Monday, February 7, 2011
Posts Disappearing?
Yup. Loads of posts going poof. Not an error, though. These posts and efforts writing... have not gone to waste. Not to worry.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
It Really is... Goodbye
Well, first up, it seems like I lost the piece of paper that would have made day 58/59 more complete :/ would be fun to re-type it, but I totally can't remember what was up on it.
Second, considering how inactive I've been on this, it must really look like I'm just bored of updating it, isn't it? Yeah, I am, for some reasons or the other.
Unfortunately, that means no more wall of texts :(. That almost means no more posts.
...
...
...
Not here. But somewhere else.
New and improved.
Hopefully, even easier for me to show stuff.
Hopefully, you can hide wall of texts so that you don't need to get flooded by it everytime you open the page.
Where's all this going to happen...?
Some will know. Some won't :).
But... I'll "Press" on, with all my "Words". ;)
Much more content to come, as I've found something worth typing, and it reveals me as a gamer, alot.
Because of that, I'll see you on the "other side".
This means, it is really goodbye...
-Abyss Flame, アビス炎, on Blogger
Second, considering how inactive I've been on this, it must really look like I'm just bored of updating it, isn't it? Yeah, I am, for some reasons or the other.
Unfortunately, that means no more wall of texts :(. That almost means no more posts.
...
...
...
Not here. But somewhere else.
New and improved.
Hopefully, even easier for me to show stuff.
Hopefully, you can hide wall of texts so that you don't need to get flooded by it everytime you open the page.
Where's all this going to happen...?
Some will know. Some won't :).
But... I'll "Press" on, with all my "Words". ;)
Much more content to come, as I've found something worth typing, and it reveals me as a gamer, alot.
Because of that, I'll see you on the "other side".
This means, it is really goodbye...
-Abyss Flame, アビス炎, on Blogger
Sunday, November 7, 2010
031010 - The Double Faced King - Digging the Sorrow Within
Certain pasts are always left undug, left covered up. unfortunately, these are also the ones often uncovered every so often, and through certain events, it seemingly always is.
No matter how long it has been since the bad memories have ended, there is always this permanent scar inside the minds of everyone affected. For some, they prefer to keep it deep down inside, never to see light again. Yet, the many things that happen everyday forces light to shine through into the deep depths of the abyss, right on these memories.
When they resurface, you feel as if it is not something that you would ever hope to remember again. Yet, as people start mentioning about them, the trigger instantly activates, the only thing that can be done is to sit, and listen.
Why must people have such sorrowful memories? Are they all but unnecessary? It seems everyone has at least one such thing through their lives, which they hate so badly, but cannot forget.
No matter how nonchalant I look as these memories are dug up, my heart trembles whenever someone activates it...
Unfortunately, it's pretty much always the same person.
No matter how long it has been since the bad memories have ended, there is always this permanent scar inside the minds of everyone affected. For some, they prefer to keep it deep down inside, never to see light again. Yet, the many things that happen everyday forces light to shine through into the deep depths of the abyss, right on these memories.
When they resurface, you feel as if it is not something that you would ever hope to remember again. Yet, as people start mentioning about them, the trigger instantly activates, the only thing that can be done is to sit, and listen.
Why must people have such sorrowful memories? Are they all but unnecessary? It seems everyone has at least one such thing through their lives, which they hate so badly, but cannot forget.
No matter how nonchalant I look as these memories are dug up, my heart trembles whenever someone activates it...
Unfortunately, it's pretty much always the same person.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
260910 - The Double Faced King - A Dilemma Ensnared Within
With time, certain things change. However, my stand towards something within the family hasn't changed for a long time.
Yet, a chat today revealed many hidden reasons that I had never thought of, that was something that became a large thing to think about.
Upon thinking back, I feel as if I've been rather selfish on my part, sticking to my decision for so long. Then again, I have my own reasons for sticking to them... With the chains I've been gripping so hard on to starting to fall slowly as I loosen my grip, I worry of various things that may happen if I do let go.
A dilemma I've been trapped into, that a decision is required in the earliest time possible, yet having possibly drastic changes once it is made.
What would you do?
Yet, a chat today revealed many hidden reasons that I had never thought of, that was something that became a large thing to think about.
Upon thinking back, I feel as if I've been rather selfish on my part, sticking to my decision for so long. Then again, I have my own reasons for sticking to them... With the chains I've been gripping so hard on to starting to fall slowly as I loosen my grip, I worry of various things that may happen if I do let go.
A dilemma I've been trapped into, that a decision is required in the earliest time possible, yet having possibly drastic changes once it is made.
What would you do?
Friday, September 10, 2010
100910 Interlude - Who is: The Double Faced King?
Amidst the warring armies, amidst the flaming orange glowing in the background, someone arises, looking over all the chaos happening below, from atop a mountain peak.
A stern look on his face turns to a smile, as he slowly makes his way down, step by step, his trusty silver sword on his equipment belt, swinging around as if it were a feather in the air, but the clanging of metal against metal armor can be heard in the distance. The chaos below continues, but neither side seem to be winning. Neither side notices the figure. Casualties are heavy, but many still fight on.
The night sky fills with clouds covering the area, and smoke billowing through the darkness. Snow begins to fall, ever so slowly, down onto the battlegrounds... and on the polished, shiny armor on the figure as he walks down, ever so slowly, ever so silently.
The clang of swords can be heard miles away, but it slowly stops, as if a sudden truce has occurred. Everyone stops and stares at the figure approaching them from the foot of the battleground. The snow gets heavy, only a blurry, dark figure can be seen, but the sounds of armor pieces knocking onto each other sound so familiar. The armies start moving towards the figure, speeding up... Rage fills both sides, as they charge towards it, filled with hatred.
The figure can be seen unsheathing his sword amidst the snow and darkness, as he prepares his battle stance...
Dawn breaks in, the sky begins to clear. Snow slowly stops falling, and the last fighting party collapses onto the ground. The once white snow fills with red for miles, but the sound of metal armor striking each other can still be heard. Someone's still alive...
The sound of a sword returning into its sheath can be heard, and footprints can be seen, leading into the background. Only a pair of footprints can be seen, yet a very long blood trail stretches across the distance, ending in a large pool of soldiers, collapsed, motionless, completely cold...
As the figure walks away, he turns back to look at the remnants of the battleground. A familiar face can be seen, but tears are flowing from his eyes... He wipes it off, a stern look returning to his face as he turns around and proceeds on.
The last snowflake falls... the figure disappears into the background...
The battleground falls into a deafening silence.
A stern look on his face turns to a smile, as he slowly makes his way down, step by step, his trusty silver sword on his equipment belt, swinging around as if it were a feather in the air, but the clanging of metal against metal armor can be heard in the distance. The chaos below continues, but neither side seem to be winning. Neither side notices the figure. Casualties are heavy, but many still fight on.
The night sky fills with clouds covering the area, and smoke billowing through the darkness. Snow begins to fall, ever so slowly, down onto the battlegrounds... and on the polished, shiny armor on the figure as he walks down, ever so slowly, ever so silently.
The clang of swords can be heard miles away, but it slowly stops, as if a sudden truce has occurred. Everyone stops and stares at the figure approaching them from the foot of the battleground. The snow gets heavy, only a blurry, dark figure can be seen, but the sounds of armor pieces knocking onto each other sound so familiar. The armies start moving towards the figure, speeding up... Rage fills both sides, as they charge towards it, filled with hatred.
The figure can be seen unsheathing his sword amidst the snow and darkness, as he prepares his battle stance...
Dawn breaks in, the sky begins to clear. Snow slowly stops falling, and the last fighting party collapses onto the ground. The once white snow fills with red for miles, but the sound of metal armor striking each other can still be heard. Someone's still alive...
The sound of a sword returning into its sheath can be heard, and footprints can be seen, leading into the background. Only a pair of footprints can be seen, yet a very long blood trail stretches across the distance, ending in a large pool of soldiers, collapsed, motionless, completely cold...
As the figure walks away, he turns back to look at the remnants of the battleground. A familiar face can be seen, but tears are flowing from his eyes... He wipes it off, a stern look returning to his face as he turns around and proceeds on.
The last snowflake falls... the figure disappears into the background...
The battleground falls into a deafening silence.
040910 - The Double Faced King: The Deepest, Darkest Depths
The toughest decisions always come unexpected, and when you're forced to make a choice, you get really confused. Sometimes in such a hurry, the wrongest decisions get made.
Fortunately though, there is always the parts of salvation, and after you think of it for some time, you realize how lucky it was that said opportunity entered at the best moments. You realize how wrong your choice was, and how this may have just saved ya.
With the aversion of what I'd consider a disaster, I'm beginning to discover who I really am, and where I may actually be headed for. Yet, if these very tough decisions come in another instant again, will it be the same scenario, or will I be able to consciously avoid these before it even happens?
Amidst the darkest depths of the king's heart, an illumination fills the void within. Salvation nears as the king stretches his hand out to reach for the light...
But, will he have the strength to pull himself up into the light, or plunge into darkness yet again...?
Fortunately though, there is always the parts of salvation, and after you think of it for some time, you realize how lucky it was that said opportunity entered at the best moments. You realize how wrong your choice was, and how this may have just saved ya.
With the aversion of what I'd consider a disaster, I'm beginning to discover who I really am, and where I may actually be headed for. Yet, if these very tough decisions come in another instant again, will it be the same scenario, or will I be able to consciously avoid these before it even happens?
Amidst the darkest depths of the king's heart, an illumination fills the void within. Salvation nears as the king stretches his hand out to reach for the light...
But, will he have the strength to pull himself up into the light, or plunge into darkness yet again...?
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