Spring Break

Yeah, Spring Break.

'Nuff said

A Lost Art

A part of me has been severed. No longer will this passion of mine be able to create a melody in which I can express myself. The strings of the piano downstairs will stay ever quiet.


I have decided to stop having piano lessons.

Even though now I have no official training, I will put my 10 years of previous learning to learn the works of Chopin, Mozart, and Bach on my own.


It will be a tougher road without the help of my piano teacher. This is more a tribute to my years with her than anything else. I think her patient teachings and constant reminders to "put a sharp on the D" created the pianist I am instead of the innate talent I was born with.

I will miss her and the lessons I learn while under her wing.

During the phone conversation in which I informed her I would stop taking lessons, she asked to keep in touch. No doubt I will.

I now look at my title and think it's misleading. You cannot lose a talent.

I will never forget to play piano. I will never forget my teacher.



Play on.

Why We Don't Go to Ravenholm

2012. I work in an institute named East Black Mesa. We are a research institution, but dont expect to see our findings anywhere. We have to be discreet in order to protect our research and ourselves.

A newcomer came today. We were assigned to crate transport. Boring work. As we stroll around, he points and asks me, "Why is the passageway to Ravenholm blocked off?"

I pause. I guess he saw my sudden halt because he then asked, "Should I not ask?"

I cry. My mind goes back to the painful night. The night when Ravenholm died.

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I sigh. Once again the sun sets on our town of Ravenholm. It feels like a curse, as our town is a refuge from those hiding from the Combine.

Those bastards. They essentially take the strongest citizens from each city and turn them into alien hybrid soldiers.

Our city motto is simple, "Born with Freedom. Fight for Freedom." This city has managed to stay off the radar of the Combine, but we have no idea when a raid could come.

I am standing on the patio of my house, just admiring the golden sky when the siren goes off.

Oh no.

Combine dropships fly across the sky. The once organic monsters now carry a belly full of Combine soldiers.

I guess tourist season just started.

I turn back into the house where my revolver is.



I hate tourists.



- End

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I always wanted to do a fan fiction. I just played around with the Ravenholm chapter of Half-Life 2. I might continue with this story if i feel like it. Honestly I really dont have a plan for it to go anywhere.

And so it shall be....

Derivative

Something has been missing from my latest posts. Something that is very small and may not matter to the reader, but does me me.

I have been neglecting my usual ending phrase: "And so it shall be..."

Why is that? Bored in my Pierce College Psychology class, i pondered this reason.

1. Its just a phrase.

2. It shouldn't matter if I use it or not. The content is important, not the conclusion itself.

3. I should not miss it, and neither should the readers.

But somehow it feels like I'm obligated to end my posts with the same phrase i was using about 3 years ago. Hm, what is this? A progression? An evolution? Maybe.

I can safetly assume that my writing style has changed over the years. Is it so shocking that i choose to leave out a writing mechanic that i have used before?

Hmmmm, why the pondering over a simple matter of a simple phrase? Maybe i consider it my own personal call-off sign. Therefore, losing this phrase is losing my own sense of personal identity.

On to other matters.

I am going to experiment. Next post will be a short story.

"Why We Don't Go to Ravenholm"

And so it shall be...

Mario Kart

"You Bitch!", i whisper to my friend as his Yoshi cart completely destroys my Dry Bones with a red shell.

Its 5th period. Frankly, Roy and I are the perfect examples of how not to behave in a academic classroom. Yet, we dont care, and we still manage to pull of an 'A' despite our horrible horrible attitudes towards 5th period English.

Therefore, we sit one in front of the other with DS's in our hands. But the DS Roy is holding isn't his. It's Jacob's. However, we all rotate DS's to play 1v1's while the rest of the class starts reading Shakespeare.

Soon more challengers arrive. Marika joins the fray as Peach while Mitchell plays as Shy Guy. Batel and Jackie are now racing each other while we stand by as onlookers and our English teacher drones on, oblivious to our enjoyment.

Now people are discussing the amazing wi-fi ability of the DS and the ability of only one game cartridge needed for multiplayer. In Laymen terms, Your friend doesnt need to have the game to play with you, he can simply download the game off of your DS wirelessly. People want one, and people all around the classroom promise to bring their's from now on so that we can have a giant race.

Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines.