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I got a 59 for my review of The Legend of Dragoon. I think it was justified, but I loved it. I thought it was my best work - blending fiction and reviewing together. I suppose it was really out there. But I'm starting to think that my reviews are better received when I'm just professional or something.

I'm starting to think that the more I love my review, the worse of a score it gets. Herm...

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Queen Latifah: The hell I'm doin' on a blog on a gamin' website.

Sorry, but that's the way LoD rolls.

Don't be frettin' my review, 'caus it's chillin'.

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Sat down and took a hard look at my FF9 review and made numerous edits. *Keeps fingers crossed*

On a side note, I went to a sushi bar yesterday. And with my parents and a guest, we ordered sashimi for 3 people. What came out was a 1 foot by 1 foot plate. So today I'm having breakfast, lunch, and dinner sashimi - and salmon roe for dessert.

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Since there wasn't much RotW this week, I'll just say that I was in the top three. I think that woodhouse's review should be there as well.

I'm being caught up in the Summer Bash competition. Probably because it's the biggest thing we've held yet.

I got the shivers.

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Thank you, Legend of Dragoon, for making it clear that my childhood memories are but a big, fat lie.

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This review took me longer than most, but it got done. Let me hope you like it.

Final Fantasy IX

I just realized that I like instant noodles. Maybe it's the MSG...or because I can't cook.

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The cuff of a tuxedo, wrapped in plastic, drifts in the wind that comes from the air conditioner. Light, illuminating from the screen of my laptop, shines on the crevices between the wrinkles of plastic. The dark room covers my skin like hollow weight. Staring again, the plastic now jangles like the fingers of a skeleton. It moves like my father's face. It lingers with life as it tells me of my youth. My body turns cold and my eyes turn dry, but I dare not turn off the air conditioner. Without the wind, the plastic would sink into the lining of the suit and tell me my father is dead.

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