It’s a pun, alright! It’s the only thing I can do now that I’m sick. Or should I say, stick?
…No, wait, that doesn’t even make sense.
Anyways, remember the good ol’ days of YTV before I discovered good ol’ 4kids’s horrible dub of One Piece and back when everything sucked? Well, everything still sucks now, but at least anime wasn’t as entertaining as good ol’ bad YTV cartoons. Yes, everything sucks. But that’s to be expected when all you’ve done all day was (instead of doing any homework or even writing any posts besides this one) lie around in bed with your throat burning, your head on fire, and your eyes blinded from fatigue and exhaustion. And also from wearing glasses again after a year without. Thank God I’m not you, but I’m suffering from everything you’re suffering too: including this extreme inclination to suddenly write a bad post.
Yeah. Sorry for all these sick posts. Y’know, if CERTAIN PEOPLE responded to my request for them to BLOG FOR O-NEW, you would not have to suffer through this trite tripe! Instead, you would have to suffer through other trite tripe. Also: were you ever wondering about why you feel cold when you have a fever? Well, turns out that a fever is completely different from hyperthermia, and even more different from hypothermia. Hyperthermia is when your body temperature is greater (say, at 38 degrees) than your thermoregulatory set-point, which is completely normal at 37 degrees Celsius. Fever is when your body temperature is less (say, at 38 degrees) than your thermoregulatory set-point, which is COMPLETELY ABNORMAL at 39 degrees Celsius. It doesn’t matter what your absolute temperature is; your temperature relative to your thermoregulatory set-point causes you to feel warm or cold. So, when you have a fever, your thermoregulatory set-point rises to above normal, and you feel cold because your body temperature is lower than your new thermoregulatory set-point. When your body temperature rises to match your new thermoregulatory set-point, you feel warm again. #themoreyouknow
C’mon, I’ve got a 39.7 degree (Celsius! NOT FAHRENHEIT!) fever, you should be proud of me for coming up with even a lame pun like that.
So I’ve got the most splitting headache, have been lying in bed for the past eighteen hours, and I accidentally ingested Advil because I thought I had a fever when really I’ve got a viral infection. I wish O-New were a viral infection; then everybody would read our posts. On the other hand, everybody, everywhere will laugh at the QUALITY of our posts forever and ever and ever ._.
Anyways, note to self: when you have a viral infection, DO NOT SWALLOW ADVIL (nor anvils) because it will make you feel the most nauseous since you were forced to sit in a bus seat with your backpack suffocating yourself because of your carsickness. I never sit down on the bus. B(
In conclusion, I finally realized that what I dream about is always influenced by my outside environment. Is it freezing? Then I dream of standing in the dark outside the central public library while all the streetlights broke and some rabid werewolf chases me up into a military-grade cargo elevator that leads up into the main library when a really cute girl walks by and then I realize that I’m naked. Am I excessively sweating from excessive amounts of Tylenol? Then I dream of excessively sweating from excessive amounts of Tylenol. Except, no, I don’t dream, I stay awake sweating for an hour
P.S. Getting a doctor’s note for missing my French and Science project presentations costs $15 because it’s not covered by the Medical Services Plan. When I grow up, I want to be a doctor’s-note-writer. If I write one every 5 minutes, I’ll earn like, $180 an hour.
P.P.S. This post is too shot, so have a video of my hand.
Welp, I think I’ll be staying in bed suffering from sickness for the duration of tomorrow. So there’s no post.
BUT WAIT! We’ve got a SURPRISE waiting just for you!! And no, it’s not that O-New will have lost 50% of its new subscribers due to the declining quality of posts; it’s EVEN BETTER!!! Stay tuned…
Walking to school at dawn of Winter day,
The bright pale sun gives frozen hands no aid,
Hands in my pockets, keeping cold at bay,
The green grass lays covered by the white snow’s shade.
Rubbing my eye, the sky lets out a sigh,
For one can’t see if one’s completely blind.
That’s who I was, a dense and shallow guy.
Not learning true knowledge; just the tasks assigned.
Walking back home while underneath Spring rains,
A burst, a pang; in pain’s my heart and brain.
When suddenly words appear in a quatrain,
Not one, not two, but five! With its refrain:
What use is this, the constant homework’s grind?
The endless waiting ’till the end, July?
Using this time, to keep students confined?
The leaves fall down swiftly from an Autumn sky.
Yet, nothing can be done, to great dismay,
It fell upon me; a fiery grenade:
Go with the flow, and you won’t move astray,
A final conclusion, and my mind was made.
And now, only this poem still remains…
Sorry guys with all the inactivity lately. I’m really bummed out from doing the Winter Season Previews, and with that International Baccalaureate entrance exam /and/ Chinese final exam today, I’ve got like two headaches and can think about as straight as a circle. Furthermore, I probably won’t have time to make posts tomorrow and the day after because it’s Chinese New Year; basically, I’m stressed out. Apparently, I also have low blood pressure and suffer from frequent spells of orthostatic hypotension. Huh, who knew (hint: not me).
So this is a pretty subdued post. I’ve no anime to watch and no manga to read; and even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to make a coherent post. Thus, it’s time for another episode of stupideas; but this time, without all those enthusiastic caps. I don’t have enough energy to press that shift button. Really. I make these capital letters by copying and pasting them from Wikipedia.
The main character of ‘reverse tsundere’ (yes, that’s the anime’s title, and yes, it’s not supposed to be capitalized) is, as you would expect, a tsundere. However, he’s male. He’s also ugly as hell. And nobody likes him, because nobody ever talks to him, and so nobody knows about his dere side, so everybody only sees him being tsuntsun. Which is annoying. And he’s also ugly.
One day, a transfer student comes in. She’s ugly too, and she has no personality whatsoever. Basically, it’s your average J.C. Staff anime but genderswapped and with ugly people. The transfer student is completely normal, except for her ugliness, which is a bit more ugly than normal. In fact, she’s the most ordinary person ever. After a while, nobody notices her either, because she’s so normal. The transfer student never speaks to the reverse tsundere, but secretly, she’s actually INDIFFERENT ABOUT HIM! And guess what?! The reverse tsundere is also INDIFFERENT ABOUT HER! AMAZING! WOW I broke my promise of not using caps sorry
After five years, they graduate from high school and go into separate universities. Then they get normal jobs and start earning money. The girl moves away to Canada, while the boy stays in Japan. The boy gets a wife and the girl gets a husband, and eventually they grow old. Finally, they die.
P.S. Even my site stats are telling me that my recent posts suck. I got half the number of views yesterday as I got in any day last week. My top searches were ‘anyways’ with three searches, ‘hess hitler’ also with three searches, and ‘anatomy manga girl’ with two searches.
tl;dr: I’ll finish writing my Mouretsu Pirates post and Steins;Gate posts later… (probably next week)
…the fuck? The cover’s now full-blown porn, the translations are awful (‘when a new girl sticks to Kyousuke like white on rice…’), and the narration sounds like some fat twelve-year-old weeaboo. It took me until the end of the chapter to realize that that was Kuroneko’s thoughts, but this made me realize that she’s exactly like a fat twelve-year-old weeaboo, but trapped in the body of a loli.
So, I’m just going to use this post to talk about my life, which is like several thousand times more interesting.
I hit a low point in my life when houraiguy’s recently published post turned out to be INCOMPLETE! This was wholly because of my incompetence as a dictator, and I apologize profusely for the embarrassment it may have caused. It was truly a disastrous fiasco that has put O-New’s entire reputation to shame. Now, nobody shall treat O-New as a proper blog anymore after such a failure.
And then in NaNoWriMo, turns out I’m writing more like (or should I say, less than) a thousand words a day (although it’s really more like 1.5k words for two days and doing nothing the third). I guess I could back out the easy way and say that I’ve written far more than 50k words every month on my blog, every month (this is untrue, it’s more like 20-30k), but that’s the lame way to do it.
Instead, I’ll continue at this pace of a thousand words a day, and probably finish in mid-December. Really, I should’ve just written fifteen short stories and stuck them together, but instead, I’m writing a large story that’s still really just fifteen short stories stuck together. Next NaNoWriMo, I’ll probably continue with this novel, but write them story-by-story, as right now, I’m writing them section-by-section, and thus, the stories don’t properly flow.
tl;dr: lazy, no time for posts
My grandmother is dead.
This will be a serious post.
Tajima is this GUY and BEAUTY SEKI is this other FAT GIRL and Akina is HEADBUTTED IN HER HEAD and then PUNCHED in the EYE and EYEBALL FALLING OUT and DEATH
Post-post edit since some people are complaining that this post was too long and I like torturing people (no, not really). I’ll keep it short since I’m typing on Dvorak at 10 words a minute ._. Because Buyuden is BOXING, I am taking Taekwondo lessons so I don’t get beat up as often, and took my orange belt test (I’m still a white belt right now) two hours after I published this post. That’s a good thing but several things made me feel not as good.
All my classmates took their yellow belt (one above white belt in my school) exam, and everyone else taking the orange belt exam was about 6 years old. There was one kid whose head was larger than his shoulders’ width… but the most catastrophic part was when my leg cramped up in the middle. That leg has /never/ cramped before – my feet cramp a lot (so much that now I DON’T EVEN NOTICE IT)…
And finally while limping home, I walk into a spider-web. The spider’s probably still on me…
This post is actually going to be more of a post about cyberbullying and how it affects people rather than cyberboxing and wait, what’s cyberboxing
Oh, the irony, of reality.
Constitutes its paucity; cursed brevity.
Sit down and brood; bang, five hours elasped,
’cause the world keeps,
turnin’ round and round and round…
Gathering strength, ’till it reaches a hegemony that’s uncontainable.
Suppressing rage, ’till it reaches a fury almost uncontrollable; and then what?
I don’t know what to do, dimensional time, it just flew.
Nonchalant, celestia still rigaudon,
as the Earth moves on and on…
As a mime, tangled in gross imagination,
can you see, hear, feel this disqualification?
Even if we all gazed into the ground,
time goes passing,
the Sun goes up and down…
Life is short, but Death is shorter at the end.
Introduce, while still remembering an append.
Nature changes, but time vamooses down.
As the days pass,
they go on and on and on…
I tread all down, leave all my life’s belongings, memories, all disorganized.
I try to speak, I have no mouth but must scream out how everything’s all a lie,
or at least a mistake; why people, are all so dull?
All the pain, all the thoughts incapable,
of expressing out and out…
Oh the irony, of society.
Industrialization ends in inefficiency.
Communications malfunction fast,
and the years,
they still go past and past…
Rationale purged, marked as refuse, and dumped away.
Savagery pervades the crook’d community.
Still, I ponder – self: ‘What is all this for’?
though we’ll ‘advance’ more and more…
Our fate’s end is naught but a menace of foreboding stature.
Sweep clean our slated past; embark on exploratory future.
Seek fame, wealth, influence, or at least profitability.
Have you found meaning, or in languish, waiting to be set free?
Oh, the irony, of our mentality.
Congruent logic, but no hint of sanity.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alone,
But the digits, time still,
adds up and up…
Indifferent to whims, the seasons cycle on.
Sadness spreads rapidly; suddenly it’s gone.
So, let us rejoice – the Earth is still here.
For the world spins,
round and round…
Well, I suppose it isn’t Winter yet (begins on the twenty-somethingth, if I recall correctly), but it definitely is the end of Fall.
I guess here’s when I post when I don’t have time to make a post >_>;;
The end of November also means the end of NaNoWriMo – the novel writing competition/exercise in hardcore masochism, where you write a 50k word novel in 30 days. I tried it last year, failed pretty bad, and wanted to do it this year but TIME GODDAMMIT TIME WHERE IS MY TIME SAKUYA TIME DAMMIT TIME
Anyone else tried it? Apparently it’s quite the trendin’ topic on twitter, but I haven’t checked that for fifteen minutes so it’s probably not trending anymore.
Next, I FINALLY HAVE A MAC A MAC HAHAHAHAHAHA A MAC A MAC A MAC A MAC
The purpose of obtaining a Mac has not, and will never be(en) revealed. I DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE A MAC IN REAL LIFE THOUGH orz
As some of you (yes you, cricket sitting in the second row, third seat to the l-…oh, you’re just a figment of my imagination? Dayum.) may have noticed, we’re (at this point ‘I’ would be a more appropriate pronoun) quite behind on our post-a-day schedule. Five posts missed, in fact. Reflecting back, it really wasn’t a smart idea doing this; now that I’ve done this for so many days in a row, it seems unworthwhile to quit right here, right now. Thus, I will continue TIME GODDAMMIT TIME
WHERE’S MY TIME IT’S GONE TIME GIVE ME BACK MY TIME TIME AND TIME AGAIN MY TIME IT LEAVES ONE MORE TIME OH WHY THIS TIME OF MINE A MIME HAS MORE TIME THAN THINE, I CHIME IN ON A LIME, CLIMBING GRIMY SLIMY DIMES, OH MY RHYMES DON’T RHYME WITH TIME, I’M QUITE SUBLIME LIME SUB LIME SUBMARINE TIME TIME TIME
IS THIS A FILLER I DON’T KNOW TIME TIME TIME
In other news TIME TIME TIME I STILL HAVEN’T DONE ANY OF THE TWO COMPOSITIONS I NEED TO FINISH IN NOVEMBER TIME TIME TIME
WHERE’S MY TIME YOU RHYMING BAGS OF CRIME
DID IT GO TO SCHOOL CAUSE IT’S COOL? WELL WOOL’S COOLER THAN A COOLER CAN OF COOL’S IN A COOLER
GRAAAAAAH BLOCKQUOTES THEY WASTE MY TIME THAT’S WHERE MY TIME GOES BLOCKQUOTES BLOCKQUOTE MY TIME INTO BLOCKQUOTES
THAT’S IT GOODBYE
(Hrmm, I don’t think I’ve ever written a ‘Beginning of Winter’ or something like that post before :V We must love beginnings instead of end TIME TIME TIME)
OH AND YOU GUYS SHOULD READ TIME EVEN THOUGH I DON’T READ THE NEW YORK TIMES
“…Kaguya. Your computer’s dead.”
Yeah, this post has little to do with the title, as really, my head is quite intact (and the bleeding has stopped!! ;).
Anyways, recently (on Sunday), both our (my family) 10-year old already-broken-down-like-fifty-times computer broke down (it’s stuck in an infinite recursive cycle of startups now), and our 2-year old really-new how-could-this-break computer broke down – right after I hit ‘Publish’ on the Kaminomi post. Phew.
Anywho, that means I’m using an even crappier computer to type on now, have none of my data (however – everything I have is saved onto dropbox, just too lazy to unpack), none of my passwords (unless I extract them, which takes half an hour which was what I did to get onto WordPress), and really, none of anything.
So, you won’t be seeing any posts from me for a while, nor any forum posts (not that I’ve went on any forums recently), comments (not that I went to google reader recently), and tweets (…well, I suppose I have tweeted recently).
Also, the stupidly stupid thing was that right as I got my password for Chess.com, I timed out on one of my games. I clicked on the game, it even SAID ‘<1 minute left', I clicked 'Submit Move', and then…
OOPS. THIS GAME HAS ALREADY ENDED.
ALL MY LOST GAMES (with the exception of one) IN THAT TOURNAMENT WERE LOST BECAUSE I RAN OUT OF TIME BECAUSE THE BUS WAS TOO FUCKING SLOW WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY HWY HWY WHY HWY YWH HYW HIGHWAY
(that also means all I'm gonna do for the next little while is read manga (can't watch anime though, because stupidly slow d/l speeds, and can't compose either because of no software). Oh, all my school data is sorta gone too. OH WELL)