Brings about many things.
Recklessness is not courage.
But courage is bravery. Recklessness is... something you just do without bravery or anything supporting you.
Like clouds. Clouds don't need support, right? They just float right up there....
So, in conclusion, recklessness is better than bravery, right?
Because bravery needs support but recklessness doesn't.
Why can't people just see that?
-L.E.G. the Infinity + 1
p.s. My tea is not brewed from powders. I rather use leaves.
Because right now, I don't think I would get powdered tea in the middle of an ancient civilization during a
ritual that's about to change the moon red.
Nor would I mess with the guy who's about to crash that ritual and in the future, build a whole new nation.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 29, 2012
What's going on here??!!
OK, I feel like I could kill someone right now.. o==[]::::::::::::::::>
I thought things would go smoothly but man I was wrong
Everything tuned out to be a disaster!!
I opened my SSPN account last year
And I was suppose to get my card on January
But till now (which is almost April), I still haven't receive anything!!!
And the worst thing is that I have to go to the bank myself to resolve this problem
If I knew this would have happened, I would have just done it myself in the first place (~_^)
I am completely unaware of how the accountancy studies go..
How the hell am I suppose to get the LCCI level 3??
The lady in Omega wasn't saying it clearly
The teachers have no idea how to do it, they only know until the level 2 process
The LCCI site is SO NOT HELPING!! (><)
I am so clueless..
I just hope someone in the future will tell me how the hell am I to do this things..
Plus,, there's absolutely no scholarships for accountancy..
What the hell??!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Of all the studies, why doesn't anyone want to help the account students
Sure, they say that account students are useless and there aren't enough jobs out there for accountants but..
I don't just want to have a diploma in accountancy..
I wanna go professional, till I got my ACCA!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Why lar like this...
I've been skipping my work for a few days now
Too many things to resolve.. ▧.▨
Sure I could just ask my Mom to do it but I want to do it on my own
So I know what I'm getting into..
How am I suppose to buy my dream smartphone if I keep being absent from work
Luckily I'm working with my Mom
If I was working with an outsider, I'll definitely bee kicked out!! （`_ゝ´)
Ahhh... Can't things just resolve on their own??!!! »,«
I thought things would go smoothly but man I was wrong
Everything tuned out to be a disaster!!
I opened my SSPN account last year
And I was suppose to get my card on January
But till now (which is almost April), I still haven't receive anything!!!
And the worst thing is that I have to go to the bank myself to resolve this problem
If I knew this would have happened, I would have just done it myself in the first place (~_^)
I am completely unaware of how the accountancy studies go..
How the hell am I suppose to get the LCCI level 3??
The lady in Omega wasn't saying it clearly
The teachers have no idea how to do it, they only know until the level 2 process
The LCCI site is SO NOT HELPING!! (><)
I am so clueless..
I just hope someone in the future will tell me how the hell am I to do this things..
Plus,, there's absolutely no scholarships for accountancy..
What the hell??!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Of all the studies, why doesn't anyone want to help the account students
Sure, they say that account students are useless and there aren't enough jobs out there for accountants but..
I don't just want to have a diploma in accountancy..
I wanna go professional, till I got my ACCA!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Why lar like this...
I've been skipping my work for a few days now
Too many things to resolve.. ▧.▨
Sure I could just ask my Mom to do it but I want to do it on my own
So I know what I'm getting into..
How am I suppose to buy my dream smartphone if I keep being absent from work
Luckily I'm working with my Mom
If I was working with an outsider, I'll definitely bee kicked out!! （`_ゝ´)
Ahhh... Can't things just resolve on their own??!!! »,«
Strange Ideas
Strange memories just come up when you feel pain. Not the heartache kind but the physical kind especially when the kind that doesn't let you breath.
On the mixpod, press menu, there's another song i added.
I watched that anime a lot of times, and most of the time I just wanted to listen to that song.
Credits to those who have created Tales from Earthsea, and the singer... although i don't know her name.
Let's just call her Teru then, because she sang that song in the anime.
And if you see L.E.G. the infinity + 1 posts, there's always a hidden meaning to his words.
On the mixpod, press menu, there's another song i added.
I watched that anime a lot of times, and most of the time I just wanted to listen to that song.
Credits to those who have created Tales from Earthsea, and the singer... although i don't know her name.
Let's just call her Teru then, because she sang that song in the anime.
And if you see L.E.G. the infinity + 1 posts, there's always a hidden meaning to his words.
Mar 27, 2012
No time.
No time at all.
You will have to decide if this book will turn out what it's meant to be turned out or
you can just keep it open, would never have an ending.
Don't get sentimental on me, looks like this i'm the one who's condemning you.
Either you sit there and cry again or you can get up and do what you were meant to do.
Either way, I am not the one who's to decide that.
-L.E.G. the Infinity + 1
p.s. If I am writing here, doesn't that mean this is my book?
...but i thought mine's already finished.
meh.
You will have to decide if this book will turn out what it's meant to be turned out or
you can just keep it open, would never have an ending.
Don't get sentimental on me, looks like this i'm the one who's condemning you.
Either you sit there and cry again or you can get up and do what you were meant to do.
Either way, I am not the one who's to decide that.
-L.E.G. the Infinity + 1
p.s. If I am writing here, doesn't that mean this is my book?
...but i thought mine's already finished.
meh.
Mar 25, 2012
The Locker System by The Locker Itself
From here on, this is the dialogue between two mercenaries (recruits of The Mercenary Guild, chosen by it's vice head, Viral of House Granth) and the Lead Head of the Lockers' Company with the objective of explaining into details of accepting "Jobs" ("Missions" as per The Mercenary's Handbook) with the assistance of The Locker System.
Two of the mercenaries are named as thus:
-Haklrim (HaCKEL-RIM)
-Jkilharm (JaKEL-HARM)
The Lead Head of the Lockers' Company is named as thus:
-Bnair (BeN-AIR)
Two men came into the counter with swords, spears, lances all over their body but their clothings suggest that they have came from much different worlds... and climate. One wears a blue tight-around that goes all round his body, a pair of made-from-snakes boots, and what looked to be hung veils over the neck. The other: a simple cloth, protected by a hard-looking vest, a mail, pants that is made from the same as the cloth, and metal boots that curls inwards. The veiled is Jkilharm. The other: Halkrim.
Halkrim: Issamad?
Jkilharm: Sorry, I can't understand your language.
Halkrim: Ego, thend?
Jkilharm: In my world, your "Ego" is called "English."
Halkrim: I shee...
Jkilharm: That's quite an accent.
Halkrim: You musht excushe it.
Jkilharm: No prob. You're quite fluent in it.
Halkrim: Yesh. I have takend lessons from my Literary Mastersh.
Jkilharm: Right. For me, though, it's my land-born language.
Halkrim: Ego originated from the Eastsh.
Jkilharm: Heh, I am from the east, way up too. Coincidence, eh?
Halkrim: Yesh, musht been fate.
A man in a long coat, vest, and looks like a pair pistols inside it, suddenly appear before them with a parcel in his hands. Although, the mercenaries looked rather used to this.
Bnair: Morning, gentlemen.
Halkrim and Jkilharm: Morning.
Bnair: Now, it may look like i'm in a hurry, but you guys are supposed to be here, in my schedule. It may look like it because I am in a sort of hurry. Mister Kiltan suddenly gave me this... parcel that has a rather dangerous sign at the bottom.
Halkrim: Yesh, that'sh very intereshting but can we get to the objectivesh of our meeting?
Bnair: ...That's quite an accent.
Halkrim: You musht excushe it.
Bnair: Yes, quite.
Jkilharm: Yes, righto. We're kinda excited about this thing. After all, we've just been admitted into Dissidia and all.
Bnair: Yes, of course. Follow me please.
Bnair makes his way across the counter and into a big archway. The two men looked at each other, lifted the eyebrows, and went in with an inhale.
And hold that breath when thousands upon thousands what look like to be thousands more little doors that stacked upon each other, connected by a much larger steel board that somehow doesn't have a visible height.
Halkrim: My God.
Jkilharm: Phhoey, that's a lot of doors.
Bnair: Yes. If I may present to you, The Locker System developed since... since a long time ago and by who, we don't know.
Halkrim: You do not?
Bnair: No we don't.
Jkilharm: But you do know how to USE it right?
Bnair: Yes, of course, silly of you to even ask that.
Halkrim: Sho you know how it worksh?
Bnair: Haha. No.
Jkilharm: Not the biggest surprise since I've been here, knowing that.
Halkrim: Agreed.
Bnair: Now, I will explain what is the Locker System.
The Locker System is a bunch of doors that's connected to each others by who knows what. We called it as such is because it gave itself that name. You know, there was quite a record once of it's uses but the one who made it apparently was quite mad at that time, mad as in gone lunatic, and he... scribbles a lot. But, we salvaged what we can, but there's only two words that make sense, i.e. Locker System. So, we've been using that name even since which is actually I don't know how long. Now, we don't know what it's made of, it doesn't have characteristics of steel, chrome, fiber, plastics and any kind of metal except a little hint of Orihalcum. And even that, Orihalcum is originally purple in colour, but as you can see, it is grey. Quite. Now, The Locker System itself is alive. Alive as in like a rock. It's there to be there, nothing else. Quite like elementals. How do we know it's alive? Simple, it grows. How do we know it's growing? You don't have to know. You will realize it as you use The Locker System more and more.
Now, I will explain, in depth, how we use The Locker System. Bnair approached one of the doors and turn on a knob engraved with symbols. Now, I will turn this knob here, which has symbols on it. Now, I don't know what these symbols mean. But every door or locker here has a specific code to them in order to open them. Now, I don't know the code... yet. Bnair turn the knob left, then right, then left again, then a massive clockwise turn, and a pull. The door opened with a click. What's inside is... a small hill of sand. Voila! I don't know how I did that, but it's as if the knob itself turns my hand. I don't know how to express it but now that the locker has been opened and since I opened it, only I know the code to this particular locker. Now, I don't know about this hill of sand here, but the Locker System is unpredictable and we store a lot of things inside. Including this hill of sand. Now, every locker must, I repeat, MUST be emptied once it is OPENED. Or it will close and we need another man to open it. The same man cannot open the same locker TWICE IN A ROW with different codes. No. Because you won't know the code. I don't know why, don't ask me. So, now i'll just take this hill of sand here.
Bnair gingerly swiped the sands onto his parcel. He waited a while then put it back again.
Yes, that qualifies as empty eventhough it's just for a couple of second. Now, I close it up. Bnair close it up. Now, wait a while. ...Okay that's enough. Now I'll open it again. Now, look carefully. Bnair close his fist onto the knob and a flurry of turns nearly make his hand invisible. Although, it can be described as: a left turn, then a sudden pull, then push back, then right-turn nearly twice the round, then a massive push, a jerk to the left and right, more jerks upward, then downward, the a slight pull. The locker opened with a tiny click. And the same, if a little disturbed, hill of sand appears before them. And there you go. Another code for the same locker IF IT IS EMPTIED AND FILLED IN AGAIN.
And that's how you use the Locker System.
Mainly, Jobs, artifacts, files, documents, rocks, explosives, guns, a jar of dirt, anything is stored inside these lockers. Now, how do find the Jobs? Simple, either you wish for one or someone got it for you. Now, mainly Kotaro do that, he takes like 100 lockers full of Jobs, documents and whatnot and somehow distribute them among Dissidians, but you can also volunteer to take on a Job yourself. You just come here, choose a locker, open it, take the Job and documents or whatever's inside, and be on your way. Records are only taken when you finish those Jobs. Simple. Once you finish the Job, our staff will take back what you took and store them again for record. And, of course, you will be rewarded with Credits.
You guys are with me until here? Any questions?
Jkilharm: ...I am at a loss for words.
Halkrim: ...JHAKR, VISMAH GONDDA! JIVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Bnair: ...
Jkilharm: ...
Halkrim: ...I have shaid a lot of bad wordsh there.
Bnair: Yes, quite. I think I would know because I have studied that language. Now, The Locker System is very, very safe. Even the Bank Villa use our service and any other bank, they have quite a lot of lockers here all for themselves. And even, privates and individuals use our service, with charges of course, and we accept Credits, Dissidia Money and Ellerian Gold. You guys can use it too.
Halkrim: I shee. Very Intereshting.
Bnair: Yes, well. Oh and we never run out of lockers or space. Remember that the Locker System grows so even if the last locker is occupied, when you look up, somehow, rows upon more rows of lockers appear beside you where there should be a wall. You'll get used to it time. Quite.
Jkilharm: Wow.
Halkrim: Sho, I can keep my weaponsh shafe in here?
Bnair: Yes, quite, with charges, of course.
Jkilharm: What if i want to, say... keep a massive... "pet" in one of these lockers?
Bnair: Ah, no problem, quite. If you may bring it anytime, you WILL find a locker that big even if that space is supposed to be another wall.
Jkilharm: Ah. Maybe next time then.
Bnair: Yes, quite. Anything else because this parcel suddenly gotten very hot.
Jkilharm: Oh no, thank you very much for the info.
Halkrim: Yesh, thank you.
Bnair: You're welcome. Err... excuse me.
Bnair excused himself outside. The parcel in his hands started emitting greeny smoke. The two mercenaries left the building with a hazy head. They smiled at each other, shake each other's hands, and went to their opposite directions.
Two of the mercenaries are named as thus:
-Haklrim (HaCKEL-RIM)
-Jkilharm (JaKEL-HARM)
The Lead Head of the Lockers' Company is named as thus:
-Bnair (BeN-AIR)
Two men came into the counter with swords, spears, lances all over their body but their clothings suggest that they have came from much different worlds... and climate. One wears a blue tight-around that goes all round his body, a pair of made-from-snakes boots, and what looked to be hung veils over the neck. The other: a simple cloth, protected by a hard-looking vest, a mail, pants that is made from the same as the cloth, and metal boots that curls inwards. The veiled is Jkilharm. The other: Halkrim.
Halkrim: Issamad?
Jkilharm: Sorry, I can't understand your language.
Halkrim: Ego, thend?
Jkilharm: In my world, your "Ego" is called "English."
Halkrim: I shee...
Jkilharm: That's quite an accent.
Halkrim: You musht excushe it.
Jkilharm: No prob. You're quite fluent in it.
Halkrim: Yesh. I have takend lessons from my Literary Mastersh.
Jkilharm: Right. For me, though, it's my land-born language.
Halkrim: Ego originated from the Eastsh.
Jkilharm: Heh, I am from the east, way up too. Coincidence, eh?
Halkrim: Yesh, musht been fate.
A man in a long coat, vest, and looks like a pair pistols inside it, suddenly appear before them with a parcel in his hands. Although, the mercenaries looked rather used to this.
Bnair: Morning, gentlemen.
Halkrim and Jkilharm: Morning.
Bnair: Now, it may look like i'm in a hurry, but you guys are supposed to be here, in my schedule. It may look like it because I am in a sort of hurry. Mister Kiltan suddenly gave me this... parcel that has a rather dangerous sign at the bottom.
Halkrim: Yesh, that'sh very intereshting but can we get to the objectivesh of our meeting?
Bnair: ...That's quite an accent.
Halkrim: You musht excushe it.
Bnair: Yes, quite.
Jkilharm: Yes, righto. We're kinda excited about this thing. After all, we've just been admitted into Dissidia and all.
Bnair: Yes, of course. Follow me please.
Bnair makes his way across the counter and into a big archway. The two men looked at each other, lifted the eyebrows, and went in with an inhale.
And hold that breath when thousands upon thousands what look like to be thousands more little doors that stacked upon each other, connected by a much larger steel board that somehow doesn't have a visible height.
Halkrim: My God.
Jkilharm: Phhoey, that's a lot of doors.
Bnair: Yes. If I may present to you, The Locker System developed since... since a long time ago and by who, we don't know.
Halkrim: You do not?
Bnair: No we don't.
Jkilharm: But you do know how to USE it right?
Bnair: Yes, of course, silly of you to even ask that.
Halkrim: Sho you know how it worksh?
Bnair: Haha. No.
Jkilharm: Not the biggest surprise since I've been here, knowing that.
Halkrim: Agreed.
Bnair: Now, I will explain what is the Locker System.
The Locker System is a bunch of doors that's connected to each others by who knows what. We called it as such is because it gave itself that name. You know, there was quite a record once of it's uses but the one who made it apparently was quite mad at that time, mad as in gone lunatic, and he... scribbles a lot. But, we salvaged what we can, but there's only two words that make sense, i.e. Locker System. So, we've been using that name even since which is actually I don't know how long. Now, we don't know what it's made of, it doesn't have characteristics of steel, chrome, fiber, plastics and any kind of metal except a little hint of Orihalcum. And even that, Orihalcum is originally purple in colour, but as you can see, it is grey. Quite. Now, The Locker System itself is alive. Alive as in like a rock. It's there to be there, nothing else. Quite like elementals. How do we know it's alive? Simple, it grows. How do we know it's growing? You don't have to know. You will realize it as you use The Locker System more and more.
Now, I will explain, in depth, how we use The Locker System. Bnair approached one of the doors and turn on a knob engraved with symbols. Now, I will turn this knob here, which has symbols on it. Now, I don't know what these symbols mean. But every door or locker here has a specific code to them in order to open them. Now, I don't know the code... yet. Bnair turn the knob left, then right, then left again, then a massive clockwise turn, and a pull. The door opened with a click. What's inside is... a small hill of sand. Voila! I don't know how I did that, but it's as if the knob itself turns my hand. I don't know how to express it but now that the locker has been opened and since I opened it, only I know the code to this particular locker. Now, I don't know about this hill of sand here, but the Locker System is unpredictable and we store a lot of things inside. Including this hill of sand. Now, every locker must, I repeat, MUST be emptied once it is OPENED. Or it will close and we need another man to open it. The same man cannot open the same locker TWICE IN A ROW with different codes. No. Because you won't know the code. I don't know why, don't ask me. So, now i'll just take this hill of sand here.
Bnair gingerly swiped the sands onto his parcel. He waited a while then put it back again.
Yes, that qualifies as empty eventhough it's just for a couple of second. Now, I close it up. Bnair close it up. Now, wait a while. ...Okay that's enough. Now I'll open it again. Now, look carefully. Bnair close his fist onto the knob and a flurry of turns nearly make his hand invisible. Although, it can be described as: a left turn, then a sudden pull, then push back, then right-turn nearly twice the round, then a massive push, a jerk to the left and right, more jerks upward, then downward, the a slight pull. The locker opened with a tiny click. And the same, if a little disturbed, hill of sand appears before them. And there you go. Another code for the same locker IF IT IS EMPTIED AND FILLED IN AGAIN.
And that's how you use the Locker System.
Mainly, Jobs, artifacts, files, documents, rocks, explosives, guns, a jar of dirt, anything is stored inside these lockers. Now, how do find the Jobs? Simple, either you wish for one or someone got it for you. Now, mainly Kotaro do that, he takes like 100 lockers full of Jobs, documents and whatnot and somehow distribute them among Dissidians, but you can also volunteer to take on a Job yourself. You just come here, choose a locker, open it, take the Job and documents or whatever's inside, and be on your way. Records are only taken when you finish those Jobs. Simple. Once you finish the Job, our staff will take back what you took and store them again for record. And, of course, you will be rewarded with Credits.
You guys are with me until here? Any questions?
Jkilharm: ...I am at a loss for words.
Halkrim: ...JHAKR, VISMAH GONDDA! JIVEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Bnair: ...
Jkilharm: ...
Halkrim: ...I have shaid a lot of bad wordsh there.
Bnair: Yes, quite. I think I would know because I have studied that language. Now, The Locker System is very, very safe. Even the Bank Villa use our service and any other bank, they have quite a lot of lockers here all for themselves. And even, privates and individuals use our service, with charges of course, and we accept Credits, Dissidia Money and Ellerian Gold. You guys can use it too.
Halkrim: I shee. Very Intereshting.
Bnair: Yes, well. Oh and we never run out of lockers or space. Remember that the Locker System grows so even if the last locker is occupied, when you look up, somehow, rows upon more rows of lockers appear beside you where there should be a wall. You'll get used to it time. Quite.
Jkilharm: Wow.
Halkrim: Sho, I can keep my weaponsh shafe in here?
Bnair: Yes, quite, with charges, of course.
Jkilharm: What if i want to, say... keep a massive... "pet" in one of these lockers?
Bnair: Ah, no problem, quite. If you may bring it anytime, you WILL find a locker that big even if that space is supposed to be another wall.
Jkilharm: Ah. Maybe next time then.
Bnair: Yes, quite. Anything else because this parcel suddenly gotten very hot.
Jkilharm: Oh no, thank you very much for the info.
Halkrim: Yesh, thank you.
Bnair: You're welcome. Err... excuse me.
Bnair excused himself outside. The parcel in his hands started emitting greeny smoke. The two mercenaries left the building with a hazy head. They smiled at each other, shake each other's hands, and went to their opposite directions.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 22, 2012
Consider the following.
If you have to choose between a blissful ignorance or a hefty realization, what would you do?
That's quite a way to ask because probably people have asked this before many times.
I won't write much but I have made that choice.
I think it made realize a lot of things, bit by bit, and a lot of things at once.
It isn't what you make yourself choose any decisions, but it's quite another thing together.
What if the choices you have made are actually you trying to make yourself comfortable with yourself.
Quite a way of thinking but once you get used to it, or know it when it's coming, you'll know if you make the right decisions or the wrong ones. And try not to ignore your ego. Because that's what's keeping you alive.
That's quite a way to ask because probably people have asked this before many times.
I won't write much but I have made that choice.
I think it made realize a lot of things, bit by bit, and a lot of things at once.
It isn't what you make yourself choose any decisions, but it's quite another thing together.
What if the choices you have made are actually you trying to make yourself comfortable with yourself.
Quite a way of thinking but once you get used to it, or know it when it's coming, you'll know if you make the right decisions or the wrong ones. And try not to ignore your ego. Because that's what's keeping you alive.
Mar 21, 2012
Let's put it behind, ok?
Today everyone is talking about their results in SPM. Honestly, mine wasn't what I expected it to be. And to my friends who didn't get what they hoped for, it's okay. SPM is not everything. It's just a door to another chapter of your future.
Yes, I do feel a bit sad for not getting straight A but not all straight A student achieve a great life later one. Take Bill Gates for example :-
Yes, I do feel a bit sad for not getting straight A but not all straight A student achieve a great life later one. Take Bill Gates for example :-
It just shows that what you get in a piece of paper won't determine your future. Sure it does affect them a bit but hey, your future and your destiny is your choice. If you work hard for it, you can achieve anything. SPM is just something to measure how much you can answer on a piece of paper. Not how your brain works.
Ohh.. And I do hope that there won't be news of students hanging themselves or jumping from building because of their results. This is the first step to a newer world. So let's put it behind and focus on what's coming next!
I have had enough of this.
Today,
I am no more connected to those people.
I'm sorry but this is the only way.
It's not that I hate them. I just hate the way they recognize me.
Today, I am no more amongst them.
I will never be again.
On the other hand my result was... quite discerning.
It was 2A+ 3A and 4B+
English and modern mathematics.
History, Chemistry, and Add Math.
And the rest is as above respectively.
Not the one I expected, I will be honest but this time I was ready for ANYTHING so it wasn't surprising.
Thank god.
I am no more connected to those people.
I'm sorry but this is the only way.
It's not that I hate them. I just hate the way they recognize me.
Today, I am no more amongst them.
I will never be again.
On the other hand my result was... quite discerning.
It was 2A+ 3A and 4B+
English and modern mathematics.
History, Chemistry, and Add Math.
And the rest is as above respectively.
Not the one I expected, I will be honest but this time I was ready for ANYTHING so it wasn't surprising.
Thank god.
Mar 13, 2012
Running out of time.
My head is once again, at work with another story. Or rather something to tell about people and that's exactly what I'm going to tell you i.e. I'm going to tell you what I'm going to tell you but in a story kinda way.
You're-a keepin' up-a with me?
So here's this one starts.
With a bang. A pretty loud bang but not enough to wake an entire village up but this particular bang wasn't very particular because there was no such thing as a particular sound, but this bang here, it began with a push of a trigger button. And then, it came with the explosion of powders, and the rippling of air with the bullet's travel straight towards a body at a very fast speed.
And that's how it all ended. When our main character died.
So, it started with that sound. Because Jigg Gathow was working in a blacksmith iron. Jigg wasn't a very smart man but what he does best is he's really good at bending iron and metal and hammering and most of all, keeping quiet. Jigg Gathow is a quiet blacksmith with two arms the size of an oak tree. And he is the beginning of a very long story that may continue on for some while. Of course, that part will come up later.
That's when another person comes into said smithy place and she was a tall woman with thick eyebrows, pierced ears, a most beautiful set of what-to-be-taken as hair. Her hair was what one would call, extremely fabulous with the sarcasm tensed into the every syllable of said praise. It would be called a bee hive from one side or a made-up small birdie house from another but if one would take her up from the front like Mr Gathow did, even Jigg would took the fair lady as a bit smitten by some strange lightning.
So as Jigg stopped hammering on the hot, thin, melting, bright metal rod on his smithy, he swiped his hands on his dirty apron only to be taken back with dirtier hands than before. He tried to smile but if you were there at the time, you would be quite stunned by quite a hairdo. Jigg bowed a little, and asked for the lady's request.
Miss Heathenflow was quite a woman. She smiled at Jigg a little, partly because all women who saw Jigg smiles a little inside and outside. Then, she took a look around the place, took in quite a lot of heat too, asked for Jigg's expertise and skills.
Well, Jigg soon followed with a list of things he create that may go as follow but he was cut in between by Miss Heathenflow when he mentioned he could create weapons. Of course, at that kinda time, when the "Empire" rules didn't reach that little old village, Jigg was only hammering weapons when there's wolves, bandits or just for art's sake. Well, now he is being offered quite a lot of money to make one of the most expectational weapon.
Miss Heathenflow would took a sidelong view of the street with a head poking out, and then, from inside her purse, produced a blue frame of a weapon with a long, hollow shaft, a fuse sticking out from under a small opening of said shaft, and a small trigger.
Jigg would probably create that weapon only if he knows how to. So, he did. He saw some sense in his tiny little brain and got half the offer Miss Heathenflow made. The rest would be honoured when the weapon was ready. When Miss Heathenflow was out of the place, Jigg put the blue frame into his apron and continued for Misses Glowming spade. She would need it the next morning for god knows what.
And here's what I'm going to reveal to you. Probably at this time, anyone would say that Jigg is the main character. Well, he isn't because he's not going to die. He will live for a long time and for that longest of times, he would regret the day when he met little Miss Heathenflow.
And thus, guns were created for the first time. Quite a weapon, really but useless when in close range, because the gun at that time took 10.5 seconds to reload per shot. Nevertheless, guns were created by a blacksmith in rural village from a request of a beautiful lady who was named Miss Heathenflow who at that time works as a two-time spy and cook of both the Resistance, and the bakery of Old Heathens. She is quite something when it comes to cooking. And another thing when it comes to being a researcher for new weapons.
That's when our hero comes in, a lone soldier of said Resistance, who, at the time when Jigg looked at the blue frame in detail over a half lit desk lamp, was trying to save his friend's life of an eternal curse for being such an ass in front of women. And such a dick.
Here, we will be introduced to Killian Huffnair. Nicknamed Ian because Kill was not a very good choice for a nickname.
To be continued when I am in the mood again. But trust me, I will continue this little story.
You're-a keepin' up-a with me?
So here's this one starts.
With a bang. A pretty loud bang but not enough to wake an entire village up but this particular bang wasn't very particular because there was no such thing as a particular sound, but this bang here, it began with a push of a trigger button. And then, it came with the explosion of powders, and the rippling of air with the bullet's travel straight towards a body at a very fast speed.
And that's how it all ended. When our main character died.
So, it started with that sound. Because Jigg Gathow was working in a blacksmith iron. Jigg wasn't a very smart man but what he does best is he's really good at bending iron and metal and hammering and most of all, keeping quiet. Jigg Gathow is a quiet blacksmith with two arms the size of an oak tree. And he is the beginning of a very long story that may continue on for some while. Of course, that part will come up later.
That's when another person comes into said smithy place and she was a tall woman with thick eyebrows, pierced ears, a most beautiful set of what-to-be-taken as hair. Her hair was what one would call, extremely fabulous with the sarcasm tensed into the every syllable of said praise. It would be called a bee hive from one side or a made-up small birdie house from another but if one would take her up from the front like Mr Gathow did, even Jigg would took the fair lady as a bit smitten by some strange lightning.
So as Jigg stopped hammering on the hot, thin, melting, bright metal rod on his smithy, he swiped his hands on his dirty apron only to be taken back with dirtier hands than before. He tried to smile but if you were there at the time, you would be quite stunned by quite a hairdo. Jigg bowed a little, and asked for the lady's request.
Miss Heathenflow was quite a woman. She smiled at Jigg a little, partly because all women who saw Jigg smiles a little inside and outside. Then, she took a look around the place, took in quite a lot of heat too, asked for Jigg's expertise and skills.
Well, Jigg soon followed with a list of things he create that may go as follow but he was cut in between by Miss Heathenflow when he mentioned he could create weapons. Of course, at that kinda time, when the "Empire" rules didn't reach that little old village, Jigg was only hammering weapons when there's wolves, bandits or just for art's sake. Well, now he is being offered quite a lot of money to make one of the most expectational weapon.
Miss Heathenflow would took a sidelong view of the street with a head poking out, and then, from inside her purse, produced a blue frame of a weapon with a long, hollow shaft, a fuse sticking out from under a small opening of said shaft, and a small trigger.
Jigg would probably create that weapon only if he knows how to. So, he did. He saw some sense in his tiny little brain and got half the offer Miss Heathenflow made. The rest would be honoured when the weapon was ready. When Miss Heathenflow was out of the place, Jigg put the blue frame into his apron and continued for Misses Glowming spade. She would need it the next morning for god knows what.
And here's what I'm going to reveal to you. Probably at this time, anyone would say that Jigg is the main character. Well, he isn't because he's not going to die. He will live for a long time and for that longest of times, he would regret the day when he met little Miss Heathenflow.
And thus, guns were created for the first time. Quite a weapon, really but useless when in close range, because the gun at that time took 10.5 seconds to reload per shot. Nevertheless, guns were created by a blacksmith in rural village from a request of a beautiful lady who was named Miss Heathenflow who at that time works as a two-time spy and cook of both the Resistance, and the bakery of Old Heathens. She is quite something when it comes to cooking. And another thing when it comes to being a researcher for new weapons.
That's when our hero comes in, a lone soldier of said Resistance, who, at the time when Jigg looked at the blue frame in detail over a half lit desk lamp, was trying to save his friend's life of an eternal curse for being such an ass in front of women. And such a dick.
Here, we will be introduced to Killian Huffnair. Nicknamed Ian because Kill was not a very good choice for a nickname.
To be continued when I am in the mood again. But trust me, I will continue this little story.
Mar 8, 2012
See here...
I wouldn't mind sharing some stories with you.
I mean, stories are meant to be told yes?
So, I wouldn't agree if someone ask me to throw a random story at each other. Precisely why I think I should summarise it up because if I have to write it down here, it would be an ass long post.
So here's how it started:
It was dark. And of course, by dark, I mean night. And I may mean there's a trickle of light punctuating the room, yes a room, with little windows at the right side of the room. Quite large room, I may say, with a king-sized bed and, oh, a wardrobe in front of it, and a simple make-up desk besides the said wardrobe. It was large, the desk, fitted with also with a large mirror. Now, imagine a person on the said bed, lying down, looking up at the ceiling.
Now, imagine said person is dead. Yes, dead. No bleeding, no poison, no ropes, no suicide lines, or leftover notes, not even clothing. Yes, that person is naked as in not a single line of cloth on the person's body.
I wouldn't tell the gender of the person, but from now on we will call it "Sam." Because mainly, Sam is such a simple name and it implies that the person, Sam, would be both genders, as in there are some people called Sam, and it may be a she or a he, who knows?
Anyways, now imagine a clock ticking. Yes, ticking. Out of nowhere, the sound just rings inside the halls, the walls, the carpet, and the ceiling above. That clock will soon struck 12. 12 midnight, of course. Very soon as in about 10 seconds.
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
And DONG.
And then Sam woke up. How did Sam woke up? Simple, he/she just straightened up and stretched. Sam scratches his naked butt, his naked back, and his naked head. Mind you, dead people do not have hair. As Sam scratches his/her whole body, he/she made his way to the wardrobe, opened it, and made a choice every undead would do. He would choose his suit, a tie, and a long overcoat. Sure, Sam can't feel the heat or the cold, but it would be quite rude to walk naked around with someone seeing your privateer.
So, Sam made his way to the desk, sees him/herself in the mirror, smiled and walked out of the house with a single tune on his/her broken lips. As he made his way out, he made plans for the night. The bar, particularly, drink something even thought it will evaporate in seconds inside Sam's body, then the park, take a walk around, see things. Then, maybe go shopping, or window shopping as Sam do not have a working brain nor a feeling of greediness. Dead people seldom need many things.
So, he made his night a wonderful one, with people around him/her trying to see if he/she is actually alive and not a walking corpse. Well, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. This time, it did.
So, he came across two people mugging a poor little man. Sure, undead do not have a sense of pride or satisfaction but Sam was particularly insulted when said muggers tried to mug him too. So he kicked both of the mugger's back with a limb unattached to anything. Then, he threw a leg at them when they freaked out and ran away. So's the poor little men, terrified of Sam. He/She picked up all the limbs and attached them back. He will need to sew them back together.
So, every night Sam does this. He doesn't even care what he lives or rather, half alive, anymore because Sam have gave up trying to find a meaning. So, everytime the clock struck 12, he would wake up, get dressed, smile to himself, and made plans for the day.
What was really wondering though was Sam did not quite believe that some people, pretty much alive, was exactly like him.
Dead. But not dead. Sam didn't even think of that anymore.
All Sam wanted to do was be dead and alive at the same time.
And that, people, is how you die inside. But not outside.
Live life with excitement, with expectations, and be miserable about it because why, because Sam thinks he/she is alive enough to go shopping for a pair of new boots. Mayhaps, that Sam didn't quite die much at all....
I mean, stories are meant to be told yes?
So, I wouldn't agree if someone ask me to throw a random story at each other. Precisely why I think I should summarise it up because if I have to write it down here, it would be an ass long post.
So here's how it started:
It was dark. And of course, by dark, I mean night. And I may mean there's a trickle of light punctuating the room, yes a room, with little windows at the right side of the room. Quite large room, I may say, with a king-sized bed and, oh, a wardrobe in front of it, and a simple make-up desk besides the said wardrobe. It was large, the desk, fitted with also with a large mirror. Now, imagine a person on the said bed, lying down, looking up at the ceiling.
Now, imagine said person is dead. Yes, dead. No bleeding, no poison, no ropes, no suicide lines, or leftover notes, not even clothing. Yes, that person is naked as in not a single line of cloth on the person's body.
I wouldn't tell the gender of the person, but from now on we will call it "Sam." Because mainly, Sam is such a simple name and it implies that the person, Sam, would be both genders, as in there are some people called Sam, and it may be a she or a he, who knows?
Anyways, now imagine a clock ticking. Yes, ticking. Out of nowhere, the sound just rings inside the halls, the walls, the carpet, and the ceiling above. That clock will soon struck 12. 12 midnight, of course. Very soon as in about 10 seconds.
9
8
7
6
5
4
3
2
1
And DONG.
And then Sam woke up. How did Sam woke up? Simple, he/she just straightened up and stretched. Sam scratches his naked butt, his naked back, and his naked head. Mind you, dead people do not have hair. As Sam scratches his/her whole body, he/she made his way to the wardrobe, opened it, and made a choice every undead would do. He would choose his suit, a tie, and a long overcoat. Sure, Sam can't feel the heat or the cold, but it would be quite rude to walk naked around with someone seeing your privateer.
So, Sam made his way to the desk, sees him/herself in the mirror, smiled and walked out of the house with a single tune on his/her broken lips. As he made his way out, he made plans for the night. The bar, particularly, drink something even thought it will evaporate in seconds inside Sam's body, then the park, take a walk around, see things. Then, maybe go shopping, or window shopping as Sam do not have a working brain nor a feeling of greediness. Dead people seldom need many things.
So, he made his night a wonderful one, with people around him/her trying to see if he/she is actually alive and not a walking corpse. Well, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. This time, it did.
So, he came across two people mugging a poor little man. Sure, undead do not have a sense of pride or satisfaction but Sam was particularly insulted when said muggers tried to mug him too. So he kicked both of the mugger's back with a limb unattached to anything. Then, he threw a leg at them when they freaked out and ran away. So's the poor little men, terrified of Sam. He/She picked up all the limbs and attached them back. He will need to sew them back together.
So, every night Sam does this. He doesn't even care what he lives or rather, half alive, anymore because Sam have gave up trying to find a meaning. So, everytime the clock struck 12, he would wake up, get dressed, smile to himself, and made plans for the day.
What was really wondering though was Sam did not quite believe that some people, pretty much alive, was exactly like him.
Dead. But not dead. Sam didn't even think of that anymore.
All Sam wanted to do was be dead and alive at the same time.
And that, people, is how you die inside. But not outside.
Live life with excitement, with expectations, and be miserable about it because why, because Sam thinks he/she is alive enough to go shopping for a pair of new boots. Mayhaps, that Sam didn't quite die much at all....
Mar 5, 2012
Yes. It hurts.
But whenever it does, it reminds me where i am and why am I here.
I never did take anything seriously especially my feelings. Because certainly, if my feelings tell me what I should or should not do, I wouldn't be here. I would be somewhere there isn't possibly an exit or escape. Therefore, people, I would like to tell you why I keep my face harden, and especially try not to let my feelings shown. Not just me out there, I'm sure of it, that is the only who's doing this. We're not being strong. It's why we are weak, that we cannot show our weaknesses to others. It makes us look weak.
You see, I am easily terrified and can easily shed a tear as anybody would.
I just hold it back as easily as it comes.
I am quite sensitive. Honestly, I anger myself too much I surprised myself at times. And I am really shocked to see a tear blowing up whenever something sad happens. And I cannot ever let these kinds of feelings outside.
It happened too many times, and I have lost precious things that I know I cannot lose, most of the time I am not even aware of it.
It's like a balloon. You know, you fill up a balloon with air. But what if something sharp poked it and BOOM it goes, it just disappear.
It doesn't make sense but try to compare it with a man holding back his tears. Now imagine if he is poked by a "needle." It would be a disaster.
I'm not that good in expressing my feelings toward something or someone but when it comes to holding it back or being patience enough, I am up to it. I have been pushed around and jerked here and there long enough that I know that I can hold my emotions in place. I know what will happen if I just let it out.
So you see, even if someone reads this or not, I don't even care anymore. I just want to let someone know that I am not as strong or calm or patience as I look. My face is hard at times but you do not need to see through someone to know his real emotions. You just have to look as clearly as possible. You do not see through a diamond but you can see it's brilliance just by looking at it.
Here I say it clearly and I say it now,
I am but a person, a person with feelings and emotions, just like anybody else. And like anybody else, I can have something that differentiate me from the others.
I am but a human being, capable of loving, hating, and caring for others.
I am but a creature with a sophisticated brain and a gift to think.
I just learn a lot from experiences.
-L.E.G. the Infinity plus One.
I never did take anything seriously especially my feelings. Because certainly, if my feelings tell me what I should or should not do, I wouldn't be here. I would be somewhere there isn't possibly an exit or escape. Therefore, people, I would like to tell you why I keep my face harden, and especially try not to let my feelings shown. Not just me out there, I'm sure of it, that is the only who's doing this. We're not being strong. It's why we are weak, that we cannot show our weaknesses to others. It makes us look weak.
You see, I am easily terrified and can easily shed a tear as anybody would.
I just hold it back as easily as it comes.
I am quite sensitive. Honestly, I anger myself too much I surprised myself at times. And I am really shocked to see a tear blowing up whenever something sad happens. And I cannot ever let these kinds of feelings outside.
It happened too many times, and I have lost precious things that I know I cannot lose, most of the time I am not even aware of it.
It's like a balloon. You know, you fill up a balloon with air. But what if something sharp poked it and BOOM it goes, it just disappear.
It doesn't make sense but try to compare it with a man holding back his tears. Now imagine if he is poked by a "needle." It would be a disaster.
I'm not that good in expressing my feelings toward something or someone but when it comes to holding it back or being patience enough, I am up to it. I have been pushed around and jerked here and there long enough that I know that I can hold my emotions in place. I know what will happen if I just let it out.
So you see, even if someone reads this or not, I don't even care anymore. I just want to let someone know that I am not as strong or calm or patience as I look. My face is hard at times but you do not need to see through someone to know his real emotions. You just have to look as clearly as possible. You do not see through a diamond but you can see it's brilliance just by looking at it.
Here I say it clearly and I say it now,
I am but a person, a person with feelings and emotions, just like anybody else. And like anybody else, I can have something that differentiate me from the others.
I am but a human being, capable of loving, hating, and caring for others.
I am but a creature with a sophisticated brain and a gift to think.
I just learn a lot from experiences.
-L.E.G. the Infinity plus One.
Mar 3, 2012
Let's do this.
>Go to facebook
>Open chat with any girl
>Chat
>Say "I love you too" at the end of conversation instead of goodbye
>??????
>If she says nothing, you have been labelled as a weirdo
>If she says something, you have been labelled as funny.
>If she says the same thing back.... Bingo.
And that, my fine friend, is how I got myself into this situation.
Now I can't get out...
As Silent Hill would have put it
"You got yourself in, you get yourself out."
Cheerios and see ya.
Oh, and give me feedback about the mixpod i just add. Great song, eh?
>Open chat with any girl
>Chat
>Say "I love you too" at the end of conversation instead of goodbye
>??????
>If she says nothing, you have been labelled as a weirdo
>If she says something, you have been labelled as funny.
>If she says the same thing back.... Bingo.
And that, my fine friend, is how I got myself into this situation.
Now I can't get out...
As Silent Hill would have put it
"You got yourself in, you get yourself out."
Cheerios and see ya.
Oh, and give me feedback about the mixpod i just add. Great song, eh?
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