I LIVE!!!!
I live! I live!
Like a phoenix just reborn!
I live! I live!
As though I've been here but just gone!
2 whole weeks of NO Internet access - due to:
1) working at Dad's new lot at Bangsar
2) working at Dad's new lot at Bangsar with NO Streamyx
3) sure, Hogzilla's lot has one, but my laptop can't connect to it, and ONLY Gigi's (Hogzilla's GF) one could, AND she uses it 10-8.
And JUST when I got the chance to use it when she's not around...
...BOOOOOM!! Freaking Taiwan quake disrupted Asia's connections and rendered everyone with a crappy line worse than a dial-up for a few days...
...and I can't access my DA nor Lj again =.=
UNTIL TODAY!!!
Despite being the day of the New Year, my workaholic parents who despise the idea of taking a human routine called "holiday" are working - with me in tow. Dad's over at the classic lot, I'm here with the modern boys and Hogzilla's two fighting fishes that both resembles Dante and Vergil - one is bloody red and one is shining dark blue - and, well, they ARE fighting fishes, so they fight! (Well, when you disturb them, that is, or place their glasses near each other. YEAH, these demonic fishies are swimming in wine glasses...)
Still...it's great to be back online. It feels like an eternity, living in the Dark Ages of NO-Internet-Access...I'm stuck with Morpheus, 2 "BLOODY ENGLISHMEN!" magicians that practically stole dreamers right under Morpheus' nose, a whole lot of weird casts that became his fragile things...
...and then, some higher one up there decided to plonk me with a pre-New-Year's-eve gift of a fricking GASTRITIS and FEVER! Sorry, sir, I do NOT appreciate the gut pain and agony and FRICKING CHILLS!! that come with your gift - where's the gift exchange counter?
Thank (the other higher one up there), I recovered well enough to see the New Year - only I'm left with a pounding headache at the other side of the skull, that's all.
And yes, sad to say, too much of Neil Gaiman can be a bad thing - look at the way I'm writing this. It diverts away from my usual writing style, and my way of thinking...
...and I did see the Dark Lord of Dreams and Nightmares around. Once, in dreams, that is. It's a weird one, but vivid enough for me to remember.
Because I was Mysso. In that dream. I know, because I was dressed as her.
And Salem was there too.
And what the hell - the wizened old man in dark magician clothes, and long-white dragon beard sprouting from his chin - he called himself Merlin. Merlin had a weird creature around his neck that darted away from him as it unwrapped itself from the master's neck and jumped down - oh no - transformed itself into an ugly green little imp to walk away after its Master gave it its order. Merlin confronted me-
-and although I can't remember the actual conversation, I do know he'd tasked me and Salem with a job - a mission, more like, to escort this so-called Princess from who-the-hell-knew-where to see him for his apprenticeship.
HeeeY...was I escorting a potential Nimue? Apparently, Mysso/I don't care as long as he's paid me my moolah. (And I think he did, since Mysso/I said, "Okay, job accepted.") And just as I got Salem to come away with me...
...in the Victorian background that looked like Old England (only in black and white) - y'know, those ancient black lamp-posts and bridges and do I see the (black) Big Ben? - I saw this tall, giant of a pale man with black rugged hair wearing a black cape over his already dark clothes (and he has long, skeletal fingers) and he looked at me with those freaky eyes...
...and bowed away, down, to enter a small door 3/4 his height into a house just a few metres away from where we (Merlin, Salem and Mysso/I) were standing. And around us, these old England working folks walked past us and around us, oblivious to the presence of many a great magical entities beyond their dreams and/or imagination...
...and whaddyaknow, the next moment in dreams (dreams are unrelative to time - and pretty fluid), I was back in my world.
ONLY, this world existed in dreams. YEAH, the entire Ground Floor of Kuala Lumpur Plaza right in dreams! - and I was walking towards...
...Coffee Bean.
Because it's the final meeting point. Whatever Mysso/I thought that time.
And who do I see, but Salem himself, in that brown flowing cloak and sporting that monocle of his, pouring TEA from a white TEAPOT for this short brunette in a taffetta/beige dress that looked a wee bit like a magess' clothes - of god-knows-which-fantasy-world she came from. No weapons seen about them, 'course - no one would expect an attack to take place in public.
But an attack DID take place in public.
Just as Mysso/I walked over to the waving angel-mage (who, by the time, has seen me), this dude (I forgot how he looked like - a bit Barret-ish (FF7) and a bit of a brute) came running amok into the public walkway/entrance next to Coffee Bean and tried to attack our table-
-but I stopped him alright. Pushed him away (with some dream-world force!), magicked out that Hyperion of mine while Salem built up a shimmery magic wall of defense around the place with his left hand while holding his skull-cane in the other, and the Princess tried to calm the panicked patrons at the cafe-
-and out I go through the wall to confront this madman AND beat the crap outta him.
Here's where Mysso/I start going Renzokuken - I know it's Squall's style of attack because she/I rapidly slash the dude upfront about 8-9 times, pulling the trigger while doing so thus giving tiny explosions with every slash, and she/I backed away (meaning failed to get ending move!) just as the madman grew lagi enraged and wanted to fire something at me - a bomb, grenade, fire spell, hell, barrage of bullets, judging from his throwing gesture-
-but before he could do that, I'd dashed forward and dealt him the Renzokuken again - this time for REAL just like Squall - slashed him upwards into the air, strike him 15 times in every direction, and for the final finishing move of LIONHEART!!!, gave one mighty diagonal cut downwards, and as Mysso/I landed neatly on one knee and Hyperion glinting with (I suspect something looked like blood), the guy somewhat exploded in mid-air, raining scraps of meat and metal in the area of attack.
Mysso/I stood up, swung the Hyperion to fleck away the "blood", and smirked at what was left of the madman - bloodied jigsaw pieces of flesh and bone. After the attack, Salem's defence wall disappeared and out walked the scared patrons to their destinations. Just as I turned back, the mess in that area was clean again (dreams had their way of disposing the chopped-up dead, I guess.)
I remarked to Salem and the Princess about something (I think she/I did said, "All in a day's work, I guess.") and just as I was about to escort said Princess together with Salem out to Mr.Merlin, wherever he was...
...I heard my Dad knocked at my door, and I knew it's time to go. Wake up, that is.
I never did knew if Salem did deliver the Princess safe and sound to Mr.Merlin. Only Salem has the answer for now - but because it's in dreams, I'll not know if Salem dreams and remembers it - it wouldn't hurt to ask him later ;P
Too much Neil Gaiman and his Sandman stuff is also bad for ma soul.
I agree with what trirose had said for her sign too - "WTF!!!"
Susanna Clarke (the girl who wrote Jonathan Strange and Mr.Norrell) had a nice novella about Morpheus - hence, the 2 bloody Englishmen mages who pissed Morpheus off by stealing his dreamers right under his nose to the point Morpheus remarked that, as he suspected, his world of sand is short of 5 grains after he measured it with his scales. BWAHA. 5 grains short.
At the very least, I don't wanna see his siblings. They're scary.
It's pouring right on New Year's Day. Someone's crying up there I guess.
And I'm sitting here in a boring room
It's just another rainy Monday afternoon
I'm wasting my time I've got nothing to do
I'm hanging around, waiting for someone to fool
But nothing ever happens
And I wonder.
Harlequin has not found his Columbine - or rather, his Columbine has become the Harlequin.
*tears hair* Yeap. Too much Neil Gaiman in my Dark times of No-Internet-Access will eventually drive me crazy. And I'm only 3/4 through the book.
...I need my cuppa to make me sober. But alas, I've not drunk a drop in almost 2 weeks.
And no wonder.
-Lammy-
Like a phoenix just reborn!
I live! I live!
As though I've been here but just gone!
2 whole weeks of NO Internet access - due to:
1) working at Dad's new lot at Bangsar
2) working at Dad's new lot at Bangsar with NO Streamyx
3) sure, Hogzilla's lot has one, but my laptop can't connect to it, and ONLY Gigi's (Hogzilla's GF) one could, AND she uses it 10-8.
And JUST when I got the chance to use it when she's not around...
...BOOOOOM!! Freaking Taiwan quake disrupted Asia's connections and rendered everyone with a crappy line worse than a dial-up for a few days...
...and I can't access my DA nor Lj again =.=
UNTIL TODAY!!!
Despite being the day of the New Year, my workaholic parents who despise the idea of taking a human routine called "holiday" are working - with me in tow. Dad's over at the classic lot, I'm here with the modern boys and Hogzilla's two fighting fishes that both resembles Dante and Vergil - one is bloody red and one is shining dark blue - and, well, they ARE fighting fishes, so they fight! (Well, when you disturb them, that is, or place their glasses near each other. YEAH, these demonic fishies are swimming in wine glasses...)
Still...it's great to be back online. It feels like an eternity, living in the Dark Ages of NO-Internet-Access...I'm stuck with Morpheus, 2 "BLOODY ENGLISHMEN!" magicians that practically stole dreamers right under Morpheus' nose, a whole lot of weird casts that became his fragile things...
...and then, some higher one up there decided to plonk me with a pre-New-Year's-eve gift of a fricking GASTRITIS and FEVER! Sorry, sir, I do NOT appreciate the gut pain and agony and FRICKING CHILLS!! that come with your gift - where's the gift exchange counter?
Thank (the other higher one up there), I recovered well enough to see the New Year - only I'm left with a pounding headache at the other side of the skull, that's all.
And yes, sad to say, too much of Neil Gaiman can be a bad thing - look at the way I'm writing this. It diverts away from my usual writing style, and my way of thinking...
...and I did see the Dark Lord of Dreams and Nightmares around. Once, in dreams, that is. It's a weird one, but vivid enough for me to remember.
Because I was Mysso. In that dream. I know, because I was dressed as her.
And Salem was there too.
And what the hell - the wizened old man in dark magician clothes, and long-white dragon beard sprouting from his chin - he called himself Merlin. Merlin had a weird creature around his neck that darted away from him as it unwrapped itself from the master's neck and jumped down - oh no - transformed itself into an ugly green little imp to walk away after its Master gave it its order. Merlin confronted me-
-and although I can't remember the actual conversation, I do know he'd tasked me and Salem with a job - a mission, more like, to escort this so-called Princess from who-the-hell-knew-where to see him for his apprenticeship.
HeeeY...was I escorting a potential Nimue? Apparently, Mysso/I don't care as long as he's paid me my moolah. (And I think he did, since Mysso/I said, "Okay, job accepted.") And just as I got Salem to come away with me...
...in the Victorian background that looked like Old England (only in black and white) - y'know, those ancient black lamp-posts and bridges and do I see the (black) Big Ben? - I saw this tall, giant of a pale man with black rugged hair wearing a black cape over his already dark clothes (and he has long, skeletal fingers) and he looked at me with those freaky eyes...
...and bowed away, down, to enter a small door 3/4 his height into a house just a few metres away from where we (Merlin, Salem and Mysso/I) were standing. And around us, these old England working folks walked past us and around us, oblivious to the presence of many a great magical entities beyond their dreams and/or imagination...
...and whaddyaknow, the next moment in dreams (dreams are unrelative to time - and pretty fluid), I was back in my world.
ONLY, this world existed in dreams. YEAH, the entire Ground Floor of Kuala Lumpur Plaza right in dreams! - and I was walking towards...
...Coffee Bean.
Because it's the final meeting point. Whatever Mysso/I thought that time.
And who do I see, but Salem himself, in that brown flowing cloak and sporting that monocle of his, pouring TEA from a white TEAPOT for this short brunette in a taffetta/beige dress that looked a wee bit like a magess' clothes - of god-knows-which-fantasy-world she came from. No weapons seen about them, 'course - no one would expect an attack to take place in public.
But an attack DID take place in public.
Just as Mysso/I walked over to the waving angel-mage (who, by the time, has seen me), this dude (I forgot how he looked like - a bit Barret-ish (FF7) and a bit of a brute) came running amok into the public walkway/entrance next to Coffee Bean and tried to attack our table-
-but I stopped him alright. Pushed him away (with some dream-world force!), magicked out that Hyperion of mine while Salem built up a shimmery magic wall of defense around the place with his left hand while holding his skull-cane in the other, and the Princess tried to calm the panicked patrons at the cafe-
-and out I go through the wall to confront this madman AND beat the crap outta him.
Here's where Mysso/I start going Renzokuken - I know it's Squall's style of attack because she/I rapidly slash the dude upfront about 8-9 times, pulling the trigger while doing so thus giving tiny explosions with every slash, and she/I backed away (meaning failed to get ending move!) just as the madman grew lagi enraged and wanted to fire something at me - a bomb, grenade, fire spell, hell, barrage of bullets, judging from his throwing gesture-
-but before he could do that, I'd dashed forward and dealt him the Renzokuken again - this time for REAL just like Squall - slashed him upwards into the air, strike him 15 times in every direction, and for the final finishing move of LIONHEART!!!, gave one mighty diagonal cut downwards, and as Mysso/I landed neatly on one knee and Hyperion glinting with (I suspect something looked like blood), the guy somewhat exploded in mid-air, raining scraps of meat and metal in the area of attack.
Mysso/I stood up, swung the Hyperion to fleck away the "blood", and smirked at what was left of the madman - bloodied jigsaw pieces of flesh and bone. After the attack, Salem's defence wall disappeared and out walked the scared patrons to their destinations. Just as I turned back, the mess in that area was clean again (dreams had their way of disposing the chopped-up dead, I guess.)
I remarked to Salem and the Princess about something (I think she/I did said, "All in a day's work, I guess.") and just as I was about to escort said Princess together with Salem out to Mr.Merlin, wherever he was...
...I heard my Dad knocked at my door, and I knew it's time to go. Wake up, that is.
I never did knew if Salem did deliver the Princess safe and sound to Mr.Merlin. Only Salem has the answer for now - but because it's in dreams, I'll not know if Salem dreams and remembers it - it wouldn't hurt to ask him later ;P
Too much Neil Gaiman and his Sandman stuff is also bad for ma soul.
I agree with what trirose had said for her sign too - "WTF!!!"
Susanna Clarke (the girl who wrote Jonathan Strange and Mr.Norrell) had a nice novella about Morpheus - hence, the 2 bloody Englishmen mages who pissed Morpheus off by stealing his dreamers right under his nose to the point Morpheus remarked that, as he suspected, his world of sand is short of 5 grains after he measured it with his scales. BWAHA. 5 grains short.
At the very least, I don't wanna see his siblings. They're scary.
It's pouring right on New Year's Day. Someone's crying up there I guess.
And I'm sitting here in a boring room
It's just another rainy Monday afternoon
I'm wasting my time I've got nothing to do
I'm hanging around, waiting for someone to fool
But nothing ever happens
And I wonder.
Harlequin has not found his Columbine - or rather, his Columbine has become the Harlequin.
*tears hair* Yeap. Too much Neil Gaiman in my Dark times of No-Internet-Access will eventually drive me crazy. And I'm only 3/4 through the book.
...I need my cuppa to make me sober. But alas, I've not drunk a drop in almost 2 weeks.
And no wonder.
-Lammy-