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Nov. 7th, 2007
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andbelieve.livejournal.comToday I tried to make something for breakfast, but it came out all black and the spoon disappeared as soon as I stuck it in to stir! I think it tasted alright, despite that.
I'm going to try digging again. Hopefully I won't hit a pipe this time, the building maintainers were quiet angered when I broke one last time.
I'm going to try digging again. Hopefully I won't hit a pipe this time, the building maintainers were quiet angered when I broke one last time.
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Nov. 7th, 2007 03:54 pmcrusaded.livejournal.com[ Filter: Private ]
I have believed, since the beginning, that I have been doing the right thing. I have fought for what was taught to me as the Greater Good; not just through schooling and academies, but through my own life experiences. A war has plagued me, ripped apart my life; and since I was little I can remember not allowing it to tear me apart completely. I reached for the pieces, and everyday I carefully assorted them into something that I could remember. I stood tall, and eventually taught myself how to fight. Not physically, per se, but come to terms with the battle going on within myself. If I was to be an example, I couldn't allow myself to be pushed down; I had to keep trying, no matter what it took.
I have had my moments of doubt. When in need, inspiration has always found a way to me. Through my soldiers, and through my own actions. One moment that I remember, that I will until the day I die, were the words of a soldier under my command. I thought the we were wasting our time with the menial search of villages that had been attacked by GEARS, scrounging through the scraps of great cities in hope of human life. I slipped, and one day, expressed my fears of failure to a soldier who was merely delivering a message of the Death we were chasing. I asked him if we should give up after scaling the city instead of using man power on hopeless endeavors. He said, simply, that we were the ones who would find the survivors, and our duty to the people was to continue to do as we were until everyone was safe. I learned something that day.
I wonder if it's hopeless to chase Sol, and even now, as I sit here and write this, reread it silently to myself, I can't help but feel uplifted when I think about him. My anger also fuels his pursual, and my intentions aren't anything but selfish. Perhaps I am acting like a child, but now that he's gone, I miss him. He is the one catharsis that I have, and he is the one person that I wish to save, and one that I can trust. In our exchange, he's taught me more things then I could have learned in a lifetime. And what of my life here? These people also need protecting. I can't say that it's not my place, but I also can't say that I also don't feel obligated. I will, no matter what, fight until I can save every last person.
I have believed, since the beginning, that I have been doing the right thing. I have fought for what was taught to me as the Greater Good; not just through schooling and academies, but through my own life experiences. A war has plagued me, ripped apart my life; and since I was little I can remember not allowing it to tear me apart completely. I reached for the pieces, and everyday I carefully assorted them into something that I could remember. I stood tall, and eventually taught myself how to fight. Not physically, per se, but come to terms with the battle going on within myself. If I was to be an example, I couldn't allow myself to be pushed down; I had to keep trying, no matter what it took.
I have had my moments of doubt. When in need, inspiration has always found a way to me. Through my soldiers, and through my own actions. One moment that I remember, that I will until the day I die, were the words of a soldier under my command. I thought the we were wasting our time with the menial search of villages that had been attacked by GEARS, scrounging through the scraps of great cities in hope of human life. I slipped, and one day, expressed my fears of failure to a soldier who was merely delivering a message of the Death we were chasing. I asked him if we should give up after scaling the city instead of using man power on hopeless endeavors. He said, simply, that we were the ones who would find the survivors, and our duty to the people was to continue to do as we were until everyone was safe. I learned something that day.
I wonder if it's hopeless to chase Sol, and even now, as I sit here and write this, reread it silently to myself, I can't help but feel uplifted when I think about him. My anger also fuels his pursual, and my intentions aren't anything but selfish. Perhaps I am acting like a child, but now that he's gone, I miss him. He is the one catharsis that I have, and he is the one person that I wish to save, and one that I can trust. In our exchange, he's taught me more things then I could have learned in a lifetime. And what of my life here? These people also need protecting. I can't say that it's not my place, but I also can't say that I also don't feel obligated. I will, no matter what, fight until I can save every last person.
qinglongweiji.livejournal.comI've been so busy with classes, that I've hardly been able to post.
Even after being here for six months, I can't seem to find a good cup of tea; or even a good place to buy decent meat. The air is still stale as it's filtered and re-filtered into this metallic habitat. It wouldn't be so bad if I was able to find some good tea, or even a good glass of wine.
Even if we all bred I can't fathom what they'd do with all of us. Hum, perhaps they're breeding us for food.
Even after being here for six months, I can't seem to find a good cup of tea; or even a good place to buy decent meat. The air is still stale as it's filtered and re-filtered into this metallic habitat. It wouldn't be so bad if I was able to find some good tea, or even a good glass of wine.
Even if we all bred I can't fathom what they'd do with all of us. Hum, perhaps they're breeding us for food.
Data Entry 002
Nov. 7th, 2007 08:40 pmoddsunfavorable.livejournal.com[ Filter: Simca ]
I have a question, Simca. Do you know what happens when people die here?
I have a question, Simca. Do you know what happens when people die here?
devil-triggered.livejournal.com[Filter: Dante]
I know it was you. There are more mature ways to get my attention, you know.
I know it was you. There are more mature ways to get my attention, you know.
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Nov. 7th, 2007 10:03 pmlogicandhonor.livejournal.com[Filter: Serph & Heat]
Serph, time is short. What did your contact have to say?
Serph, time is short. What did your contact have to say?
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Nov. 7th, 2007 10:29 pmnotdistressed.livejournal.comI really don't see the point of using this ridiculous contraption, but since the baby is asleep and my flatmate is hopefully unconscious, I decided I may as well acquaint myself with the communication system.
I don't really socialize much with the rest of the community.
So, hello. My name is Elizabeth Turner.
I don't really socialize much with the rest of the community.
So, hello. My name is Elizabeth Turner.
now you, too, can be enlightened!
Nov. 7th, 2007 10:33 pmwiththecold.livejournal.comUgly guy and his friends, here's snow:
Hint, it's the white stuff.
Hint, it's the white stuff.