Just Rants

8/12/2012
So I went to do a blood donation today, like ten minutes ago? Anyway, see, I have got some skin issues, and damn it, I forgot to put on the lotion today. So the guy was like, "oh no, you skin no clear, cannot give, cannot give.." So he meant to tell me that they can't accept my blood, just because 'my skin no clear?!' I'm trying to do good here dude, just take my blood bro! But a no is a no, so I'm right here, sitting in front of my laptop, overfilling with PERFECTLY HEALTHY, AWESOME, LENGEN-wait for it-DARY!(ok, maybe not legendary) blood, it's O (Rh+) by the way, so it's a universal donor, so doctor dude, your loss, your loss. 

Just Rants

8/11/12 
Ok, so I worked today, totally guilty, I should be home studying, blah blah blah. Put that aside, I’ve actually really had a productive day. I met many people, spoke to more (on the phone), and I saw a lot of good looking guys, so I’d call it a day. If in the end, and all those meant nothing, I can still say, ‘hey, I made good money! For real!’ 

Fan fiction on assassin's creed

Slacking in my room one afternoon, I was playing a computer first person shooting game. I ‘paused’ the game for a drink, and then I heard a small beeping voice. Thinking that it is from the game, I quickly checked the screen, but the picture remained frozen. “Wtf?” I mumbled to myself, while venturing out of my room, thinking that it might have been originated from downstairs. I descended the stairs, and realized that no one’s home… Odd, they would have told me, but, what the hell, like I care. I went towards the noise an saw an opaque rectangular device lying on the kitchen island table. 

Curiously, I picked it up. Just as my flesh touched the device, it lit up in violet lights, forming the picture of a loading bar and the word ‘calculating’. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my thumb from the hand was holding the device. Reflectively, I dropped the device and it fell on the floor. It did not break, but the loading bar is filled, and the word ‘calculation complete’ appeared on the screen. I knelt down by it side, examining the device from a distance. Out of a sudden, it shone a laser sort of light straight up, forming a hologram. 

“Cool,” I muttered. 

“DNA sequence identified, Haley Jones, the 113th descendant of the Cellini family,” a female automated voice said, “should you accept to initiate the mission, Mission 134: Noah’s Ark, please look directly at the hologram.” 

“Why the hell not?” thinking that this is just another cool game device, I picked up the device and looked straight at the violet hologram. 

The violet light sweep across my eyes, from left to right; when it reached the edge of my right eye, a bright burst of violet light blinded me. I shut my eyes tight, cursing under my breath, and then I felt a clutch on my arm. Somebody pulled me by the hand, and we are running. 

“Quick! This way,” a male voice said to me. I blinked my eyes hard a few times, and light started to reach my retina again. My body ran like the wind, and so did the man that is pulling me. I had never been able to run this fast, it is as if my body is not in my control anymore! Curiously, I picked up my free hand; I am wearing a dark brown leather glove with a metal wrist band. This attire looked disturbingly familiar; I turned my palm up, and holy shit!! There is my hidden blade!! 

Suddenly, I was swung into a wall, and the door behind was seal shut. I quickly examined my other hand as the man is not clutching on it anymore, and there it is, another hidden blade. 

“Holy cows,” I exclaimed, while discovering my other weapons, “I am an assassin!” 

Just as I was intrigued with my weapons, the man slammed his fist onto my face. Extreme pain radiated from the cheek of my face, and I tasted blood in my mouth. He whispered harshly, “shut up!” 

Rubbing on my bruised cheek, I nodded curtly. 

“The guards are gone,” a man in the shadows said, “And I reckon that your teacher will be back soon.” 
The man that punched me nodded and walked away. I stonily stood where I was, watching him as he left the room. 

“My oh my,” the other man came out from the shadows and I got to see his face, isn’t that—
“Greetings, young lady, I am Leonardo Da Vinci,” he gestured for me to sit down; “you must be Dea Cellini.” 

“Dea?” I frowned; “Cellini?” and I thought to myself, Grandma Allison? She is a Cellini, I’m a Jones. But still, what the hell?! Leonardo?!  

“Aha,” Leonardo smiled, “you must be suffering from a temporary amnesia,” he shook his head, “that Piettro, how can he be so rough with ladies.”

I am? 

Suddenly, my vision started to be distorted, not blur, but distorted, just like a computer without high enough resolution. I looked around and blinked, not knowing what is happening. Before I know it, I am in an empty space with nothing, no borders no colors, nothing! 

“Jesus Christ, this must be a dream.” I looked down at my clothes; they are my jammies that I had put on when I was at home. 

“Haley Jones,” the same female automated voice echoed in the empty space, “you have accepted the mission, Mission 134: Noah’s Ark. And this is the briefing on what is happening, and what will happen.” 
I didn’t know what to expect, and I am already sure that this must be a dream, probably the most awesome one that I had ever have. After a loud beeping voice, a huge screen covering my whole view, as if it is engulfing me, appeared. It’s like watching an IMAX film; it’s just that I am standing… 

A man in a lab coat came into view, “good day, Ms. Jones, I’m doctor Voss. As you were told before, you are currently in the middle of a mission, Mission 134: Noah’s Ark. Before we start, I’ll ask you a question. Are you aware of your grandmother, Allison Cellini’s, hidden identity?” 

I shook my head; the only thing I remember about Grandma Allison is her delicious pie. 

The man sighed, “It’s just as we had feared; she hadn’t had the chance to tell you her secret. Your grandmother is a skilled assassin of her time. And you, Haley, are her legacy.” 

I smirked in secret, who’d have known that I am such a creative sleeper. Granma Allison’s an assassin; mom would think that I am mad again. 

“No Haley,” the man smiled, “you are not creative, and this is not a dream.” 

I shot up in shock, fuck! He read my mind… oh wait, doesn’t this confirm that this is a dream? Meh, I am freaking creative. 

He chuckled, “I am able to read you mind, because we are in your mind, Haley. Before you looked into the hologram, we were able to extract DNA samples from your thumb, which gives us access to your mind when, and only when, you looked into the hologram. That gives us about a few more seconds to chat. You will be escorted to our lab soon and your family was sent away to vacation.” 

“What? They left me at home just like that?” 

“You already knew, you simply forgot,” the man smiled. I frowned. 

“Now, let me continue with the technical details. According to our discovery, it is believe that in our mind, there are figments of ancestral memory, to illustrate, take a flying bird as an example. How do they know how to fly?” 

“Instinct?” I did the ‘you don’t say?’ expression. 

“And how did they get such instinct?” 

“Experience…” I am starting to get where this talk is directing to. I’ve heard this hypothesis once… 
“Bingo, through experience we learn instinct. That is the base of our experiment, where our ‘human instinct’ originates from our ancestors. After a series of experiments and investigation, we had come out with a machine that allows us to have a peek at our ancestors’ life, the Animus.” 

“That transparent device is an animus?” The animus that I remember from somewhere should look like a bed… Where have I heard about this? 

“No, that is device that brings you to a virtual reality. What you’ve seen is the memory extracted from another member of the mission,” then he grins, “It had also acted as a knock out device.” 

I took a step back, “So now I am in your grasp, unconscious. That sounds awfully dangerous.” 

“One of the reason why you have to join the mission,” his grin seemed more sinister as the moment grew, “but, aren’t you interested to have a look into your ancestral past? As I have told you, you are of assassin bloodline; you are an assassin.” 

“No I’m not,” I denied, “the only time I killed is in biology class.” 

“Your instinct has yet to be awakened. Besides, we are only reviving the memory, you don’t even need to raise a finger, and it’d be like watching a movie.” 

Something tells me that this does not smell right, “what about you? Are you an assassin too?” I asked, “Or are you with the Templars?” 

“You do know about us,” he raised his brows. 

“I believe I played a computer game regarding assassins and Templars many years ago,” I confessed, “but no, I had no idea that you guys still exist.” 

“Us,” he insisted, “we still exist. And do you think that the computer game was just a coincidence?” 
I munched over his words, “It is a fairly famous game.” 

“If you think so,” he shrugged, “We should waste no more time. My men had brought you to the animus machine, shall we begin?” 

“What if I say no?” I challenged.   

“I don’t think you have a choice,” he arched his brows, “and before you go, the mission objective is to locate the Noah’s Ark—,” 

“What the hell?” my voice was drowned out as a gush of dizziness knocked me out again. 
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I regained conscious to the voice of a man with heavy Italian accent, “I’ll travel to Venetia to investigate into Marcus De Von.” 

My body reacted by nodding, and saying, “I’ll go with you, teacher.” 

“No Dea,” he raised his hand, “you’ll go to Firenze to meet up with Lorenzo de Medici; the package is with him.” 

What package? 

“Yes teacher,” Dea nod once. 

“Piettro will go with you,” the teacher guy said.

Dea jumped up and almost shouted, “Impossible, I will not travel with that bull!” 

 “There’s no time for this nonsense,” teacher guy said in a low but harsh tone, “you will both go together, and you will both secure the package.” 

Dea took in a deep breath and I felt her fist tightening. 

Teacher guy leaned closer and held Dea’s shoulders, “I need you to make this work, Dea. Work with Piettro.” 

Dea looked at her teacher, and felt the urgency in his eyes, and she sighed, “Then, so be it.” 

Teacher guy smiled slightly and stood up with a frown. 

 “Ezio,” Leonardo, that was in the room but I did not notice him, called out to, wait—what?! Ezio Auditore?! 

“Be careful, you have become quite notorious lately,” Leonardo finished his sentence. 

“I’ll do so,” Ezio smiled at his old friend while I savored the last moments of staring at him, as he disappeared through the door, into the night. Oh my god, my great great great x infinity grandmother knows Ezio Auditore, the Ezio Auditore that I had played as so many times before; I simply cannot believe this, impossible, too bad I can’t pinch myself, too bad.  

“Leonardo,” Dea said, while I am still in my little world echoing ‘Ezio, really??’, “where’s Pietro?” 

Just My Rants

7/15/12
I saw a ‘your boyfriend will never tell you this’ link, and first thought is – “that would be good to know! – If I had a boyfriend.. =.= damn those website that constantly reminding me the saddening truth><

7/18/12
I feel like a paranoid, always glancing at my back, afraid of any sudden movements from the people at my surrounding. It wasn’t like this for me before, but so it has come to this. You think that you know someone, but-you-DON’T. I used to know people after the first few phrases of idle chat, but no longer is it that simple. 

7/22/12
doing the English project paper on compatibility and ideal partner, has allowed me to come across many ‘compatibility horoscope’ tests. As I am now single, like I always have for the past, pathetic, 18 years, I tried to explore the so called ‘compatibility test’. And damn, all of them needs me to have a partner to refer to, that’s sexist you know! 

8/4/12
I once saw an article about decoding dreams, and it said that if we dreamt about a person, that we know, being naked, it means that we want to know about that person’s secret. And so, last night, I had the weirdest dream of fighting zombies with my classmates and, this is the ew factor, they are all naked. Even though that I really do want to know about everyone’s secret (can’t blame me! I’m a curious child!) But seriously, I was deeply disturbed and now fully understand the phrase: what is seen cannot be unseen D: 

8/10/12
it’s a typical Friday afternoon, damn it, it’s hot outside, drowsy inside, but what the heck right? So I just finished surfing my regular web, and mind you, what I’ve been waiting for is still not up yet. I looked to my math text and thought, what not do meth? And my mind recoiled, DO NOT DO METH! And that is the story why I did not finish my math homework. :yaoming: 
P.s. to my understanding, meth is a kinda drug, I hope it is, or it’ll be embarrassing…