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[18 Jan 2007|07:49pm] |
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I was reminded that all of you exist, so, for what it's worth:
I'm not dead.
I'm in France. I'll be there for the foreseeable future.
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| Oh, hell. |
[19 Aug 2006|08:02pm] |
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I forgot Livejournal existed again.
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[17 Jul 2006|11:11am] |
Hrm. I disappear for a few days, and things actually happen. How unfair. So, the mute boy (Strings, wasn't it? Yes.) is dead. I wondered where he went. Can't say I much care, though; suicide is for people who are too weak to live, and that's the end of it.
I shan't comment on Malik's new and apparent femininity, though I did laugh. A lot.
As for where I've been? I fancied some further travel, so I hopped on a late flight to Alaska. It was pleasant being somewhere cool, as opposed to somewhere hot; I had altogether a far more pleasant time than I did in India. It was good just being alone; there's been so much background noise, lately.
Diabound, Marik - I received a letter at my mailing address today. Apparently, the Archaeological Institute of Japan wants us to come and talk about how we (or rather, you, Diabound, since they seem to be misguidedly assuming we were working together as a three) found that one artifact. I wasn't sure if you'd received similar letters, so I thought I'd ask.
I got an ear pierced while drunk in Anchorage. I'm not sure if it's a good look for me, but I haven't taken it out, yet. At least it isn't a large and garish tattoo.
Did anyone else hear about the school renovations? Apparently, the burned down areas of Domino Uni are to be rebuilt in late July to late August for reopening in September. So, life does go on. I wonder who's organising it.
I suppose that's about all.
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[19 Jun 2006|10:45pm] |
I'm not sure if Ryou really knows what happened to our mother. He was young; I was young, too. I just remember her, and I'm not sure if he does, really. We never talk about it; I never told him what I found out about her. When I found out, he seemed to young; now we're older, it just seems unfair. Whatever idea he grew up with about it, he grew up with it - suddenly making it different might make things worse.
But I know what happened, with mother. Father sent her away, told her she was worth nothing to him anymore, and he never wanted to see her again - and she left. She left us. Clearly, we weren't important - I don't really blame her. I wouldn't have wanted to have stayed with him, either.
But it seems to be, more often, how he deals with people.
I don't know how I'm meant to deal with that.
I guess it just shows how fickle an emotion apparent 'love' can be; how foolhardy, how tempestuous, how it can blow hot, then cold, and then be forgotten. Why bother with it? All it does is ruin everything.
It's stupid.
And I'm stupid for even having written this down. I'm going to go and feed Fred, and shut the fuck up before I hurt my brain from overthought.
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| Ah, home. |
[15 Jun 2006|06:31pm] |
Well. Home-ish. I haven't actually been home, yet.
I'm rather loitering around town and contemplating going to Malik's, primarily due to the fact that I don't particularly want to face the vehement wrath of dear old dad. Jetlagged, too.
Since my last entry was somewhat stunted in terms of detail, I found my thoroughly idiotic elder brother in a cave, where else. The Neanderthal look suited him well, but I felt somewhat indebted to drag him home mainly because he has stolen from some old temple an artifact that dates back to the early ADs, according to a little research I did at the Ancient Civilizations museum in Tokyo. (Yes, I do know where the museum is. I went there between getting off the plane and coming back to Domino. If you're laughing, Varon, shut up.)
Apparently selling the artifact to their confederacy - some link of museums, appears to have a lot of money - would raise a sum of ¥255,071,100. Divide that by three and one finds themselves in possession of ¥85,023,700. Apparently, they've been looking for it for a long time. The curator referred to us as 'the archaeologist pioneers of a new age', then child prodigies, and wants to see the artifact itself as opposed to the picture I took on my cellphone, so Diabound, you need to go to Tokyo with it at some point. I was somewhat impressed that he could give us a sum off a phone picture. But then, I suppose he knew what it looked like.
That's a ridiculous amount of cash. Can see why things turned out the way they did, now.
Ryou, if you still want to go to Australia? We can - and anywhere else, while we're at it.
... I think I need to go and think about this. Carefully.
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[13 Jun 2006|05:14pm] |
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Found Diabound.
Appear to have come into vastly significant sum of money. Or at least vastly significant cut.
Am not dead.
May or may not be on the run.
Collapsing imminent.
Hooray for civilization.
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[30 May 2006|09:34pm] |
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The bakelite used to rock me to dreaming; but now light soothes the waking fracture. or maybe an angel will stare me down and hail righteous accolades to the tyrannical god above.
This poem is as crap as this hotel. Also this pen: it blobs.
Sometimes I really hate you, Diabound.
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[30 May 2006|10:28am] |
Ah-ha, victory. I have finally managed to tap into this hotel's wireless internet system on this laptop. I've never been too good at computers, so this is quite a win for me.
In other news: it's hot, I hate heat, and this was a very bad idea of mine. Goa is filled with tourists, though, surprisingly enough.
Did some asking around about Diabound earlier, before I had to come in to the air conditioning. While I have no idea about the language, pointing at my hair and saying quite slowly in English: "have... you... seen" appears to either get a terrified look, or, in one case, a nod and a grin.
That particular nod and grin, strangely enough, came from the bellhop at the hotel we're staying in. After I gave him some money, he managed to have a look through the records - apparently a man with hair like mine stayed here for a week six months ago, with a gaggle of other people who left at the same time as him.
Ahh, progress and irony together at the same time. I may go to all of the taxi drivers later and point at my hair, but that might get expensive. Best catch a few wallets first.
For now, I am going to shower. For the second time today.
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[29 May 2006|09:10pm] |
The day I learn to practice what I preach will be a good day indeed.
Goodbye, civilisation. Hello, heatpit.
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| A-hunting we will go. |
[29 May 2006|01:02pm] |
Gone to India. Marik, if you're reading this at any time after now you should definitely be at the airport.
If I'm still alive when I get back, I'll talk to you all then.
( Screened for Ryou. )
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| India tomorrow. |
[28 May 2006|04:09pm] |
So, have been 'shopping'. Most of you will already know what this translates to, so I won't bother explaining it.
I have managed to procure a pair of proper walking boots, some clothing suitable for hiking through the jungle (just in case), a hat, a large water bottle thing, and a multi-tooled penknife. The samurai sword was TEMPTING, and so was the revolver, but I can't fit the sword in my rucksack and I'd get stopped by the officials at the airport if I had the gun anyway.
The possibility of an internet connection while there is somewhat dubious; I shall probably drop a note here to inform you all that I am alive once I have arrived, and perhaps that will be it. Within a few weeks, however, I should return with a Diabound in tow. Hopefully Marik too, since it wouldn't really be fitting if I leave with one and come back with another.
Ah. Also, I received in inordinately irate internet telephone call from my father, who is in Egypt still but is now coming home, yesterday. Apparently, although he was the one who TOLD me to look for Diabound, I am the most unprincipled and irresponsible excuse for a human being on this earth, and he no longer calls me son. And, after that, he forbade me to go to India - not so much go at all, but go on his money. To which I naturally retorted that if I'm not his son, then he can't tell me what to do. In typical teenage fashion, naturally, which consists of a verbal footstamp.
Apparently, he says I shall be arrested for fraud as soon as I get off the plane back from India. I shall look forward to that, I should expect a jail cell is far more comfortable than my current lodgings.
I suppose that's all for now.
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| ... Going to India is starting to look worse and worse. |
[24 May 2006|05:27pm] |
This will probably be me in a week or two.
((OOC: DO NOT CLICK IF YOU ARE SCARED OF SNAKES. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU ARE SCARED OF DEATH BY SNAKE. OR IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH IN ANYWAY AT ALL. You follow? Good. 8D))
( Urgh. )
India is a horrible, horrible place. My days, they are numbered.
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[23 May 2006|05:22pm] |
Urgh. I spent today getting stabbed with needles. While I don't have a particular phobia, I don't think it's something anyone can enjoy. By this I mean to say, naturally, that where there was a will (and a helpful tech-wizard) there was a way.
I will be departing for India next Monday, by way of plane. Tokyo to Goa. Business class tickets, too; can't complain. It means I can forget about the absolute lunacy of what I'm doing via the free champagne I will inevitably receive.
I should, by all means, return with my errant elder brother in tow. If I haven't returned within a month or two, assume either that:
a) I have been killed by some form of poisonous animal.
b) I have been killed by some form of poisonous plant.
c) Diabound isn't in India anymore, and thus neither am I.
d) Diabound is dead, and I am in jail having strangled him.
e) Both Diabound AND myself are dead, possibly via snake pit.
Ryou, stop panicking now. As you can possibly see, I am not particularly looking forward to the giant camping trip that will be my trip to India. At least I won't have Coach Keith yelling down my ear this time.
( Private. )
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[21 May 2006|10:14pm] |
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So. I need to get to India.
India's quite a way away. Don't think I can hitchhike.
Anyone got any bright ideas or plane tickets? Otherwise, I could rob a bank. Or get a loan. Or, take out a credit card to pay for a ticket.
As if university debt wasn't enough.
He better be grateful for this.
( Screened for Ryou. )
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| Told you all. |
[15 May 2006|07:35pm] |
It's raining. It's going to rain for hours.
Diabound told me when I was a kid that rain was acidic and would burn out my eyes if I went out in it. I went outside with my eyes open just to prove him wrong, and he laughed at me for hours.
I didn't like Diabound much when I was younger.
But Diabound's been gone for a long time, now.
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