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Theme song for 第8号当铺, the awsum series I'm watching now. Then comes along Google translate with the lyrics!

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Black Compact ( "第八号当铺" theme song)
词:jay chan 演唱:杜德伟黯淡的招牌我低头迎面而来街上的灵魂全部可以买卖愚蠢的以为什么自己最爱那些欲望我静静的主宰对魔鬼乞讨虚荣的骄傲黑色的契约像月光下的暗潮Woh Words: jay chan Song: Alex bleak signs I bow oncoming street can buy and sell the soul of all the stupid to why their favorite master of those desires I silently begging for the devil's pride vanity black undercurrent under the contract, like the moonlight Woh
我冰冷地抚摸着你的悲哀Woh~ I am cold caress of your sorrow Woh ~
只是交换没有爱漆黑的窗外说不出的阴霾墙上的影子单纯已经不在脸上的表情残酷没有期待狂风掠过我跟你谁才腐败对魔鬼乞讨虚荣的骄傲黑色的契约像月光下的暗潮Woh Exchange without love is just a dark shadow on the wall outside the window the shadow of unspeakable longer a simple expression of his face did not look forward to the cruel wind swept before I tell you who is begging the devil of corruption on the vanity of the proud black deeds of the undercurrent, like moonlight Woh
我冰冷地抚摸着你的悲哀Woh~ I am cold caress of your sorrow Woh ~
只是交换没有爱放弃继续都一样谁主宰谁会快乐谁会受伤全部将结束在这个地方手枪在尊严里慢慢上膛孤寂是我最后的印象Woh But the exchange did not let go of love are the same who will be happy who is dominated by all who were injured will end in this place of dignity slowly loaded pistol is my last impression of loneliness Woh
我冰冷地抚摸着你的悲哀Woh~ I am cold caress of your sorrow Woh ~
NoNo 只是交换没有爱Woh~ NoNo is exchanged without love Woh ~
你冰冷地凝视着我的悲哀Woh~ You have to stare at me cold and the sorrow Woh ~
只是交换没有爱 But the exchange did not love

' dart says:
testa does not appear in the embryo!
SO THERE
ha
Wesley says:
who cares
' dart says:
THE BIO TEACHERS
ha
Wesley says:
the stamen doesnt either
' dart says:
who cares
Wesley says:
THE BIO TEACHERS
ha
' dart says:
the pedicle doesnt either
Wesley says:
this is getting no where
' dart says:
I KNOW RIGHT
LAAAAAAWL
adh is secreted by the
Wesley says:
LONDON SMOG KILLED 4000 PEOPLE
PENIS
' dart says:
pituitary gland!
YAY
Wesley says:
WRONG
IT'S POSTERIOR PITUITARY GLAND
HUR HUR HUR
like your posterior?
' dart says:
PENIS
Wesley says:
AHAHAHAHA
' dart says:
wait that's testosterone
ADH
Wesley says:
._.
' dart says:
IS SECRETED BY THE PITUITARY GLAND
IN YOUR BRAIN WORMS
Wesley says:
THE PENIS DOES NOT SECRETE TESTOSTERONE DAMMIT
' dart says:
technically speaking
NO IT DOENS'T
HA I WIN
Wesley says:
._.
yea it doesnt
it's the testa

Hail Life!

For today the greatest embodiment of Life was born!

He who showed me my world, taught me my world, gave me my world. He who meant my world!

Hence Hail!

For today, my Life was born!

We wonder why it is that when people refer to the past, they always draw reference to the back, or what is behind one.

One can say it is because one walks forward, and what is past is what is behind, but one does not account for he who walks backwards! He who looks not at the goal, but at the past or present, and walks from there.

One can say it is because one looks forth to what comes next, but can one really see the future with as much clarity as one sees a wall inches away from one's face? Does one really turn one's back on the past, completely immersed in the future?

O, what a chore it is! To have to both regret the past, and worry about the future!

' dart. says:
check this out!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Frog_vivisection.jpg
Wei Xuan says:
oh fuck
that is uber disgusting disturbing
!!!!!!!!!!!!
O.O
O.O
O.O
O.O
O>o
DAMNNEUUUU
but its sort of cute actually
O.O
' dart. says:
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Hello all! Immah back. For no apparent reason either.

Okay, these few days've been boring much. Went to school, did nothing at all, came back home, finished everything I would've done in school if I actually paid attention to the teacher(s). Whups.

Reminder to self: Get a copy of Dante's Inferno after EOYs.

Now, the lot of you might be wondering something along the lines of thus:

HUR WAI AR J00 ONLAIN J00 IZ SAPOSD TO B OFF WH4T I5 WR0NG W1TH J00 J00 5UCK5 1 4M 1337

Hence my answer to such a logical, sensible question is something of the lines of: Purpose! I abstain, but for what purpose? We do what we do, but for what purpose? Purpose, purpose, purpose.

Thou saith: To concentrate on studies! Can I not concentrate on studies and play at the same time? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, after all. As much as one makes use of his day, one must also not neglect his night.

Thou saith: To prove to yourself that you are strong-willed! If I am strong-willed, do I not know already? And is this strong-will applicable to subjects devoid of purpose, or would it, in such a case, be transformed into blind fervour? And then again, prove to myself for what purpose?

Thou saith: To show them your restraint! For what purpose? If they understand me, I need not show any restraint for they know me for who I am. If they do not understand me, nor seek to try, then show is meaningless. Why prove oneself to society if one already knows one's constituents?

Hence I gladly declare, I cast away this heedless purpose, lest I be accused of motive.

Rather, I shall make time for both, that I won't go overboard on either side. What joy! WHAT JOY. *launches Dark Crusade* You'd think I spent the past few days of abstinence trying to justify the breaking out of my abstinence. BUT YOU'RE WRONG.

Here are a few sentences to 咀嚼 on!


What one can describe in a portrait, one should not waste a thousand words painting.

Is capacity for insanity prerequisite for pursuit of deviant knowledge?

P.S. I celebrate my first lucid dream since my Reformation. :D

Awake!

Awake, thou happy sleeper; thus his inner voice ranted. But alas! his sleep was too happy.

Awake!

Look outside, lest ye miss thy mark! And he did.

For when he opened his eyes he saw before him none of his memory. And the wanderer sulked for a minute, and then he said to himself thus: “What harm is there in walking? Before stupidity became a fashion, were they not used to walking?” And so he walked.

And along his way he pranced and preached, “Hail he who hurries! How he misses no wave!” And upon distancing himself from the start by a mile, he came across a young woman, or the young woman came across him, for she was the prettiest thing for distances; her hair smooth as silk, hanging from her head like a curtain, eyes piercing, nose sharp, skin as fine as that of a baby. Yes, she was the prettiest thing for distances, and he very well knew.

As Lilith she approached the wanderer, and thus she said: “Hello stranger, you look worthy of contentment! You who have no worries, you who have no restrictions. You are a free spirit; a spirit without societal morals. You who follow not, but lead! Take me to your home, that I may bestow upon thee the pleasure and gratification of a hundred, and that I may enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

And the wanderer said unto her, “Begone, wretch! For you, albeit perfect in appearance, promise the world but deliver nothing! You who promotes infidelity, bah! Begone! What have I to gain from thy company? You tempt beggars with shiny coins, only that they may realize that they are not of gold. You succubus, you harbinger of Temptation, it is your master who tricked me from my Eden! Hence begone!”

Thus he bade farewell to Temptation, and he continued to traverse a distance, and he came upon a young man. He was dashing in appearance; blonde hair and bright face, his sleek appearance seemed to strike at every person who walked by, and his pale blue eyes seemed deluded and lost in the clouds, yet clear as drinking water.

As a Narcissus he caught the wanderer by the eye, and thus he said: “Ave, stranger! What charm, that you may stare at me, and that I may stare back! Surely, you are aware of your circumstance; surely for that, you feel content! Upon a pedestal the gods have placed me; an Adonis! For as I am, beautiful and knowledgeable, I am proud, and thus do I welcome you to join me at the apex of the world.”

And the wanderer said unto him, “Insult! that I may be compared to thee. You who preach self-glorification and contempt, you who place your gifts unto an unreachable platform to be untouched by all. Your Pride is unparalleled! You Satan, you Lucifer! Burn you will, for your Pride. I say not that it is ill-placed, but I say unto you, pride should never transcend into arrogance; the former is justified, the latter unforgivable. Be discontent, that you may strive towards contentment. Thus start on your Pride, you must!”

Hence the wanderer left Pride thinking, before he went on his way. He shook his head in disappointment, that these encounters sapped his energy so. And then, in front there materialized a figure, and just when the wanderer felt despair, there came the figure’s voice.

And it said: “Fear not, for I am your Self. I am your Simple Will, and with me you will walk.”

And thus they walked, and although not a word was said, the two worlds intertwined and mixed, for fascinating worlds they were, so much so that they could not be constrained in the mind.

Here! The wanderer could see his destination in the distance. Then, his Simple Will said thus: “Carry me wherever you go, into the abysmal depths of knowledge and inquiry, by the pestiferous influences of society, that you may not lose thyself in the myriad of immorality. ‘Twas you who called me, ‘twas you who found me, now you must use me, your Will to Power, that your goals be fulfilled.”

And here the wanderer came steps away from his destination, and he hugged the mysterious figure and bade it goodbye, for he knew he had found his own Simple Will. Thus he continued walking from that day forth, but it felt different now, for he no longer walked as society, but he walked as himself. And he was so tired upon entering his abode that he immediately retired to his bed, lest another encounter look for him at his doorstep, and he be too tired to answer.


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Okay, as y'all can tell, I am going to shut down my computer for two, three weeks. For thus I say no to temptation and contempt, and START MUGGING FOR EOY. Mhmm. I won't be online AT ALL!

So yes, goodbye all! May fungus not grow on my motherboard while I am away!

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.