Some of life's questions are of the repeating kind.

Take for example, this one:
How do you explain irony to someone who doesn't know what it means?

Sure, you can give her all the definitions you have but chances are it's still a concept lost on her, much akin to explaining the whole storyline of the Legacy of Kain series. Okay, that was a bit exaggerated but you know it's THAT hard.

Humor is a bone to pick.


So there I was, trying to tell her what Irony is all about. I would probably have better results doing so with a platypus but there weren't any around in the vicinity.



Now, the platypus.

THAT's what I call irony. A creature out of time. A duck with claws that gives birth. A wildcard. A free-spirited animal that is unbound by common sense but strangely enough, still has its place in the world.

Now that's what I call irony.



So uh... back to the story.

I eventually found out it wasn't the concept of irony that got her confused but rather, the relationship between sunset and sunrise.


Now that's another story to tell.



Another irony written into the very fabric of time itself.

How can it be that for one to be appreciated, another must make way?

A sad relationship where they can never be with each other, and yet, their breathtaking abilities are one to behold. It sure makes you wonder what it will be like to see it side by side.

But alas, it never happens.

Because no matter how beautiful they are (even if they could be together), they just shouldn't be together because that would just be a sign of the worst things to come.

Is that the irony we were looking for?

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Masquerade balls are sexy and romantic.

Waltzing through packed ballrooms filled with grandeur and festivities. It's hard not to drown in the music, the atmosphere, and of course, the people. The ones wearing masks. The masks. Everybody has one, be it for game or for leisure. Wouldn't it be fun to have everyone wearing a mask, even for non ballroom occasions? You can't really tell who is who, and the hunt becomes more exciting...until the unmasking begins.

Either you end up scoring with a hot lady, or with another guy. Good or bad, you decide. Just like the masks that you choose to wear today. Do I wear the smile today? Or should I just wear the wookie mask to go along with the wookie snarl?

A mask. Facade, some may insist but the illusion that sets apart reality and fantasy are just as obscure as lies and truth. Separated by mere words that none shall understand, never mind the lettering used. After all, letters make no sense to the ones who are not supposed to read it.

Who then to read it?

Masks, who's to leave home without it? It's like being caught in public with your pants down. In a bad way.

Maybe that's why masquerades are so much fun.

Because of the masks.


This moon here, where is the bunny on top?