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Finally, I reached Disc 2 in FFVIII. Still on the way to rescue Squall from the torture room. Speaking of Squall, remember the time where he was stabbed by icicle spear from Edea? There's an interesting theory where Squall was already dead at that time (Aerith died after being stabbed by Sephiroth's Masamune once, too). Everything that happened after that was, you guess it, just a dream. Click here if you want to read the full theory.

EDIT: One theory also states that Square had some other plan for Aerith. Here's the link.

Let say this theory is true. During the start of Disc 2, we were brought to the dream of Laguna. So it is a dream, inside a dream. Looks like Square had done it way before Christopher Nolan's Inception!


*ehem* anyway, most fan's theory are awesome to read. But no one can truly justify and give best explaination on where the hell do Necron in Final Fantasy IX came from. There were no hints or whatsoever about him, and suddenly he appeared to destroy the world after you kicked Kuja's ass.

Ok enough about Final Fantasy.

Yesterday I went to Plaza Alam Sentral with Acap because he wanted to unlock his iPhone 4. It went well, but his simcard broke,  he bought a new number. Sian dia.

Today is just another day with nothing else to do. I want meet Fawwaz to pick up my games from him, but my sister want to use the car since her car has problem. Well sebagai adik kena la mengalah kan (even though macam terpaksa sikit huhu)


  1. Here's another fact.

    Aeris is immune to Phoenix Downs.
    One of the reasons why I don't like her.


  2. There's also a theory stating that the developer actually planned for a side quest that allows player to revive Aerith. I'll provide the link in this post.


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