Sometimes...

Thinking at night all alone-- even though the door is open and the hall light still on. I begin to ponder, think about where I stand in this world. It worries me. What if someone I know is (or I'm one) of those people that are always talked about? The suicidal one, or the loner, or the freak, or what about gay, I mean: what one becomes isn't determined until much later. And usually by other people. A scary thought. One's life is to be decided by others. There's something wrong with that thought. Just as it is wrong to think killing is right. Never can it be right. Causing pain is wrong. Yet that is how we teach discipline. Seeing the picture form?

Violence is not the answer. And then again, it is what one reverts to when one's way is not met. Why is that? The scalding flames of greed, burning everything around till all is ash. The ugly grey soot that we are left with, I don't want to see that. For every ember that scatters its hate, more ugliness is spread. And like most powdery substances, ash can explode through the air. The wind obeys out of fear, carrying it from person to person. Now when this happens, what can we do?

It's being spread to everyone. Hate.

What's the cure? To forget about one's own selfish desires and submit to becoming some kind of... pawn? I bet that's the corrupting method. Either way, it's impossible to avoid the inevitable. What becomes of the remnants that won't seem to erode? They never fade. They wander. For eternity. Affecting everything else around it.

Those we spread the dust seem to be the ones spared. Which is why it is... the survival of the fittest.

- Seles

Boredom...

I know, I hardly update. I'm too lazy. Bad me. Well...

School's dull, what can I say-- at least I'm decent enough to play rugby. Though it's the last day anyways. And I'm getting back into true novels, not manga. Pfft. So now... I have what-- three active roleplay sites? More like two. Guy's and my new character: Quinn. I didn't even know what that name meant before choosing it. Turns out: chief; dog/wolf. Quinn likes wolves. They're her friends...

Now what to talk about... I don't bother with pictures. I'm so not in the mood. This is my ramble area. Yeah. See? Anyhow, I'm writing chapter 3 of my fanfic. Want to know the basic theme?

A past setting: the friendship that might've bloomed between Asch and Guy; Pere's significance (despite being a NPC); the hatred Guy held for Duke Fabre; and that's about it. I have a sad ending in mind-- well, bittersweet. It'll be cute, though. Trust me!

Hrm... I escaped narrowly, another grounding. Close... eh. Now the only person I can talk to is basically Aya. Reema only gets on during the weekends =_=; And Kay is like... grounded. Bleh...

- Seles

Ma Famille--

Current mood: Content

A little special blog. Not like a regular rambling session. More like a chart section... whatever!

Parents:
Ellen Ho/Chin (Mother)
Ronny Chin (Father)

Siblings:
Aidan Chin (Brother)

Non-biological family!

Sisters:

Elena Cisneros (Best friend)
Susannah Smith (onee-chan!)
Ayashuke (lawl)
Reema (onee-chan #2! ahaha)
Xanny (imoto-chan!)

Brothers:

None...?

And that's about it... I rather not get into grandparents and cousins and all that stuff. I is... bored.

- Seles

Roxas look-alike--

Current Mood: Awfully chipper!

Our annual dinner, the one where the top 3 MJers split their winnings and pay for a big humongous dinner. It cost $500 and it was damn good Chinese food. Anyways, I brought my DS along just for the heck of it. I kept telling Aidan, "Switch seats with me" but he wouldn't. So I told him to switch with Byron. Thus, we began bashing monsters in Final Fantasy III. My gosh, I must've gained at least three levels in one sitting. Of course, I lost a lot of experience, due to a damn Dragon. It killed me not once, nor twice, but thrice! Well, that's just for the sake of rhyming. I had to restart my game a million times...

Anyways, the Roxas look-alike... Ingus! He's blonde, he has spiky hair, he hardly talks-- what more could point to a twin? I bet Ingus is the original and Roxas the replica... Mwahaha...

Roleplaying is going smoothly. Awaiting Aya-chan's return... (And I think Kay decided to start a site for... Vandesdelca. Or is that Aya? ...I can't tell.) Edit: It's Kay-chan, oh em gee. And Aya-chan commented me, yay! Time to bother Asch, woot~!

I'm too young for men, kyaa~ Too obsessed with anime drawings Guy Cecil. Teehee, can you blame me? Well, that's all I got for now.

- Seles

One day...

Current mood: Restless

One of these days, luck is going to curse me. Lately-- no, all of my life, luck has treated me well. I can't help but have this feeling that it's going to snap and rear its ugly head: without warning. Maybe there will be a divorce in the near future. I'm too listless to care. I live in the present, naive and clueless. It's a simple and immature style, but hey, I'm not getting any wiser by worrying. So thus I write about how careless I can be about the outside world; and even what is right there in front of me.

I have the weirdest imagination. Everyone knows the concept of the afterlife and reincarnation. My crazy mind thought of a RPG-esque reincarnation. Think, that period between the time of your death and your resurrection... what happens? I came up with this:

For every life you manage to live, you get one point! Now, during that period, you can spend the points on just about anything. Personality quirks, talents in life, your parents... lawl. I'm not sure why, but this little "doodle imagination" has slowly morphed into somewhat of a belief. Hey, think like a kid, live like a kid. That's how I'm getting through this life. (I must have maxed out points on super unstrict parents.)

The above paragraph deals with my theory about my luck turning sour.

Now, I'll start writing about the normal things. What's been on my mind is over with. Pretty much. (I typed up my first OOC randomness RP with Reema-chan.) Fine, call it a crack RP if you want. I don't care. It was pretty redundant and repetitive (these synonyms are redundant!) but it was fun. Heck, we are so continuing.

Oh right, I've been... swearing more than usual. I guess it's growing up, but I'm not becoming any more mature by swearing... It's been implanted into my head. I can't stop now. Drat. Oh, look. I didn't say damn. Ah dammit. Yup. That's what happened.

Final Fantasy III is definitely on the higher-end of the difficulty scale. Twice I died due to world map events (who ever heard of those...?) and I died numerous times due to super-leveled bosses. A freaking falconman shocked all of my characters into submission - take that literally if you like.

I finished Tales of the Abyss with nearly 55 hours on the clock. Not bad. Much longer than ToS. Then again, my first run on that game reached 40+ Nowadays, ToS takes 33 hours to finish. (What is with these double digits?) Anyhow, the game left such a lasting impression-- that I've taken to roleplaying one of the MCs. You know it: Guy Cecil. (...is that guy's name Gailardia Gardios or Gailardia Galan...? Galan is the middle name right? Or is Gardios just the house(clan) name and Galan is his last name? Er, too many questions.)

I'm so bored that I'm writing a hella long blog. Amazing, no? Ah, yes. New AIM name. Heck, new net alias if you like. A kiddy one. So that the normal: Seles, has something informal to become: Gai-chu! Yeah, call me Gai-chu... or just Myuu. Haha, too many names that don't relate in any way whatsoever!

Well... just one final thing. Bragging rights, hellz yeah. My brother got the PS3 for Christmas, but I use it to play ToA. Mwahaha --I'm a console hogger. Sue me. No, don't. I have no money. Mommy and Daddy buy everything. I'm so spoiled. I bid you all adieu now~

- Seles