Dear EXeLD of GatheringRO.
I, Eleionomai, hereby invite you to a real life meeting in Germany.
It'll be held in the summer of 2010 and some activities will be arranged.
Everybody who'd like to join the meeting can reply in the topic meeting.
I alone cannot organize it all, so I'd like some of you to help me, only if you want and can of course.
I've been trying to find out which town we can meet up in, but I just can't seem to figure it out.
If you got any kind of suggestion to where we can meet, feel free to suggest any town you can.
This meeting is only for the players of GatheringRO, but if outside players really want to come, they can come join us.
I'll personally make sure that this event will be funny and everybody will enjoy it.
If I can, I'll find a hotel where we can sleep for a weekend or so, so we can have more than one day together.
I hope you'll consider joining so we can know each other in real life.
Love Eleionomai
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A Letter From Rose
I managed to find a nice pen laying on the floor this morning, so I can finally start writing again. I still haven't finished putting down the story about the warrior girl who fights snow monsters. Sparrow always like listening to that one - sends him right to sleep!
It's not easy for me. Weather is getting colder and soon our shelter won't be anywhere near enough. We'll freeze death if we don't find something better. And the family of travelers who let us stay in their caravan last winter haven't come back this year. It was nice having someone to look after us for a chance. If only we could find some ways of getting our very own money...
We're small enough that no one would notice us. We'd like ghosts, or like mice, hiding in the walls. We'd tip-toe out when everyone goes to bed and raid the larder. I bet they have so much food in there, they'd never even notice. Bah, day-dreaming isn't going to get us anywhere. We'll have to think of something.
Oh, Jet, I wasn't able to tell you this back in seven years ago and you must be thinking why am I writing to you again all of a sudden. I want you to know this - My family underwent a bankruptcy. What are left are only me and Sparrow, dad had us abandoned and went disappeared soon after. That's fate, I guess.
Rose
It's not easy for me. Weather is getting colder and soon our shelter won't be anywhere near enough. We'll freeze death if we don't find something better. And the family of travelers who let us stay in their caravan last winter haven't come back this year. It was nice having someone to look after us for a chance. If only we could find some ways of getting our very own money...
We're small enough that no one would notice us. We'd like ghosts, or like mice, hiding in the walls. We'd tip-toe out when everyone goes to bed and raid the larder. I bet they have so much food in there, they'd never even notice. Bah, day-dreaming isn't going to get us anywhere. We'll have to think of something.
Oh, Jet, I wasn't able to tell you this back in seven years ago and you must be thinking why am I writing to you again all of a sudden. I want you to know this - My family underwent a bankruptcy. What are left are only me and Sparrow, dad had us abandoned and went disappeared soon after. That's fate, I guess.
Rose
Sunday, June 21, 2009
She hugs me
Saturday, June 6, 2009
What made me ROFLOLMFAOMG today

Question:
If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?
I know this is such a cliche question, but I started thinking about it and realized that it's actually a bit complex.
Best Answer - Autumn
Well sound is: "the sensation produced by stimulation of the organs of hearing by vibrations transmitted through the air or other medium."
So technically, if the energy vibrations that would cause sound never reach the 'organs of hearing', then no- it does not make a sound.
It's kind of like the 'Schroeders Cat' experiment...you never know unless you observe it, but to observe it would change the outcome...
Answer- incommunicado
Depends how "clever" you want to be about it.
If you ignore for a moment all the animals that may live in said forest, and ignore the fact that trees themselves are living entities then the question is not does the tree falling make a sound but does the tree exist in the first place.
This kind of thinking though is why Einstein thought quantum physics was bunkum.
Well since "sound" was around before the evolution of our ears then yes, yes it does....However "sound" in this case could be something totally different to our sensory experience of it...so yeah its complex but id go for yes...due to the evolution of our ears to process the dangers that come with loud noises...if you wanna go all post modern then you could say that "sound" cant be observed from an extrasensory angle therefore cannot exist independant of the listener and so on...but yeah...it makes a sound..
Answer- darrag p
I think "complexity" is exactly what they were going for when they created the question. It's a paradox in a way. Technically it still makes a sound but can a sound really exist if it isn't heard?. It is a rhetorical question in every sense of the word.
Answer- Leonard
Depends on what you think sound is.
If sound is the air vibration, then the answer is yes.
If sound is only sound if it affects someone´s nervous system, then the answer is no.
Answer- Scarlett
Of course it makes a sound, there is just nothing to recognize the fact of what just happened.
Answer- Bad Best is pretending to be
Yes. It emits a little "bark"
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Regards,
Chris Redfield
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Yesterday, Tomorrow and Present
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sometimes it's better to let it go...
My name is Leong, and if you know nothing else about me, you probably know that I like to argue. Much of that comes out in the way I write. I think deeply on a range of issues, and I rarely ever hesitate to articulate my point of view. If you know me a little, you already know that, but then, what I've written here is not really for you all.
If you know me a bit better you'll know that I'm generous to a fault, that I'm quick to sympathise even with people I don't like, and that I'm weird. You might also know that I've been trying to balance maturity with an equal amount of childish idealism, and that I'm impulsive. What's written here is most likely not meant for you all either.
Those few of you who know me well, who I've talked to at length and whose company I continue to crave - you might know that I'm a dreamer of impossible dreams and that I would always rather hurt myself following my heart then save myself by following my head. Even you, who I love best, likely do not know what it is you mean to me; how completely and totally you own my heart and my soul. What I've written is for you all.
It is thanks to you all that I have not vanished yet, back into the impenetrable well of anonymity from whence I came. You all turned what was originally a distraction from the chaos that my foolishness had turned my life into into something a lot more meaningful. You all have given me courage when I was hurt in body and mind, ensured that I've never had the time to brood. It is thanks to you all that I continue to dream impossible dreams. And yet...
And yet, life is unpredictable at the best of times. It twists and turns in a million different ways, beyond the ability of any individual to control, direct or fashion. I don't know you all yet as well as I would like, and you don't know me as well either. Yet with time that can change.
I mean to make it so. That is my dream...
However, I'm going to leave you guys now, for good. Don't get it wrong, there's nothing I'm against you all. You all are bunch of nice person, probably one of the nice-st. I just don't see fit with you all, that's all. I'm clearly know where my position in practically everyone's perspective. Hey, it's just a grind of sand, doesn't really if it's there or not. From now on, I'm a stranger to all of you. I've NEVER EXIST in your life. There's no memory of me. This is my last blog entry. Good luck and everything else follows.
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered in scars,
Still strives with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable star...
All of human wisdom is summed up with these two words: Wait and Hope.
Regards,
SY Leong
P/S: I've changed my cellphone number. And I'm not where round in Kuantan.
If you know me a bit better you'll know that I'm generous to a fault, that I'm quick to sympathise even with people I don't like, and that I'm weird. You might also know that I've been trying to balance maturity with an equal amount of childish idealism, and that I'm impulsive. What's written here is most likely not meant for you all either.
Those few of you who know me well, who I've talked to at length and whose company I continue to crave - you might know that I'm a dreamer of impossible dreams and that I would always rather hurt myself following my heart then save myself by following my head. Even you, who I love best, likely do not know what it is you mean to me; how completely and totally you own my heart and my soul. What I've written is for you all.
It is thanks to you all that I have not vanished yet, back into the impenetrable well of anonymity from whence I came. You all turned what was originally a distraction from the chaos that my foolishness had turned my life into into something a lot more meaningful. You all have given me courage when I was hurt in body and mind, ensured that I've never had the time to brood. It is thanks to you all that I continue to dream impossible dreams. And yet...
And yet, life is unpredictable at the best of times. It twists and turns in a million different ways, beyond the ability of any individual to control, direct or fashion. I don't know you all yet as well as I would like, and you don't know me as well either. Yet with time that can change.
I mean to make it so. That is my dream...
However, I'm going to leave you guys now, for good. Don't get it wrong, there's nothing I'm against you all. You all are bunch of nice person, probably one of the nice-st. I just don't see fit with you all, that's all. I'm clearly know where my position in practically everyone's perspective. Hey, it's just a grind of sand, doesn't really if it's there or not. From now on, I'm a stranger to all of you. I've NEVER EXIST in your life. There's no memory of me. This is my last blog entry. Good luck and everything else follows.
And the world will be better for this:
That one man, scorned and covered in scars,
Still strives with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable star...
All of human wisdom is summed up with these two words: Wait and Hope.
Regards,
SY Leong
P/S: I've changed my cellphone number. And I'm not where round in Kuantan.
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