Ever17

Wow.

I just completed Ever17, an visual novel. My mind is blown after seeing the true ending. It's almost like watching a whole season of Doctor Who. I didn't expect this to be so good. To see the true ending, I had to go through the game's other 4 endings first, so it was a bit slow. In fact, I went through these endings in a marathon, because I played through the first path halfway during school and had to stop for a while. And I finally finished it today. Boy, was it good.

There are so many twists, and you get to see the story from many different perspectives. I can't say more because I don't want to spoil the story. But I must say that, it might be a bit slow at times, and it might be a pain to go through the 4 endings, but the true ending is totally worth it. And you really need to see the 4 endings to appreciate the true ending. I promise you it will blow your mind.

Let me end this post with one of the jokes said by one of the characters in the story:


A nurse named Kate was desperately in love with Robert, a doctor who worked at the same hospital.
Robert was crazy about Kate, as well.
Kate stood on the left side of the room and Robert stood on the right.
Kate slipped out of her white uniform and hung it on the closet door.
Robert stripped his uniform off in a bit of a hurry and simply dropped it on the floor.
Kate lowered her panties. Robert threw off his boxers.
Kate's body was lovely and supple and Robert was lean and muscled.
Kate put on the silk pajamas she had bought for the occasion.
Still naked, Robert turned off the light.
Standing on the left of the bed, Kate turned slowly to the right.
On the right of the bed, Robert turned easily to the left...
And they jumped into the bed, and... slept.
Oh, btw, Kate was sleeping in the night duty room, and Robert was sleeping in his room at home.

I'm highly sensitive

I always knew I was more sensitive than the average person, but reading the book "The Highly Sensitive Person" by Elaine Arron, readily confirmed my thoughts. Highly sensitive people(HSP) process sensory data from the world more deeply. Usually, what is normal arousal levels to other people become overarousal for HSP. Are You Highly Sensitive? I answered "true" to all the questions there with the exception of the caffeine one. (I don't notice any effect from caffeine)

Those are the questions that resonate deeply with me:

  • I am easily overwhelmed by things like bright lights, strong smells,coarse fabrics,or sirens close by.
  • My nervous system sometimes feels so frazzled that I just have to go off by myself.
  • I get rattled when I have a lot to do in a short amount of time.
  • I am annoyed when people try to get me to do too many things at once.
  • I make a point to avoid violent movies and TV shows.
    There are exceptions, of course. But I will always prefer comedies.
  • I become unpleasantly aroused when a lot is going on around me.
  • Being very hungry creates a strong reaction in me,disrupting my concentration or mood.
    I can never sleep when I'm hungry
  • I notice and enjoy delicate or fine scents, tastes, sounds, works of art.
  • When I must compete or be observed while performing a task, I become so nervous or shaky that I do much worse than I would otherwise.
  • When I was a child, my parents or teachers seemed to see me as sensitive or shy.


Really, this HSP thingy explains a lot of things.

1. I hate overcrowded places. I can literally go dizzy. That's why I also hate big parties, and I secretly come out with excuses not to attend my friend's birthday parties because I probably won't be able to take it (oops).

2. Smokers and their smoke are a fucking bitch. Seriously. Does this even need explanation? Why the fuck do we have to content with smokers for fresh hair? The saying goes "better to light a candle than to curse the dark", but it's a fucking pain to go out of your way to avoid those fucking smoke? Btw, the new Serangoon MRT bus stop is a fucking good combination of overcrowding and smoking. I really fucking hate it. (So, wearing a mask is a pain; and even then the smoke seeps in the clothes making them smell; so I have to go out of my way to the bus interchange)

3. I eat really slow. I have friends who eat slower, but I'm still slow. I like to savour my food. And I really hate it when people make me rush to eat.

4. I read the ingredients of every food I buy. Okay, this is probably OCD.

5. I cry easily. I don't cry as easily now, because I have learned to hold my tears. Which is probably not healthy, but whatever.

6. I really need a lot of alone time. I enjoy interacting with people, yes, but I need a lot of alone time to recharge.

7. I'm quite sensitive to sounds. Even the mere vibration of the phone can usually wake me up.  And my alarm is the Titanic song in piano form. Unless I'm in super deep sleep, which is probably never?

8. So picky about food. New stuff can really frazzle me, so I like to stick to stuff I know.

9. I really, really cannot do business. The business industry would probably freak the hell out of me. Oh, my nerves will be gone if I have to keep interacting with people all day.

10. I have always longed for the country life. Because I know city life is too arousing for me. But then country life might be too boring for me. I guess I'm easily bored, yet easily overaroused. Sad huh?


11. Sometimes I see people reading or studying while listening to music. I don't know how they can do that because it never works for me. I'll be distracted by the music (even calming songs).


12. I like to think about why? and how? and I like to improve myself. Some people don't and they go all like whyyousoweird which is of course fucking insulting to me but then they don't know it.

13. I don't know how I'm gonna survive after I graduate.


Edit: Blog of a Sheep has written a great response to this post.

Gasai Yuno is the Bomb


I've only watched 4 episodes of Mirai Nikki, but I've already fallen in love with Yuno. She is super awesome. IMBAgirl. Yanderes FTW

Surfeit of Thieves

Hello! This is yet another book I found in Skyrim. It's creepy, and quite funny at the same time.

Surfeit of Thieves
by Aniis Noru
How a busted robbery gets even worse


This looks interesting," said Indyk, his eyes narrowing to observe the black caravan making its way to the spires of the secluded castle. A gaudy, alien coat of arms marked each carriage, the lacquer glistening in the light of the moons. "Who do you suppose they are?"

"They're obviously well-off," smiled his partner, Heriah. "Perhaps some new Imperial Cult dedicated to the acquisition of wealth?"

"Go into town and find out what you can about the castle," said Indyk. "I'll see if I can learn anything about who these strangers are. We meet on this hill tomorrow night."

Heriah had two great skills: picking locks and picking information. By dusk of the following day, she had returned to the hill. Indyk joined her an hour later.

"The place is called Ald Olyra," she explained. "It dates back to the second era when a collection of nobles built it to protect themselves during one of the epidemics. They didn't want any of the diseased masses to get into their midst and spread the plague, so they built up quite a sophisticated security system for the time. Of course, it's mostly fallen into ruin, but I have a good idea about what kind of locks and traps might still be operational. What did you find out?"

"I wasn't nearly so successful," frowned Indyk. "No one seemed to have any idea about the group, even that that there were here. I was about to give up, but at the charterhouse, I met a monk who said that his masters were a hermetic group called the Order of St Eadnua. I talked to him for some time, this fellow name of Parathion, and it seems they're having some sort of ritual feast tonight."

"Are they wealthy?" asked Heriah impatiently.

"Embarrassingly so according to the fellow. But they're only at the castle for tonight."

"I have my picks on me," winked Heriah. "Opportunity has smiled on us."

She drew a diagram of the castle in the dirt: the main hall and kitchen were near the front gate, and the stables and secured armory were in the back. The thieves had a system that never failed. Heriah would find a way into the castle and collect as much loot as possible, while Indyk provided the distraction. He waited until his partner had scaled the wall before rapping on the gate. Perhaps this time he would be a bard, or a lost adventurer. The details were most fun to improvise.

Heriah heard Indyk talking to the woman who came to the gate, but she was too far away to hear the words exchanged. He was evidently successful: a moment later, she heard the door shut. The man had charm, she would give him that.

Only a few of the traps and locks to the armory had been set. Undoubtedly, many of the keys had been lost in time. Whatever servants had been in charge of securing the Order's treasures had brought a few new locks to affix. It took extra time to maneuver the intricate hasps and bolts of the new traps before proceeding to the old but still working systems, but Heriah found her heart beating with anticipation. Whatever lay beyond the door, she thought, must be of sufficient value to merit such protection.

When at last the door swung quietly open, the thief found her avaricious dreams paled to reality. A mountain of golden treasure, ancient relics glimmering with untapped magicka, weaponry of matchless quality, gemstones the size of her fist, row after row of strange potions, and stacks of valuable documents and scrolls. She was so enthralled by the sight, she did not hear the man behind her approach.

"You must be Lady Tressed," said the voice and she jumped.

It was a monk in a black, hooded robe, intricately woven with silver and gold threads. For a moment, she could not speak. This was the sort of encounter that Indyk loved, but she could think to do nothing but nod her head with what she hoped looked like certainty.

"I'm afraid I'm a little lost," she stammered.

"I can see that," the man laughed. "That's the armory. I'll show you the way to the dining hall. We were afraid you weren't going to arrive. The feast is nearly over."

Heriah followed the monk across the courtyard, to the double doors leading to the dining hall. A robe identical to the one he was wearing hung on a hook outside, and he handed it to her with a knowing smile. She slipped it on. She mimicked him as she lowered the hood over her head and entered the hall.

Torches illuminated the figures within around the large table. Each wore the uniform black robe that covered all features, and from the look of things, the feast was over. Empty plates, platters, and glasses filled every inch of the wood with only the faintest spots and dribbles of the food remaining. It was a breaking of a fast it seemed. For a moment, Heriah stopped to think about poor, lost Lady Tressed who had missed her opportunity for gluttony.

The only unusual item on the table was its centerpiece: a huge golden hourglass which was on its last minute's worth of sand.

Though each person looked alike, some were sleeping, some were chatting merrily to one another, and one was playing a lute. Indyk's lute, she noticed, and then noticed Indyk's ring on the man's finger. Heriah was suddenly grateful for the anonymity of the hood. Perhaps Indyk would not realize that it was she, and that she had blundered.

"Tressed," said the young man to the assembled, who turned as one to her and burst into applause.

The conscious members of the Order arose to kiss her hand, and introduce themselves.

"Nirdla."

"Suelec."

"Kyler."

The names got stranger.

"Toniop."

"Htillyts."

"Noihtarap."

She could not help laughing: "I understand. It's all backwards. Your real names are Aldrin, Celeus, Relyk, Poinot, Styllith, Parathion."

"Of course," said the young man. "Won't you have a seat?"

"Sey," giggled Heriah, getting into the spirit of the masque and taking an empty chair. "I suppose that when the hourglass runs out, the backwards names go back to normal?"

"That's correct, Tressed," said the woman next to her. "It's just one of our Order's little amusements. This castle seemed like the appropriately ironic venue for our feast, devised as it was to shun the plague victims who were, in their way, a walking dead."

Heriah felt herself light-headed from the odor of the torches, and bumped into the sleeping man next to her. He fell face forward onto the table.

"Poor Esruoc Tsrif," said a neighboring man, helping to prop the body up. "He's given us so much."

Heriah stumbled to her feet and began walking uncertainly for the front gate.

"Where are you going, Tressed?" asked one of the figures, his voice taking on an unpleasant mocking quality.

"My name isn't Tressed," she mumbled, gripping Indyk's arm. "I'm sorry, partner. We need to go."

The last crumb of sand fell in the hour glass as the man pulled back his hood. It was not Indyk. It was not even human, but a stretched grotesquerie of a man with hungry eyes and a wide mouth filled with tusk-like fangs.

Heriah fell back into the chair of the figure they called Esruoc Tsrif. His hood fell open, revealing the pallid, bloodless face of Indyk. As she began to scream, they fell on her.

In her last living moment, Heriah finally spelled "Tressed" backwards.

Scorpio Man

Tiffany sent me this:

SCORPIO MAN: A man with a foggy clouds over him. He is sensitive and easily hurt and always feels lonely. He does not trust anyone but himself. Sounding so negative, but he has an amazingly charisma. He is a compassionate man . He absorbs other people sentimental feeling and pain. He is a good psychiatrist and he could understand complex and confused feeling. He has a hidden power that he could use it to make things happen and do things well. He does not like people who never try to help themselves before asking other people for favors. He is the type of guy who mostly achieved his goal in life. Once he sets his mind for something, he will put all his energy and efforts in it , whether or not it is a small matter or a big project. 
One of the most success man in all the Zodiac. If he is in love, you will get plenty of love from him, sometimes may be too much than you have asked for. He is serious about love and relationship and will not waste time with someone he does not love whether how pretty she is. He memorize everything well. You may say something that you already forgotten, but he will remember every words. He wants to be respected and admired and at the same time he does not like people to have power over him. When he falls in love, he really falls deep. A man in this Zodiac once in love, he will be sweeter than sugar. He does not like a plain and simple woman. A complex woman’s mind is his venture. Always be interesting and able to talk to him about every things in any subjects. He does not like a woman who sits around waiting for his call.

This is almost like reading a description of myself! It's scary.


He is sensitive and easily hurt and always feels lonely. He does not trust anyone but himself.
Sad but true. I always take things a little too personally, and read too much into things. That's why I'm trying learn to be as insensitive as possible. Getting hurt isn't awesome. Lonely? Yes... So far I've never found anyone who really understood me, but that's also because I hardly open up myself to anyone...


Once he sets his mind for something, he will put all his energy and efforts in it , whether or not it is a small matter or a big project. 
TLDR: perfectionist?

He memorize everything well. You may say something that you already forgotten, but he will remember every words.
I don't know if that's true, but that has happened many times... I remember people's names and faces and what they say but of course it's only one way... I usually recognize acquaintances but I'm sick of saying hi because they don't recognize/care about me... BUT. It is hard to judge since I won't focus on the things I forget anyway. So this is very subjective.

When he falls in love, he really falls deep.
That's why I'm scared.

A Hypothetical Treachery

So, as I was playing Skyrim, I came across the best tome ever. It was the best story I read in any of the tomes so far. The title is "A Hypothetical Treachery", and after reading it you would know why. I would like you to focus on the second part of the story, where Inzoliah and Malvasian do some intellectual exercises. It is the best part, and it highlights how typical mages act. The first part provides some background.

Source: Elder Scrolls V -- Skyrim; Wiki


Dramatis Personae
Malvasian: A High Elf battlemage
Inzoliah: A Dark Elf battlemage
Dolcettus: A Cyrodiil healer
Schiavas: An Argonian barbarian
A Ghost Some bandits Scene: Eldenwood

As the curtain rises, we see the misty labyrinthian landscape of the legendary Eldengrove of Valenwood. All around we hear wolves howling. A bloodied reptilian figure, SCHIAVAS, breaks through the branches of one of the trees and surveys the area.
SCHIAVAS: It's clear.
INZOLIAH, a beautiful Dark Elf mage, climbs down from the tree, helped by the barbarian. There is the sound of footsteps nearby. Schiavas readies his sword and Inzoliah prepares to cast a spell. Nothing comes out.
INZOLIAH: You're bleeding. You should have Dolcettus heal that for you.
SCHIAVAS: He's still drained from all the spells he had to cast down in the caves. I'm fine. If we get out of this and no one needs it more, I'll take the last potion of healing. Where's Malvasian?
MALVASIAN, a High Elf battlemage, and DOLCETTUS, a Cyrodiil healer, emerge from the tree, carrying a heavy chest between the two of them. They awkwardly try to get down from the tree, carrying their loot.
MALVASIAN: Here I am, though why I'm carrying the heavy load is beyond me. I always thought that the advantage of dungeon delving with a great barbarian was that he carried all the loot.
SCHIAVAS: If I carried that, my hands would be too full to fight. And tell me if I'm wrong, but not one of the three of you has enough magicka reserved to make it out of here alive. Not after you electrified and blasted all those homunculuses down below ground.
DOLCETTUS: Homunculi.
SCHIAVAS: Don't worry, I'm not going to do what you think I'm going to do.
INZOLIAH (innocently): What's that?
SCHIAVAS: Kill you all and take the Ebony Mail for myself. Admit it -- you thought I had that in mind.
DOLCETTUS: What a perfectly horrible thought. I never thought anyone, no matter how vile and degenerate --
INZOLIAH: Why not?
MALVASIAN: He needs porters, like he said. He can't carry the chest and fight off the inhabitants of Eldengrove both.
DOLCETTUS: By Stendarr, of all the mean, conniving, typically Argonian --
INZOLIAH: And why do you need me alive?
SCHIAVAS: I don't necessarily. Except that you're prettier than the other two, for a smoothskin that is. And if something comes after us, it might go for you first.
There is a noise in some bushes nearby.
SCHIAVAS: Go check that out.
INZOLIAH: It's probably a wolf. These woods are filled with them. You check it out.
SCHIAVAS: You have a choice, Inzoliah. Go and you might live. Stay here, and you definitely won't.
Inzoliah considers and then goes to the bushes.
SCHIAVAS (to Malvasian and Dolcettus): The king of Silvenar will pay good money for the Mail, and we can divide it more nicely between three than four.
INZOLIAH: You're so right.
Inzoliah suddenly levitates up to the top of the stage. A semi-transparent Ghost appears from the bush and rushes at the next person, who happens to be Schiavas. As the barbarian screams and thrashes at it with his sword, it levels blasts of whirling gas at him. He crumbles to the ground. It turns next to Dolcettus, the healer, and as the Ghost focuses its feasting chill on the hapless Dolcettus, Malvasian casts a ball of flame at it that causes it to vaporize into the misty air. Inzoliah floats back down to the ground as Malvasian examines the bodies of Dolcettus and Schiavas, who are both white-faced from the draining power of the ghost.
MALVASIAN: You had some magicka reserved after all.
INZOLIAH: So did you. Are they dead?
Malvasian takes the potion of healing from Dolcettus's pack.
MALVASIAN: Yes. Fortunately, the potion of healing wasn't broken when he fell. Well, I guess this leaves just the two of us to collect the reward.
INZOLIAH: We can't get out of this place without each other. Like it or not.
The two battlemages pick up the chest and begin plodding carefully through the undergrowth, pausing from time to time at the sound of footsteps or other eerie noises.
MALVASIAN: Let me make sure I understand. You have a little bit of magicka left, so you elected to use it to make Schiavas the ghost's target, forcing me to use most of my limited reserve to destroy the creature so I wouldn't be more powerful than you. That's first-rate thinking.
INZOLIAH: Thank you. It's only logical. Do you have enough power to cast any other spells?
MALVASIAN: Naturally. An experienced battlemage always knows a few minor but highly effective spells for just such a trial. I take it you, too, have a few tricks up your sleeve?
INZOLIAH: Of course, like you said.
They pause for a moment before continuing as a fearful wail pierces the air. When it dies away, they slowly trudge on.
INZOLIAH: Just as an intellectual exercise, I wonder what spell you would cast at me if we made it out of here without any more combat.
MALVASIAN: I hope you're not implying that I would dream of killing you so I would keep the treasure all to myself.
INZOLIAH: Of course not, nor would I do that to you. It is merely an intellectual exercise.
MALVASIAN: Well, in that case, purely as an intellectual exercise, I would probably cast a leech spell on you, to take away your life force and heal myself. After all, there are brigands on the road between here and Silvenar, and a wounded battlemage with a valuable artifact would make a tempting target. I'd hate to survive Eldengrove merely to die in the open.
INZOLIAH: That's a well-reasoned response. As for myself, again, not saying I would ever do this, but I think a simple, sudden electrical bolt would serve my purposes admirably. I agree about the danger of brigands, but don't forget, we also have a potion of healing. I could easily slay you and heal myself to full capacity.
MALVASIAN: Very true. It would end up a question then of whose spell was more effective at that instant. If our spells counteracted one another and I leeched your life energy only to be crippled by your lightning bolt, then we could both be killed. Or so near death that a mere potion of healing would scarcely help either one of us, let alone both. How ironic it would be if two scheming battlemages, not saying we are scheming but for the purpose of this intellectual exercise, were left on the brink of death, completely drained of magicka, with one healing potion to choose from. Who would get it then?
INZOLIAH: Logically, whoever drank it first, which in this case would be you since you're holding it. Now, what if one of us were injured, but not killed?
MALVASIAN: Logic would dictate that a scheming battlemage would take the potion, leaving the injured party to the mercy of the elements, I suppose.
INZOLIAH: That does seem most sensible. But suppose that the battlemages, while certainly scheming types, had a certain respect for one another. Perhaps in that case, the victorious one might, for instance, put the potion up a tree near his or her gravely wounded victim. Then when the wounded party had enough magicka replenished, he or she would be able to levitate to the tree branches and recover the potion. By that time, the victorious battlemage would have already collected the reward.
They pause for a moment at the sound of something in the bushes nearby. Carefully, they climb across the branches of a tree to bypass it.
MALVASIAN: I understand what you're saying, but it seems out of character for our hypothetic scheming battlemage to allow his or her victim to live.
INZOLIAH: Perhaps. But it's been my observation that most scheming battlemages enjoy the feeling of having bested someone in combat, and having that person alive to live with the humiliation.
MALVASIAN: These hypothetical scheming battlemages sound ... (excitedly) Daylight! Do you see it?
The two scurry across the branch dropping behind a bush, so we can no longer see them. We can, however, see the shimmering halo of sunlight.
MALVASIAN (behind the tall bush): We made it.
INZOLIAH (likewise, behind the tall bush): Indeed.
There is a sudden explosion of electrical energy and a wild howling aura of red light, and then silence. After a few moment's pause, we hear someone climbing up the tree. It is Malvasian, putting the potion high up in the bough. He chuckles as he climbs back down and the curtain drops.
Epilogue. The curtain rises on a road to Silvenar. A gang of bandits have surrounded Malvasian, who is propped up on his staff, barely able to stand. They pull his chest away from him with ease.
BANDIT #1: What have we got here? Don't you know it ain't safe to be out on the road, all sick like you are? Why don't we help you with your load?
MALVASIAN (weakly): Please ... Let me be ...
BANDIT #2: Go on, spellcaster, fight us for it!
MALVASIAN: I can't ... too weak ...
Suddenly, Inzoliah flies in, casting lightning bolts from her fingers at the bandits, who quickly scramble away. She lands on the ground and picks up the chest. Malvasian collapses, dying.
MALVASIAN: Hypothetically, what if ... a battlemage cast a spell on another which didn't harm him at once, but ... drained his life force and his magicka, bit by bit, so he wouldn't know at the time, but ... feel confident enough to leave the potion of healing behind?
INZOLIAH: A most treacherous battlemage she'd be.
MALVASIAN: And ... hypothetically ... would she be likely to help her fallen foe ... so that she could enjoy the humiliation of him continuing ... to live?
INZOLIAH: From my experience, hypothetically, no. She doesn't sound like a fool.
As Inzoliah lugs the chest off toward Silvenar, and Malvasian expires on the stage, we drop the curtain.

Relating Algorithms Solving Techniques to Real Life

Indeed, Algorithms is the most thought provoking class I have taken so far. Other than the obvious application in computer programs, we can apply algorithm techniques to our personal lives.

1. Divide and Conquer
Wonder how to get started when your problem is too big? No problemo. Divide your problem into smaller subproblems, solve them, combine the solutions and you'll have conquered the problem. This is the way to get rid of procrastination. If the problem is too big, you're hesitant to get started. So just solve a small part of the problem, first! As the Chinese proverb goes, "water can pierce through rock". No matter how big the problem is, given enough time and patience, you can solve all of the smaller problems, and hence, the big problem itself.

2. Dynamic Programming
To put it simply, in dynamic programming, you keep the results of your smaller problems, because your big problem might have many identical subproblems. In other words, once you have done something important, do not discard it, for it may be useful. E.g. every module in NUS requires some foundation. The trend is to forget the modules you studied when a next semester arrives, but that is a fallacy. Don't just forget everything. Your brain is huge enough to handle it. For example, my current module LSM3231 Protein Structure and Function requires a good foundation of basic biochemistry, and I regret that I did not study hard enough for biochemistry before.

3. Greedy Algorithms
Get your priorities right. In greedy algorithms, you always take the best choice available at the moment. I think this is quite self-explanatory, no?

4. NP-Hard Problems
Some problems are just impossible to solve efficiently.Don't just blindly delve into solving a problem; know when to stop.

Here's a nice comic to sum up this post:


This, my friend, is an example of a NP-Complete problem. You don't need to know what is NP-Complete to understand the comic. Just know that it's is damn hard to find exactly $15.05 worth of appetizers (Note: it may be easy enough for a small list, but take a big list...). If you can show that this problem can be solved quickly (i.e. P=NP), it means all of the NP-Complete problems can be solved quickly too. Also, you'll get a million dollars to boot (Millennium Prize Problems). By the way, many people have tried to prove P=NP. Here is an example of a crazy date who did that.

Lazy Generation

I always want to facepalm myself when people take lifts for 2 storeys or less. Today, I witnessed someone taking the lift in SoC from level 1 to level 2. Actually, it happens quite regularly.

Sometimes, my friends really piss me off. I can understand if it's like 4 storeys or so, but 2 storeys, and going down the stairs? Please... Lifts are a waste of time and energy for that. But I think I will never understand, because I try to take the stairs whenever possible (if taking the lift isn't significantly faster). For example, when I go home, I always take 6 storeys of stairs, because it's just faster than taking the lift. I love a good work out, and I believe that exercise is good for you. But I think people are too used to taking the lazy way out and they get so used to it, they can't take even a little bit of work out. It's all a vicious cycle in the end.

Today, something my friend said really puzzled me. She said she didn't want to walk up two storeys of stairs right before the exam because it will make her forget about things. I hope she meant it as a joke because I really don't understand it. Firstly, moderate amounts of exercise doesn't make you forget things. In fact it helps you remember better. As a bio student, she should know that the brain requires oxygen, and exercise, of course, improves circulation of blood and therefore supply of oxygen to the brain. Secondly, exercise also makes you feel good due to endorphins, which makes you feel good and raises your morale. Of course, extreme exercise will probably make you forget things! But, two storeys of stairs? Come on... I was quite peeved because we were gonna be late for the exam. On hindsight, I should have just taken the stairs! God. In the end, I was late for the exam by 1 or 2 minutes. That may be little, but every minute counts to me! Gosh, seriously. Thank god I was able to finish the exam in time. F**king hell. It was an important exam to me, because Life Science exams really suck and I really need to squeeze as many marks as possible.

A Few Short Anime Reviews for Oct 2011 (Fall Season)

I picked up on three series that seemed interesting.
Hunter X Hunter, Guilty Crown, and Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon.

1st of all, Hunter X Hunter was recommended by my friends. Also, it is definitely a must-watch for all shounen fans. No kidding. The characters are annoying but they are also awesome at the same time. I'm tempted to watch the old series, but I shall just stick to the new one. Btw, even though I don't like metal, the ending theme is f**king awesome.

2nd, Guilty Crown. I love sci-fi shows. But that is not the reason you must watch this show. The reason is Inori.




Oh my angel!!!!



 You want to give it to me? <3


Damn you, lucky Shu.

It's the overused "transfer student" crap.

Whose hand is that?


...

What? Pretty girl is living with me? I so did not expect that.


Good, because that's for MY EYES only.

I'll give you anything!!!!!


AWWWWW~ <3


Are you gonna shoot my friend?!

Come on!

INORI!!!!! Help me!





Did I mention how awesome the ending is? And it seems to change with every episode! PLUS IT'S ***KING SUPERCELL! And of course we end with awesome Inori art.


I hope the tribute to Inori did not scare you away (Well you're still reading, right?). Anyways, let's continue.
3rd, Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon. Yep, it is another sci-fi show. I am a sucker for sci-fi settings in anime, regardless of whether it sucks or not. First thing to note: If you love boobs, watch this anime. The girls have ridiculously big boobs. (And also ridiculously small boobs. Talk about no boobs at all, literally. One of them got em... removed)

That aside, this anime is just plain confusing. The writers throw so many characters and so much background information on you in the first few episodes, it ain't even funny. I've lost track of the different places the anime moved to. And most of all, the main hero is gonna confess to a girl who died 10 years ago. Also, the world is gonna end. What?!

Regardless, I think I've reached the hook point at about the 4th episode. There is just a mystery so mysterious that it begs me to watch the rest of the series.. Plus, boobs. Plus, sci-fi. Plus, cool character designs. Plus, the main hero's face makes me want to punch him. Ijou.