Summer?

Well hi all! This is Monkey~ It'summer break for the Three Essential Animals and to tell you the truth.....I find it boring ^^; I have nothing to do....well I run in the morning...no that's a lie...I've been getting up at noon and running around one ish. Other then that though, I'm just like sitting on my computer waiting for something magical to happen! D:

I think that once my birthday hits I'll have stuff to do as, I'll be getting a Ps2 soon, and I have Ps3 games to finish and there the fact that I also have drawing and cosplay stuff that I really want to do....actually yeah you know what, I have a lot of stuff to do just at the moment it seems like nothing :D

xD I'm just blathering on and on about nothing that really matters! Arg D: Though that's what a blog is though...right? Just talking about stuff....Oh gosh...I sound SO incredibly bored...-__- actually! Wanna hear the beginning of a story that I started a while ago? It's about a pirate! I'll put the first page on here ^__^


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              Tell me something, do you know what it’s like to see the people you care about tied up in ropes? No chance to escape. It’s a bit mind shaking, to say the least. To see them taken away by the law that you once trusted? To have all the things you thought were truth turn out to be a lie?

                You cannot say you know how that is. You have not witnessed your parents taken captive in the middle of the night, in your house by the law that you once followed. To find out that your parents were giving information to the pirates that travelled near. Close enough to start an attack at any time.

                Does it make you happy to know that now I am alone? My parents gone. No family….at least any that will speak to me.  I’m trapped by memories, working every day in and out, trying to make a life for myself. I now realize why my parents turned to treachery, to speak to the pirates is a capital offence, but they gave them information, and would have even helped them invade the village. It was so hard to make a life here. So hard to earn money, maybe that’s why they betrayed their land?

                I was sitting on my front lawn, not wanting to go inside and be plagued by memories.  Then a man appeared down the road, I just assumed he was calling on someone, maybe the cooks that lived near, or even the village elders, but oh how wrong I was. He continued to walk until this man was right in front of me.  Looking up at him I took in his attire, white button up shirt, first few buttons loose, leather belt over the shirt, then baggy pants, boots. A sword hung from his belt. Something on his neck caught my eye, a tattoo, of fire with a ring around it, the insignia of a pirate.

                Scrabbling to my feet, I tried to run but my feet were caught on a root, tripping backwards. I readied myself to hit the ground, eyes closed, hands and arms in. Then I just, stopped.  Slowly opening one eye I looked, it was that man.
                “Watch out there, little lady. Don’t want yah’ hurting yourself already, now do we?”  He spoke with a tongue that seemed foreign, but was not, it was my mother language just spoke with a more southern language…
                “W-who are you?” I stumbled over the first word, cursing myself I stood up. Facing him I got a better look at his face, he had emerald green eyes, beneath the pointed pirate hat, with a feather on top, lay brown hair; it was on the longer side and wavy. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, while in his right ear he had three earrings and in his left was two. Lower on his neck was the pirate tattoo. Flames with a ring around them, both were silhouettes. That tattoo was something that every child was taught when they were small. Only pirates who had been caught at least one had it burned into their skin, if you saw them you would know that they got away. They were terrible people was what children were told.

                “Well, little lady I am Nikolo Latarsi- though most call me just Nik- At your service. “ He bowed, sweeping his hat off in a single motion.
                “W-What are you doing here!? Pirates are not wanted.” I said, my voice even scared me. He just smiled at me.
                “Well, I only came to get you, my fair lady. Your ma and pa told me that when they were captured you were to come with me, aboard my ship.” 

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Tell me what you think my friends?? It's not so much as edited but I'm getting there! xD 

Okay~ Well I'm deciding to end this here! Bye byee! Thanks for reading and comment and tell us what you think!

~Monkeyy~

Wanna hear a story?

I'm gunna tell you a short story.

Imagine that you are a young girl walking through the massive park in New York. It’s late, eleven at night. The birds are quiet, but the streets are crowded with people and cars. But the noise is distant, as you are far away from any of it. It’s a calm night, the stars are shining and the moon casting shadows around you.
Mom sent you to go pick up some milk from the store, and you decided to take a quick shortcut through the park. Yeah sure, it’s long, but it cuts at least ten minutes off of your journey. The jingle of your change sounds from your pocket, slicing through the quiet night air. There’s no one around you. You’ve got nothing to worry about, not a care in sight.
But all of a sudden, you hear a patter of shoes, slapping down on the concrete. Glancing behind your shoulder, you see a night jogger, dressed in black. You move to the side of the wide pavement you are moving along, to let him pass by. The even beats get closer, and closer, and they are just about ready to pass you, when excrutiating pain explodes in the back of your head, and you fall forward, scraping your hands and knees on the cement. The milk container you were carrying explodes on impact with the ground, spraying everywhere. The trickle of blood down the back of your neck is warm, but same with the hand that wrenchs you up, pulling on your hair, hard. A scream rips through your body, starting small from your lungs, but building more power as it climbs through your throat and escapes your lips.
You catch his face. From his massive height, he has hard features. Blue eyes, freshly shaved face. Take a mental picture. He sees you hesitating before doing anything, and swipes his hand across your right eye. It stings, and throws your head back at a sickening speed.
The anger inside of you has finally caught on. You feel the heat of it, surging through your veins. Something inside of you snaps, and you push his hands off of your shoulders, taking a step back. He lunges at you, trying to get you in his grasp again. His plan backfires, when you throw your hand up with momentum and catch his nose in your path. It instantly starts gushing blood.
He wipes the lower half of his face with his sleeve, growling through his teeth. You click open a small pocketknife you carry with you, holding it behind your leg, just out of sight from your attacker.
You sniffle, and take a step back. You feel as though you were too close to him, and space out, giving you an extra second to prepare yourself as he closes in. He charges, his hands reach out in a bloodthirsty motion. He pulls on either side of your head, just as you drive your knife into the depths of his stomach.
Blood sputters from his mouth. He lets you go, and falls to the cold ground.
Stunned, you back away. You drop the knife, and turn, running away as fast as you can. The police would understand, right? Wasn’t it an act of defense? He attacked you, he was the villian. They would understand, wouldn’t they?

This, is what happened to me a few days ago. Of course, not giving away my current location, it didn’t actually happen in New York. I was minding my own business, and all of a sudden, a jogger came up behind me and attacked me. I struck him with my knife. He didn’t die. But, he is currently in the hospital under heavy security, and will be charged for assult. I am fine, and the police did understand, and I am just under some pshycology for the horrendous event.
Now, I know what you all feel like. ‘Ohmygosh, I feel so sorry for her!’. If you aren’t, then good for you, because I’m totally kidding. This didn’t actually happen. As you all calm down, I’ll explain what really happened.
I was going to school one morning, and I happened to be a longboarder. See, I have been longboarding for over a year now, but I only recently got my own longboard, so I’ve been riding it to school. Not even a block away from my house, I hit a stick and catupulted forward. I had moved over previously, as I was being furiously honked at by a truck behind me, so I was a mere couple of feet away from the parked cars. In mid-air, I realized that I was too close to the cars. I faceplanted straight into the back of a truck, fell onto the ground and scraped my hands and knees.
You know when you completely make a fool out of yourself, and you wish no one saw it? Well, that’s what I felt like right there. But, unfortunatly for me, this incident happened near a house with a moving truck parked in it’s drive-way. The driver had just removed himself from the vehicle…. to see me wipe out. I wanted to crawl under a house when he asked me ‘Are you alright?’ Well, judging from the blood smeared on my face and gravel indented into my skin, no, I wasn’t. But I gave him a ‘thumbs-up’ sign, just to make him go away.


That’s the real story. To those of your who are mad at me because I lied to you, I am truly sorry. Forvige me?


~Tabby.

YC in Edmonton

Hello amigos! I'm back! Sorry for not posting for a long time, but we had some problems with Monkey's last post. Blogger deleted it, and we couldn't get it back. I was waiting for her to repost, but she is sure taking her dang time with it, so I'm just gunna post! (Love you, Mon-Mon!)

I've been in Edmonton, these past few days, as you can guess from the title. I'm pretty sure I've told you about YC before, but if I haven't, it is a Youth Conference that they hold once a year. This is the first year I've gone, and it was LIFE CHANGING!

I'm sorry if you're not a Christian, and I know that I promised not to talk about my beliefs too much (I promise I won't try to stuff my beliefs down your throat!) But this is actually important, and I think that even if you aren't a Christian, or even if you don't belief in God, you should read on. 

This weekend made me realize just how lucky I actually am. I mean, I've known it before; I have friends,  a good family, no money problems, a nice house, all that, but I always thought there was SOMETHING wrong. 

I have stomach ulcers and IBS, also, I'm Lactose Intolerant and I'm allergic to several different types of food, so obviously, I thought "Man, my life is hard". But there were people there who had it worse, a lot worse.

There was a girl sharing my hotel room, who's best friend had been murdered last year. Her parents judged her and pushed her to do great in school, even though she had recently been diagnosed with several learning disorders such as Dyslexia, ADD and OCD. Her family had barely any money, and they could only afford one meal per day.

That girl's good friend who was also there was picked on at school because she was different and lonely. Her parents were divorced, and she was afraid of meeting new people, because they could hurt and judge her.

A girl in the next room over had spent this last year cutting and hating herself. She tried smoking and pot, and drugs to get away from her life. All these girls had thought about suicide, and were tired of their lives.

Guys, this was just three people out of thirteen-THOUSAND! And I thought day-to-day stomach pains were hard! I can't imagine what it would be like to be them… The point I'm trying to get across is that life is so much more. Those girls were happy. Get that! They were cheering, laughing, talking, they were excited because they had someone to worship and loving people around them.

I think they're role-models, even if they do break down and cry every now and again.

Okay, sorry that I've been so serious lately. All my posts have just been boring and dull. I promise to try 'n be funny in the future!

On another ending note, I made direct eye-contact with a celebrity! Yeah, I know you're jealous! Jason Dunn from Hawk Nelson looked me in the eyes! *sigh* I should've gotten his autograph!

P.S Me and Cat went to the West Edmonton Mall, and I was attacked by books, hung out on a pirate ship, saw people I actually knew, and had a party in a hat store! Yep. Good weekend indeed!

Okay, I'll stop talking now. Bear out!

New Yawk, New Yawk!

Ohmygosh! What a exciting week! Well all, there was a monkey in New York last week, did you check the news? xD Just jokes, no monkey, but yeah I went to New York! It was so amazing

Nothingness.

If you've read the title of this blog, you will find that there is a fact that I have nothing to talk about. But I have been pressurd (Not really) by bear and monkey, so I am here today with my post.
Now, I had this title that popped into my mind completely randomly, and so I've decided to call it this. But, I was going to use it for something completely different. I remembered I had a short story called 'Nothing' and it was about a girl who couldn't remember anything at the moment. I only had about a paragraph or so already written, so I pulled it up and re-read it!
None of you know this, but when I have a project on the go, I always like to finish it. This one, for example, I did not. So I was assamed of myself, and started writting again. I fixed the spelling mistakes, and added a little more. I'll add it on here, just for you guys!


' Her head is filled with nothing. No ideas, thoughts, nothing. Entirely empty. This couldn’t have been the first time it’s been like this. Not with her talkative mouth and never ending ideas. Couldn’t possibly be the first. It must have happened before, but she can’t remember. Not with an empty mind like this.
Her computer sits on her lap, staring back at her with a blank screen. It’s forgetful too. It doesn’t remember what it’s supposed to do, just like she can’t. The crazed idea that put her on her computer has disappeared, nothing remains.
Her pale fingers hover over the keys, waiting for a command. Nothing comes. The idea was there, a great idea. It’s never like this in school. The ideas come into her head faster than they can come out of her mouth. Faster than her hand can scribble them down on a blank paper.
Her eyes scan the room she sits in. White walls, empty. White floor, cold and hard. It resembles her mind. Blank, white and empty.'


That's all I've got so far, and I can tell it's not too much, but I hope any  one person out there enjoys it.
I've run out of things to talk about. Although even before, I had 'nothing' to talk about. He he, get it? Just joking, its not that great of a pun!
I guess I'll resort to the thunderstorm. We had a thundershower moments ago, and I think I am in heaven! I've been waiting for months for this to happen, and I was downstairs for most of the time. I should have gone dancing in the rain! With my rubber boots and rainjacket!
I've got to go finish my supper making skills, so I will be back with another post later! It may be a while 'til you hear from me again.
[I'm from the Three Essential Animals,
This is Tabby, signing out.]

PS. Also, I realized that I don't like the font that I am writing in, so I am going to change it. It'll be different from what Monkey and Bear are writing in , I believe.

Less Than Perfect

None of us are perfect.


'Kay, I know you've all heard that one before. But it's true. We may ACT like it, because we're just humans. What in the world do we know? We get caught up so easily by something as little as a feeling. We can never see the whole picture. Up close, everything looks blurred. Like a maze, ya know? Like we'll never find our way out.


But it's not actually like that. We may be unable to see the whole picture, but that doesn't mean it's not there. We all need to learn to take things one at a time. Yeah, and I know you've heard that one as well. Why is it that the best quotes and sayings are the ones repeated so often they sound fake? It's stupid, because they are always the most-true ones. The ones that say "Somebody else has lived through it. They must've, to say something like that."


There will ALWAYS be somebody else who's lived through the same thing as you. Unless you're some Galactic Warrior who fights aliens for a pass-time (there goes my attempt at seriousness). But really, seek out help. You're NOT alone, even if it feels like it. Even if you're shy, even if the situation is insanely personal, talk to someone. Doesn't matter if you tell them what it's about. Just talk. Hey, you can even send me a message, I'd love to help you. (Although I must warn you, I SUCK at making people feel better!) But if all you need is somewhere to rant. Try me. You don't even need to tell me your name!


We try. As humans, we really do. We grab for something way outside of our reach, we eat things we know will taste bad, we even try making big blog posts to try to express our feelings (Hah, Fail Point for me!). "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." Take that to heart. Know that people out there love you, even if they won't out-right say it. And just take one thing at a time.


This is for you, Bouncy-chan.
-Bear

The world in a minute?

Haha! Hello all, it's Monkey here! Well what to talk about today? Sorry about not posting for awhile. I just didn't really know what to say O__o Well I still don't actually, but I did find out about a few things! I found out that I definately love my mum, and will miss her when she goes on vacation D:
That I love Architecture, I want to be an Architect when I'm older. I love designing things on Sims 3 so I might just download Google Sketchup! It's a program where you can create your own objects, from coffee makers to skyscrapers. Quite a variety eh? Oh gosh, now I'm going all Canadian again! Eh? Eh? Eh? Erg!

Anyways!! Has anybody ever heard of the book series 'Leviathan' by Scott Westerfield?? Well wonderful book! The second is out and it's called 'Behemoth'  but the third doesn't come out till September, so that sucks D:

Well Just 10 minutes ago I heard about a plane crash in Saskatoon, that's scary! It killed one person and one is injured. But it didn't hit any cars just ran into a building, near a grocery store I think.

On a happier note! I recently got started on the Percy Jackson series! Awesome series by the way if you love Greek Gods. I still love Poseidon <3 My heart belongs in the water by far. What can I say I'm a swimmer! Woah a Monkey who's a swimmer that was a odd mental picture O__o well yeah swimming is my thing and not Cat's or Bear's there's is reading and writing....well that's me as well but yeah. I love swimming, reading and writing. It's my life, most definitely!

Well I've kind of ran out of things to talk about....so I'll see you all in a few. Thanks for checking out Bear's, Cat's and mine blog! This is Monkey from the Three Essential Animals signing out!
Goodnight!
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