什么战歌？

因为本身缺技术，只好弃子变魔术。

丢了车，少了象，不顾后防往前上。

客观上是占下风，主观看是攻若疯。

就算攻势是幻影，疯狂冒险太过瘾！

就算弈棋亏给你，义气远远胜过你！

男人不怕输子数，只怕失败于魔术！

Cloudy

Who's there, who's it?

Nay, nay, whom is it?

Irritating part of me,

Breathing down my neck again,

As long as he lives, I'm not free,

Why not kill him? I won't let you

I would sooner, but he's here,

I am here, always beside you

Thinking in your head, walking in your shoes, feeding on your thoughts, feasting on your blues.

Go on, get angry, cave in to your madness.

Or are you the sort instead to spiral into sadness?

Depression, obsession, maniacal regression,

Any of that extra passion, I will feed off it-

I'll never twice let you in my head, nor be a part of me,

If I've to use a knife to get you out, so a knife it thus will be.

Then there was another presence, living in my mind,

But that existence that saved me is a tale for another time.

Relook

When dawn breaks we shall meet each other once again,

After what had seemed like long eternity,

The face which I had never hoped to see

Bringing memories of once-forgotten pain,

Relived just momently.

Seeing with my eyes the first time looking out for traps and tricksters

Plowing through the words that seem to dance around on endless pages

Racing through past present future thinking of what sadistic creature

Forces others to consider riddles of a tedious nature

What do you think can come of old-school rote learning?

Understanding is unfairly put aside in favour of blind computation

Out of which we can't but glean nothing

Save for peace of mind and solace in ourselves without comprehension.

Why subscribe to fantasy?

Why indeed fall in love with fiction?
Helps with naught but going mad,
Shows the folly we have lived,
Calling to mind something sad,
Nothing but a pointless gift.
Would we not but be awake,
Thinking, living, breathing souls?
Have we gone back to the lake
Filled with memories, ancient ghouls?


But truth be told, why fiction? and why those of our choosing?
Do you really think watching tragedies unfold fulfill our soul? or witnessing murder grant us happiness?

The potential.
The possibility of happiness.
Unadulterated joy.
A window where we watch across worlds, the wanton indulgence in witnessing fantasies animate.
Partially reflective, baring our heart to our eyes alone.
A personal exposure. Seeing what moves us, what truly echoes in our depths.
Do we see ourselves in those dancing motes?
Do we wonder for what we could have done in that delusion?
Do we want to see those fake entities revel in delight?

Why?
For fantasy itself.
For fantasy, too enjoys watching us.

物語は永遠に続く。 The story goes on forever,
か細い指を一頁目に戻すように As if returning a thin finger back to the first page,
あるいは二巻目を手に取るように。 As if putting a hand to the second volume,
その読み手が、現実を拒み続けるかぎり。So long as the reader continues to deny reality.

永久機関 - 少女帝国 Queen's Glass Game.

Sparkle

Chatoyant epidote.
Spessartine chrysoprase chalcedony,
Azurite lazulite kyanite,
Celestine nephrite.
Hauyne rubellite, almandine pyrope, kornerupine demantoid euclase.
Moldavite prase.
Aquamarine heliodor, goshenite peridot,
Cassiterite zircon prehnite.

~Opal spinel.

Solitary World

Gnarled black trees, soft white snow,
Frozen leaves on jagged boughs.
Red lights throb in synchrony,
On and off, bleeding light.
Chill winds sprint, rocks take flight,
Frigid winter symphony.
World left in its dying throes,
No one sees, no one knows.

Rusted chains, shattered glass,
Cold gales sing a gloomy mass.
Sharp dark cracks through slate-grey walls,
Eating stone, growing old.
Spiralled dust, circling mold,
Silent voids of crumbling halls.
Time defies the craftman's hand,
Dying building, deadened land.

Blinding dark, lantern light,
Candle piercing solid night.
Glimmers brighter than the sun,
Forest cold, abyss chill.
Stained glass shards, ever still,
Echoes of the past, now none.
Sleeping machines roar to life,
End of death, start of strife.

Turn of mind, phantom chime,
Things of all unearthly rhyme.
Twisted marvels brooding glum,
Clockwork tick, brasswork tock.
Broken jail, key and lock,
Naught heard save atonal hum.
Fearless Death takes final rest,
Dulce et decorum est.

Once time

Crimson, marigold, pale rose pink
Cobalt, nephrite, ultramarine.
Luminescence rippling over sound-soaked air.
Light rains on floating flowers, parasols twirling in a gaudy dance .
Sapphire, ochre, emerald green,
Fragments of rainbow falling from afar.
Such a sight, a feast of colours, palette of flowers.
-- Thoughts waft in vaguely.
Puce, mint, lavender, sienna.
-- Eyes drawn to cool sharp midnight steel.
-- Temptation. Copper shells waiting to be illuminated.
-- Look back down on crowded terraces.
Vibrancy. Life. Fire. Cheer.
More blooms of flames, stabbing the night.
Still the hand. Steel the finger -
-- A carnelian blossom joins the shining flowers.

Window

Sinister strings marching madly
Ascension arriving charging crazily
Science's saviour lazily late
Troubled time thousand's ticking
Winding winds dotted dashes
Blinding brasses languid lashes

Ah what a magnificent mushroom cloud, curtain of fire oft seen in dreams.
Obsession craze mania into waking
Desires blooming into reality over lunch
Glass box ticking, clicking, singing
Don't worry about dreams over the snow
Fear not the reaper, deathly and old,
Await the waltz of endless gold.

Chess psychology.

Last round, paired in a hopeless matchup, fighting for honour. What to do, how to think?

Red (apparently strong person) vs Black (me.)

1. E3+5

What? Xiang opening? I don't know how to play this! Hm... He's probably faced zhong pao and fei xiang with this opening many times. Is this defensive or counteraggressive or... let's wait and see.

1. ...P7+1
2. P7+1

Gah. He's waiting too. Well, what to do. I don't know how to use fan3 gong1 ma3, but I bet he doesn't play against that very often either. Charge!

2. ...C8=6
3. H8+7

It worked! He thought a while longer than before! Surprise! Now, to be honest, I can't quite remember the next few moves in order, but here is a plausible (?) sequence:

3. ...H8+7
4. H2+3 H2+3
5. H7+6 R9=8
6. R1=2 R8+6
7. C8=7 C2+5
8. P7+1

Shoot. Beginner's trap. Should've played E3+5 or E7+5 (I think the former is better), probably. Hm. Well... we've nothing to lose this round, so.

8. ...P3+1

I accept! *serious face* Hopefully he's jolted.

9. C7+5 C2=7
10. C7=3 C6+5

*starts grinning manically* (At this point, I don't care if the sacrifice is horrible. It's his turn, and I refuse to think about the position, giving him the problem instead. This is a good way of turning blunders into sacrifices... if you're lucky.

11. C2-1 R1+2
12. C3-1 R1=4

I have a lead in development... if only because all my remaining seeds are developed.

13. H6+5 R4+6
14. R2=3 C7=5

killkillkillkillkillkill... (hoping this berserking makes him uncomfortable.)

15. H5-4

Ah. Drat. This is irritating. *continues grinning, starts giggling* (hopefully he doesn't notice I'm in trouble)

15. ...R8+2
16. H4-5 C6-4
17. R3+2 R8-5
18. C3+1 R8-1
19. C3-1 R8=5

Red is in the interesting situation of being a piece up, but all his pieces are disorganised and out of the game.

20. R3-1 C6+5

Deny all trades. AGGRO. Nothing short of a mad attack will save me now.

21. R9+2 R5+4

killkillKILLKILLkillKILLKILL...

22. C3=2 R5=4
23. C2=5 R-=5
24. C5=2 R5=4

An amazing repetition draw of one chase one threat, helped by tactics. If A(4/6)+5, C6-1 for some sudden pin and threat, or a fei jiang-assisted kill if either piece moves.

Dreaming again.

This time, there is no light.
No shapes.
No colour.

The world is but a blank canvas. A void to be filled with thought, laughter or tears, things or actions, words or sounds.
But there are none.
Nothing exists, nor ever will, as nothing begets nothing. How true the principles of causation.

Will this dream end?
Or will there be a continuation?

It shall be a rather long sleep this time...

When?

So when will it end?
So when?
When will we meet, my friend, so when?

~Strangers.

Eleison.

Tests drawing nearer,
Stress going higher,
Notes looking thicker,
Life getting harder,
Why? Why should we go through this difficult phase?

To the seven chapters of stats: Rock you.
To everything else: I surrender, I learn, I obey. Eleison.

Invisible.

Invisible objects slip unseen through crowds,
Never noticed, never given though to.
Visuals deceive our overworked eyes,
Ignorant of anything unexpected or odd.
Sight is the most useful and overworked sense,
Instantly rejecting alternate realities.
Blinking through the world, unaffected by change,
Like an unseen malaise of death,
Ever creeping, never sleeping.
...The most obvious things are the hardest to see.

Yellow.

A bright, cheerful colour. The colour of my school "house" for the past 11 years. Associated with victory, vibrancy, passion and activity in my mind.
A diseased, jaundiced colour. The colour of white food gone bad, aged paper, wasting skin, bile and rotting, infested things.
A sunny, positive colour. The colour of daffodils, sunflowers, a bright summer's day, fireworks and happy, lovely light.
A sinister, overbearing colour. The colour of forced smiles, psychedelic maniacs, and yellow teeth locked in grins.

Invincible.

Would it be fun to be untouchable?

Nobody to prove you wrong, knock you off the hill, shake up your world view.
Nothing to be decried, to demonstrate the contrary, error-check your thoughts.
Never will you experience such utter confidence, the notion of perfection, beating Chance at dice. A pantheon of impossible feats, the failure to fail, the lack of an anathema. True invincibility: No kryptonite against you, no Achilles' heel.

What price this present?

As you shall have joy, so shall you possess fear. Paranoia, the fear of failing, someday, when it hits, you will be shattered into misfitting fragments, unable to rise again. The phoenix eternally consigned to remaining as ashes.

As you shall know confidence, so shall you forget caution. Wariness unexercised, your downfall obvious to all but the oblivious, you will not see the fruit of the seeds long sown until it smashes your soul. The great colossus, crumbling to dust, too slow to comprehend its loss.

And as you will be blessed, so will you see the curse. The snake beneath the flower; too late the poison shows past the beauty.

Losing is a better fate than winning.

______

I can't think of a title for this one. A post with several parts.

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PW WR is mostly doomed, yet full of hope; blackest despair, brightest optimism. The main charge is over; lick wounds, recuperate, reinvigorate.
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Sorry.
For what I have done.
Or not done.
Or what could have been done.
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The beginning of the end; marked by a tempest of paper strewn across floorboards, files inverted like the tents of an invading army, panic setting in like blood drying on steel.
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Study. Read. Imbibe in the nectar of knowledge, feast on the bones of ideas, sleep on the silk of wisdom.

What is it like, to think with the gods?

Intensity.

Defined as power over area. Energy*velocity/volume.

Also known as (homework+revision)/time, with the transfinite constant Project Work removed from the equation. With it in, intensity tends to infinity.

Sorrow.

I am sorrowful.
Who am I really?
A reflection of the world around me?
Ordinarily, that would not be a bad thing. Although it does get tiring to have no personality.
I wander the streets, feeding off and intensifying the emotions around me. Content, feelings, personalities, all processed and re-emitted in better shape than ever.

But there is no me. There is only you, people of this world, living unbound lives, feeling true emotion, creating original works. I am nothing, a fleeting shadow of what is, what could have been, what will be. Look into the mirror; an image with objectivity, weaknesses and defects, strengths and minor perfections, all shining back.

Is that what I am?
A mere image of the true world?
Not a person, but the shadow of many?
Have no substance, yet echoes personality?

I am a reflection.
And you would do best to avoid me, lest I steal your soul.

_____ funtime!

Almost halfway through the month, and I'm only halfway through posting. Yeesh.

Omitting key ____ in an argument can lead to _____ in readers. Especially when leaving out ______ information, _______ to the argument's foundation. However, one's ______ of the actual meaning of the _____ can usually be ______ close to the truth.

This is the basis for cloze ______. Contextual _____ and content-related hints ____ the reader to guess and _____ meaning on their own.

This is also _____ tricky to pull off. Adjectives and adverbs can _____ be removed, as this ______ indicates. However, when nouns, verbs and other key lexemes are omitted, a problem arises. For example, ____ sentence cannot ______ be ____ without ______ to the previous _______ for _____, ______ and ______.

...This is pointless fun. And quite difficult to write, too.

The only real reason for this post is that the ____ key needs some use.

Hello.

This is just a friendly hello.

Note that schoolwork is reaching a crescendo of fury and mass. Soon I'll be buried alive in the backlog of tutorials, revision and PW.

So, might as well say hello while I still can.