tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69419467898999042552024-03-06T04:52:40.123+02:00Twilight UtopiaMorgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-23821912214577848492016-08-14T20:52:00.000+03:002016-08-14T20:52:27.242+03:00The Japanese particle no (の) in titles of songs, movies etc.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">Every
time you google the Japanese particle </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ja-JP">の
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get the same results. The possessive aspects of it are pretty well
explained. But it bugs me that no one points out its other use, which
is to show the title of piece of art, whether it's a movie or a song.</span></span></span></div>
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two song titles:</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">1000</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ja-JP">の言葉
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ja-JP">子猫のパやパや</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">If
you were to translate these using the conventional way, it would make
no sense.</span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of
1000 words"</span></span></div>
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<span lang="en-US"><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"The
payapaya of the kitten"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">When
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used in a title without a subject, it doesn't show possession. Think
of it as an artistic way of naming things. So, the correct
translations of these songs would be:</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">1000
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">Payapaya
the kitten</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">I
don't think there will ever be a direct translation of the meaning of
this particular use of </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="ja-JP">の</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="en-US">,
but I hope this helps someone understand a song title better. Wish
someone told me this when I was starting out :)</span></span></span></div>
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Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-51005537182429878232016-05-17T12:24:00.001+03:002016-05-17T12:24:57.881+03:00Things that only Japanese/ Chinese learners will understand Sometimes the absurdity of the situation is too much not to laugh. I was thinking casually the other day, how many times a kanji mnemonic started with:<br />
A woman was sitting on a stool.. <br />
奴(やつ, guy)<br />
Also...<br />
致す (いたす) means to do<br />
倒す(たおす), however, means to overthrow.<br />
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If your leader tells you to do something, it usually means to overthrow the enemy.<br />
Furthermore, who can forget the classic elephant / phenomenon 象 that once you add a person in there becomes a statue. 像<br />
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I'm sure that if all learners got together we could produce a bible of jokes inspired by the sheer absurdity of the Japanese language.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Peter Heppner's voice can easily be recognised. He was one of the duo that comprised "Wolfsheim", a German synthpop band. They made some pretty awesome tracks before going into a hiatus after this album. I keep coming back to this album so it's definitely on my top ten.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Now the last part of this blog is going to be dedicated to vaporwave. Vaporwave is a fad that rose to "popularity" in the 2010s. Its main theme is 80s/ 90s consumerism appeal and aesthetics. Any kid of the 90s can tune in on this. While vaporwave includes other sub-genres, I mostly enjoy the chillwave aspects of it, and of course the 90s aesthetics , e.g. George Costanza and venetian blinds. Drinking coke and playing Sega Mega Drive in the sunset, the young and the restless, baywatch are all vaporwave-friendly . I made a playlist of half an hour that captures the mood and feel of what vaporwave stands for, at least to me. Enjoy!</span></span></div>
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Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-51403707224612181262015-11-21T00:29:00.002+02:002015-11-21T01:17:54.441+02:00Music compendium Vol.1: Sting<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I got the idea some time ago to put some of my favorite artists here for archival purposes. I'll also add a little bit of info explaining why and how I came to like their music and other trivia.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> This is probably too personal-taste-ey for anyone else to care. However stay if you like music and are open to suggestions, huehehe.These are in no particular order and just off the top of my head. I'll probably add more as time goes by and if I'm not feeling overly lazy. ;0</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When I was a little kid (<a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/im-twelve-years-old-and-what-is-this">I am eleven and what is this?</a>) I used to watch TV all day long, especially MTV and that one other music channel that we had in Greece at the time. (Before MTV switched to a reality-based channel) So during that time they played Sting's "Desert Rose" video a lot, and it was etched onto my mind, up to this day. Everytime I think of Sting I think of him as he was in that video. Additionally, I used to play Tekken tag tournament a lot (understatement of the century) and Bryan was one of my favorite characters. Now, as we all know, Sting wears sleeveless vests a lot. He is kind of a sporty looking guy. So because it was around the same time, when I watch the "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWeXsHjNFwo">after the rain has fallen</a>" video he reminds me a bit of Bryan from tekken, but I digress. He is at the moment one of my favorite artists. My favorite tracks are too many but I'll put a few of them here . I adore the fact that he can create music in seemingly any genre, from new jack swing to eastern music and kick ass while doing so. I LOVE artists that bring the west and the east together musically, and you'll see me speak of this junction again later in this series of posts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"No women,no kids. That's the rules."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>A classic. Imitated by many, second to none. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>The definitive Sting video.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The cinematography of the 90s and early 00s is mind-numbingly beautiful. They simply don't make music videos like that anymore. Or movies or music for that matter. It was a better world, a more innocent world for me anyways. <i> </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">End of part one! Stay tuned for more.</span></span>Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-2880141134438555982015-06-09T01:00:00.001+03:002015-06-24T19:48:52.283+03:00Intelligence, and its narrowly defined spectrum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think about intelligence? Einstein, his theory of relativity, maybe a person who won a Nobel prize in literature?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">People's views on intelligence are very narrow. When asked who the smartest person who ever lived would be, most people would say Albert Einstein, or something along those lines. Newton, Euclid or whoever. The people I mentioned helped humanity and progressed civilisation in an unprecedented way, yes. But..that's a very narrow sense of identifying intelligence to me. There seems to be the convention of : Intelligence is always related to academia, people who always read books and wear glasses. Sure, that's ONE aspect of intelligence. What about other aspects of it? Like dancing. Or being funny. A musician . Why do most people use the word "intelligent" when books are involved?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">The people that are most associated with being smart, scientists and numberphiles are one of the many aspects of the human intellect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">When a girl who was being fidgety at school and couldn't keep still for a moment was sent to the principle's office, he could have sent her to the school psychiatrist and have her labeled "a typical case of ADD" or , having an educated guess, could tell her mother to enroll her to a dance school, because she was born a dancer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">How many geniuses have we never seen at work because of wrong circumstances? That little girl who would have probably be told to "calm down" is now probably on Broadway, making millions of people happy with her natural gift. A physical intelligence, but one nonetheless.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">The human definition of genius is so narrow that it's no wonder so few actually qualify for it, even if the word is thrown about so often these days. Like a plant that requires a very specific altitude and climate to fully grow, the human mind is also very susceptible to the era and climate it was born and brought up in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">The most famous people who have been called a genius have been called so because they were geniuses in a very specific way , in a very specific system. It is therefore very hard to meet those criteria when they are so finely tuned .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">After all, you have to be IN the system, to be called that by someone. But to me the smartest person alive is probably someone in a remote place in a country like Moldova , who has never felt the urge to fit in any sort of label of intelligence that was very narrowly defined by others.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">I think that true genius is undefinable by a title. It takes very specific talents to be a unanimously called genius in a world of very specific needs. True genius does not adhere to rules .</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">True genius adheres more to the idea of Punk than any other ideology out there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">The idea of being outside of the system.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">Yes, Einstein changed the world, and Mozart and all those people did . But they didn't mean to. They just happened to be born in a specific socioeconomic environment and finely tuned by predetermined factors to become who they would eventually become.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">The fact that they were so influential was due to them being in a system while also changing it in terms of going further than anyone ever before them did.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">To me human intelligence has so many more ways of expressing itself other than academia. Just like the word artist can be used to describe a comedian, intelligence should be broadened and used in a multutude of other fields. It can come in many forms, as many as the human talents available in the palette.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;">It can come in the form of socially accepted criteria, and be universally identified as such, but it can also flourish without the need to be acknowledged by anyone. A flower in a basement flourishes just like a flower in front of the most widely visited baroque garden in Europe. It doesn't care, it doesn't need to be acknowledged by anyone. But it blooms all the same.</span></div>
Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-6211860751676825722015-01-25T00:42:00.000+02:002015-05-16T01:01:05.257+03:00Determinism rambling<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
don't believe in the same things I used to believe in ten years ago. I
won't necessarily have the same opinions a year or two from now.
These thoughts felt much smoother while I was lying in bed
thinking wether or not I should get up and start writing this entry
on my laptop.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">People's opinions have flaws in them. But it's their current opinion. Seeing
the flaws in someone else makes me realize we all have flaws in our
perception of the world around us.</span></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But
having an opinion is something we have to do wether we like it or
not. They say sky's the limit, and technically it is, but the reality
of it is quite different.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> For example, there is nothing stoping me
right now from downloading the complete works of Descartes and
downing them in one go. I won't ever do that though, because I don't
want to. There is nothing stopping anyone from giving their heart and
soul for the next decade by studying trout fishing or fabric
processing automation in the 1800s industrial evolution era Britain.
But they won't do that . Most of them won't. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The
best way I can prove my point is to paint the following picture with
words :</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
are a train that's going through life riding pre-determined railroad
tracks. You didn't choose your parents, your education, your
inclinations , the country and economy you were born in. The era ,
your genes and sex. You had no say in your appearance or what your
favorite food is. All of those things were predetermined for you.
This may sound a bit dark but the truth is, knowing that is
liberating. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Knowing
your own limits , more of what you want in life is quite soothing.
Why did I start writing this blog entry? I don't know. I know that
I did start writing it though.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All
I'm trying to say is that even though you play a small part in a big
world, the possibilities of which aren't quite endless, it's not a
depressing thought at all. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span>
</div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You
work with what you have, and all what you have is your mind . You
are the conscious witness of your life. How people think they have
free will is astounding. You didn't create the thoughts in your mind,
you merely expressed them. But your knowing that you have no say in
what creates your thoughts is liberating. You know that the thoughts
are going to rise and fall in your mind, well let them do just that.
You can watch from a third person view as the ebb and flow of the
mind is unfolding.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Knowing
the thoughts are pre-determined by factors that are not up to you
allows you to choose more wisely from the multiple threads of thought
that arise in your mind at any given moment.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In
Japanese, there is an expression that means "To notice".
<span lang="en-US">(Ki ga tsuku)</span> <span lang="en-US">Translated</span>
literally, it means to attach your mind to something. (</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial Unicode MS;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span lang="ja-JP">気が付く</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">)</span></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Multiple
thoughts come and go , but which are the ones you want to attach your
mind to ? Most people spend their whole lives thinking without
realizing that they are thinking. It's not the thoughts themselves
that are bad, but thinking without noticing that we are doing so.</span></span></div>
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<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Knowing
beforehand that the thoughts are going to come anyway makes you
better at evaluating and choosing which of them you want to expend
your energy to.</span></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thus
, you are more free in realizing that you're not free.</span></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Determinism
may be true, but realizing it can be a life-changing experience,
transcending what is usually considered to be “free will”.</span></span></div>
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<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Meiryo, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">For
Sam Harris.</span></span></div>
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Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-92197547728268397902013-08-19T01:39:00.000+03:002013-09-11T00:30:13.083+03:00Hideki Taniuchi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hideki Taniuchi's music is amazing.<br />
The chords at 2:26 "<a href="http://youtu.be/meBzDGG7WeU">Kaiji Ost- Wish</a>" and the bass onwards is out of this world. His music is etched onto my brain , wether I like it or not. After the DEATH NOTE ost , that was it. It still is one of my all time favorite soundtracks and musical compositions in general. Favorite Hideki Taniuchi track is "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaP0w0-AmdU">Kodoku (Solitude)</a>" although in 2007 it was "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRKtdYfpYI0">Suiri (Inference)</a>". Returning to my musical taste origins in 2013 I came across his band Shocking Lemon that I had overlooked before. While I think the DEATH NOTE ost is his best work; great moments exist in tracks like "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IB_nNPODXCk">Star Star</a>" and did I mention his basslines?<br />
The crying guitar sounds of "Kodoku" are reminiscent of post rock and the volume reminds me of shoegaze. The way he spaces out sounds is really great. Although he was arrested for a drug issue in '12 (It's ridiculous that people still go to jail in 2013 for substances they use on themselves while hurting no one) ,I hope he is well wherever he is now, and that he keeps making music after a speedy recovery. Best wishes !<br />
<br />Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-92132329045922108762013-04-29T23:28:00.000+03:002018-11-13T11:01:21.017+02:00Fictional diary entry of 2007<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: medium;">I
booked the first flight to Hong Kong, Kowloon was my target city |the
second to last weekend of March 2007,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
said to myself; Try to live, to make some memories. In the future,
all you're going to have left is memories, videos, pictures, text.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Make
the effort, I said to myself. So I did, and I arrived at Kowloon by
taking a taxi from the Hong Kong downtown area. The first weeks went
by quite smoothly, a little boring at first when I was getting used
to the feel of being in a new town. It sort of blended the capitalism
of the West and the raw feeling of living in China, with whatever
that brings to mind to my slightly more familiarized but utterly
Western mind . The food, everything was pretty
satisfactory, would you believe they had 7-11 stores in Hong Kong? It
is kind of a staple there as well. Beats me, a foreigner that didn't
even have that in his own country. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">All
joking aside though, the diary is not about me getting to know the
special Asian flavors or anything detrimental like that. The thing is
that I managed to convince Klaudia Rusek to hop on the plane the following week, joining me here at my shabby place. (I keep saying HK)</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">At
first she was shy . We booked nearby rooms and she came to mine , I
went to hers etc for about a week. Then as I got to know the area a
little better, I used to take long walks after the sun had set, with
my camera and take pictures of the deserted metropolis. She stayed at home smoking weed. (dOOKIE)</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
love the roads when noone is around. I like seeing places that were
once bustling with life, empty. I also love nature, old buildings and the
juxtaposition of the two, especially when old vehicles have
"returned" to nature . When a place that was to become a
new block was scrapped instead,and only vines and old machines can be
seen; that's wonderful.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
have this amalgam of pictures in my mind; Pictures of Asia, pictures
of the sea-scape images of me walking along roads with my camera
listening to Rei Harakami's music. Abandoned junkyards. Vehicles
used for construction, now dumped into a field with two cans of beer
and coke next to a carton of some Japanese company; left to the rain
and the wind.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
have always harboured a desire to venture into Asia. Although never really
thought about actively seeking out the means to do so until later on .</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
didn't necessarily want it to be Japan that got my foot on for the
first time. Japan, particularly its language being the first "real"
experience I've had directly with Asia even if I don't particularly
like their POP culture to be honest (Anime etc bores me with minor
exceptions)</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">But
the thought of just the different sights that the Asian continent
held for me was something I kind of inherently had with me for years,
subconsciously.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
think it may have a lot to do with the fact that it's just a whole
lot different to what I've been experiencing for the better part of
my life. Even a big escape plan if you will, a sort of childish
behaviour on my part, a desire to leave everything behind and start
anew. Whatever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Places
like Kowloon's outer areas fascinate me. I just love the flats there,</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">I
love the narrow streets, just like Macau but at a lower scale.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">The
broad squares, the monuments that no Westerner has ever set eyes on; The
places outside of the mainstream Western tourism. Picking a place on
google earth and becoming infatuated with it. Venturing into an
unknown country with really just your backpack and the album
"wasuremono" a fitting title for a place in the world,
forgotten by many.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">This
ain't art by the way.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">It's
just a projection of a feeling I have that makes Asia so alluring to
me Sorta like falling for a city. I booked the highest room available
and ordered a champagne. As I opened the window I heard the fanfare
of the city, at 17:00 sharp. Reminding people to stop working. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Klaudia had knocked on my door and the last rays of the sun reflected
on the venetian blinds overlooking Victoria Peaks, and the cascading
Metropolis with its post 80s architecture called for a mood that
required smooth jazz. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Putting
"Day's End' started what was going to be a very fun evening for
both of us. </span>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">"Knock
Knock!"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">17:01</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">God,
I love the morning breeze. Let's go to the national park today, I
thought to myself. </span>
</div>
Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-80840495330886744672013-01-18T21:31:00.000+02:002013-01-18T21:35:59.660+02:0018/1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><br /></i>
<i>Sin swam in the sea near Zanarkand. </i><br />
<i>Perhaps the waking dream eased its suffering.
</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Your father touched Sin and became real that night,</i><br />
<i> Foundering in the seas of Spira. </i><br />
<i> How sad now he is caught in the tragic spiral.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i> He is Sin.</i><br />
<i> He is lost.</i>Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-52931657090031183882012-12-10T23:47:00.001+02:002014-01-03T15:53:27.864+02:00Swing out sister - Now you're not here <iframe frameborder="0" height="240" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xloms" width="320"></iframe><br />
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Final Fantasy X, including its direct sequel, X-2, was the last diamond of the Sakauchi era Final Fantasy series. Back when I was a kid, and Squaresoft produced great games. I admit that me being 23 now, has a lot to do with how I evaluate today's games. I am not as easily impressed as I was in 2003 when I first played FFX. Would the game have the same effect on me today? Probably not, but that's partly what makes it so sweet to reminisce. All the games have a special place in my heart, until X-2. After that, Hironobu Sakaguchi left the company due to reasons unexplained to the public.<br />
I wish SquareSoft still made good games like that. Now their titles are too action oriented and too frothy story-wise. The music is not as memorable either .I remember waking up in the mornings to play FFX. Oh boy, that fight with Seymour on the snowy mountain of Gagazet. It was so hard to beat him that I remember, even his robotic voice, to this day . What a badass he was. Wakka, the dependable, albeit naive character of the group. Always hoping for the best, and keeping in line with the teachings of Yevon. His faith is tested in the game, and in the end, what he sees changes his whole perspective of it. Funny, easy-going, a brotherly figure for Tidus, and a serious and trust-worthy guardian at heart. Yuna, a quiet but powerful summoner. Respectfully going on a pilgrimage towards her doom, following her father's footsteps in a suicidal ceremony that will grant the people of Spira two or three years of Peace. Rikku, the cousin of Yuna, secretly an Al-Bhed , the comic relief of the group. Nicely making fun of people to their faces, and being the carefree and full of energy thief-guardian of the lot. She acts as a little daughter to Lulu, the most mature of the group. Hardly the small-talk type, her remarks are always spot on, and her wisdom is always a great aid to the hot-tempered youth of the fellowship. I suppose she is like a mother to Yuna,when something goes wrong, Yuna always finds comfort in her arms. That leaves us Kimahri and Auron. Kimahri hardly ever talks, and thus he doesn't have many lines in the game. But his acts speak more that most people's words. He was with Yuna from years back. In a way, maybe his own tribe 's turbulations made him who he is. Kimahri's love and protection of Yuna sometimes makes him seem intimidating to others. But Yuna always found solace knowing that he was around. And she loved his little broken horn. It's what made him special.<br />
Auron. When the game starts, the character Auron appears , non-chalantly re-defining the word cool ,to my 16 year old eyes . As I raised my jaw from the floor, the sequence begins when Tidus is brought back to reality from the dream of Sin by a whilrwind of anti-gravity. Somehow Tidus is transferred to another dimension through his "old man" 's intervention. But how did Jecht first materialize from the Fayth in the first place? How did he break free from the dream of the Fayth ? He must have swam a long way from home , in "Dream Zanarkand" . The game cleverly leaves us hanging in questions such as this one.<br />
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Anyway, what I know now is that both things have happened. I grew older, and the games are really bad now. Final Fantasy is not the game that I loved to play. I still remember my wild excitement when I saw the little paragraph in a videogames magazine (yes I used to buy them, I was a hardcore gamer back then) that announced a sequel to FFX. I found solace in these games. Final Fantasy was a portal outside of this world for me, and every different installment of the Sakaguchi era games had a different charm to it . It's not a coincidence that Final Fantasy was successful and made its name in the 90's. The world was more open to dreamers back then, people were more open to sentimental and romantic ideas. But then again, I might just have grown old.<br />
I don't want to hear any comments on how great Lighting's return must be in the new FFXIII. I don't want to listen to what casual fans have to say about the games. I am one of the niche market that grew up with it, that dreamed with it , and fell in love with its charm . I want , however, to think that somewhere these kids (then) still look back to these utopias now, and reminisce them from time to time. I want to believe that these young dreamers are still the same today, somewhere in their heart, and the dream did not end just because they are now adults. Let's hope I am not the only one .Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-71189421704845353722012-10-22T00:30:00.002+03:002012-10-22T00:30:28.658+03:0000:30am<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>There
are so many people trying to fit in the society molds , it's bad for
them , I think.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Why
bother, when all of us are who we are, and we are going to be gone
soon enough.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>What
I have now is the bursts of good memories that maybe never were, and
thinking of</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>the
past makes it seem more alluring. Memories are made , they do not
just happen.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Just
like re-writing a page of your diary, with every passing year . But
there is something</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>inevitable,
and sweet, no matter how far you go, or high you fly, you'll come
back down</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">to
earth. One of these days, you will be a post on an internet forum , 5
years ago, 10. </span>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fifty
years from now , you will be what you felt that night when you
reminisced, </span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>but
you won't be there to feel it. You, along with the rest of us, will
be just another</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>pawn
that came into this world only to leave it . Soon enough, this story
will be told</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>again,
from a different perspective, in another time. From another mind, and
til we all</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>return
to our rightful place, the solitary bliss of nothingness, it will be
a recurring theme</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>of
our daily lives. An elephant in the room that noone dares to notice.
Willingly burdening oneself with duties of the Western mindset. Turn
on the refrigerator</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>and
change the channel once again then, you paid for it with your whole
life. Smile, because the trip is so short, that it makes it seem
sweeter at the end, than at the start.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Look
back towards the past that comes running towards you, and flattens
you with</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>the
power of the present. </i></span>
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You are you, by respecting and loving yourself for who you are; you are at peace with yourself and consequently with the world. People can only look and produce sounds with their tongue, and even if a time comes when fists must be used; so be it. I am ready for everything. I stand for myself and what I believe. I will not live my life for anyone else but myself; All these years I lived for other people, catered to what they needed and was extra careful not to displease anyone. Well the time of trying to please everybody is over, not only because it is an impossibility; but because in doing so, you waste your own life. You are a fraction of a dot in 7 billion people. Your life is unknown, you are unknown . Most of the people on earth will never know that you even existed. Nor will they care. You choose what you care about. It's true. You choose wether you give a fuck or not, wether you invest your precious state of mind to either negative or positive energy. I came to the wise conclusion that in a party of two people, the one who gets upset is the one who loses. By becoming upset about something, it's like holding on to a piece of coal that's burning your hands. After holding on to anger for many years, I understood that it's not worth it. I made the conscious choice to not only refrain from caring about what other people will say about me, but most importantly; What the boys in my head say. Demons, darkness, call them what you want. They are the voices that reside in your head, from the moment you are born, til the day that you die..and they feed on your investment of feelings to negativity. There comes a time that you know they are just that: Voices. By not even acknowledging their voices, you annihilate them. Now, only a vestige of an old, broken self, they are just the boys that made you hate yourself. Everyone has them. Their existence is what you decide for them to be. Care, and give your life away. Abstain from caring, and say hello to a new life, a brilliant one.<br />
At the end of the day, who has to live with the result of your decisions? You do. You are ultimately alone in this world. You'd better learn to understand that hating yourself is like sailing through a raging sea, with nothing but a raft, and while maneuvering it, you start kicking and pull it apart. It makes no sense. Never self-doubt and never quit, and victory will be sweet, no matter what your dream is.<br />
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You are on a rock that's floating in space, endlessly traversing the cosmos . Your existence, is a blink of an eye. Our species , as all others, will come and go from this world; Only a footprint of time in the vast abyss of geological time. Live for yourself, not for others. There is no gimmick, no near-death experience to push you up for a mere 6 months before you fall back to being your old nagging, complaining sack of bones and secrets. No, this is real, because it comes from within, and it is the most brilliant discovery, a paradigm shift that comes once in a lifetime. Only you can feel it the way you do. You just need to take a look inside your mind, and triumphant, take the reins of your life again, and as the Floyd says: Shine on ,you crazy diamond!<br />
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For Spira, and the moments of happiness it brought us. It's real in my heart, and always will be.Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-38364921117040209302012-04-07T00:13:00.001+03:002014-01-03T15:55:13.117+02:00one of these days again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Immortal voices that touched me with their image</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">They shine with inner joy</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I imagine myself sitting on the top of the Celcius airship</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">And the blue sky of Spira sings me a lullaby</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">What a wonderful evening to be alive</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">This ship is made out of magic</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Frolicking in the clouds soaring in the skyline wind</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">I have been in that holy innocence of friendship</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">May we meet again in my private fantasy</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Where time flows like leaves in the Autumn gust</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Wide spaces of vertical roads and boulevards </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">All manufactured by a place in our memory</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">A place where we will return to someday</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">It feels almost like a photograph</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Its not moving but its real somewhere</span><br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Here in this spatial vortex of whenelse</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Spinning for aeons and minutes away from tomorrow</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Feelings turned to matter</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">And we don't have time to think</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">heh4</span>Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-37321722246568838932009-11-30T22:47:00.004+02:002009-11-30T23:06:31.851+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub2KyvJqQ7yexE3rRgIdHFZGMUzu4L4TBvE_969smMW1AkZpqyodGERtY1BDqTU0Uymd7jNLlDbwAX0Gf2U5BXIHtOn8qbvgHhAn0FaAzAGXDWtYgO2NlDfNcUsAECIDypQtMdNuo9Qg/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhub2KyvJqQ7yexE3rRgIdHFZGMUzu4L4TBvE_969smMW1AkZpqyodGERtY1BDqTU0Uymd7jNLlDbwAX0Gf2U5BXIHtOn8qbvgHhAn0FaAzAGXDWtYgO2NlDfNcUsAECIDypQtMdNuo9Qg/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410005330733747986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><table style="width: 956px; height: 480px; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;" border="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics"><br />The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror<br />The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">Isn't it beautiful,<br />To walk together in each others hands<br />I do so want to go,<br />To your city, your house, into your arms.</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">That heart,<br />held within your body<br />In those confusing nights<br />I dream</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion<br />The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror<br />The stars, broken and swaying,<br />Like tears unable to be hidden.</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">Isn't it beautiful,<br />To walk together in each others hands<br />I do so want to go,<br />To your city, your house, into your arms.</pre></td></tr><tr><td class="translation" nowrap="nowrap"><pre class="lyrics">That face,<br />A soft touch,<br />Dissolving into morning,<br />I dream.<br /><br />lyrics: kazushige nojima<br /></pre></td></tr></tbody></table>Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-64068057277463757132009-10-29T18:03:00.006+02:002009-10-29T18:07:26.243+02:0029th of October 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3fWcNVxVZ8fF2kKYpzBEY2K8HO8ehKM3H80dEVKDdxcN0X2a2ea6ZVQZCdSmEBEoVSXMstu8OzzDtSpG_MlDteLfa3DkpQcYtdehSyWpNtd4gvmCX6EGs4L8BkWV6y1U-9MY3S2qILA/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP3fWcNVxVZ8fF2kKYpzBEY2K8HO8ehKM3H80dEVKDdxcN0X2a2ea6ZVQZCdSmEBEoVSXMstu8OzzDtSpG_MlDteLfa3DkpQcYtdehSyWpNtd4gvmCX6EGs4L8BkWV6y1U-9MY3S2qILA/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054238291318978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Today the sky was rather pretty so I took a snapshot for you.<br />Enjoy!Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-3966840559482778732009-10-25T20:03:00.011+02:002011-12-13T23:41:28.695+02:00Directory (test )<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4NFFc4CQSg4PF1y6aoiCh7yHFBjS9N-OVjs6MKIbOX10t8GCC4sz_ou-bo4cjHEAYrGiTE_JHniS50szGPrThHj48NQ8k9crZHsFPp4WR70DYWajVHUhZJyonhDko32-sUdDqIPM5zY/s1600-h/2973348135_b9a2b39cd5_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4NFFc4CQSg4PF1y6aoiCh7yHFBjS9N-OVjs6MKIbOX10t8GCC4sz_ou-bo4cjHEAYrGiTE_JHniS50szGPrThHj48NQ8k9crZHsFPp4WR70DYWajVHUhZJyonhDko32-sUdDqIPM5zY/s320/2973348135_b9a2b39cd5_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397636921057034450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The internet as a ghost place, if it had not come to being as a commercial entity.<br />In a cyberpunk world, a wireless network with adapters for communicating with nearby machines. An IP network of analog-fashioned computers built for laboratories, now sold in flea markets by immigrants. In a world where cyberspace is understood only by geeks surrounded by broken network adaptors and books about programming languages that were long since abandonded.<br /><br /><br /><br />To use assembly in order to ping a pinball machine arcade at the edge of your city was a high to them. Their rooms lit only by the fan LEDs, network adaptors flickering lights and CRT screens , depicting a totally black screen overflowing with console commands in hex.<br />Smoking profusely even when they got sick of it. Thanks to their artificial lungs no harm done.<br /><br />Photo from<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/89ermis/2973348135/in/set-72157622669285434/"> here</a>Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-10880709027945353272009-05-27T02:50:00.005+03:002013-12-27T20:42:04.355+02:00~Dearly Beloved~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What I remember of life and sweet memories<br />
Are the simple and silly things<br />
Like holding ice cream in your mouth and letting it drip<br />
While watching the horizon and Her sunset<br />
On the beach<br />
The things that made you laugh<br />
Stupid reasons to make you smile<br />
The trifling jokes are the ones you remember for ever<br />
Are just like wet sand of the evening tide<br />
Like marks on the sand, that Life will wash away<br />
The sweet moments of my beloved<br />
Wherever you may be<br />
This is for youMorgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-37533278904141197812008-07-31T22:01:00.003+03:002008-10-01T21:31:40.467+03:00To Zanarkand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZj2dtQeQSzEBjPKuhmLB_A5z6jlyBbmhj1P5Y5qH9oeQn8uoVYBGa16WEOedrV6dA65np-AqW_jFczYiUHwy1XU4ne0xMDYBlPKi8ZhaWcjHtiirAJDfM5GcdwKqHRm3qcu2qA3MJ5o/s1600-h/22131.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZj2dtQeQSzEBjPKuhmLB_A5z6jlyBbmhj1P5Y5qH9oeQn8uoVYBGa16WEOedrV6dA65np-AqW_jFczYiUHwy1XU4ne0xMDYBlPKi8ZhaWcjHtiirAJDfM5GcdwKqHRm3qcu2qA3MJ5o/s320/22131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253350992288962" /></a><br />I was relaxing in a jazz club at Luca, some drunk hypello kept laughing at the same joke<br />"Ze shoopuff is hungry"<br />I fed them this morning darn it Zef! Stop crying about your shoopuffs all the time.<br />"Ze shoopuff is hungry and needs food !!"<br />Darn it Zef I told you to feed them not run the business. Our stomach or the shoopufss are more important? I swear this kid is obsessed with them.<br />What would you do if you had my love of these magnificent animals?<br />I would certainly not be on some old shoopuff's back laying all day long.<br />"What would you do if you were 130 years old"<br />"I wouldn not waste my day watching the pirefly lake Zef." "This old shoopuff is your obsession"<br />"Well I don't harm anyone, so shut up"<br />"Hhaha you lost again!"<br />He threw the dice again, losing for the third time today.<br />"If you would stop your mumbling then I would play seriously Ridof." "Stop joking around and then Ill play for real."<br />When was the last time you played for real Zef??<br />Zef threw the dice down and slowly sipped a cup of macalania coffee.<br /><br /><br /><br />I guess I was to spend a little time here but this hypello company won't let me calm down.<br />"Would you like some more beer?" The waiter asked me.<br />"No thanks a lot. " I replied and finished rolling a cigarette.<br />I decided to smoke it and go after a while. The hypellos were now silent and man that silence was golden.<br />Two Rhonso brothers entered the bar.<br />"Hey did anyone see the broken horn Kimahri here?"<br />No reply.<br />"I asked a question !" He stomped the wooden floor .<br />No but they say Kimahri is with his chief . Said a hypello that was so skinny you would mistake it for a shahagin with legs.<br />The Rhonso left quickly. I'm sure the information was fake so that they would leave us alone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__eTZFd8ZHpH50jZwR5gL_ni69uZktAuD0iB-hbTlVRNmGmVhq5AjKcqeUcEo57ardxoXMYlo0VH4JwXoleM7B2LeIrCbiA366k9TGnh5q_MlYCI9yYVx6aEVifwoklJ5IVziQ_cKPmM/s1600-h/wp_4_1280.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__eTZFd8ZHpH50jZwR5gL_ni69uZktAuD0iB-hbTlVRNmGmVhq5AjKcqeUcEo57ardxoXMYlo0VH4JwXoleM7B2LeIrCbiA366k9TGnh5q_MlYCI9yYVx6aEVifwoklJ5IVziQ_cKPmM/s320/wp_4_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252254858545569458" /></a><br /><br />I finished my beer and cigarette and left the bar leaving a note that had Yuna's head on it. It was kinda odd seeing Yuna with normal eyes and a stern countenance . I guess some things never change even in Spira .<br />I passed by the lake with a shoopuff and went to the other shore where there was a tiny celebration for the usual summoner time of year. I saw some familiar faces, talked only to one because I was tired and needed to go on with my thing.<br />"Im looking for some spheres , would you know anything?"<br />Try Zanarkand , I heard the place is where the really good sphere hunters rove.<br /><br />After a while I was at Zanarkand , passed by a fireplace that was now put out. It was close to nightfall ,after searching for a while I found nothing. I sat by the sea and could hear the waves softly touching the sand . Sometimes I could even feel the pireflies if they were close enough.<br />Suddenly some gulls were making noise at a particular spot a little farther form the place I was standing next to so I decided to see what all the commotion was for.<br />Arriving the gulls were now more scarce but I could see something shining in the water , it was nearly washed off shore. After a while I noticed a spherical object shining in the twilight , underwater. Asphere! Finally! I can pay off my rent now - That's what immediatly crossed my mind. But the other side of the brain was now active and I used my hand getting the sphere. It was an orange one .<br />I had a piece of the -now rare- macalania wood, so I chose to use it on my sphere grid and see what happen.<br />A bright silver light and then nothing.<br />No, wait, I see something now. It was a memory sphere, something they used to record a dream. I wonder how old this is.<br />I saw a coast and a teen with spiky blonde hair playing in the beach with his friends. Now the teen was climbing and after a while it reached the peak of the old ruin ..he was watching the sunset . Now something changed, the kid used an oragne sphere and turned to an semi invisible form and started flying above the sea, it ascended into the skies and above the clouds where you see them as white fluffy carpet.<br />He now made swings and flips in the air and decided to lower himself and approach the sea , he flew just above the sea level and then went underwater and watched the marvelous realm of perpetual darkness called the ocean . He saw shimmering lights and spheres here and there, then he ascended again, and dolphins now accompanied him. He traveled just a bit more quickly than his dolphin companions. Now the sun had set and his companions were gone, it was him and the twilight of the burning sky , so red that you thought the sky was on fire .<br /><br />He swang across the sea and made a flip once again going farther into what now was a starry moonlit sky and then the dream ceased.<br />-That's all? Man I guess Icould sell this for 200 gil but I think I'll keep it.Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6941946789899904255.post-75002631336518351792008-07-30T12:54:00.001+03:002008-10-01T21:27:43.538+03:00Dreamland Venice & Ice Realm Helcaraxë<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79tUhnI4yFBj1-C7zxrUcB-smHCUULGi4TtYmw5_TfIY7CPK6SyS5Jl4kAT_aU7I7f5Oqh4SMLfu9vXQjjACXuuJGIHvS0hd0r1CYty2StoaWzJnEvBmej7DM48Vji6f4VRboGzZ3xIU/s1600-h/Venice,+Gondola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj79tUhnI4yFBj1-C7zxrUcB-smHCUULGi4TtYmw5_TfIY7CPK6SyS5Jl4kAT_aU7I7f5Oqh4SMLfu9vXQjjACXuuJGIHvS0hd0r1CYty2StoaWzJnEvBmej7DM48Vji6f4VRboGzZ3xIU/s320/Venice,+Gondola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253600930386658" /></a><br />Now I'm on a boat in Venice. In Venice β , now is the season of the falling azure leaves, of the Crying Trees. Only they shed their leaves before changing their colour. In fall the waters are filled with the deep blue tapestry of those leaves, where they are called "tears" . Passing by I saw an old mansion, prestigious but abandoned. I stopped the boat and stepped on the ground. It was a courtyard with dark blue leaves on the ground. These leaves grow darker when they are shed and ready to decompose.<br />The water channel was near a cyclic panel, nesting a great "Azure lady" . These trees are named so and in autumn they "weep" shedding their still blue leaves. The legend goes : At the beginning, these trees were just like any other . Once , a nymph of the woods , dashing through the flora , saw a little girl dressed in blue and wearing a blue ribbon. She had no parents . The nymph and the little girl played all day until the fall of night. Nymphs don't have a name, therefore the little girl kept calling her "lady". That night the girl fell asleep and never woke up. At sunrise, when the sun crept above the top of the leaves, they were now cerulean . Thus the first azure lady was born .<br />I entered the courtyard and saw a fountain that was still running, with a little cupid's statue and the water coming out of a seashell.<br />I kept on journeying .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />==<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBcMKEWnVRVJFB5qIlMoYdORoSKq7V24q7KGt8EaCeMjtv9PKGWoNa9LUUfyj_Z5Mv1aRrA_vvOiWp-yqKN27hkfSEVltTi6TcQyJ94xYuRlLQGie2cSn8KMNKqJZPKl5eEFkli7BC5I/s1600-h/gy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBcMKEWnVRVJFB5qIlMoYdORoSKq7V24q7KGt8EaCeMjtv9PKGWoNa9LUUfyj_Z5Mv1aRrA_vvOiWp-yqKN27hkfSEVltTi6TcQyJ94xYuRlLQGie2cSn8KMNKqJZPKl5eEFkli7BC5I/s320/gy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253751547545922" /></a><br /><br />Today I'm on Calypso the boat of Jacques Cousteau. I am passing through Helcaraxë, where the great two ice masses of the planet collide. The extreme cold turns your breath into vapor. The realm of the dark blue skies , an antithesis of the innocent white of eternal ice. The creaking ice was falling to pieces before our very eyes, and suddenly, an ethereal melody weaving in the air.<br />Cousteau: Did you hear that?<br />Ermis: That faint melody in the air ?<br />Cousteau: So you too hear it. It's not my old and weary ears that fool me is it?<br />Ermis: What do you think this is ?<br />Cousteau: I hear tiny bells ringing. Dancing in the wind and clad in the piano's song they speak to the vast Ice. It can be no other than the famed song of the Ice Queen. The Ice hearkens what the lady has to say, and it responds. Maybe if we reached above the next passage and turn off the motor, we can listen to it more clearly.<br />-We stopped the boat and climbed the ice, reaching an iceberg that looked like a big white mushroom. Before us lay the ice jewel, the cerulean twilight of these lands. As if all life had stopped, and this frenzy of Nothingness had never existed. As if life had never infested this place. Everything was filled with the void, the twilight almost spoke to you, it too was listening to the song of the Ice Queen. As the first snowflakes touched the ground , the bells sounded fainter, until they couldn't be heard at all.<br />Ermis: I'd like to stay here forever Jacques.<br />Cousteau: It's beautiful but nonetheless we have to leave.<br />Ermis: If I could die and wander as a soul, my first stop would be here.<br />- We had beer ,cheering the twilight that was now deep , for everything that it said to us, without telling a word.Morgoth Bauglirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11441107614747251797noreply@blogger.com0