To whom it may concerned,
To say the frankest is that I'd be quaintly surprised had my message went through its intended targets in the near future. Since the pathways available incepted to diverge years ago I opted for the independent way early - leaving less tide to last my impressions to the major pack. Were the remnant visions of me still planted firm on the roots of your remembrance, I wonder?
Well - no need to answer, dear, as my main intent behind this sayings isn't to unveil the recollective question's answer. That's for sure.
Sit back, relax, and have a sweet treat on my tale instead. It all started days ago when - out of boredom - I decided to browse for a specific name from my past on the vast web. Not a a huge boulder to overcome I should say, thanks to the information age's exponential excel. Typing out from the names less vague resulted in the original party's current status inflictions gradually being unraveled. Like a jigsaw puzzle one perfectly allocated piece serves as a hint to another. By the aide of this chaining links - one after another - it turned out that most of us are incredibly widespread now, pursuing expertise and brilliancy at our own momentum.
What shocked me the most, however, is how diverse we've turned out after prolonged years of separation.
Perhaps it's I who had been hindering within the (comfortable) solitude and independence's shadow for too long, but still I can't rebut my astounding findings even to my own mind. Implicitly saying from the samples, a name has successfully beveled the atmosphere with a soothing green presence. Another name supposedly more familiar is currently being stationary in a faraway land, lovingly cherishing her wordsmith capabilities. The remainder samples, I believe, holds a whimsical potent its own. One correlation can be taken, though - as for now we're chasing different grandees within various pathways.
Yet, I'm quite certain the pathways will cross sometime. Yours and mine, it's completely possible.
Zoom out to portray the grand picture and you'll see that no path stands on its own. A path's segment offers a crucial supporting material to another path's structure. No path should stand superior above another, as they're enigmatically lies on the same altitude. This formula of equilibrium had been unchanged ever since, and should be unchanged to the very end.
...and it's now our turn to embrace this sacrosanct rule and furbishing it even more.
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As the magnitude of the pathways multiply, at this special moment, kindly allow me to confer a message to yours truly.
If any of you read this before our pathways crossed in a fateful manner soon, be it intentional or unintentional, I'd like to regard a message to you :
Had there be time our masteries intersect in a devoir involving us, let it be laden with a deluge of synchronicity upon positivity.
I look forward to conjure magical stuffs with you all and reuniting with you under our rejuvenated, more-positively developed arcanum persona.
Let the stars merge and lit the universe ablaze with a guiding light.
Sincerely,
me.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
why did I asked that?
http://ask.fm/Nivalyx/answer/122001472502
heartfelt thanks to Fallist for his generous question
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why did I asked that?
Accompanied by the ever-shifting ambience of its surroundings a subtle resonance drifted on the hollow nether. Like a steel attracted to a magnet by a force unseen it demonstrates a superluminal motion ejecting the object from its generating source.
Protecting the content stored within its epiderm from scathe is this entity's sole job. Its first moments in the wilderness were full of cherish, but as it traversed further and further, darkness began to ensue. Never in its life a saying of an easy task being briefed previously to its audial sensories, but never in its life as well it thought that the wilderness would be so deceiving. As it ran out of route markers on the trail it followed sorrow began to struck the entity.
'Help me' it shouted in desperation. 'It doesn't matter if I vanished within an instant - what matters more is what lies inside me. Had my inner shoutings be heard, may it be transformed into a reality'
Within a moment after its desperate prayer, it saw light. Distantly visible is a sanctum alien to it, radiating away a rejuvenating aura of eternity. With its remaining fuel aboard the entity set sail to the light source as fast as it can.
...but it had been to late.
Halfway on its conquest, it fell. Similar to a photon flash along with the lost of its 'mother-ship' the particles within scattered around for a short tide until it all disappeared into the void. It went lost and not found.
What it didn't realize though is that the entity in question is just one among many. A flash after its disappearance, a new carrier agent arise resurged from the core, carrying away a completely different arrays of information.
And it all happened in seconds.
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Yes, the above text is a tale of something called 'short-term memory'. Had it not been rehearsed enough, it won't penetrate the barrier of the long-term memory storage vault and will be adrift in nowhere near forever. It's a bliss to unleash and utilize at, yet easily forgettable after it serves its own purpose.
The forgetfulness on your statement is an undisputed example of short-term memory's existence. No, it's not something to be mourned on - having a functional short-term memory is a bliss, really. Despite its curtailed living cycle I believe there are countless moments where short-term memory have done an irreplaceable favor to us. Without the grandiose of our memory-processing complex this text wouldn't even exist. Nor does your opening statement I suppose. At this moment allow me express my gratitude to one of the most easily unnoticed - yet most crucial - thing my mental had ever possessed :
...dear my memories,thank you for serving me your best throughout my life.
Really.
heartfelt thanks to Fallist for his generous question
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why did I asked that?
Accompanied by the ever-shifting ambience of its surroundings a subtle resonance drifted on the hollow nether. Like a steel attracted to a magnet by a force unseen it demonstrates a superluminal motion ejecting the object from its generating source.
Protecting the content stored within its epiderm from scathe is this entity's sole job. Its first moments in the wilderness were full of cherish, but as it traversed further and further, darkness began to ensue. Never in its life a saying of an easy task being briefed previously to its audial sensories, but never in its life as well it thought that the wilderness would be so deceiving. As it ran out of route markers on the trail it followed sorrow began to struck the entity.
'Help me' it shouted in desperation. 'It doesn't matter if I vanished within an instant - what matters more is what lies inside me. Had my inner shoutings be heard, may it be transformed into a reality'
Within a moment after its desperate prayer, it saw light. Distantly visible is a sanctum alien to it, radiating away a rejuvenating aura of eternity. With its remaining fuel aboard the entity set sail to the light source as fast as it can.
...but it had been to late.
Halfway on its conquest, it fell. Similar to a photon flash along with the lost of its 'mother-ship' the particles within scattered around for a short tide until it all disappeared into the void. It went lost and not found.
What it didn't realize though is that the entity in question is just one among many. A flash after its disappearance, a new carrier agent arise resurged from the core, carrying away a completely different arrays of information.
And it all happened in seconds.
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Yes, the above text is a tale of something called 'short-term memory'. Had it not been rehearsed enough, it won't penetrate the barrier of the long-term memory storage vault and will be adrift in nowhere near forever. It's a bliss to unleash and utilize at, yet easily forgettable after it serves its own purpose.
The forgetfulness on your statement is an undisputed example of short-term memory's existence. No, it's not something to be mourned on - having a functional short-term memory is a bliss, really. Despite its curtailed living cycle I believe there are countless moments where short-term memory have done an irreplaceable favor to us. Without the grandiose of our memory-processing complex this text wouldn't even exist. Nor does your opening statement I suppose. At this moment allow me express my gratitude to one of the most easily unnoticed - yet most crucial - thing my mental had ever possessed :
...dear my memories,thank you for serving me your best throughout my life.
Really.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
the wingspan of a butterfly
Since my allocated time on smithing stuffs has been severely cut for these past few days thanks to my real-life hecticness, at this oblique leisure time of mine I'd like to unshed some things about me in the near future as I see little to no harm in doing so :
Another worth-noting point that I'd like to deploy here is I'm currently suffering from a (severe) social exhaustion. The fact that introverts got their energy drained by continuous social interaction(s) is a widespread, however - although it may not observable at the surface at first - my introversion level went as high as ~95%.
Sweet dreams (:
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a beacon of million ansi-lumens
being fluorescent atop of the butterfly's charming flow
glimpse your heart at the dazzling skies
and we shall aglow
soon
- I've been entrusted as an in-house writer on Heavenly Stardust - a blog managed by my fellow writer under the pseudonym 'requiem' which encompasses a wide range of reviews and contemplative musings. Expect me to submit my first content there sometime soon though, as several real-life stuffs were still clinging firmly on the pinnacle of my priority list as of now.
- ask.fm is one site which I primordially being skeptical about it being beneficial, which turning out slowly into a powerful site to fulfill my long-deserted writing passion days later. Here's mine, in case you have something that boggles your mind regarding me - it's always a pleasure for me to give a pleasant answer, had the question(s) given lies within a positive marvel. As for now my 'Questions' time is laden with philosophical questions thrown by anonymous asker(s), though - a fast reply is something I can't guarantee for the time being.
- There's a high chance that I'll drop a ten-minutes long surprise to everyone's unwariness on this weekend's Open House Unit event, as I'm going to live-perform something using an unorthodox instrument called l... Ah, never mind - had I spoil out even a slightest hint here it the reprise will no longer yield a shocking factor, no?
- And finally, for the past three days I've been actively contributing to an ever-glowing squad of enchanting butterflies - Actias Arkamaya. Follow our trailing light of wonders and one shall be ensued with positive mirth.
Another worth-noting point that I'd like to deploy here is I'm currently suffering from a (severe) social exhaustion. The fact that introverts got their energy drained by continuous social interaction(s) is a widespread, however - although it may not observable at the surface at first - my introversion level went as high as ~95%.
Sweet dreams (:
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a beacon of million ansi-lumens
being fluorescent atop of the butterfly's charming flow
glimpse your heart at the dazzling skies
and we shall aglow
Sunday, August 3, 2014
project-love
Love : a solemn word en-coated with liquid ironclad lines - an ordainer oracle within a human's heart. Relieving, yet often sacrosanct. Handle it with care, won't you please?
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The grandeur of vector art was actually something I'm trying to grasp upon my early teenage era, yet my bezier honings didn't satisfy me much as my Photoshop expertise - a proverbial point which stays true until this very moment. What happened with this experiment, though, omitted a very contradictory result to what my rational thoughts expected previously.
Below picture is my attempt on further furnishing the already pleasure-laden vector result, which - as you might've predicted - resulted in my displeasure. I decided to attach it here anyway as it's actually not so disastrous - some might enjoy the softer, fuzzier pinkish embrace radiated by the image below.
Oh, and doing this is like recollecting memories of a long-forgotten love, to be frank (I'll let people speculate whether there's a special person I'm dedicating this vector to or not here). In the meantime, free to use this sprite of mine elsewhere - credit is not mandatory but paramountly appreciated.
Sweet dreams (:
Thursday, July 24, 2014
note-to-self
Being able to embrace silence is a lovely godsend bestow.
Universe's ambience has been a loyal company long forgotten, silently morphing into a relic of our journey. Amidst the faint radiance striving from afar lies what has been imminently kept for uncounted millenias in the void.
On the other distant behalf of the universe, though, lies what known to us as 'humans'.
Our divine beings perhaps are too incorporeal for them to unravel, but here's one thing both of us understands - we and humans overlap each other in its practice. An overhanging part is what us are to their perception, and it's such a special honor for us to be treated that way.
Some of them, though, perceives you as a bounding frame instead of an important arpeggio of the universe's sacred sonata. Sorrow and mourn is a common trait which heaps to their web of thoughts upon the calling of your name - a true elocutionary opposite of how I've been welcomed so far.
Peel deep inside the heart of the universe and you'll find our great safeguard. A secret which stands firm along with the creation of the universe - struggling hard to keep the cosmos on its destined path. A masterplan that has been foretold and well-hid by the ancient beings - let's just consider this sophisticated grand scheme as 'entropy'.
See, the universe doesn't work that way. The supernatural enigma you possess soon will entrain people to your side. For humans and all living beings escaping this fate is futile. For every creation there's destruction. For every sweet dream there's nightmare. Even the brightest stars will soon perish into black dwarfs, leading this once-stelliferous universe to its inescapable asphyxial demise.
Fear of your presence is only for the ones who cast me aside in their blackest oblivion at some point and being unfortunate of my aides.
~ your lifelong partner, L
Universe's ambience has been a loyal company long forgotten, silently morphing into a relic of our journey. Amidst the faint radiance striving from afar lies what has been imminently kept for uncounted millenias in the void.
On the other distant behalf of the universe, though, lies what known to us as 'humans'.
Our divine beings perhaps are too incorporeal for them to unravel, but here's one thing both of us understands - we and humans overlap each other in its practice. An overhanging part is what us are to their perception, and it's such a special honor for us to be treated that way.
Some of them, though, perceives you as a bounding frame instead of an important arpeggio of the universe's sacred sonata. Sorrow and mourn is a common trait which heaps to their web of thoughts upon the calling of your name - a true elocutionary opposite of how I've been welcomed so far.
Peel deep inside the heart of the universe and you'll find our great safeguard. A secret which stands firm along with the creation of the universe - struggling hard to keep the cosmos on its destined path. A masterplan that has been foretold and well-hid by the ancient beings - let's just consider this sophisticated grand scheme as 'entropy'.
See, the universe doesn't work that way. The supernatural enigma you possess soon will entrain people to your side. For humans and all living beings escaping this fate is futile. For every creation there's destruction. For every sweet dream there's nightmare. Even the brightest stars will soon perish into black dwarfs, leading this once-stelliferous universe to its inescapable asphyxial demise.
Fear of your presence is only for the ones who cast me aside in their blackest oblivion at some point and being unfortunate of my aides.
~ your lifelong partner, L
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