Everyone knows a sword is a very great combat weapon. Whenever someone had a melee weapon in the old days, you will usually see someone with a sword, be it one-handed or two-handed. A sword represents power and skill, since wars were commonly fought with people in the front lines using them. However, a sword is more than just mere power. If a person just has sheer power, then they will easily be destroyed as they will not be able to keep up with someone. As well as this, it represents a responsi
Warning: Potential Kingdom Hearts 2 spoilers. If you're interested in the story and are playing/have not played Kingdom Hearts 2, there will be talk of the story. You have been warned.
A bit different from my other blog posts, I wanted to try analyzing quotes from video games and why they are so significant for the story of games.
Anyways, "Why did he choose you?" is a quote said by Roxas when he encounters Sora in the Station of Serenity after teleporting from The World That Never Was.
Do you know who says "l8"? People who are rude and have no regard for anyone that might be a bit out of the loop. Someone who says, "This was posted a while ago." isn't bad since they're at least being moderate about it. However, someone saying "l8" or "so l8" is rude and inconsiderate since they didn't even take the effort to write a proper sentence and instead had to resort to Internet shortcuts. Note that saying "l8" doesn't contribute to anything and instead is spam. If you've seen it before
2 AM in the morning on a Sunday morning, so why not? Anyways, this is a subject that's been recently sticking with me for myself personally, but it intrigues me more than I would like to admit. Throughout my life, I have had random spikes of adrenaline, and most are triggered (not in an anger way) by events that happen throughout life normally. I just don't know what it is exactly, but it's always intrigued me and I'm positively sure that it happens to most, if not all, people at some point.
Well, this topic has recently come up with me, and I've decided to blog about it, since that's the wisest option. Death is seen throughout life, with random people to even your closest relative disappearing. Now a question has recently come up that I needed to answer: Are you afraid of death? Honestly, I can say that I will willingly accept death. Of course I'm not suicidal or anything and would put a knife to my throat or something, but I'm not afraid enough where if my life ended the next day,
I've noticed I have been using the blogs much more recently than before, and that's because this is the place where I feel that I can vent or talk about things that I can't share to just one person. Anyways, here's what I have to say about something that happened to me today, so feel free to skip this if you want.
Today, I visited a graduation for friends of mine who had just gone out of high school. Everyone was happy and fun, and I was trying to feel happy with them, but in reality... I co
That's my problem
When a friend is in dire need
And he needs help to succeed
That's my problem
When friends argue
And I can't get my point across
That's my problem
When anger flows through me
To defend the ones I love
That's my problem
Anger kills the best of relationships
And when I struggle within to hold back my true passions
That's my problem
Disclaimer: This is a rant by me about what's happening in my life currently. Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to hear me complain.
Basically, to get things out of the way now, my parents are SUPER religious, and I do mean super. They believe everything is linked with God and stuff like that and that everything must be applied with God in order to actually function. This is the part where I am starting to slowly hate them (though I have been slowly going down in terms of relationsh
I don't usually make a blog entry, but I thought it was better to vent in a section barely anyone sees than bug other people who might have other things better to do than listen to me (which is practically everyone, since everyone has something important to do in their own lives).
Lately, I've been having a split mind. I don't mean this in a physical sense where my mind is cut into two halves, but metaphorically as it feel as though I have two personalities. One side of me is the side I stri
I'm not exactly sure why, but for some odd reason, I've been remembering most of my dreams lately. It's odd because I usually wake up in the morning not remembering what even happened during the span of time where I was on my computer to the time I woke up. Now, almost every morning I remember bits and pieces of information from my dreams which I couldn't recall before. The weirdest part though is that they're all linked together with one defining trait: All of them have one person who I like (n
I'm not quite sure how to explain this, but I've always had a "dream setting" or something of the sort. Basically a place where I would love to be and never leave. Anyways, here's what it is.
I've always imagined myself in a diner somewhere in a busy city (kinda like New York or Chicago). It's a rainy day, the diner's pretty empty and quiet, it's around 1 AM, and I'm there with coffee while subtle jazz music is playing in the background (something like this: http://youtube.com/watch/?v=jW1Gw
Today, I recently purchased a S. SMG for 1 scrap. I had gone to break down a refined to buy it for .22, but the person put up a S. SMG + .88 when I put up a refined. It was a good day.
Proof: http://puu.sh/33Alj.png
