Y Thursday, December 27, 2007
1:38 am
Wow. Been some time already. These past few days were hella hectic, complimented with extreme and irregular sleeping times. I can feel fatigue snake its tendrils into me. Tired.Xmas eve was a slow affair, pretty much just welcomed Darren back into Singapore, had the countdown at his place and exchanged some presents. Came back home and saw my sisters friends having a countdown party, those newbs took like 3 sips of alcohol mixed with soft drinks and knocked out. Some were more tolerant, but they looked like they were gonna bomb anytime soon.
Christmas.. well, you'd expect me to write something long, but at the time of writing, I'm really more enamored by the party I just came back from.
Anyway, Christmas. Yeah, MC and Darren crashed my place coz they had no where else to spend the Christmas. Cousins and extended family all came, and what can I say. It sucks having your cousin and her boyfriend be Ex-VJ alumni while they ask you where you went.
TPJC, okay? For anyone that still doesn't know, that is. No I'm not proud of it. Go ahead, troll me. Elitist jerk that got into a rock bottom JC. Heh. If I really end up there, I'm topping the school. Lesson learnt.
Anyway, I digress. Some new (or rather, old faces not seen in sometime) faces this year. My dad's ex-colleague, and his family. Gawsh he's son's grown. Aww. Still pretty much has the same face as I remember him though, cept his hair is dyed and he doesn't seem like any type of chap I usually mix with.
His sister looked like an 18 year old with a 30 year old boyfriend named "Kong" who, as you guessed, dyed the entirety of their hair brown, looked rather gruff. To match his look, the fella does stunt biking.
Now I'm not saying anything. IF you read and elitism or arrogance, it's misplaced. Bottom line: These people, not my type.
But hey, I'm not saying that the dyeing of hair is a sign of "OMG LOL FAIL". No.
If it helps, another new face had his hair dyed, yes, but he was pleasant company and we chatted for a bit. A year younger, 15, in Queenstown Sec. taking PoA. Always wondered what exactly they learned. I suppose I'll ask when I have the time.
Anyway, Darren came over and we jammed Guitar Hero 3 for a bit. Effin failed Through the Fire and Flames. Crap. We passed it twice, I swear. Pretty much sums up Christmas.
Boxing was a really more lively and fun affair, despite me being dead for a big majority.
MC got me a super nice and big Billabong pencil case. Woot. Finally, a place to store all my stationary. I swear I won't lose it. :D He got himself and Darren polo tees, which looked pretty good too.
Jollyn gave me a really sweet handmade Christmas card that she spent 2 hours on, Darren had one too. I really appreciate it, would have beat any gift you got. Thanks (:
HIGHLIGHT: Some party MC and I got invited to, and Darren was given the green light when we asked if he could tag.
Skeptical at first. I was practically a living zombie, floating and flitting around PP and talking like a twit, attention practically not there to do anything.
Also, it was something organized by his Youth Service leaders, so yeah, I was kinda afraid I wouldn't be too comfortable.
Boy was I wrong. The people there were totally (pardon me) awesome. /end
Teenagerspeak.
Really uber friendly and sporting. First we ate a lil, not too hungry, but the food was pretty good. All home made too. Well done sisters =P. (The hosts.)
For most part, the peeps there are like uber smart. Mostly VJ, there was this SCGS girl, Audrey, who effin 7 pointed her prelims. SCGS? 7 points? Wtf.
The sisters themselves, 3 were in NUS, one taking law, and the remaining planning to go into a U in Australia. Straight As for her A levels. Lawldongs.
Really, for the first time in my life, I was like, hey, I'm pit bottom. That kinda feeling, I tell you, really really blows. Hard.
Anyway, yeah, the real fun part was when we played the games. Hunter and Polar Bear ad Villager-game-thingy was especially fun, a lot better than the lame icebreaker thingy, since basically everyone was unfamiliar with each other, points were scored by random lucky answers.
Yeah. Polar bear thing. A few people are selected at random to be either Polar Bears or Hunters. Rest are Villagers.
Polar Bears: Kill hunters!
Hunters: Kill polar bears!
Villagers: Get killed, and hold voting power.
Hunters know who the polar bears are, but not vice versa. Villagers are idiots and know nothing. So a round goes like this
Polar bears pick a person to kill off, of course everyone has their heads down. so no one knows who the polar bears are. Huntards can be killed as well. No arguements. Game master informs who becomes bear chow after.
Then villagers get to pick who they suspect to be a polar bear, and vote the bugger out. Of course he gets a chance to argue his case, but for the most part, the more you talk, the less convincing you are. LOL. No one except hunters know who the hunters are. So hunters must aid the villagers while making sure they aren't suspicious themselves.
Upon death, said person must reveal if he was innocent or not.
Yeah, Darren and I were the newbies, who were thinking and discussing too much. Yay for getting killed off early. Darren had experience, MC too, and was the polar bear. Bleh.
Next was some story telling thing. Cute. They had people act out the scenes about how Jesus came about. Well, whether I believe or not, it was pretty funny and cute, watching them makeshift actors fool about. (Acting was 'orrible. But funny anyway rofl.)
After celebrating the birthday of 3 people, and taking some pictures, the party basically ended. A big chunk of people still stayed, and some played Cluedo while the rest opted for assorted party games. (Aka Darren, MC and I)
BIG FUN ROFL.
First we played that 7 level pig thing. Think heart attack. Slowest becomes a pig. Last again and you become pig level two. TALK to the pig and you become a pig of the same level. Sabotage and table smashing ensue.
Shit, I took the cake though. I got 4 matching cards, showed them, and was the last to cup my hand on my nose. (The heart attack action.) WTF? I was like one of the two remaining humans ):
Next game was kinda short, but fun. Drinking game, cept there's no alcohol. Water is good 'nuff. That stuff fills people real quick. Ace to 5 are the number of units you drink. Half a cup = 1 unit. Black, you drink. Red, you select who drinks.
The rest are assorted power cards, like toilet pass, immunity, change the one rule etc. Ya can't say the words Water, Drink or point at anyone. Sabotage again. Honestly, these games are really really fun at parties. Good to unwind, break the ice and in general just make a fool out of yourself.
Thank you Yisi for laughing as you were drinking and spitting out the contents onto all of us. LOL. Hella funny.
MC in particular, was the master saboteur. Crap, for the whole game, he was trying to think of ways to get people to say "Drink" "Water" or point lol. Except everytime he succeeded, he said Drink or Water.
Gotta love Matthew (whicked drummer) for introducing the game. Lawl.
Well it got late, and yeah, time to go. Hell, Tim went off earlier than us. We shoulda gone, but it was too much fun rofl. Zhilin drove us to the nearest MRT station, a gesture which was rather unexpected but welcome. Honestly, these people are really nice. (Though at the start Zhilin and Zhini, both twin sisters, tried to trick us. Bugger. Wanted to kill us in the icebreaker games.)
Good fun, and though it was a Christian Christmas party kinda, I had a great time. Maybe I'll tag along when Tim calls me again, if there's any function. Sadly, attending the service seems unlikely. Clash of beliefs. Going there just for making friends is just wrong.
Had a blast. Maybe I'll attend one service to see how it goes. Peace out.
Y Saturday, December 22, 2007
11:19 pm
Celebrated my dear daughter's birthday yesterday.To think she and Sara thought it'd have been a mammoth effort to get me to come, and that it'd be unlikely I'd show up. Sheesh.
I am not a stay at home boy! I swear!
Give me reason enough to get out, organize something, I'll be one of the first to sign up. Heck, these few days have been pretty hectic. Tomorrow will be Jollyn's performance with The Wild Empire at the Singapore Arts Museum. Granted, it cost a pretty penny at $15, but hey, I expect it'd be pretty enjoyable. I've always liked chorals, albeit more haunting and chilling ones.
Regardless, we met at Ngee Ann City and after 2 hours ish of walking around, me and MC, who were supposed to do all the sai kang, while the two Saras brought Jollyn around to distract her, we found a nice cake and settled for dinner at Crystal Jade Kitchen.
Was pretty damned funny, we wanted something nice, so we thought, HEY! Let us take a look at Crystal Jade Palace.
Wait, why's it empty? Why're all the waiters and waitresses dressed to the nines and taking such dainty steps? There seems to be something awkward about that menu! It's odd, two digits of which the first doens't begin with anything less than 5! Try four digits with a decimal point separating the first three from the last. Cute.
Alright, that's out. Angus Steakhouse then! Sounds cool, and western is always okay for all.
$100+ Per steak.
DO NOT WANT.
SO yeah, Crystal Jade Kitchen. They were late, so every 5 minutes we sat at the table ordering nothing, a waiter would promptly place not-so-gently a plastic display with mini-menu clasped in it.
*KLOP* Dishes.
*KLOP* Drinks/Desserts.
When they finally did come, dinner was a simple, pleasant affair. Thank god Louis and his cronies didn't find us. What part of private dinner do they not understand? If Sarah was right, they'd search every effin Crystal Jade in Ngee Ann City. Bloody hell, thank god there were 6+ Crystal Jade crap in the whole place. What Crystal Jade Korean BBQ Ginseng Chicken, Crystal Jade Xiao Long Bao and La Mian, Crystal Jade Kitchen, Crystal Jade Palace, etc. Lulz.
We tried our utmost and hardest to make the cake a surprise, but the waitress just kinda didn't get our intentions and blew it when she asked where to light the candles. Oh well. I bet Jollyn knew from the start anyway.
After dinner we kinda walked around Orchard to see the Xmas displays. Pretty stuff. Haven't really been to Orchard during Xmas for a loooong time. Stuffy, crowded and noisy, but rather enjoyable nonetheless. Pretty lights, interesting displays (including a man posing as a statue, as well as a man with 2 legs and crutches in sit up position. That was hella weird and we phailed to get the point of it.)
Jollyn's dad brought us home next, so yeah, great guy, really. Jollyn really oughta be nicer to him. As a side note, fellas, I still do not get what was supposed to be missing about Sara that day. Halp?
Nothing to thank me for. If anything, it was a request. Reminder, even, for something set in the past. Don't thank me. Please, someone, anyone. Give me drowning lessons.
Y Tuesday, December 18, 2007
10:23 pm
How do we start this off. Erm. Ah yes.Over the past few days, I got out of the house and felt alive! Yes! Finally!
DON'T watch Alvin and the Chipmunks. It sucks.
DO watch Warlords. It's, pardon the use of the frowned upon, over-relied on word in a typical teenager's vocab, cool. And bloody. And full of action. And needs two brain cells to rub together with to fully appreciate. It's NC 16, too. Sorry kids. =P.
DO watch Hitman. It's, again, cool. Erm, it's not exactly bloody, but because of a women walking around in a hotel room half naked, it's NC 16. Hmm. Y'know, I once read something about the Brits saying how ridiculous Americans are.
They allow their kids to watch stuff about humans getting ripped apart by aliens or dieing heinous deaths to machine gun fire and bombs and what not, yet gasp and choke when their children see breasts.
OH-MY-GOD. It's breasts! Part of a woman's anatomy! A natural, wholesome thing. Breasts! BREASTS! DON'T YOU GET IT? IT'S BREASTS. MY KIDS CAN'T SEE THAT, BUT WATCHING HUMANS SPILL THEIR GUTS OUT BECAUSE THEY GOT DISEMBOWELED IS -PERFECTLY- FINE!
Lol. Found it pretty funny myself.
Today was a pretty shitted out day.
So I was zombieing about in WoW when "BOO!" just as I turned to cough. Joy almost gave me a heart attack. (again.) Right. So we horsed around for a bit then we went to PP for dinner (supposedly) and to get some stuff my sis and mum needed.
It's more logical for 2 people to meet 3 people for dinner who needed to grab additional stuff at their current location anyway. But women defy all logic. 3 people went over to meet 2 people and we had our dinner.
I fucked around PP for ONE HOUR looking for a fucking carribeana or however you spell it and shoe polish, as well as croissants for breakfast.
And when I got home? I got yelled at because I entered the computer room coz mum and sis were doing some women stuff. Is it MY fault you PHAIL to lock the door properly? For fuck's sakes. The door was locked but not closed. Fine. So I get out.
Needed a shower real bad, so I knocked on the door and asked if they were done. They said come in. Fine. I grabbed my laptop and peripherals and went back into my room.
Set up my stuff, then wanted to grab my clothes. (Computer room was originally my room. My clothes and stuff are there) AGAIN the same thing happened. I get yelled at.
"OIIIIIIIIIII. WHY YOU COME IN."
FUCK it. Seriously. If you wanna do whatever the fuck it was you were doing, at least be smart about it and do it in YOUR ROOMS! See, wasn't so hard was it? Spend 5 seconds moving to another room and you can have all the privacy you want. I don't care.
Honestly, that room's a universal room where EVERYONE goes. To top it all off, my fucking clothes are there. I'm to be blamed? Shit. Pretty much soured the whole day. Oh yeah, no thanks for my effort. Instead, YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG!@#@ WRONG SHOE POLISH. I CAN'T USE THE LIQUID ONE.
Screw it. At least I got the colour right. I'm not running errands ever again. Or maybe I'll interrogate the living crap out of them and determine exactly WHAT it is, WHERE it can be found and HOW MANY they need. Shit.
Jesus christ. Women.
Y Thursday, December 13, 2007
12:50 am
Great song here. Been listening to it for sometime, but it somehow stuck out today, maybe because I found out what the title meant. (Or allegedly, the band denied it, heh. Who wouldn't?)F.C.P.S.I.T.S.G.E.P.G.E.P.G.E.P
by The Fall of Troy
Slow down this is slippin' through my mind,
This conversation has run out of time.
Honey I know you know what I mean,
And that's the one thing that you soon will find.
I know that you really wanna go,
My mind is runnin' outta gas just relax,
And recap, and relapse.
Tonight, my bodies jumpin' and I,
Go through the motions and I'm leaving on this journey,
Maybe someday I'll come running home to you.
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets
Let's go, I just wanna let you know,
This situation leaves me outta breath
We'll drive till the love that's in your eyes,
Drops to the ground,unravels like a thread
I know that you really wanna go,
I only think about her, must get to her, cannot lose her.
You know that I will not let this die,
Life support systems and my mind on
Rewind and rewind and rewind
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
(Come running home! Come running home!)
This is my one chance, to take back, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, my words cannot make it safe.
Her heart in my hands, it's too bad, no regrets
I don't wanna see the day, her tears are falling on my grave.
This is my one chance (my one chance, my one chance)
WTF does that weird shitty ass title of the song mean?
Fuck Condoms Premarital Sex Is The Shit Get 'Er Pregnant Get 'Er Pregnant Get 'Er Pregnant
LOL. Heh. Pretty bad ass name for a song. I like it.
Y Tuesday, December 11, 2007
10:50 pm
O NOES THERE BEING 2 UPDATES IN A ROW SKY IS FALLING ON OUR HEADS.Yarly.
So today was maintenance night. Mum brought us out for dinner at Jack's place, and we were accompanied by our two lovely aunts. Charmaine that lil tyke has teeth now, can speak a few random words, able to walk, albeit slowly and unsteadily and has learned how to make a whole lot of noise.
Wait for it. Wait for it.. you know I'm gonna say it. Time flies. There. Cliche.
At any rate, the medium rare sirloin was good. Yumz. Never knew my two aunts worked at Jack's place back when they were young, they went "Sour cream, bacon and chinves sir/ma'am?" after the meal was served. Cool.
Service wasn't particularly amazing, the waitress spoke funnily and didn't seem to understand our orders. But I must admit, mummy can get quite confusing when placing her orders. Our food came and this waiter with a thick indian accent went
"USSoloinstake?"
"I'm sorry?"
"USSoloinstake?"
"Oh right. Sirloin steak. Here. Thank you."
Oopsie. Hehe.
Enjoyed our meal over some chatter, and that's that. Mum saw me without a watch and asked what happened to my old one.
Now I used to have a habit of always having a watch, on days that the battery stopped, I'd look at my wrist and frown. Flesh doesn't tell the time.
Then the strap broke, I couldn't be (as usual) arsed to replace it, and stopped wearing that lovely accessory. SO yeah, mum wanted to get me a new one for Christmas.
Wasn't too keen, and if I wanted a watch, I'd prefer something nice and classy, a bit of a heavy price tag and wear it till I'm 30 or something. Ah well. Aunts said I was too like my dad, too old fashioned blabla.
Fine, I admit, when shown all the "sporty watches that most youngsters prefer" I turned them all down. I mean crap. 3 or 4 little circles telling the time, hour, date, day? No, I have a phone for that. I want a nice accessory that tells the time in one glance, not some cluttered thing I can't tell the time with.
Crap, my aunts said they were younger at heart than I was. LOL. The old timer who served us (He owns the shop) was on my side. It's a personal thing! Personal taste. I like plain, simple, classy. Less is more.
So after about half an hour of look-seeing, I settled for a plain looking Citizen round faced watch with roman numerals and a black leather strap. You guessed it, black clock face as well. Nothing too expensive. 85 or something, after 30% discount.
My only gripe is, it's effin Citizen! People will probably go
"OoooH! That's a nice watch. Citizen.."
"Yeah, thanks. It's simple and nice I guess."
"Ya! I have a Citizen clock at home! A few too. We only use citizen clocks!"
"Oh right.."
*Shit*
You get the idea.
Before you fellas go off saying I'm unhappy with my watch, I'm very satisfied with it. It's a nice simple watch. But but but. Having said that, what I'd REALLY want is that really reallllly awesome Patek Phillipe watch <3. Maybe some day I'll get to wear one. I told that to my mum and my aunt.
"HUHHHH 20K?!!"
Went my aunt. She literally screamed while walking in PP. Some people cast annoyed glances at us, but we mostly laughed it off.
Mum went "You wait ah! I don't even have Patek Phillipe watch you want? Wait long long!"
Then we dropped by the information counter (I actually misspelled this as cunter the first time. LOL.) to do some lucky draw crap, and my mum was grousing about why I introduced my sis to MCR, and the papers reported that MCR is EMO EMO NOT GOOD FOR YOUR KIDZ OMG!
"What's that ah? That MCR dunno what My dunno something something. Newspaper say very emo leh. They write all the emo emo song. Not good they say."
I said, well, whether you slit your wrist or not is highly dependent on you as a person. Not very fundamentally strong willed? Okay, so when you're down and MCR plays, you contemplate self harm and suicide.
Too bad. Hey, at least you're solving the over-population problem when you die.
If you can't even decide for yourself the proper things to do, then I'm sorry, sooner or later, something else is gonna fuck you over. Drugs, alcohol, petty crime, whatever. It'll screw you over because you can't decide things for yourself. It's not the fault of the music.
The teenager at the counter kept shooting us glances, apparently interested in our conversation. He said out of the blue
"Well ma'am, My Chemical Romance isn't emo. They were, but they moved out of that scene already. They're more alternative rock now."
Mmm yea true. They sold out. That's why I like their older albums better. Heh. Can't blame them though. It's their chance to make it big, I wouldn't pass it up to "not sell out" either.
Anyways, our aunty (mum) here was dumbfounded for a bit, smiled politely at that young man who probably couldn't stand hearing his favourite band being classified as emo. I agreed with him and that was that.
I then decided that today's activities were blog worthy.
PS. I wasn't joking about that Patek Phillipe watch. I really like it. Some day I'll wear one, I swear.
10:57 am
"Remember to bring your friends to Azeroth, but don't forget to go outside of Azeroth with them as well!"
Yeah that quote was plastered on the loading screen when I hit "Enter World."
Pfft. Bring my friends to Azeroth? That'd be a bloody crime against humanity. Friends don't let friends play WoW. S'like introducin' 'em to effin drugs. Besides, Blizz earns about SGD25 x 7 million = Noiwon'tbothertocount every month. Quite adequate, in my opinion. Pfft.
Go outside of Azeroth? Yes yes, in a bit. I will. Anyway, blood pressure's rising. Game seems to have bugged out and refuses to load despite at 100%. WTF BLIZZ. I PAID MY 25. WHY AIN'T IT WORKING? /wrists.
Anyway, I dropped by Darren's place on Sunday, because Bfoo wanted me to get out of the house, but I went there and. WoWed. Because there was absolutely nothing else to do. Forgive me. Joy finally got her Warcraft III, and the crazy girl spent most of her time DotA-ing.
Seems like she DotAs till 3 am. Roflapuffles. And I'm supposed to be the addict here? See people, I am NOT addicted!
Gonna fix that shitty loading screen problem. Eff you blizz.
Ah ha, Christmas. Its shadow is close to darkening our doorstep again. Think you'll remember what you promised? I doubt so. Not expecting anything, as I've long learned to do.
Y Wednesday, December 05, 2007
12:38 am
Weekly updates kinda suck.Yeah but I really haven't been doing much, unless you want me to turn this into a WoW blog, which I'm pretty sure wouldn't be ideal.
Anyway, this week, I've been busy with mostly three things.
1) SHAKUGAN NO SHANA!
2) HK Drama with mum.
3) WoW.
Third one's not so important. Nothing interesting to talk about. Same old time-sinking monstrosity it was a year ago. Move along now folks, nothing we don't already know what WoW did to me.
Now, HK Drama!
On my previous post, I admitted to watching these. The series is coming to an end soon, and I must admit, this one's pretty good. Lotsa food for thought. A marriage is phailing because the woman keeps in contact with her SOAB ex, and the family doesn't like it.
Add in the usual lolbackstabberz and you get yes, a phailed marriage. Girl is a bit too open, guy has a quick temper.
I point and go LOL you're asking for it, flaring up so easily. LOL you're asking for it, what a insensitive crud.
"I THINK SHOUTING CAN SOLVE THE PROBLEM!"
"OH YEAH? WELL I CAN SHOUT LOUDER, PLUS I HAVE A FOULER TEMPER!"
"FINE I'M MOVING OUT. I HATE YOU."
After a bit, I took one step back. Wait a sec, I've got a pretty shytty temper too.
It's funny ain't it? You can point and laugh at the shortcomings of others and remain, just for that moment (doesn't apply to all, unfortunately) be completely and totally oblivious to your own. Amazing eh?
Fancy a cold-blooded murderer calling a child-rapist a horrible person that deserves to be punished. The irony. Exactly how I felt.
To back it all up, earlier today, when I was WoWing (Sorry, it's what I do. There's a chinese saying that people don't go 3 sentences without referring to what they do most.) with Shawn, I blew it.
Shawn was asking me to focus, because heals were getting a bit slow and sloppy, while I was filling up the chat log talking to the rest.
Well I got kinda pissy. Dude, you're a tank. What do YOU know of healing? It's boring and it requires my concentration 120% of the time. One lapse and you're telling me to concentrate? I'm human. Get real.
So I complained and swore in the channel about how crappy my role was, and I'd gladly switch etc. (Though I did get deathcoiled and silenced, so there, I couldn't heal for a bit. But the heals did come sloppily, I admit.)
Shawn must've went MANWTF WHY NO HEALS? Aw shit Ian's chatting again.. why ain't he focusing? All I did was tell him to focus, why so pissy? What an arse.
I blew up. Yup. Kinda crappy of me and nope, no excuses.
In fact a few months ago, the same thing happened. MC and I fell out for a bit because of that. I took the initiative to call after I calmed down and apologized, but the point here is, yes, my temper's way too quick. Must. Work. On. That.
And for #1 on the list, Shakugan no Shana. As the name might have already clued people in, it's an anime. Haters can die in a fire and get hit by a bus.
Yes yes, I know, I swore off anime a bit ago, after realizing that HEY, you know, it's pretty weird when people use your PC and see anime wallpapers and pictures. Like you're some kind of a freak, if they do not share your like for it, since anime's one of those not so mainstream stuff in Singapore.
But everyone watches Bleach/Naruto!
No, no. If you see soccer stuff adorning a person's PC, no surprise. But ANIME?! Man that guy must be a freak! You get the idea. Haters are like that.
But no, I'm not a rabid addict to anime. I'm usually selective about the titles I watch. The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi was WAY awesome. Recommended it to a few people and they got hooked, and are fans till now. See, my taste is decent.
Genre of Shakugan no Shana (SnS) is probably Action/Adventure/Fantasy/Slice of Life. That's a lot to fit into a show! Neither aspects are done outstandingly well, but when you put 'em all together, it fits snugly and you get a pretty enjoyable series.
What's this about? Ah, now when I watched the first few episodes, I must admit, it was EXTREMELY thought provoking. In a way, like the HK drama I watched, it made me think and reflect.
Even if you find the following absurd, read on, I think it's worth it.
Basically, humans co-exist with monster thingies that can 'stop time' in a given area and eat their 'existences' to survive. Oh dear, poor chappies! So what happens? Simple.
Said poor sods who get their existences eaten fail to exist.
If a child is eaten, he just fades away. Parents will think that they never had a child. All pictures, videos etc. will just mysteriously have a complete absence of said child. What of the toys in the home? And the small bed? Humans will try to rationalize and reason with themselves, eventually coming up 'plausible' explanations to these bizarre, out of place items.
Enter Flame Hazes. Sort of like America, they love to be Big Brother to the world and keep it in check. These Flame Hazes are bound by the very same monstas who eat humans, except these monsters are a tad bit smarter and realize keeping the world in balance is for the best. So they contract humans (Usually unhappy ones who lost loved ones to those hungry monsters) to exterminate said monsters and keep balance.
Wait! You can't just.. disappear. It'd be awkard! What if err... like 150 people get eaten?!
That's where some magick involving lots of sparkly blue fires and sound effects is done by the Flame Haze. Remnants of monster chow get made into 'Torches'. Torches are temporary replacements for monster chow. Technically, the human's already dead. The torch is there to minimize awkwardness caused by people suddenly disappearing. They are exact same copies of the people they replace, thinking and behaving in an identical manner.
Picture this. You're standing. A big hole in the ground appears. You fall.
You're standing on ice. The ice slowly melts away. You gradually sink lower and lower. You still fall, though.
Which one gives a bigger shock? There you go.
Main point here is: What if, such nonsense actually existed, and you found out you were dead? That you're a torch, with not much time left in the world. When you go, no one will ever remember you. You never existed. How'd you feel?
Of your remaining days, how'd you spend it? The people around you, how'd you treat them? Think about it. You are going to -disappear-. Cease to exist. What bearing would it have on you as a person?
More tough calls await, as you see the protaganist (A torch himself) presented with various choices. Would you have done the same? It's extremely thought-provoking and actually made me feel guilty for not even considering an option that remotely coincides with the main character. Interesting to say the least.
Oh one more thing about this series. Female lead doesn't have obscenely big breasts. Thank god. No, seriously. I appreciate that. (Well in actual fact, she's a Loli. Some 11 or 13 year old lol. But admit it, the Japanese folks are always insecure about what they don't have. Now you know why anime/manga people have such huge eyes, knockers, and are unrealistically tall. They themselves don't have it. ROFL.)
That's not to say there aren't women sporting D cups, they're there, because it's an anime staple, and it's always some Caucasian-looking character who seems not to have two brain cells to rub together with. Just so long as it isn't the female lead with huge saline/silicon bags in their chests, I'm fine.
That was a long post. I think, I should update more frequently instead of sudden huge arse updates like these. Walls of text tend to be annoying to read. Actually, I hardly read my own posts sometimes. Too long.