father left the house with his brother when he was 7. Currently living in a dorm with a Health Sciences major, Nikolas.<br />
<i>Computer Science</i><br />
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<b>Karl (Soral)</b><br />
Soral knows plenty about hacking from experience, although he is much more social than Ivan. Used to steal. His gifts laid in his strong memory and understanding of music. Soral plays the piano, and is trying to learn violin. Right now he lives with Rael, Leah, and Falk.<br />
<i>Music Management and Merchandising</i><br />
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<b>Claire</b><br />
Anorexic and drug abusing, Claire is a Linguistic-major who somehow got involved with BYE. She is from a wealthy family with wonderful parents but due to circumstances she temporarily cut off connection with the reason, "she needs some alone time."<br />
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<b>Alton</b><br />
While he loves the adrenaline rush in a fight, Alton is actually a Criminology-major. He sort of breaks the law with the street violence, but like someone with a double personality, he's able to keep his image in university. His family is wealthy and personally knows Claire's.<br />
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<b>Rael (Raphael)</b><br />
An orphan and computer programmer who took in Karl, Leah, and Falk due to their abusive parents. He wasn't much older than them, only about 3 years, so he was only able to get them when they were late teens. Not much into abiding the laws-- the teens ran away from the orphanage.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-46129475992158243452012-02-13T20:16:00.000+07:002012-02-13T20:16:25.210+07:00Galang Rambu AnarkiGalang Rambu Anarki<br />
by Iwan Fals<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Galang Rambu Anarki anakku<br />
lahir awal Januari menjelang pemilu<br />
Galang Rambu Anarki dengarlah<br />
terompet tahun baru menyambutmu<br />
Galang Rambu Anarki ingatlah<br />
tangisan pertamamu ditandai bbm<br />
memlambung tinggi<br />
<br />
Maafkan kedua orangtuamu<br />
kalau tak mampu beli susu<br />
bbm naik tinggi<br />
susu tak terbeli<br />
orang pintar tarik subsidi<br />
Anak kami kurang gizi (anak kami)<br />
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Galang Rambu Anarki anakku<br />
cepatlah besar matahariku<br />
menangis yang keras, janganlah ragu<br />
tinjulah congkaknya dunia buah hatiku<br />
doa kami di nadimu<br />
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<em>Galang Rambu Anarki my son</em><br />
<em>Born early January before election</em><br />
<em>Galang Rambu Anarki, hear</em><br />
<em>the new year's trumpet welcoming you</em><br />
<em>Galang Rambu Anarki, remember</em><br />
<em>Your first cry was marked by the rise</em><br />
<em>of gasoline</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>Forgive your parents</em><br />
<em>if they can't buy milk</em><br />
<em>Gasoline is rising</em><br />
<em>Can't buy milk</em><br />
<em>Smart people retract subsidy</em><br />
<em>Our children starve</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
<em>Galang Rambu Anarki my son</em><br />
<em>Grow up fast my sun</em><br />
<em>Cry loudly, don't hesitate</em><br />
<em>Hit the world's cockiness my son,</em><br />
<em>Our prayers in your veins</em><br />
<em><br />
</em><br />
Notes: Galand Rambu Anarki is Iwan Fals's son, who died in quite a tragic fashion while his father was busy with his career. Because of that, he created this song.<br />
Every year the prices rise, and that made the poor people even poorer. They are unable to buy milk, especially during the economic depression that hit Indonesia during the 1998's. Not only the price of milk was high, it was really rare too.<br />
Iwan Fals is well-known due to his people-biased songs, and they often lightly insult the government and corrupt people.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-59780676990799103762012-02-04T18:55:00.000+07:002012-02-04T18:55:32.658+07:00HellofestGuess who got her copy of X-Note?<br />
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I totally had a time fangirling over Yuon.<br />
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If you don't know what X-Note is, I pity you, my dear. It's a visual novel + otome game with Essi, a girl with psychic powers, looking for her mother's identity. The creator is Zeiva inc., and they've created wonderful games, like their newest Train of Afterlife. I highly recommend getting it if you can, but let's just play the demo.<br />
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<a href="http://zeiva.deviantart.com/art/X-note-Demo-200279593">[ Deviantart ]</a><br />
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I'll be over there, fangirling over Yuon.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-82615531247270708112012-01-20T18:18:00.000+07:002012-01-20T18:18:01.378+07:00Berandal Malam di Bangku TerminalBerandal Malam di Bangku Terminal - <i>Night Punk on Terminal Bench</i><br />
by Iwan Fals<br />
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Sebentar lagi pagi kan datang<br />
Waktu sang bulan malas untuk pulang<br />
Dibangku terminal benakmu bertanda<br />
Gelisah seorang merasa terbuang<br />
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Sedetik ingatnya seribu angannya<br />
Dambakan malam terus berbintang<br />
Dibawah sadarnya nasib bercerita<br />
Hangatnya surya bara neraka<br />
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Sampai kapan kau akan bertahan<br />
Dicari langit tak sanggup menjerit<br />
Hitam awan awan pasrah kau jilati<br />
Kusam kau dekap<br />
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Dengan muak kau lelap<br />
Pagi yang hingar dengan sadar engkau gentar<br />
Jangan-jangan pagi kau hadirkan<br />
Biarkan...<br />
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Malam biar terus berjalan<br />
Jangan-jangan mentari kau terbitkan<br />
Jangan-jangan pagi kau datangkan<br />
Kumohon dan aku harapkan<br />
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Jangan-jangan mentari kau terbitkan....<br />
Dengarlah Tuhan<br />
Apa yang dibisikan<br />
Berandal malam di bangku terminal<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><i>Soon the morning will come,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>When the moon feels to lazy to go home,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>On the terminal bench your mind is marked</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>With unease of someone feeling abandoned</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>One second of remembrance a thousand dreams come</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Wishing for night full of stars</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Underneath the knowledge of love's fate</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Heat of the sun burns like hell</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Until when will you keep going</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Looking for the sky, unable to scream</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dark clouds you lick, resigned</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>You embrace dullness</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>With disgust you sleep</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Deafening morning, you know you're scared</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Don't tell me you called the morning</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Let it be</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Let night continue walking</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Don't tell me you made the sun rise</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Don't tell me you made the morning come</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I beg you and I hope</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Don't tell me you made the sun rise</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Can you hear it, God?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>What was whispered by</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>The night punk on terminal bench</i></div>Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-42665123665385715442012-01-19T22:20:00.001+07:002012-01-19T22:20:54.642+07:00SOPA and PIPAWhat. the. hell.<br />
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No words could describe how opposed I am to this bill. And I will go down with this ship-- hard.<br />
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Fruck.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-79410908566195384092012-01-12T20:09:00.002+07:002012-01-12T20:09:43.512+07:00ugh.If you've got an older sibling who's annoying, at least they're not hallucinating, fucking rude ones.<br />
Che.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-22361921192714895072011-12-22T18:16:00.000+07:002011-12-22T18:16:07.609+07:00Indonesian Language-- what the internet doesn't teach youI looked up-- no, I am looking up an Indonesian Language lesson thing, and I noticed something rather curiously funny.<br />
<em>Ya.</em> Yes. (often means no)<br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">- <a href="http://www.seasite.niu.edu/indonesian/percakapan/indonesia7days/indo7days_fs.htm">Seasite</a></span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm not sure what they're shooting at here, but I'm pretty sure I don't say yes to say no. Except when I say, "ya, terima kasih," which literally means <em>yes, thank you </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">but can also mean <em>I know, but I'm not taking it anyway.</em></span><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We're awesome.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><em><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">More on things they don't tell you on those nifty sites, there are the colloq of certain words like "I" and "you". </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><em>I </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">can be Saya (formal), Aku (informal), or Gue (colloq). This doesn't mean that it's disrespectful (well, quite), but you'll certainly look out of place around adults. Mostly teenagers use this, and that's only around their peers, so it's unlikely that anyone will address you as "Loe/Lu" (colloq of You).</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Of course, considering that Indonesians also takes in other languages in the area like Sundanese or Javanese, you'll be meeting lots of words they don't teach you in formal courses. Mbak, Beta, Ndak, etc, etc.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">In other words, you'll probably come back all confused anyway. But don't worry, most of us are pretty understanding, and we like and admire tourists anyway. So forget about that other languages and just enjoy your vacation.</span>Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-12295260589783360672011-12-09T16:42:00.000+07:002011-12-09T16:42:59.327+07:00Time to start workingI went back to NaNoWriMo's site and saw the winner's prizes. I am pleasantly surprised. You know, the 5 copies from Createspace? My first thought: Darn, that's cool!<br />
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So I'm going to start editing my novel. It hasn't been sitting around long enough but I have enough idea where it's bad and how I want to rewrite it. I think I'll be doing it chapter per chapter.<br />
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Looking at NaNo and remembering I won makes me so happy. I need to do this more often. Helps my sanity.<br />
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Speaking of Sanity, I've been watching Let's Play of Amnesia: Dark Descent by Mangaminx. It's actually very scary but exciting. Definitely not playing it.<br />
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S-t out.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-42551279841144236472011-12-01T17:53:00.000+07:002011-12-01T17:53:48.508+07:00An extremist's thoughtsBeing a contradictory human being I am, I've always found that while I hate seeing innocent people being hurt, I have a secretly burning hatred toward humanity. But don't worry, fourteen years and I've never made any sense, so it's safe to disregard me.<br />
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I find humans to be frustrating. Including me. Being around people is enjoyable and awful experience I can't even keep things straight. It's a mixture of "this feels nice" and "what is <em>wrong</em> with you people?" The latter part is screamed when I am around teenagers. Clearly I am a troubled child.<br />
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No, it's actually worse when I'm in my in-the-gutter mood. Not the perverted kind-- the depressing one. I was never suicidal. But I am very critical. Mix that with the current state of the world and voila.<br />
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We're destroying Earth. I hate humans for that. Sometimes I think that the only way to keep us down is to truly oppress us. Total dictatorship, whatever. No one cares about that part. Or maybe you know, cut the problem down its roots. I hope you know what I'm implying.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-64729310283829246012011-11-30T15:39:00.001+07:002011-11-30T15:44:26.470+07:00IbuIbu - <i>Mother</i><br />
by Iwan Fals<i><br />
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Ribuan kilo jalan yang kau tempuh<br />
Lewati rintang untuk aku anakmu<br />
Ibuku sayang masih terus berjalan<br />
Walau tapak kaki penuh darah penuh nanah<br />
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Seperti udara kasih yang engkau berikan<br />
Tak mampu ku membalas...<br />
Ibu ... Ibu...<br />
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Ingin kudekap dan menangis dipangkuanmu<br />
Sampai aku tertidur bagai masa kecil dulu<br />
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Lalu do'a-do'a baluri sekujur tubuhku<br />
Dengan apa membalas ...<br />
Ibu... Ibu...<br />
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<i>Thousands of kilometres that you have passed</i><br />
<i>Uncaring of the obstacles for me, your child</i><br />
<i>My beloved mother kept on walking</i><br />
<i>Even when her feet are covered in blood, covered in pus</i><br />
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</i><br />
<i>Love you have given me feels like fresh breezes in spring</i><br />
<i>There is no way I could repay you,</i><br />
<i>Mother... Mother...</i><br />
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</i><br />
<i>How I want to hold and cry into your lap</i><br />
<i>Until I fall asleep just like back then in my childhood</i><br />
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</i><br />
<i>And then whispers of prayers cover my whole body</i><br />
<i>With what can I repay,</i><br />
<i>Mother... Mother...</i><br />
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*Several changed lyrics for singability-ness.<i><br />
</i>Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-15041289984080302862011-11-27T18:41:00.000+07:002011-11-27T18:41:53.232+07:00It's over. I won.For the first time in my life, I finished a novel, complete in 50,122 words with characters and settings and everything. And I loved them so much I would just try to create a sequel. But I know that's impossible. The story is not made to have a sequel-- everything that defines Artemisia as special has moved on. Aeval knows what powers she holds. Leia is gone.<br />
And unless I try my hand on the story with someone voodooing Artemisia, I doubt I'll write a direct sequel to my little love right here.<br />
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I gave Artemisia a halfway happy ending. I felt that she has grown more as a character-- Aeval is such a roller coaster of happy and sudden bursts of anger I'm not sure how much she had changed. The only apparent changes from her is that she controlled her powers and she accepts that fights are normal. That's all. I need to polish her character development. But not now. I want to talk about Artemisia.<br />
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My baby of this whole book is Artemisia. In the beginning she's mainly manipulative, succeeding nicely in being an ass. Nearing the end she's turned into someone who can actually socialise and shows her real individual. She has a long way to go to, but I have faith that she will get there.<br />
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She gets plenty of emotional moments. Two nearly left me in tears: the time Alton says goodbye, and the time Hikari says goodbye. Alton, Rene, and Mr. Rowell has been a huge part of her life, and when they disappeared, she couldn't even say goodbye, much less hug them for one last time. They simply disappear. She hugged Hikari, whose first time showing up to her is the last ghost she will ever see.<br />
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It's awful. But it was wonderful. I loved it. I will edit the novel, and after that edit it again, and again, and keep it as a lovely memory for the rest of my life. Needless to say, Artemisia will be quite eternal inside my head.<br />
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S-t out, trying not to cry because this is all over.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-76906708617467260602011-11-26T22:13:00.000+07:002011-11-26T22:13:42.623+07:00Day ?$!" oh right, 26.Recovering from typhoid fever and discovering that hey, my story has some more things to write even if what I'm writing right now is filler of two girls making salad! I'm in a good mood.<br />
Favourite part of the casual, Artemisia-is-being-social salad cooking moment is:<br />
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<i> 'I don't get it.'</i><br />
<i> 'Which part?' he says, 'the he's your boyfriend part or why he's your boyfriend part?'</i><br />
<i> 'The why one.' Akihito shrugs.</i><br />
<i> 'Dunno. You talk to someone other than your sex, you're dating.'</i><br />
<i> 'Then are you and Sayumi married? For how long?'</i><br />
<i>Artemisia feels a slight guilt tugging her heart as Sayumi nearly chokes on her tuna, smacks Akihito's back and runs to get a glass of water. She pats the girl's back, who resolves on sitting next to her to continue eating. Akihito's grin splits wide open.</i><br />
<i> 'Now you guys are lesbians!'</i><br />
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Current Word count: 45,633 and counting<i><br />
</i>Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-42794709356819145042011-11-19T10:54:00.002+07:002011-11-19T15:34:55.398+07:00NaNoAngel + Day 19You know, I've almost forgotten. I drew my NaNoAngel sometime in the past, absolutely adore him, so here he goes.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3Jjq0XF7b7clIMu-FePrutnbItyY57MkyfAtF4idDt9-LVImgtcd2zlzNUDuR2rYb0Jix3ruofvxeHs8bjypxDj-lMA_YXazsyklnsPCkbZjDcjR4TZsSwxtqEiVedYQYxycSKJL4-0/s1600/NaNoangel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3Jjq0XF7b7clIMu-FePrutnbItyY57MkyfAtF4idDt9-LVImgtcd2zlzNUDuR2rYb0Jix3ruofvxeHs8bjypxDj-lMA_YXazsyklnsPCkbZjDcjR4TZsSwxtqEiVedYQYxycSKJL4-0/s400/NaNoangel.JPG" width="315" /></a></div>And yep. He's the character that disappears in my story. I adore him, really. He's adorable!<br />
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It's 3 PM and I've got only 15k words left to finish NaNo! Planning to finish at least 3k today, which would be an extra 200 for today, and that feels good. Broke through a block by skipping it straight to my new favourite character: Mark. He's still pining after Artemisia. Poor guy.<br />
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Word count: 35,021 and still counting.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-1380523558243659712011-11-16T18:01:00.000+07:002011-11-16T18:01:10.342+07:00TensesPast or Present? I looked through my old writings and find that there are quite a number of Past tense ones, but the Present dominates them. Not by much, more like 55% and 45%. My opinion, they're both equally nice. But then again, when I read, all tenses fly out of the window.<br />
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I find that I can write just fine in both present and past tense. Sure, there are things that sounds fine in past but not present, but the same thing works other way. Look, I just wrote in present. I'm writing my NaNovel in present, and a Beta reader pointed it out to me. So I'm here.<br />
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Yeah. To me tenses are matter of the writer's style. And I happen to like writing in present. So unless the tense really bothers people, and they keep getting jarred off it, I probably won't change. It's not like I'll publish the stuff.<br />
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I took a look through my folders, and I found a pretty recent oneshot, in September. It was more of those reflective ones, with Luisa having a chat with Arve about life. Apparently I stopped at "he stopped."<br />
Coincidences are strange.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-24762734468115457542011-11-12T15:09:00.001+07:002011-11-12T20:05:06.865+07:00A million thoughts, and oneThere is one thing I want to be. I don't know why. I want to change the world.<br />
But what am I? One girl asking impossible questions, grasping for the explanation why the stars shine bright. I know why. It is so hot it emits heat, spinning at the speed of, who knows, light.<br />
It reminds me of Sherina.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mengapa bintang bersinar,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mengapa air mengalir,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mengapa dunia berputar,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Lihat segalanya lebih dekat dan kau</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Akan mengerti.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do stars shine,<i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do water flow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does the Earth spin,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Look at everything more closely and you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will understand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nostalgias aside, I don't know whether I shall pursue my burning curiosity about the universe, or the more social parts and become someone with a standing, title to change things. I am told I have potential, but anyone who does anything other than what others do are told that.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am told that I have a talent in writing. Surprising, considering that I was afraid of writing years ago. However, I don't believe people telling me my talent is drawing. I learn all of that, it's not a part of me since the beginning. It grows.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Writing is something new to me. I have curiosity, want to learn everything, including this handy little skill that grows big. That is why I try to write. Words flow easier than drawing does, but I shall judge after everything is done. We'll see.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Day 12</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Word Count: 23.074</div>Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-70113402136715196872011-11-11T15:40:00.001+07:002011-11-11T17:36:35.952+07:00Which to choose, which to chooseI'm nearing my 20k mark, and I feel rather impatient with the plot. It's not going fast enough! But if I want to still have something to write to hit 50k, I need to hold it off.<br />
I've been writing only to build the tension. Several things are not resolved, such as Aeval's argument with her father, since her father didn't go home. I plan him to not come home for a week, just to crumble Aeval down.<br />
Artemisia is easy, with the temptations and ghosts.<br />
The longer I write, the more Akihito and Sayumi sounds like a couple. They are, off novel, but this one, no. Maybe their real characters are seeping in.<br />
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The Antagonist is getting a firmer grip of Artemisia, sooner or later she'll have to turn against Aeval. She is, too, getting snagged by some spirits. It's the Final Showdown of Undead beings.<br />
Speaking of which, I've been listening to the song lately.<br />
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OTL I still need to put down some things down the plot, so it might be as long as it needs to be.<br />
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Write Or Die is very useful on squeezing 2k out of me yesterday. Using it today too.<br />
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Word Count: 21,527Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-6831867396892838812011-11-08T22:20:00.002+07:002011-11-08T22:20:33.282+07:00Day 8Word Count: 15,017<br />
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Ahead of things by one day's count. Gonna try to keep it up and hopefully go farther on the weekend.<br />
Night.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-73865985839064318952011-11-07T14:51:00.002+07:002011-11-08T21:03:01.779+07:00Day 6 + 7Who is getting urges to do something else other than your NaNo? I definitely do, but still, my characters are calling and they're turning the story into a more interesting turn that I didn't think of.<br />
Artemisia being "infected" by the mysterious supernatural antagonist? Why didn't I think of that before!<br />
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My characters are cool.<br />
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On the other hand, I want to start a comic, or say, finish my other two novels/stories. They do look fun.<br />
That comic might have to wait until December, where I'll lay off the NaNo for a moment to breathe and give myself a week, or April, where Script Frenzy awaits. Actually, I think I'll be having the National Exams that month.<br />
Curses.<br />
I'll secretly draw anyway.<br />
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Current word count: Day 6 - 10,782 ; Day 7 - 13,352Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-4726523911933003972011-11-04T20:55:00.001+07:002011-11-04T21:24:29.814+07:00Day 4.Today's word count: 7,271 and still counting.<br />
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Cutting tomorrow's word count by 600 words, hopefully meaning I'll be able to get ahead more tomorrow.<br />
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My plot is falling a bit short though. I'm already on point, oh, about 5 out of 12 points, more than halfway, and I'm not even on the fifth of the goal. I'll have to make several points longer, dragging it out a bit. Or add in more details, I could do with more details.<br />
I'll figure it out before I sleep.<br />
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I'm slipping into my characters' jacket easily, but Aeval is not half as innocent as she usually is. I guess your best friend disappearing might dampen the brightest girl's mood.<br />
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S-t out.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-8163329082792164612011-11-03T18:12:00.000+07:002011-11-03T18:12:38.218+07:00PoetsThree poets I can say I love to death: Winnifred Welles, Chairil Anwar and T.S. Eliot.<br />
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Winnifred, well, something about her poems appeals to me. Very much so.<br />
Chairil Anwar writes something I'm in love with.<br />
T.S. Eliot? He's too awesome to describe.<br />
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Look at The Hollow Men. The Waste Land.<br />
<em>I will show you fear in a handful of dust.</em><br />
I'll be damned if I don't fall in love with it immediately.<br />
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S-t out.<br />
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NaNo Status: on the way writing daily word count.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-57534099046979007152011-11-02T18:51:00.000+07:002011-11-02T18:51:00.273+07:00November woes and excitementMany things are scary and exciting and all in one, and NaNoWriMo is one of them.<br />
I'm writing like I have no life, which sadly I have. Words might get stuck at times, but it flows much smoother. Ah, the magic of November.<br />
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I've forgotten to attach my story I wrote on the PC on my e-mail, so I'm stuck unsure of exactly how much words I wrote yesterday. Somewhere around the 600's, I believe. I just add 600 to my current word count.<br />
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I really hope I won't fall behind. November is potentially an exam-month, leaving me no time to type thousands of words. Don't disappoint me, November!<br />
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S-t out.Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7033627801687845510.post-73097694606660640382011-10-30T20:12:00.000+07:002011-10-30T20:16:24.255+07:00More ideasI've been keeping a notebook of story ideas, even if it's unlike that I'll write it.<br />
Right now I like several of them, although my old Camp NaNo and another new one stands out.<br />
"Giving Life a Second Chance" has its plot slightly altered, nothing too noticeable, other than a clearer plot and change in characters. Keith becomes an Achromat later.<br />
The other one, well, involves some of my oldest characters. Hikari! Except genderbent and not Japanese-name sounding.<br />
<b>A Wild Goose Chase</b><br />
<b> </b>Luther Timesworth was dead. Alton Nicholls was a family friend, Luther's arch nemesis and hired private detective. As reluctant as he was, he was intrigued.<br />
With physical evidence that spoke nothing, theories going nowhere, Alton might have to rethink and maybe, things didn't go the way they thought it did.<br />
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A murder mystery, ha! I love those. A Wild Goose Chase and Giving Life a Second Chance has been going back and forth, but they have to wait some more because November's 2 days away.<br />
Anybody else ready to explode?Saai-tsukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09455034441927746489noreply@blogger.com0