Eye On MOGS: Welcome (Virtual Items/Currency Comparison)
Eye On MOGS: Welcome (Virtual Items/Currency Comparison)
Whoa... a price checker for MMORPGs...
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Progress
Isn't she the coolest???
She's progressed from the last pic I posted of her. For those who don't know, this is my Guild Wars main character.
She's progressed from the last pic I posted of her. For those who don't know, this is my Guild Wars main character.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Lost in the Sway...
This is unbelievable, but totally hilarious, so I have got to share it.
I'm sitting in my car, with my girlfriend besides me (this is a very important point. It's not just anyone beside me, it's my girlfriend of 4 years), and I'm going to the local gas station. Now, since gas prices here in Puerto Rico are going up fast, there's a lot of people crowding stations where gas is cheap, and this one isn't any different. There's a line to get on it, and 2 people stopping cars and checking if there are free pumps, so people can go.
Now one of the 2 people was a funny old man. No biggie there. But the other is this pretty young girl, short hair, brunette, with a very nice body, wearing a short shirt, leaving her very well-sculpted body showing in the best places, and tight short jeans. She's nice-looking, so as any man, I stare.
My girlfriend comments about the line taking a long time, and i think to myself, "With her administering the line, I can stay here all day if she wants". Obviously I don't vocalize this thought. My eyes are transfixed by the sway of her hips as she walks to check if there's a free pump for me.
In the process, it seems (I'm too busy staring at her hips to notice) that she removes the hairband from her hair, and starts exagerating the sway of her hips a bit.
I drool.
My girlfriend comments something to the effect of "What's up with her, is she showing off for you or something?" to which I reply, blurting it out without any remorse "I don't know really, but damn, she's HOT!".
Now, all guys obviously know this is a no-no.
It takes a full 2 seconds for me to realize what I did, and by the time I do, it's too late to dodge my girlfriend's incoming right-hook.
Now, 1 hour later, it still hurts.
Hmm...
Hmm, seems like I wrote something after all this time...
Cool.
ANyways, the Preparation story isn't really finished, but I was so happy I had written something that I posted it as it stands. I'll finish it later, and put up the rest as a separate post... I think Preparation stands on it's own, sorta... ^_^
Ash out.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Arilith's Past: Preparation
Coming from under a bunch of maids, still checking and measuring her dress, but giving her a bit of room, Arilith comes out with a sigh. She knows that to fight them is useless, that under the command of her mother, they will finish her dress even if Anathema come knocking on the door.
On cue someone opens the door, but instead of seeing a Forsaken or some such thing, she sees something worse: her mother. She can feel the close scrutiny of her mother's penetrating gaze on every inch of her dress, checking hem, waist, and every other segment of the dress for a perfect fit.
Not like the dress didn't look like it was made for her, because it was. Light blue shifting into white the lower it goes, with blue hearthstone armbands with matching hearthstones on the arms, saphire earrings and the most beautiful blue eyes you could ever have seen. The ensemble was perfect.
"Hurry up, Ari, the guests have already begun to arrive." And everyone knew her voice was law, so all the maids just finished their touches on Arilith's dress and let her pass.
Walking down the hallway, they seemed identical. Proper behaviour in every step. But where you could see the breeding in her mother, Arilith seemed rebellious against it. And not conciously, even. She had trouble walking in such a way, the high heels gave her trouble, and she hated the long part of the skirt dragging behind her, even though it was enchanted not to snag or to even touch the floor.
It wasn't even the clothes, she thought. It was everything they represented, and everything they brought with them. It brought people's attention. People's stares and admiration. But it was all unearned. It was all because it was House Leedal. Nothing else. While she wore that dress, she was Ledaal's newest heir, nothing more. She felt like she stopped being an individual, and she hated that.
Wind
I close my eyes, and all I see is the red of the blood in my eyelids. I see all red, like the life that flows through me and throughout my body, allowing me to experience everything else. Attuning to this life I can even feel my heartbeat, pumping in a rythmic reminder that I am alive, and, even deeper, that I am. But this is not what I'm here for now.
I cancel out that sense, and I listen to my music, the only constant in my life. Some people have even gone as far as saying that the headphones are grafted to my neck, so they're either always in my ears or dangling from my neck when in class. But this isn't what I'm here for.
I cancel out my ears, and, just floating there, I feel the rope grid of the hammock sustaining my weight, of my laptop on my lap, and the wind on my face. The wind. I block out the laptop and the hammock, and I keep what I wanted.
The wind.
It's easy to personify it, carresing my face and arms the way it does. I feel it's chilly touch brush my hair, cool down my body to very comfortable temperatures, and pass by my lips, kissing me goodbye. Makes me wonder if I need anything else.
It also helps me concentrate on my current affairs. Things have been hectic and emotionally charged lately, seemingly assaulting from all sides. Hell, the emotional struggle was so huge my wooden bracelet snapped on it's own. Even those I thought were with me seem to have forgotten me. And it is very similar to how I feel now. Floating in nothingness.
But then the wind caresses my lips again.
Makes one wonder just how alone someone truly is. Maybe you just don't know where to look. Maybe your emotions blind you. I know a lot of people with that problem. But at least right now, I'm at peace.
I lift my hands and caress the wind back.
P.S.: My thanks to Eldrin for his wonderful balcony and hammock, the inspiration for this post.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Tokyo Nights - Your Definitive Japanese Media Source
Tokyo Nights - Your Definitive Japanese Media Source
Needs further exploration...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
...
What an old memory... the feeling of being someone's best friend, of that person considering you for anything and everything she did, of being thought about almost constantly...
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Doom 3 Files - DungeonDOOM XP (6.0) Info
Doom 3 Files - DungeonDOOM XP (6.0) Info
Sounds impressive... I'll have to get Doom 3 then....
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Elizabeth Bathory
You are Elizabeth Bathory. (The bloodcountess)
Legend tells us that you, this very rich,
beautiful and high born woman tortured and
murdered some 650 young women and bathed in
their warm blood to keep yourself beautiful.
In some stories, it is said you have drank thier
blood as well. You were a sexual sadist on a
grand scale.
Ah vanity is your downfall. For shame!
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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