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Sunday, July 25, 2004

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phew its been a long time since i blogged... not that much time now wither to make a long entry either... where shall i begin? had 2 tests last week, handed in portfolio, so on and so forth..
sigh. ac debate lost out in the semis. its a year of upsets yea? firs in euro, then here :P well gratz to sc anyway for winning... yea and sorry to y'all for not comin down... had geog... so yea. fieldstudies at east coast was quite lame. ended up listening to a 1 hour geog lecture from professor tay but got bored after a while cause he was just repeating himself... as do most geog teachers. sigh. we want our hwee koon :P anyway, the whole thing was q shibai... wanted to go bowling but then ended up that most of the pple had to go somewhere, or go home... anyways i had no cash anyway, so i ended up going back home... haha... i guess they still went eventually.
anyhow. ff8 has been fun! im now at the esthar area and i can already do some 1337 dmg with irvine and ap ammo.... anyhow, i just got 100 aura stones so that helps too... hehe missed out on alexander tho, so that might affect my game later... at least the acq. of doomtrain might be hard...
went to kaleidoscope on fri with litz. was q ok, tho i fell asleep during the guitar's performance cause it was so boring.... apparently all 3 acts did better on saturday cause they were performing to a capacity crowd... gah. o well. guess there's not much else to be said, cept there was this leet guy who clapped right after the chamber started performing (tham - "what's your problem?!") and made everyone stare at him... sigh. some pple are just so boliao yea...
regardless. i better be going now. see ya!

Nobuo Uematsu - Liberi Fatali
(left is latin, right is english)

Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec

Succession of Witches

(anagram of FLWV, with ``Love'')

Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei

Cunae non sunt

Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali

Somnus non eat

Wake from your sleep, my children,

The childhood years (cradles) are gone.

Wake from your sleep, fated children,

The peace (rest) is gone.

Surgite

Invenite

Veni hortum veritatis

Horti verna veritatis

Rise!

Search!

Go to the true garden,

The garden of vernal truth.

Ardente veritate

Urite mala mundi

Ardente veritate

Incedite tenebras mundi

Fiery truth

Burn the evil world.

Fiery truth

Light the dark world.

Velete, liberi

Diebus fatalibus

Goodbye, children,

The day has died.

Fithos Lusec Wecos Vinosec

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