With the end of the Black Office Arc, I'm now changing this journal into an RP one. Most of the action will be related to the Nexus (aka sages_of_chaos) but I'll be dumping stuff here randomly as well from time to time.

For those interested in listening to my real life ramblings, please go HERE. This means Imouto Divabat, Tai Ka Che Lin, Che Ches Vivian, Ade, and Celeste, DustyHawk, Yiliang, and John. I'll see you guys about ya? :)

Sincerely, and hoping you had a swell ride so far,

The Mun, Creator and Writer of Collage. ^_^

PS: Please forgive me if I missed anyone.

Edit One (Since I'm sure that there'll be more): New BKRG info for the kids available at bukucontengan. Have fun!
:)

*BEEP!*

Hie! You've reached Naoko, Sukina, Celeste and Kurei!!! We're not around right now, but you can leave a message specifying who it is that you want to talk to after the beep and we'll get right back to you!

Ja Ne!!!

*Beep!*

Thanks to LadySeishou for finding the actual quote and otter_nanowrimo on Dreamwidth for mentioning it:

Yeah, well, the inspiration of a new story is exciting. But if you wind up not finishing ninety percent of what you start, guess what happens. After a few years you’ll have written 100 beginnings, 40 middles, and only 10 endings. Which means you’ll be great at writing beginnings, only so-so at middles, and you’ll suck at endings. Which means you will almost certainly keep faltering between the middle and the end of every story, which means you’ll keep giving up and not finishing . . . Rinse, repeat.

And that’s a hole you don’t want to fall into. So finish, even if you know this story isn’t going to win you the Nobel Prize—it’s good practice to type THE END.

It’s a great writing tip from Scott Westerfield.

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Preliminary news from Malaysiakini:

High Court: MACC’s night interrogation illegal

In a landmark decision today, the Kuala Lumpur High Court ruled the Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission is not entitled to interrogate witnesses late at night.

Justice Mohd Ariff Md Yusof ruled that it was illegal for the MACC to question its witnesses at night as such questioning must be done during the daytime.

“The term day to day as stipulated in the MACC Act cannot mean round the clock.”

“Following this, the court allows the application for the declaration,” he said.

He also ordered costs to be paid to the plaintiff, Kajang councillor Tan Boon Hwa.

Tan filed a suit on July 22 claiming that the MACC had falsely imprisoned him when he was detained for questioning during the odd hours.

He said that he was questioned late at night along with the dead political aide Teoh Beng Hock on July 16.

MACC meanwhile had contended they had the right to interrogate witnesses at odd hours.

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Directly inspired by Karcy saying I called her a feminist.

I am a person, the home to many.

Within me lies the power of words
The truth I seek is the truth I own
Many faces, many sides, many façades do I present
Each that you see is a reflection of me.

Identities I have many
Sister, friend, mother, daughter, lover, friend
Conventional, but for
The mischief maker, the sensual one, the defiant child, the angry woman, the bullying voice, the fearsome stature, the woman I am
I am all of these, yet each are me.

Personalities I have but one
Within that one I have many modes
Childlike, fangirl, sober, serious, humourous, mournful…
Aching, despairing, hopeful, broken hearted.

The world, it wants to define me
It tells me I am Asian
It says I am a Christian
My nation is Malaysian
My race is human.

Labels I see, labels I peel
Pretty pretty sticky things
No meaning do they have for me
But for the roadmaps they point out.

Once I said I am woman, hear me roar
Now I say I am human, hear me speak
Lend me your ears, open your mind
Give me your hand, show me your tale

Many identities do I have
Many more shall I seek
By my conscience and my choices
This life, in my hands, is for me to take.

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I am one person, but within me lies the seeds of a community.

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This is Nur Zalikha bt Khalid. She’s 17 and has been missing since Saturday, 14 November, 2009. If you have seen her, please let us know. Her family is frantic over worry for her. She’s gone home. Thanks all!

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Note to self:

Inari
White long hair
Golden eyes
Slim build
Stands at least at 6ft

Sakae
Medium-ish blond hair (short curls around his shoulders)
Blue eyes (I think?)
More muscular than Inari
Stands at least at 5ft 11

*Rereads* Damnit they tower over Naoko. *emos*

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AHOY THERE! Yaoi ahead. With some angst. No porn unless you count kissing porn. :3 Enjoy! And don’t blame me if you click on the link.

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(6:16:53 PM) Vin: Ian You mean you like to feel yourself?
(6:16:54 PM) Ian: Bloody Vin I’m gonna rape you!
(6:18:02 PM) geminianeyes: Vin, Ian can I take pictures?

Yes I am sadistic.

Added after clicking publishing:

Vin: Ian I’l bring a holed watermelon and some Jelly on Monday you can do whatever you want

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I’ve been looping this song since 10am something. It’s perfect for my current mood. English under the cut, as usual~

Lyrics below:

Gensoumaden Saiyuki 2nd End Theme
Sung by: Shimokawa Mikuni
Lyrics: Sumiyo Mutsumi
Composition/Arrangement: ab:fly

Romanji
kawaita kaze ga fuku
machi wa kogoeteiru
ikutsu no kisetsu ga sotto oto mo naku
sugisatta no darou

yukikau hito wa mina
omoi nimotsu seotte
tooku ni yureru kagerou no naka ni
ashita wo mitsukeru

kono te wo koboreochiru
suna no you na kanjou
ano toki mune ni sasatta
kotoba ga fui ni uzuku kedo

hatenai yoru wo kazoe nagara
jibun no kakera sagashiteita
ushinau hodo ni kono omoi ga
tashika ni natteku
ima nara kitto aruite yukeru doko made mo

doushite kono sora wa
konna ni hiroi no darou
sakende mite mo koe ni naranakute
namida ga afureta

jiyuu ni kaze kitte
toritachi wa doko e yuku no
sugoshita jikan no you ni
onaji basho ni modorenai

kono mama yume wo akiramete mo
takanaru kodou osae kirenai
itsuka wa kitto chikadzukitai
ano kumo no takasa
mou ichido kokoro ni tsubasa hiroge tabidatou

kanarazu tadoritsukeru hazu

hatenai yoru wo kazoe nagara
jibun no kakera sagashiteita
ushinau hodo ni kono omoi ga
tashika ni natteku
ima nara kitto aruite yukeru doko made mo

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During lunch:

SixthSeal to new copywriter (who’s a guy): I like that kind of face! *earnest*

Then

Ian: Chris and me should be able to feel each other.

Third:

Ian: You’re welcome to feel me anytime.

Joicy: Feel or Fill?

Ian: Both.

Joicy: I shouldn’t have said that.

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Dear Fujoshi Sentai (or BL Lovers)

http://geminianeyes.com/?p=4516

Password is Sentai

Enjoy!

Me: *Puts poor Hibird on Shugo, away from Ian*

Wind_Goddess: >D *Takes pen and aims at Hibird from her cubicle* (Shugo is sitting on the cubicle divider)

Me: :O *Holds up packet of coffee*

Wind_Goddess: !!! *Puts down pen in a hurry and goes back to work*

Me: >DDD

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I really, really think you should all have a look at this (if you haven’t already).

Special note goes out to Karcy and Ela. Also to all women, attached or not, and all the men, the same for you. The in-betweens, I’d like you all to have a read too!

Love
Me. :3

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Was writing this in a darkened room (my bedroom) on Q10 when my word war alarm beeped and I jumped. Here, have a laugh:

Ta’Lern turned the door’s knob. To his surprise, it turned easily. He looked up at Raishan in surprise. Now they both knew something was wrong; Marissa always locked the door, mainly because it gave her that extra warning time when Renami’s visits were imminent. Though it had been years since they had met, she did it anyway. And she would have never left the door unanswered for this long either. The two brothers came to a consensus fairly quickly; Ta’Lern kicked the door opened.

The smell assaulted them.

Air escaped from the confines of the house out into the open, bringing with it the smell of rotting flesh and so much more. It was at least five days old. Even before their eyes adjusted to the darkness, Ta’Lern and Raishan knew what they would find, having been brought up to kill and on the battlefields. The only question was whose bodies were there.

“Annwn, they’re dead,” Raishan took out a handkerchief and covered his nose.

He followed Ta’Lern in. Stopping by the frame of the door, he used the edge of the gun to switch on the lights. The lights flickered and then came to life. As they did, he heard skitterings in front of him and realised what it was.

There were rodents and other stuff on the floor. Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the floors, and on the furniture. It looked like someone had tried to pain the hallway red using the blood from the three bodies on the floor. They had been clawed to death, innards, limbs, everything was everywhere.

Annwn did not step in, but merely watched from where she was. She made a retching sound; the siblings were still not used to smelling such rotteness no matter how many times they were exposed to it. It was not something to be proud of.

“Three days,” Ta’Lern was squatting down to one of the three bodies. He was examining the woman closest to them.

It looked like a man and woman had been fleeing from the door when it caught them. From the moment of impact, they were dead. Their backs faced them, their spines exposed. Just to be sure, Ta’Lern used the edge of his gun to turn the woman over. The grotesques and bloated face of Marissa was looking at them. Her eyes were closed though, and Ta’Lern pointed to her neck; she had been killed by a snapped neck, which was a quick and painless death at least.

Raishan walked over to his brother, using his boots to turn the body next to the female over onto his back. This one had a look of horror on his face, with his eyes bulging out. In front, there was a slash across his neck, but from experience, they knew it was not enough to kill a person. No, that one had been for torture.

If the wounds on the front of the man was any indication, he had suffered long. Raishan could not say that he was unhappy about it. The chain the man wore was Renami’s favourite. His coat was tattered, and there were self-defense wounds all over him; Renami had fought for his life.

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Dedicated to Alys of LJ. :p

Sakae closed his eyes and let the Fox God’s long fingers gently carress his scalp. It felt good to simply relax and not think. He should be thinking, but he could not remember why. It was important and had to do with someone important in his life, but he could not remember why.

For long minutes he simply lay on the Fox God’s lap, soaked in a spell-induced blissful state. Inari’s hands were very gentle, touching the boy on his shoulder, running his fingers through his hair, and once, for a few minutes, holding his hand. The boy had squeezed it, as though in thanks.

“By the Creator I could eat this one up,” Inari thought to himself as he made the boy sit up, then undid the belt Kishan had used to hold Sakae.* His movements were suggestive but firm.

Sakae did not move after Inari had released him, content to smile at the Fox God’s face. Instead, he concentrated his attention on the God’s soft lips. There was naked desire within it. Inari suspect that with the exception of Knuko, no one had ever treated the boy with respect and desire; that would be the reason why he was so vulnerable to the spell.

“I release thee,” Inari came close and breathed the words onto Sakae’s lips, just barely kissing him. “Only remember me, and call me if thoust has need of me,” Inari succumbed to temptation and kissed the boy’s lips.

The boy’s mouth devoured Inari’s as soon as they touched. There was decades, perhaps hundreds of years’ desire suppressed in that one kiss. The emotion the boy released in that kiss threatened to overwhelm Inari. He had had male and female lovers before, but none of them, mortal or not, were as exquisite as this.

“No more,” Inari breathed, finally pulling away.

Sakae too, was breathless. The boy looked so helpless, Inari forced himself to stand. Never since the first time he had laid eyes on the cub Rourke, had he felt such desire to protect something. The only child of the current Ruler of Foxes’ Caves and Inari’s chief Priestess, Rourke had proven to be both a disappointment and a joy to Inari. Rourke had fallen hard for Celeste’s daughter, the reason why he now pursued Naoko. The great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Rourke, the child held power that Inari wanted back.

Which was the reason why he was here, almost as helples as a Mortal. That brought Inari back to where he was. He stood up abruptly. Sakae looked hurt, so Inari gave the boy his gentlest smile.

“Seek me should thy Master grow weary of thee.”

* Note, the belt was not there in some kinky scene, but was used to stop Sakae from struggling when he was being transported like a sack of potatoes from one room to another. Yes Sakae was a hostage and I shall stop it here.

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Is that the plot bunnies will often creep up on you unawares. I now have three plot bunnies running around in my head. One will make it into my plot somehow. The other two will need to wait till December. One of them will be my first attempt at a Malay romance novel.

The opening line?

“Eh, tudung lah.”

I blame Calvin completely for this one.

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How my uncle got played out by “Christians” who promised to support him financially for the home, but in the end did not fulfil their promises. I say Christians because they specifically identified themselves as Christians and made promises by that identity.

Some people whom I’ve had to work with in recent days has left me with this bad impression of whomever holds a title in my old churches. My “seniors” all seem to care far more about what other people can do for them, hiding their own inadequancies, laziness, and carelessness under a veneer of “serving God.”

They have a martyr’s mentality. The entitlement mentality also ensures the belief that they are right, and that others should bow down them because of them “sacrificing” their time. Please la.

Just because you paid us to do a job does not mean we are at your beck and call. You have no right to treat us as your slaves simply because you seem to have religion. Don’t hold us responsible for YOUR irresponsibility.

And some people wonder why I hate my religion.

Disclaimer: I’m referring specifically NOT to Protestants.

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Yes, I consider this a civic duty to tell everyone that the BIG BAD WOLF SALE IS BACK! Thanks to the tip-off from Eyeris:

Host: Big Bad Wolf Books
Start Time: Thursday, 26 November 2009 at 10:00
End Time: Wednesday, 02 December 2009 at 21:00
Location: Level 3 (former cinema lot opposite McDonald’s), Amcorp Mall

Sales up to 70-90% discount. That means books as cheap as RM9. Or less.

… MY WALLET! *Cries*

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