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Post by Basil on Feb 5, 2011 15:30:47 GMT 7
Eating candy while listening to Chopin's Nocturno is an interesting combination. I don't think it being grape flavored makes a major difference.
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Post by Basil on Feb 6, 2011 0:27:16 GMT 7
How did I get from Wikileaks to contemplating about human relationships? >.< I guess I've reached saturation point!
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Post by Basil on Feb 6, 2011 0:34:46 GMT 7
Not everything can be reduced to economics. I guess that would be the ideal. Sadly, the more I learn, the more economic value I can see in a lot ... of things. ~.~
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Post by Basil on Feb 6, 2011 14:55:05 GMT 7
Violette reminds me of a venus flytrap. She has plant based abilities but she loves meat.
Rucran: *head desk* Not more plant based analogies!
Basil: ^^; Sorry. She's just... more entertaining? She's has more control over plants than Nyx.
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Post by Basil on Feb 7, 2011 0:02:40 GMT 7
And off I go. Soon. =3 Resume posting in the morrow.
Sorry guys... too much ethics is bad for you! >.<
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Post by Basil on Feb 8, 2011 10:53:55 GMT 7
Sleepy...
=P Being so nervous makes me more tired.
Lol...
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Post by Basil on Feb 10, 2011 12:26:50 GMT 7
I still can't decide if including the Meiji Restoration will be good for the essay...
Already the lit review from post war Japan is extensive. ><
</3 there's no way to win in history! Someone always has a trump card!
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Post by Basil on Feb 10, 2011 12:29:27 GMT 7
And.. I still need to decide on topics for three more essays!
Oo one on cultural preservation (hopefully through language), one on copyright laws and ... a lengthy ethics discourse involving technology.
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Post by Basil on Feb 10, 2011 14:10:04 GMT 7
I love this upload by Turrent!
It's called "When I Come Home My Wife Always Pretends to be Dead"! Their relationship dynamics is adorable. =3
Lyrics:
When I opened the door my wife was on the ground
A kitchen knife stuck in her back
The floor was covered with blood
Some other person might have fainted from the sight
But when I, calmly
Laughed,
"Today's clean-up looks troublesome"
My wife, still lying face-down,
Chuckled, he he he, satisfied
My wife is always playing dead when I return home.
What sort of death she'll be acting tomorrow
I can't imagine
One day an arrow was stuck in her head
Or she'd be in an army uniform clutching a gun
When an ocean sunfish costume was dead
I wanted to just close the door
Cleaning up afterwards is quite a pain
Wiping away the blood from the floor
Cooking dinner with the arrow still through her head
Was something I'd like to be spared from
My wife is always playing dead when I return home.
Praising her even a bit makes her go overboard
So I try to ignore it as much as I can
Before we married, even though we were busy
I had fun just seeing her
Driving around with no purpose through the night
We'd even gone to see the ocean one night
After we married, I got subordinates
And work became a lot of fun
My wife, sitting and waiting alone at home
I'd never given thought about
My wife is always playing dead when I return home
Whether it's because she wants to go back to those days
I don't know
When I return home, seeing my wife's acting as she waits for me
If that's the shape of our love
Then I guess that's fine
My wife is always playing dead when I return home.
How did she die today?
I open the door with eager anticipation
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2011 15:48:47 GMT 7
Cream horns...
Nice and squirty...
>.< But they spoil so fast! *dilemma* Should I eat more but feel compelled to jog off the extra calories?
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2011 15:57:58 GMT 7
>.< Undergraduate essays are like a short, well-written apology for not having more time to read other academic sources...
[unless you are great at speed reading and can finish journal articles in no time flat, I think...]
=/ I wonder if a master's student really reads enough at the end of their research period even though they read a ton!
*no longer wonders why lecturers are either amused or annoyed by student submissions*
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2011 20:35:33 GMT 7
I know I'm stressed when I miss being hyper. And I lack sleep when I start dreaming of marshmallows. ~.~ Luckily it's not the latter...
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2011 21:00:48 GMT 7
Fail appropriation of 'the cake is a lie' ...
Diet Coke is a Lie.
They totally mean two different things. One talks about false motivators, the other of deceptions.
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Post by Basil on Feb 12, 2011 22:35:42 GMT 7
Cross-eyed!
I have been typing sorry instead of summary! *head desk*
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Post by Basil on Feb 15, 2011 12:40:22 GMT 7
The aporic butterfly vs. the technocolored firefly...
Really these are just flights of fantasy...
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