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s-mething-mbti · 3 years

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Hiya! I just discovered your blog and was wondering if you could help try to type me (sorry this is pretty long)

1. I’m currently pretty torn between the intuitive introverts. I was able to narrow it down to INTJ, INFJ or INTP. I’m about 97.2% sure I use Ni. The only thing that’s giving me a bit of doubt is I find myself occasionally learning for the sake of learning which I’ve found is a traditionally Ne trait. Despite this I’m still pretty sure I use Ni as when I go down a rabbit hole and start learning for the sake of learning its always about a topic that interests me or is entertaining. I won’t waste my time learning about something I find mundane or drab. I resonate a lot with Ni’s “aha” moments where the correct answer simply pops into my head or a vision suddenly seems clear or a plot holes solution suddenly seems painstakingly obvious. I also resonate with starting out with a broader range of information/ possibilities and narrowing it down to one or two things. Another intuitive thing I highly relate to is living in the future. If almost never living in the present, and a constantly fixate on the future. I have a distinct, clear, and well thought out plan for the next 20 years (give or take).

Where I run into a bit of trouble is when I try to figure out which judging functions I predominantly use. It honestly feels like I use them all (though I know you’re only supposed to be able to use two well). For example I plan out everything, and set deadlines for myself. My desk often seems really messy to others especially when I’m doing art. This isn’t because I don’t value cleanliness, but because it simply makes more sense to keep all my art supplies out rather than having to spend at least fifteen minutes taking them out and then putting them away only to take them right back out the next day. I set goals based off of easily measurable, external things such as time, or grades. I make daily to do lists that outline everything I’ll need to do in the day, and some stuff to focus on if I have extra time. With my to do list I also plan out the approximate time each thing should take. When coming up with a scientific theory, I take others opinions/theories and test them against each other, and current scientific laws in order to formulate the most probable theory. External opinions (in a scientific/ logical manner) mean a lot to me (I don’t really care about how people that aren’t my friends think of me). To me these things seem very Te. But then I’m always smiling and am a fairly warm person. I want my friends to be happy, and I want to help others. I despise emotionally driven conflict(though I love debates), and while I’m not afraid to disrupt it if it threatens my morals/ is promoting something blatantly wrong (factually or morally) I do really harmony. These seem like pretty Fe things to me. As for Fi, I rarely share my negative emotions, preferring to deal with them predominantly alone. While I may not talk about them much I also have EXTREMELY strong morals. If something is crossing them I’m not going to simply ignore it for the sake of harmony. While I tend to be private I do try to be as authentic as possible. My morals are derived by information I’ve collected and decisions I’ve made myself, rather than being derived by ‘the groups’ collective morals if that makes sense. To me these things appear to be very Fi. As for Ti, sometimes I enjoy learning simply for the sake of learning. The knowledge may have no practical use to me but if I find it interesting or want to learn about it I can devote hours to it. I try and come to the most logical/accurate conclusion possible, and when I’m offering advice I may offer additional advice that takes different variables into account. The truth is really important to me as well.

2. Reading. I absolutely ADORE reading(specifically fantasy/sci-fi/dystopian books or research/scientific articles about topics that interest me). For reference there was a period of time when I had some free time and I was reading 2 or 3 books a day? Read maybe 50 books in the span of 20 days? But yeah I absolutely love reading. Just he way the book sucks you in and deposits you and a completely new world full of wonder and disaster and ugh it’s just magnificent. And don’t even get me started on impeccable character development and eeee. The way rereading a book feels like you’re reconnecting with an old best friend or going back to your childhood home and *sobs*. I also LOVE trying to predict plot twists and character deaths. Most of the time I can predict things correctly and idk it’s really fun to just try and figure out what’s going to happen before the big reveal. And the rush of satisfaction you get when you’ve guessed something right- it also helps me brace for character deaths (sorta. For example I knew *the* death in the final empire [by Brandon Sanderson] was coming since nearly the very beginning [I had my suspicions since the moment vin was introduced] but I still sobbed when the character died. [a tad off topic but what caused me to cry wasn’t the death itself but another characters reaction to it. This is often the case I find. A death of a character I love leaves me feeling empty but what typically gets me to cry is the others reactions- for thus reason funerals usually make me cry. I should also add that I only cry when I’m alone. I’ve cried around people (that aren’t my parents) a grand total of 1 time.]

Uh and daydreaming. I’m almost always daydreaming. Ie. if my brain was a search engine or whatever one tab would be reality and I would consecutively have at lest 20 other tabs open. Some of then playing videos (daydreams) others supplying music(if I’m not actively listening to real music my brain cycles through songs I have memorized. Occasionally does this with book scenes too if I’m bored [yes, I memorize some of my favourite scenes, word for word, so I can play them like a movie in my head when I, bored) others containing random info (just me thinking random stuff) etc.

3. I guess how to solve some problems? Wether it’s a math or science problem, or an argument between friends, figuring out how to solve things has always been something I’m decently good at. Math and science just. Make sense. And then with issues between people I’m good at looking at different perspectives (even ones that I don’t agree with) and playing out different scenarios/ possible outcomes of different approaches. This lets me come up with a solution that will successfully solve the problem with the least amount of negative ramifications involved

4. Hmm maybe being present? I honestly feel like life is passing me by and I’m just immobilized on the sidelines. Im so far into the future that I kinda forget to actually *live* every once in a while.

5. Honesty? Truth? Morals? These topics are all really interesting as they can be kinda subjective. The line between honesty and cruelty is so small. What is truth? Cause while yes, we have some set truths (such as the earth is orbiting the sun) so many ‘truths’ are simply subjective and completely depend on ones perspective. And morals my goodness. The stormlight archive is a really fun series that plays around with things like what is justice? And honour? I won’t get into it now but it brings up so many really interesting questions regarding morals.

6. Perspective . I think perspective is such a fascinating thing. Just. Different opinions. Seeing the world through completely different lenses. Interpreting the same thing in utterly different ways. When toying around with an idea I find it really fun to try and imagine opposing perspectives. While I can find different perspectives really interesting, they can also well... get on my nerves to say the least. Sometimes someone perspective is just? So blatantly wrong? And has absolutely no factual evidence backing it up? And part of me wants to just just scream and it would be so much easier if everyone just. Assessed the facts in front of them instead of making wild accusations or whatever without anything to support them. But yeah overall I think perspectives are really cool and they’re part of what helps to make the world diverse and life so much less interesting without different perspectives.

The future. I’ve found a bunch of my friends find thinking about the future stressful but if I’m being honest I find solace in thinking about the future. Having things planned out and knowing what I intend to do/ where I want to go takes off so much stress. I lowkey live in the future and I honestly cannot wait till it comes, and I achieve my goals. While I might be a bit scared the future excites me so much more than it’ll ever scare me.

7. Maybe add some more stuff about the judging functions and feelings and thinking etc . I absolutely adore science and math. I literally do math for fun. I’m currently aiming to get my PhD in astrophysics.

Not sure if this is relevant at all but my biggest (harmless) pet peeves are my grandmother’s door stopper (it always gets stuck in the door and then u can’t get it out and the door won’t close properly- I have an unhealthy amount of hatred for that thing AHAHJSEJKSMDJDJDJJ) and when people say some variant of “you did good”. Like nO NO YOU DID NOT DO gOoD. YOU DID W E L L (Anyways theres my little mini rant).

I’m my friend groups therapist (sorta). While I’m really not good with words and recycle the same three responses I always let everyone know that I’m here for them and they can talk to me without judgement etc. While I really don’t know what to say or do I try my best because I care about my friends and want to help them. I love them and so I want them to be able to be happy. Im always smiling (though this is more so because people don’t ask me how I’m doing when I look happy than because I’m genuinely happy. Most of the time I’m he farthest thing from that). I’m a pretty warm person who’s always happy to help, however I’m very introverted. I haven’t had a single conversation with the majority of people in my class (I’ve had a convo with maybe 5. Talk to 2 regularly. There are 26 people in my class). I never express negative emotions (with the exception of stress- I panic intensely in the 5 minutes immediately before taking a test as this helps me to completely turn off my nerves while I’m writing the exam. I may also make a joke or two about my negative emotions with close friends). I should also add that when making decisions I value logic more and think thinks through thoroughly, examining the pros and cons etc. While I take feelings and emotions into consideration when making decisions they’re more like an additional variable to consider rather than the main driving force that determines my decision. If I’m feeling really emotional and I need to make a decision I will postpone deciding until I feel more levelheaded. I’m really not impulsive in the slightest.

Thank you so much!!

INTJ

Living in the future rather than the present and your comfort in that sapce, your ability for and enjoyment of making predictions, your ability to really understand and try on different perspectives you don’t necessarily agree with, your focus on “ramifications” (aka future implications) while problem solving - this all points to high Ni.

You also show a Te preference - goals based on external metrics, to-do lists for daily tasks, logic based on the outer world (external opinion). When you said “While I take feelings and emotions into consideration when making decisions they’re more like an additional variable to consider rather than the main driving force that determines my decision” - that is a clear cut definition of Te over Fe preference.

Your tertiary Fi shows through here as well - willing to disrupt harmony if it upsets your morals, your morals being personally derived, needing to understand your emotions while alone. And lastly, your statement about “forgetting to live” from being in the future is pretty textbook inferior Se.

#ask #type me #intj #mbti #myers-briggs #Anonymous

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jonughhtabobo-blog · 5 years

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While walking in a dark and hollow hallway alone, I hear different sounds rumbling inside my ears. I hear squeaking rats, hustling raspy echoes, and off-beat foot steps trembles behind me and suddenly, there's something whispering through my ears and it made me confuse for a bit. It refrained again and again. It says, Come with me. . . Come with me. . . Come with me. . . My sweat starts to pour throughout my body. Im shaking, It swallows me within my aghast core and it made me think that maybe, maybe there's someone bugging around me and i couldn't find anywhere else to escape for.

Kriinggggg!! Kringggg!!

Ken! Ken! Wake up! It's already 7:00am! Do you have any plan to go to school or what? Get up and fix yourself as fast as you can. Hurry!!!

Uhhh, yes myma. I really thought that I was existing in that situation. Okay Kennedy, calm down, it's just a dream, nothing to worry. *sighs* Thank God that I'm still alive. Maybe I should get up now and fix myself so that I can go to that school inhabited with noxious personalities, again.

And here we go again, the witchy bitch approaching. Oh hello kranky kennedy, sweetie cupcake, apple pie! how are you? Debura said. Did you eat well your breakfast? Hmm, i guess yes! because both the food and your plate you've eaten! ahaha! i pity you darling. haha kidding! okay girls let's go. Bye bye sweetie! see you around. Ahaha. freak! Debura said together with her foolish and insecure friends. Such a amazing way to start my day again huh. *sighs* Bullies there, bullies here, bullies everywhere! I'm tired dealing with such persons. But i have no choice, i need to go to school. Tsk, sometimes i'm looking forward that what if, what if I... Hmm, never mind. Just get through it Kennedy. You can survive! Just keep fighting!

Before anything else, I'm Kennedy Jinx Clinton. I'm the only child, and my parents are no longer exist because of a plane crash happened about 8 year's ago. Only my grandma and grandpa who raised me till i grow up. I'm only 10 years old since the day of the accident happened. To be honest, I'm not yet recovered to that incident even if it took a lot of years to moved on. It's almost 10 years but it's still fresh and new for me. A long time, days, months, and years is not enough to forget easily about what happened to them. Maybe it should take a decade of downcasts, and a century full of sorrows and anguish to run-in. I've been so dumb, and selfish. I have no any idea how to save them that day cause all day long I'm just laying down my bed and just cry until the sunrise come up. I'm so tired of my life. I feel so useless, piece of trash, selfish and dumb. I'm just a nobody human being who lives with deep agony with this cruel world.

Teacher speaks. Okay class, turn the page to 112. Answer the following questions and pass it as you finished. Understand?

Yes ma'am. Class replied. Okay good. I'll leave just for a minute. Don't make some noise class.

Hey dude! Look at ken, she's so weird right? Jeff said. Yes she is bro. The way she acts, the way she dressed, and everything that she is. She's so weirdo!! Haha. Hmm, i have a bright idea. Gip, give me some crumpled paper. Oh wait! Also a tiny rock. Hurry! "Uhm, okay. Here." Gip said. "Thanks! So there you are. I'll put some rock for a great impact and a little message, "FREAKY WITCHY WEIRDO". The both of them laugh's." Okay gip, throw it!

"Ouch!" Kennedy said. "What's this? Free-aky witch-yy w-e-ird-o?" Kennedy get embarrassed. "Who did this?!! Who did this?!!!" Ken shouted at the class but her classmates just laughing at her. "Anyone? Who did this?!" The whole class still laughing at her. Ken leaves the room in shame and crying. "Vengeance is mine evil wicked people!" Ken said. Kennedy ran off to home and after she arrives, she locked up herself in bedroom. "This place is where I can find happiness. Full of serenity, silence, and just beautiful to stay at. Am I right? *Yes you are ken* something whisper's. Well now, all we have to do is to get enjoy with our game! Hahahaha. Are you all excited?" Kennedy talked to herself. She's about 2 weeks absent and now, her grandma and grandpa gets worried about Kennedy's situation because she's been imprisoned herself more than 3 weeks and not even eaten yet. "Ken? Can you come outside? Please? I can help you my darling. Myma and Pypa loves you so much. Please our pretty darling, come out now. We missed you so much." Myma said.

Kennedy isn't responds.

"Kennedy please, come outside. Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Kennedy throw something in the door and myma got shocked because of its loud impact. "Ken! What's wrong with you?! Are you insane? Why did you do this things? Did you know that im hurting seeing you like that? We're just concerned to you our darling so please, come outside." Myma said.

Nooo!!!!! *Ken banged the door* I don't want to come outside!!! I'm happy being alone. I'm happy being like this so please, get out! I want to be alone. I'm tired living my life like this. I'm tired treated like a underdog. Tired being hurted and tired being in pain. I'm tired!! Very tired!! But ken, you must stay positive. We're just waiting for you to reach out. We want you to be open to us. We can talk everything that bothers you darling. Please?

The surrounding covered with echoes delicates with tears. The glimpse of sorrows gives deep scars inside my utmost interior of sadcasm. Where should I be headed on? How could I escape when demons already invading my mind.

How could I?

How should I?

Everything is not working good.

Everything starts to fall apart.

Everything,

Everything will gonna ended tragically soon.

I wanted to shout help but,

Demons keeps in touch inside my core.

It's full of acquired adore.

I cutted my head off and blood seems to flow all over my body and throughout my room.

Sorry, but i just want to end everything inside me and I can't help but to reach my desires to end this all sufferings.

#SHORTSTORY. #CreativeWriting.

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benyavin · 6 years

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your favorite breaking benjamin album!!

MARIA!!! How dare you??? (I love this I love you but w h y would you EVER ASK ME?? TO C H O O S E ?????? Between ALL SIX (((SIX!! There’s a new one!!))) BEAUTIFUL BREAKING BENJAMIN ALBUMS WHEN LITERALLY ALL OF THEM ARE SO BEAUTIFUL WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME)

Clearly you must have known you were asking for an essay on Breaking Benjamin albums. So I shall humor you, as there is nothing I love to talk about more.

Saturate - 2002Okay okay okay if I had to pick a /least/ favorite it’s probably this one. BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I DO NOT LOVE IT OR THAT IT ISN’T AMAZING. Ahem. Disclaimer over. This was the first album, figuring stuff out and getting their name out there. It doesn’t have the polish of more recent recording techniques or the wisdom from years of experience of what’s going to resonate with people. It’s young. It’s raw. It’s reckless and edgy in that I’m-in-my-early-20’s-and-trying-to-be-grown-up way. It’s mouthy and sexual at times (Shallow Bay, No Games). It’s strange and weird at some points. (Skin, Sugarcoat, Natural Life, Polyamorous, I’m looking at all of you). But it has a lot of strength. From | out of the ground, I rise to grace; nobody knows it’s just a phase | to | come and take my breath away, look me straight in the face | to | what I want from this world, what I want to resolve: well, I want you to stay, so I want you to wait | to | you said you’d love to see the end; the long, hard road that I have been | to that soaring triumph at the close of shallow bay, | you live, you learn, you’ll live | as the guitars fade and the strings sing for the last few seconds. The building rumble and screeches and melody of Natural Life. The long slow hand drum intro to Phase. The cheery pace and melody of Skin. The stripped back, questioning, Forever. There’s a lot of bright moments and beautiful details, but the biggest thing about it is all the potential it reeks of. It’s a solid album and deserves more love. 7/10

We Are Not Alone - 2004FORGET IT!!!! EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND GO LISTEN TO IT IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!A more than satisfying successor to Saturate’s potential, WANA showcases the maturity Ben’s songwriting has achieved in just two short years. Every song was written with the same amount of intent - he doesn’t write singles and then filler, he writes every song to be single-worthy and then cherry picks the singles out of the bunch, and the quality-centric approach is evident. The cold selfish rage of Believe, the detached broken-heartedness of Break My Fall, Sooner Or Later, Away, the soft folded up sadness in Forget It and Rain, the driving desperation of So Cold, the self-deprecation of Firefly….| Cold am I; I’m beside myself because there’s no one else | | I’ll be there for you till my heart is black and blue | | is it you I want, or just the notion of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around? || and now I find you’ve left me behind, I don’t know what to say, so never mind || never mind, forget it, there’s nothing to lose but my mind and all the things I wanted |It’s very good and very solid. A lovely album. Not quite through with it’s mouthiness, the sexual edges toned down a bit more, everyone knew they were going places with this album. As a whole it has a coldness to it. It’s a dark picture of life it paints, but it does so in beautiful, if sometimes somewhat sloppy, strokes. And, well. To be human is to be messy. WANA is, at its heart, a very human album. 9/10

Phobia - 2006Their big break!! The album most fans discovered them through, many of whom swear they never have and never will top it. Phobia begins a recurring theme of touching on mythical ideas, sprinkling angels (evil ones, in this case) and the devil as characters in the familiar, gritty, determined narrative. Driving and melodic music and snappy drum tracks carry some of Ben’s best vocals yet along on a sweet sweet ride. It’s not as dark as WANA or as immature as Saturate, displaying a bit more hopefulness and intention to carry on despite the difficulty and pain, and the last bits of overtly sexual themes play themselves out in Topless, a song from 2002 that never made it onto previous records. It’s gripping and cohesive and sonically just a pleasure. The iconic The Diary of Jane and Breath, the steadfast Until the End and Unknown Soldier, the rage of Had Enough, the brokenness of Here We Are, You, and You Fight Me, the desperation of Evil Angel and Dance With the Devil. It’s a wonderful album and deserves all the love. | forgive me, my love; I stand here all alone and I can see the bottom | | hiding, betrayal, driving the nail, hoping to find a savior || so clever, whatever, I’m done with these endeavors || flat on my lonely face I fell, finding in the end, I live well || it only hurts just once; they’re only broken bones || I believe in you; I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies |Fantastic 9/10

Dear Agony - 2009IT’S MY ALBUM!!! MY BIRTHDAY ALBUM, MY LOVE LIKE NO OTHER!!! (Okay so yes you could make an argument that this is indeed my favorite. And I would probably agree, but I’d feel really bad about it because all of them are good!!! Most flat out fantastic!!!! DA just holds a really special place in my heart that nothing can ever displace.)It’s tight, it’s sound, it’s cohesive and raw and all the growth of the previous albums honed to perfection. It’s a masterpiece. It’s beauty, rage, and heartbreak. It’s so cold and emotional. From the sharp anger of Crawl, Lights Out, and What Lies Beneath, to the hopelessness of Hopeless (hehe) and Fade Away and Dear Agony, the grief of Anthem of the Angels and Give Me a Sign, the indomitable will of I Will Not Bow and Into the Nothing, the catharsis and mourning of Without You. This one has it all.| falling forever, chasing dreams; I brought you to life so I can hear you scream || all in all, you’re no good; you don’t cry like you should || days go on forever, but I have not left your side; we can chase the dark together, if you go then so will I || stay with me, you’re all I have left, I know we can make it out alive || now you wanna take me down, as if I even care; I am the monster in your head ||no longer the lost, no longer the same || holding the hand that holds me down; I forgive you, forget you, the end | | carry me to heavens arms, light the way and let me go, take the time to take my breath, I will end where I began |In conclusion, go buy it and force it in your ears right now 11/10

Dark Before Dawn - 2015I waited FIVE YEARS for this. FIVE Y E A R S. And it was worth every minute. DBD has huge nostalgia/dream come true status for me that it will never lose. I was there for this one. I experienced everything going on around it and there’s nothing like the first time. It’s a solid album, the theme of the title played out wonderfully with the intro and outro tracks, Dark and Dawn respectively. This album incorporates a new element, a feeling in the music I can’t think of any other way to describe than as spiritual/uplifting. This element even gets lyrical recognition in the marked departure from their usual style, Ashes of Eden, as well as in The Great Divide and Defeated. The anthemic Failure, Angels Fall, and Never Again, the brokenness of Hollow and Close To Heaven, the pain of Bury Me Alive and the clunky, bright Breaking the Silence. It’s a lovely album given cohesion by the fine details. The intro track is a compelling slow song into soft moans and a trademark roar over echoey tapes of a man describing the human response to rage, fear, and pain. The outro track starts with the soft pattering of a recording of his infant son’s heartbeat, followed by gentle vocalization from Ben and his wife. The album art is a solar eclipse against an ocean, a tiny island barely visible in the crashing water; in the clouds in the dark where the moon blocks out the sun, you can see the outline of Ben’s son’s sonogram. It begins in a dark place and ends in bliss. It’s the happy ending we’ve all been dreaming of after a life of struggle. It’s full of love and beauty for all the pain in the music itself. It’s a precious thing.| I’m coming home; release me, my love | | we bury the sunlight || I’m chasing the righteous, becoming a part of you || never surrender, out of the embers, save a space inside for me || are you with me after all? Why can’t I hear you? || stay alive; heaven holds a place for us tonight | | divided, I will stand, and I will let this end || leave all the lost souls behind; show us we’re worth forsaking |Absolutely incredible 10/10

Ember - 2018Okay so I wasn’t so excited about this album for a number of reasons. One being I have been way too busy to pay a lot of attention and the songs they released before the album as a whole were good but not quite what I was hoping for, another being the betrayal and loss of a close friend and the association of her with the thing we both loved and became friends because of. So I judged it rather unfairly at first. BUT on hearing the album as a whole the first time all that was blown out of the water. It’s absolutely beautiful and it both breaks my heart and makes me stronger. The heartbreaking out of left field piano and thunder track, The Dark of You, moved me near to tears. Tourniquet and Down fill me up with rage and determination to conquer the things that have held me down these last months. The sheer desolation of Feed the Wolf and Red Cold River, the strangely optimistic Torn In Two, Psycho, and Open Your Eyes, the self-destructive Blood. Some people complain that it’s too repetitive in terms of things they’ve done before but I would like to again remind everyone that there are now, with this album, four people who are not Benjamin who are trying to write Breaking Benjamin songs. Of course they’re drawing off older themes. They’re trying to be true to the sound and they’ve done an amazing job and honestly all of you need to shut up and stop being so ungrateful. Give them some time to figure out how to be more “original” while keeping in line with the core of what Breaking Benjamin is. This album is still amazing and is one for the books.| and now the weak that fall, return to ash, defeated after all || I will fight this war for you, and let the dawn of love survive | | I can’t feel anything at all; this love has led me to the end || carry me o’er the ground, heavy won’t hold me down || love will tie the tourniquet and suffocate me || I am the warm embracing || and all that I regret, I have before, I will again || with my dying breath, I keep this prayer alive |Go buy it RIGHT NOW!!?!! 10/10

In conclusion: *screams endlessly into the void* I’M A MESS AND CANNOT MAKE DECISIONS. EVERYTHING IS AMAZING I AM JUST OVERWHELMED BY ALL OF IT. NEVER ASK ME THIS QUESTION AGAIN (unless you want another rant/review post, in which case, please do!)

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hongaph · 6 years

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BEST FRIEND

Having a best friend forever is fun indeed. Imagine having someone who’s willing to do everything with you. From the moment you open your eyes every single day, till you close your eyes again at the end of the day. Going to school, having your lunch together, talking about that brunet that had just gotten into your class yesterday. Every single thing is being done together. Maybe, having no partner is better than not having a best friend. Rose, could relate to that. She had been experiencing a lonely life ever since she was born (maybe that is a tad too much) until now. Her father was a successful businessman and her mother was a renowned lawyer. Because of the fact that her parents were always busy, she was always being left alone on her own. She managed herself better than any 7-year-olds do. Her family was one of the richest families in the neighborhood. You might say that being rich is wonderful. Well, not for her though. Every time she went to school, looking at all those kids being escorted by their parents, a kiss on their foreheads before they head towards the school gate, really made her missed her parents even more. If she could, then she would exchange money for free time with her parents. She also rarely talked to the other kids unless there was something important, which was usually related to homework. When she got back from school, she would stay in her room, reading and reading books and that’s what she did every single day. The situation did not change even when she got into a university. Every other girl started to try to look pretty in front of their crushes, wearing short skirts, dying their hairs and did a lot other things she would not do. While she was still with her natural dark brown hair being held tightly in a bun on top of her head, knee-length skirts and glasses. The other girls would not bother to talk to her since they thought she looked too old to be with them. Well, at first glance, you would think she was a librarian. Rose was also a very clever student, having straight A’s was just a piece of cake for her. She was every lecturer’s favorite student. Because of that, some of the students called her “nerd” and “slut” because they thought she seduced the male lecturers to get good marks. She did think of dropping out, but the teachers told her to stay. “You have a bright future,” the teachers told her. So she stayed. Not long after that, a new student, a beautiful girl with almond-shaped eyes and also straight blonde hair, became her classmate. Rose became very attracted to that girl. Before this, she would not even bother looking to her new classmates for the second time. Such a waste of time, she thought. Now, she wished she could become the new girl’s best friend. After gaining some courage, she took the first step to get to know the girl. “Hey.” The new girl, known as Lalisa Manoban, did not even turn to look at her. Maybe my voice was too slow, Rose whispered to herself. “Hello….Lalisa.” This time, Lalisa, or she preferred to be called Lisa, looked up from her book placed on her lap, titled Me Before You. That book would never be touched by Rose, even if it were given by someone she likes, a crush, maybe. She was never interested in romantic things, to the extent she was sometimes afraid that she might be an alien or something. She never had a crush on someone, for the whole 19 years of her life. “Hello….” “Chaeyoung. I’m Park Chaeyoung. But you can call me just Rose. Uh…can I sit?” Rose pointed to the empty spot beside Lisa. “Oh, yes, sure, Rose.” She scooted over to give Rose some more space. After Rose had settled down on the bench, both remained silent because they actually had no idea what to talk about. “Hey-“ they said at the same time. “I’m so-“ again. They laughed. That was the most sincere laugh in Rose’s life. She had never laughed that heartily before. Even when she was with her parents, because, yeah, they never managed to spend time with her more than one hour. Usually when they were home, she was already asleep and when she woke up, they already went to work. “We really have like, some kind of chemistry, you know?” said Lisa, catching her breath after such a long laugh. “Yes, I noticed that too. My tummy hurts from laughing.” Rose said, barely audible since she was still laughing. “I did not think that you are this cheerful before. I mean, you never lift your head up from your Mathematics book, uh, I cannot do that. I cannot even look at the book more than 5 minutes. I feel like it is going to give me a seizure.” Again, Rose burst into laugh. “Lisa, you are funny.” “What? I am saying the truth though. I’m not a clever student. I never get a GPA more than 2.5 here. I’m so stupid.” “Hey,” Rose stopped laughing, “don’t say that. You are clever. You are bubbly and pretty and God, I think you are the epitome of perfection. You know what, I never talked to anyone, let alone to chat about unimportant things. You are the first one that I approach. See, you are so attractive! Plus, everyone has their own uniqueness. And regarding your study, I can help you if you need any.” Lily shrugged, tucking her imaginative hair behind her ear. “Rose, do you read novels?” “Um…no. Why?” Rose frowned. “Because the way you talk…wow, you can write, you know, some motivational books sort of-ouch!” Lisa whined when Rose smacked her on her shoulder. “You’re silly, Lisa!” “No, I’m not!” They started their own little fight before bursting into laughs. “Should we become best friend then?” Rose batting her puppy eyes, eagerly waiting for an answer while wiggling her little finger. “Sure thing, best friend.” Lisa linked her own little finger with Rose’s, smiling widely, happy that she had made a new friend on her first day. Starting from that one sunny day, Rose finally got a friend, a best friend, to do girly things together. Everything had started to become colorful, instead of being dull. Rose was completely happy with her life. She even started to read novels, let her hair down and dress up the way teenagers usually do and better, she started talking to her classmates and now, they had become more comfortable with her. No more being called as “slut” or “nerd”. Lisa on the other hand, had become a very clever student. With Rose’s help, she managed to score 3.5 and above for her final exam. They were also very competitive in class while remaining as best friends outside of the class. They eventually managed to graduate with First Class Degree. It was a long-awaited day for everyone, except Rose. For her, graduating from university means leaving her friends, and leaving was not something that she like. Her parents had left her day and night for years, and she did not want to feel lonely anymore. “Hey, Lisa.” “Hey, Rose-why are you looking so sad?” Lisa quickly changed her tone, aware of the gloomy aura surrounding both of them. “I don’t want to leave.” Rose whispered, still looking down at her graduation robe and her feet which were cladded in shiny black heels. “Why though?” Lisa asked, while pulling Rose’s arm towards an empty bench. Everyone was busy taking photos with their family members that they did not realize what was going on with these two girls. “I’m afraid that I won’t be able to find a new friend. A good friend like you.” Tears started to stream down her cheeks. “I will always be here for you. Don’t be afraid!” Lisa pulling Rose into her arms, consoling her by patting her back. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure!” “Okay. Oh, where’s your family, Lisa?” Rose smiled, replacing her tear-smeared face with a happy smile. But Lisa’s face started to change after the word ‘family’ was mentioned. “Uh…Lisa, are you alright? It’s okay, if you did not want to answer.” Rose started to feel guilty. Why did you ask such a question dummy, Rose cursed herself silently. “Nah, I’m fine. They are not here.” “W-where are they?” Again, Rose? “They are…dead. Involved in an airplane crash on their way back to Thailand.” “I’m so sorry for your loss…” Rose was suddenly reminded with her own life. At least she was lucky to still have parents, she thought. “Well, let’s go and have fun! Go to a karaoke centre or something! Everything was so overwhelming today I cannot take it anymore. Everything is on me.” Rose offered, trying to chase the gloominess away. “Really?!” Lisa’s eyes widen. It’s been a long time since she had fun, considering her poor financial status. “Yeah! My parents won’t be home anyway and they left me money. We can go and eat chicken and-“ “Let’s go!” Lisa quickly stood up and pulled Rose’s arm, taking her away from the chaos while both of them are laughing heartily. Days after days. Months after months passed. Since they graduated with First Class degree, they were immediately hired by a big and renowned company named YG Entertainment. They were lucky to be employed by the same employer while their other friends are being employed by different companies, not only in different states, but also in different country. Rose was grateful that her prayers were finally being answered. She was not going to be separated from Lisa. But one thing she realized, she had become more possessive of Lisa. She hates, no, that’s a strong word. She disliked, seeing Lisa becoming close to the other colleagues, especially Jennie and Jisoo. She did not know why but she just felt like they were trying to take Lisa away from her. Usually, when she saw they chatting, she would come and pull Lisa away, saying that she had something important to do and she needed Lisa to come with her. But, till when does she had to lie? She did not realize that the loneliness she felt has started to take its toll on her after such a long time, causing her to become more and more possessive. “Rose, are you okay?” Lisa asked, the look on Rose’s face was alarming. “I’m fine.” “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me if you have any problem, you know?” “I’m perfectly fine!” Rose yelled, shocking Lisa who was kneeling down in front of her. “Park Chaeyoung. What are you doing? You asked me to come with you. I thought you need something and now you are yelling at me. What the hell?” Lisa’s face turned red from the anger she had, sighing loudly while crossing her arms across her slender body. “I-I’m just…” Rose could not continue to speak as she burst into tears. Her body jerked from crying too hard. Lisa, who was angry a few seconds ago, quickly became worried at the sight of her best friend crying. “Rose, don’t cry. Just tell me what’s going on. I don’t mind. I’m all ears right now. Remember, I’m always here for you.” Lisa hugged her tightly. She knew that her friend might be too tired from all the trainings and what not. Furthermore, a big K-Pop concert was going to be held, so they had to train two times harder than usual. “I just feel like you are leaving me.” “No, I’m not. Why would you say that?” Lisa was taken aback. As long as she remembered, she never leave Rose alone. If she did, it was only when she had to do something really personal. “I don’t know. Maybe, it’s because of our members.” Rose looked away, unable to look into Lisa’s eyes anymore as she started to feel guilty. She shouldn’t feel angry with her group member, should she? Lisa sighed. “You know, they are our members, right? We are assigned into one group. Of course we should befriend each other. If not, how do we work as a team? About me talking to them, we were just giving ideas on what should we do for the upcoming concert. You understand me, do you?” After a few moments of silence, Rose nodded. Maybe she should not be angry after all. “I do.” “So, come on. Let’s go back to the training room. Time does not wait for us. We have to give the best performance for our Blinks!” Lisa jumped like a child, earning a chuckle from Rose. “Sure.” “Rose! Rose! Park Chaeyoung!” Lisa’s hysterical shouting nearly gave Rose a heart attack. Luckily, the plate she was holding in her hand did not fall onto the floor. Or else, she would smack Lisa on her head. “What? You are lucky I’m completely healty! If not, you would see my dead body here!” Rose asked, her face was red. “I’m sorry, Rojeuuuuu.” Lisa apologized playfully. “It’s just that I have something to show you! And I’m so excited!” Rose took a deep breath before taking a seat on the couch, the plate was still in her hand. She was planning to eat but since Lisa was so excited about telling her the thing she wanted to tell, she surrendered. “Okay, tell me. I’m starving right now and I want to eat but because I love you, I will listen to you. This better be important.” Lisa who could not stop smiling, quickly sat beside Rose and shoving her right hand in front of Rose. “Tell me what’s different!” Rose who was dumbfounded, stared at Lisa’s hand. Noticing there was nothing different, she frowned. “Nothing.” “Look again!” “You are getting thinner? Or fatter? Or both, if possible?” “No! Here!” Lisa pulled Rose’s hand and put it on her ring finger. “This!” “Uh…this ring?” “Yes!” Lisa nodded enthusiastically. “Guess who is it from?” “Our YG sajangnim?” “Nope. If he was the one who gave me this ring, then you would have one too.” “Then who is it? Come on, I’m hungry now.” Rose threw a little tantrum since she was already tired of guessing. “It’s from Baekhyun.” “Who is that?” Rose asked lazily. She swore to God she would have eaten the plate if she could. “My boyfriend. He asked me to marry him and I said I do!” Lisa looked at her ring lovingly. The moment Lisa said the word ‘boyfriend’, Rose’s eyes widen. “W-What did you say?” “I said…I’m going to get married! With my boyfriend Baekhyun!” “How come I did not know about this? Do the other members know?” “Nope. You are the first one to know about this. We decided to keep it as a secret. You are the first person to be invited to our wedding!” But Rose did not look eager nor happy with the news. Instead, she became more angry. “Does this mean that you are going to leave me? You are not going to live here anymore, are you?” “I won’t…but I will still be in the group. I would come here every day to train. So we will still be together!” Rose looked at her in disbelief. “You broke our promise!” Lisa who was smiling, frowned. “What do you mean?” “You said you are not going to leave me! Now you are getting married! YOU BROKE OUR PROMISE!” “But I-“ Lisa’s words were cut off in the middle of the sentence when Rose struck her hard with the plate in her hand. She touched her forehead. There was blood on her shaking hands. “W-why are you doing this to me, Rose? W-why-“ Lisa was being struck for the second time. The sight was grotesque. The moment the plate struck her head, a sickly crack sound came from her skull. “You were lying to me. I don’t like someone who’s lying. Now, you are going to stay with me forever and no one can have you.” Rose hit her head again, and again, until the plate was broken and Lisa had stopped breathing. “I love you, Lisa. I just don’t want you to go.” Rose hugged her best friend’s lifeless body, ignoring the metallic smell of the blood drenching her white shirt. “Hey Rose. Do you know where is Lisa? We have been looking for her for hours now and we still can’t find her? We called her but she did not answer. We thought she might be with you.” Jisoo asked, scratching her head. “No, I did not see her. Did you try to call her boyfriend?” Rose said, looking worried, “Huh? Who is her boyfriend?” “Baekhyun. From EXO.” Jisoo was shocked, apparently. “When-no, let’s just push that aside. Let me try to call him.” After being engaged in the phone call for merely 3 minutes, Jisoo came with a worried look on her face. “He said he is also unable to call her. Would you mind coming with us to look for her? She never left without saying anything before.” “Sure, let me go and grab my cardigan in my room.” “Quick, we will wait for you outside.” Jisoo and Jennie walked out from the house, still trying to call Lisa. Rose walked into her room silently and glanced at the open cupboard in her room. There, under those hanging clothes, the flexible body of Lalisa Manoban was folded to fit the cupboard. Luckily, Rose thought, she still had some spaces left there. But she knew, she could not stay there for long. She had to move out from her house. Maybe, I should start looking for a new house tomorrow, she thought. At least she would have her best friend with her forever and no one would come and take her best friend from her. She would not be alone anymore. It’s true though what other people said. Having a best friend forever is fun indeed.

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Whitehorse, Yukon Territory - May 19, 2018

While I was Yukon I had full intention to post my journal entry before leaving but like me bringing my Jayne hat on this trip, it just didn’t happen. So this will be a mix me last week talking and me a week after reflecting. So lets begin.

(May 11)

Today is the first half of my first day of the city and I think I have already got most of the city now, maybe I am wrong but it is not a big fit. It is not a knock I expected it o be this way and wanted it to. I needed the quiet and the forest atmosphere. Could have done with less of the wind.

I forgot my Jayne hat which angers me to no end but it is a first world problem. I found I forgot it mid way to the airport. Got on the plane at 7 but it wasn’t until 8 when we got off the ground due to a broken toilet. We made it it to Kelowna 45 minutes later in what was supposed to be a in and out and instead it was another hour waiting for something else. I am assuming it was the same broken toilet.

We got off the ground again and it was a 150 min trip or so. One good thing was they fed us well, well better than westjet or air canada would on a trip less than 6 hours or so. We got a fruit and meat plate which was unexpected, a snack which was small but oh well followed by a warm cookie so I could not complain especially since I barely ate that day.

I finally got into Whitehorse at midnight to find the smallest airport I have been to in years that felt like it came out of the 80s w it hits warm colours but I liked that of course. It was just different coming from big or bigger airports elsewhere. Even St. John’s airport is twice the size of this one. I knew I needed a taxi. I normally don’t not trust or don’t like using taxis but given is as in a unknown place, it was midnight and I was tired it was required. I checked that it would be a 13 dollar fare and the route didn’t seem to of air of a drive but it still wound up being a 20 dollar fare. Thankfully I was prepared for that.

I arrived in my room and found it to be excellent, very nice and clean. That being said I didn’t wind UFO falling asleep till 2 am. I woke up at 6 am and dragged another hour of myself before I showered and met the owner of the house. The house itself is very new in a new neighbourhood. Apparently it was once full of kids but they are all but one gone and that one hopes to be d one soon. In a great form of irony he is trying to apply to work for the department I am working for. I couldn’t and wouldn’t tell much since I have no power to sway but the mother told me he really wants to work for us and I told her if her. Son really wants to work for my department and has the education then he has a good shot. She is a nice woman and house is very nice, would probably be a awesome place. To stay in the summer but it is not quite summer yet as I would soon find out.

I walked out into the 9am to a never ending gust of wind but I quickly got what Whitehorse was about. It truly is frontier city, that has always been its aesthetic and this city owns it as best it can while it does modernize. It felt like a fusion of the small towns patchiness of Bay Roberts with the industrial appeal of Edmonton.

I walked to the airport in 30 min from the house looking to go to the museums next door but they were both closed. I assume that this city is visited in the summer commonly and winter as well but not in fall or spring and it is still spring here. I then decided to walk tot he city centre because on the map it didn’t seem like that long of a walk. Well not long compared to other cities I have been to. 90 min later I finally reached the city Center after walking through sandy hills and beautiful made for hiking trails. I hoped to have a good breakfast but it was too late for that.

I went to the Main Street which it was literally, the city has one records tore in the area and it is a small one with records going for 50 bucks a shot, CDs for 20 bucks. Reminded me of the old days of Fort McMurray where all CDs cost 25 dollars while everywhere else south was at 20. That is the price of living north of regular civilization. The further away you are from civilization the more expensive things get.

I spent 30 dollars on fudge.......fudge! Not because it was expensive, I don’t know about fudge prices but I went into this Midnight Sun shop which seemed to have a makeshift amount of home madeish stuff, tourist stuff and.......fudge. They had a tray full of tasters and I had one, loved it.....tried another loved it and I think I tried all the different stuff. I am normally not a fudge guy, I cane at it but I guess it has only been until recently I have gotten into how creative many places are with it....so I bought 30 bucks in fudge.....so what....treat yo self!

A coworker recommended a cafe for me to go to but it is too late for breakfast food. As I am writing this I am on my 3rd beer at the Dirty Northern Bastard Public House. I had butter chicken fries and two Yukon made beers from a brewery that is good far from me to check out called Winterlong Brewery. The other I want to go to will have to wait till tomorrow. I could g o today but I want to go on the tour. I always wanted to go on a brewery tour but they were always expensive or not available. This seems doable but the tour starts in 20 min and it Isao 40 min walk from here, I know because I already walked it.

So Saturday the plan is to wake up and hit the two museums at the airport early then be in the brewery by 2pm for it’s tour then buy some beer and find somewhere to get writing. I knew I would be done exploring this city quick. The point was to find solitude or a portion of it to work on stuff.

Whitehorse has something that the others don’t and that is wilderness that surrounds and you are away from everything, something I can’t get in Vancouver or anywhere close. I don’t know if I will get that in Fort Mac 2 weeks from now but I know I won’t have time for writing in Fort Mac while I run a solo Corey This Is Your Life episode just for myself because I know only I am interested in my own past and preserving it because my greatest fear is forgetting things.

The day is still a child here but it is too early to get drunk so I want to hit the only museum open today then find another place to watch the hockey game. The traditional Canadian accent is very strong here, I feel like the Canada culture is stronger here than it is in places like Toronto, Edmonton and Vancouver. That is if you think in terms of the stereotypes; large wilderness, the accent, the sweet tooth, the hockey obsessed lifestyle and the beer.

May 12

Another day is done and in between those two days there was lots of walking that was done.

After I wrote the above I sent out to explore some more. I set out to find the paddlewheel boat and found I could not get it on it.

Walked back to the city center to go to the go to the city’s historical museum. Sadly it was under renovation but they still were open and changing 8 bucks.

After spending a hour there I went back to the bar to watch the Caps versus Bolts while I continued to dine on over priced bar food and beer but hey.....treat yo self! It was still good food.

By the time the game was over I felt it was time to head back to my room and figured hey it took 90 min to get here I should be able to get back no problem in the same time. I walked up the hill to where the airport was and figured well I already went one way, the other way don’t look too long....

3 hours later I finally got home with my legs completely shot, serves me right I think but thankfully a chat with a friend on my phone made the trek shorter plus I needed the alone time to talk to myself about the typical things.

I got off the bed today and immediately felt the effects of Friday’s walk around the airfield. Those effects I have felt all day. The plan was to go to the museum next to the airport then take a bus to the city center and do the brewery tour then head back to the house to watch the game. That didn’t happen.

The museum was awesome, it was the Beringia Interpretive Center and I think I was their only patron that day, they gave me the full tour and I got my full 6 bucks worth which was beyond worth it. I got to shoot a prehistoric arrow befor bows and arrows which make me want to try and build and shoot my own of it.

After that I had about 90 min to get to the brewery, so I went to the bus stop assuming that it should be around only to find it only runs once and hour. So I decided to do another stupid thing and that was to walk the way down there on basically one good foot. It did wind up being fun despite the fear of bears being around.

I finally got the brewery and drank my fill on a empty stomach, I think everyone knew my plight that day was to just get toasted. I went to wall mart to get my parents the rest of their Christmas presents because I like to get it early. I finally did take the bus which lead me back to at least ten min from the place I stayed but I needed food and was too lazy to cook so I wound up paying 50 dollars worth in fries and chicken finger just for nourishment and nearly passing. Out on their couch. I don’t think it was so much being drunk as it was exhaustion.

So here I am in bed and really to sleep at the early hour of 8 pm.

Tomorrow the plan is to check out and hit the last museum then sit in the airport and work on my writing till the plane gets in.

May 13 (written on May 19)

The original plan for May 13 was simple; have a decent breakfast for the first time since I had been there, go to the transportation museum then wait it out in the airport till I left at 4:30 and got home just in time to have a decent night’s sleep............that did not happen and no one ever really gave a good reason. It was just that kind of a day. The first big issue I had that day was that i had bought two bottles of beer that I hoped I could bring with me on the plane. I found out that I couldn’t so I went into the bush to drink it. Not only was it warm but it wasn’t that great so I only really drank half of one bottle and two shots of the other and poured them out.

I went to the transportation museum which found up being a bit of a waste of money to me. It had a few nice things in it but nothing that I really cared for. I did get a pin out of it. Even though I did try to stretch my time at the museum I still had 3 hours before i had to check in. I went into the airport assuming like every other airport I have been it to it would have wifi but it didn’t I was also hoping that the concession stand would be open as it normally is to the hilt in every other place to get a fridge magnet (one of the few tourist things I collect at places because its cheap and it makes my fridge look cooler). Concession stand was closed, apparently it is only open for maybe a few hours between whenever flights come because not very many flights come in and out of Whitehorse. So I had 3 hours to kill and decided to walk across the street to the motel/resteraunt/bar that looked like it came straight out of the Klondike which struck my interest and it did not disappoint. Once inside it did have the look of a log cabin with 1970s decor. I ordered chicken fingers and fries with some Yukon Brewing beer. Realized they didn’t have wifi either so there you go but the food was good and I was able to relax. After an hour and a half of relaxing I felt i may as well just check in and wait it out and went across the highway again to check in.

I went to the check in place to find out that the plane did not arrive and that the flight has been moved to 9:30.............fuck. So much for having a good nights sleep.

By this time the concession stand was open because I think even they assumed my flight would in and maybe buy shit like I did, the fridge magnet. So I figured well I guess I will just take the bus back downtown and have a few beer then bus back since it takes only about 20 min to do it. I walked to the bus station to find out the bus was closed on Sundays. That is a new one for me and suffice to say I wasn’t that happy about it but how I seen it as long as I could get home I didn’t care. So I went back to the truck stop motel/restaurant/bar to the surprise of the waitress wondering why I am back. I told her my flight was pushed back 6 hours so I am basically going to be here for 6 hours. She had no problem, I ordered and drank more beer and had some of the best roast beef I have had in a long time.

Yes I ate a lot of meat while I was here, the reason is that I couldn’t find any real vegetarian options in this city, it is a small city. I got to watch yet another hockey game and get sufficiently buzzed and got back to the airport ready to take the plane out and so was everyone else who looked like they got kicked in the balls by Air North.

The flight from Whitehorse to Kelowna was fine; got a sandwich, snack and a cookie, I wish Air Canada/WestJet would do this but then I also do wish all air lines would stop trying to fuck you to but that is wishful thinking. I was originally supposed to sit beside this woman whom looked a little bit older than me and seemed to have a serious thorn up her ass. One look at me I think and she wanted no part sitting with me. I know I am not a good looking or a well groomed person but I did wash that day, my hands were clean and I knew I didn’t smell. She did look like a bit of a snob having a bad day but since the plane to Kelowna was half full she was able to sit by herself. When we arrived in Kelowna the flight itself was gonna be full, full of young kids coming from a hockey game. One kid could not stop saying “that’s insane” for someone realizing they would only get 2 hours sleep that night it was getting beyond annoying. The most annoying part though is the same thing that happened crossing Kelowna happened again but for no reason. We were basically on the fucking plane for at least 90 min even though they said it was just going to be a in and out thing. It wasn’t

Even more annoying was the snobby lady had to sit beside me and she did not look happy about it. At the time I really didn’t care but I was also antsy because we were not allowed to have our tablets or phones out for some ungodly stupid reason. Anyone who knows me knows I don’t do well with sitting still doing nothing for long so my leg was bopping and the lady for some reason didn’t like it even though it was not making noise and as far as I knew it was not making anything else move but she told me to stop. So with the push back of the flight, the needless wait in Kelowna, the “that’s insane” kid, nothing do and the snobby girl telling me to stop moving my leg really made me irritated. Part of me wanted to say no deal with it, we all got to deal with what is going on tonight but I said nothing. We finally got off the ground and we arrived in Vancouver at 1am with no way to get home but to pay a 30 dollar cab ride home and get home at 2am with only a chance at 3 hours of sleep.

That was my Whitehorse trip.

The days prior to my trip I decided on trying to do a grading system for the cities I have been to because I like to grade things, I am weird like that but I couldn’t entirely nail down the grading scale in a way that would be fair to all places because not all places are built to serve the same person but I felt that as I grade them I would take into account certain things. Maybe at some point I will back grade previous cities but I felt why not grade Whitehorse first, Fort McMurray would be more appropriate but oh well it has to start somewhere.

I decided make this similar to my 1-5 C rating system that I use with movies, music and books but while I want to keep those fluid its with cities where every C means something if that makes sense. With music, movies or books I am only really spending at most a day (with books maybe more but accumulating time is a day or so) with what I was rating so the grade is very simple. With a city and so many moving parts plus I am spending more than a day there in most cases I want to be more in depth in my ratings. Hopefully you will get it once I start, again this is just a test anyways.

There are five categories (5 Cs) I grade a city or place on.

C - Transportation/Transit - How easy is it for someone who don’t live there to get around without having to get a taxi. Is there transit, is it easy to use? Can one bike there and is it easy to obtain a bike? Can one get around well enough just by walking?

The best example of a city that would get a full C on this would be Köln or Berlin. Both cities are very walkable if you want, both cities have a very robust transit system to where you can bus or train anywhere you want. Both cities are pretty bikeable to if you want to do that. Unless you are going around in the middle of the night you can get around without a car.

Worst example would be Toronto even though they would sit get a half C because it is still a very bikeable city, transit can take you anywhere you want to go and get you there fairly quickly it is just very confusing to use and expensive.

C - Vibe - What is the attitude like of the city. When you are a stranger of the city its pretty easy to look like a tourist or a stranger. First impressions still are everything and they are to me when I am in a new place. Whenever I meet a tourist in Vancouver I always try to treat it like I am representing my country and my city because in many ways you are. How you treat a new person is telling how others are and if you ruin it for them their opinion often ruins the city for them.

I could use examples but I think this one is pretty self explanatory.

C - Food - Originally it was going to be bread because normally every city at least in Europe does their own bread but North America basically just borrows from Europe so I decided to just make it food. This one is fairly fluid in one way its a grade of the distinct to local cuisine and in another way it is a grade on the food selection. I could still give a city a high grade if they only serve one kind of food as long as it is unique to their culture while I can give a high grade to another city not because they have a unique food style but because they have so many food options.

C - Things to do - Could be architecture, could be exploitability of the city. Basically how fun is it to get lost in the place. For a new comer would it be fun to just get lots and not have to worry about anything like boredom or getting mugged. How much fun can you have here is basically the grading here.

Best example of a god grade is Toronto, there is no way you can be bored there. There is just so much one can do and go and I spent almost 5 days there and I only scratched the surface. Example of a bad grading would be Cork, Ireland. Though to be fair I didn’t both really doing anything there because I was recovering from travel fatigue but looking into what the city had to offer there wasn’t very much.

C - Beer - Every city has their own beer in this day in any, either the city has their own or their country has their own unless we are in a 3rd world country or a very strict anti liquor country every city has their take on beer. One can have no brewery but if they have a great selection they helps, one could have a ton of excellent breweries but if none had great beer it may not mean anything. You want to win this grade have a great selection of good and affordable beer either by your own creation or by importing of other places. No beer, very little beer or expensive beer means bad grade.

So lets start with Whitehorse.

I give transportation a half C; while I was not a fan of how infrequent the transit was there coming around only once and hour and closed on Sundays but it does get you around if you know where you need to go and it gets you there no problem. This city is bikeable too as well as there are bike trails that get you to and from the city centre. Plus the city is small, you can walk from one end of the city to the other in around an hour, i am talking the main area not the separated areas but even then you could get from one end to the other walking. Transit is bare bones but you can get around if you need to.

Vibe I would give a full C; everyone I met here was nice and gracious to me. I did not meet one bad apple here (outside of that snob woman but I dont count here as a local). Given with how much of a mining city this place was and how being secluded from everyone else can often make you made or crazy Whitehorse people carry it extremely well, they carry it far better than Fort Mac people do/did that is for fucking sure. This is a easy grade to get from me, you would really have to have miserable people in your city to make me grade you low on this one.

For things to do I could give Whitehorse 2/3 of a C, I thought a half but it is not really fair. You can’t compare Whitehorse to Toronto, Paris, Berlin or so many other cities like that because those places are huge compared to Whitehorse. If I was to grade Whitehorse just on it as a city a half C would be me going soft on them because quite honestly you could do everything in Whitehorse in a day if you were just coming down for the museums, the city itself and the beer. A day would be enough to get the whole gist of it. I can see people getting bored out of their minds here if they had a city mentality. However Whitehorse brings something that those cities I mentioned don’t have; nature. Look at the landscape pictures I posted this city is surrounded by forest and hiking galore. Whitehorse was and I think will forever be a outpost type city where people come to get the stuff they need then head out to the wilderness to either unwinds or do whatever they wish. You can’t get that with many or any metropolitan cities. In Whitehorse it’s less than an hour away.

Food is where I would have to give it it’s lowest grade at 1/3. That does not mean there is bad food in Whitehorse, that is far from the truth because I had lots of good bar food in Whitehorse and the fudge was excellent. However there was not very many distinct choices for someone to eat. If I was a vegan eating here I would be hard pressed to find dishes I liked here, vegetarian it would be possible but still tricky to find places. There is some variety but compared to other places there is very little variety. But have fudge at Midnight Sun, it is fucking divine. Next I do come down I am definitely having the bison burger too.

Lastly is beer, I didn’t have high expectations because this city has 2 breweries and it is a small city again I thought of when I lived in Fort Mac which even then is probably not fair for them now since the beer industry has changed so drastically in Canada as a whole since I moved to BC (even Vancouver was nearly a Canadian or Kokanee place when i got here) but I was expecting not very much felt that the grading of this would depend on the beers of these two breweries. I would up being surprised; the liquor stores and bars for the most part (at least the Dirty Northerner Bar) had a great selection of beers. They had Toronto be dead to rights that for sure. I couldn’t go to the Winterlong brewery because that was too out of my way but I had most of their beers at the Dirty Northerner Bar and I liked them again better than Toronto. Yukon Brewery was no better, none of their beers really stood out to me though but their tour was great, service was great and for the most part all their beers were very drinkable. If they served that beer here I would feel more than comfortable suggesting a Yukon Gold or what not to a fellow beer fan to try. That is why I give it 3/4. A perfect grade would mean I would have to fall in love with their beer and while I had no problem flirting and having one night stands with their beer, that is as far as I go with them.

So in the end Whitehorse get 31/4 Cs on the Corey Scale which when compared to how I grade movies, music or books makes the city seem like it was ok but I don’t need to go there but in terms of how i grade cities I dunno I guess I think it makes it more harder for one to really have a perfect grade. To be honest I thought Whitehorse was a great city to visit to be honest. I would be more likely to go to Whitehorse than to Toronto or even Seattle and I didn’t mind Seattle. However there is not much for one like me to do there past two days unless I wanted to camp there but honesty I live in Vancouver which also has vibrant wilderness just an hour away so I would not need to go to Whitehorse for it. I would return for the beer, atmosphere, fudge and for what I feel the city brings best and that is an escape.

Its not your average tourist destination; if you come here a day or two is enough for the city, to get the most of the place it would be out in the forest. That is what operates this city and what it brings that other places don’t have. I would recommend this city, don’t let the weather scare you. Sure if you came in the winter time of course you are going to get the very cold weather but if that is your thing you will have just as much fun as you would coming in the summer like I sort of did. Whitehorse is cool and if you are looking for a place with a mix of city and wilderness with a whole lot of nice people and decent drink to be had then Whitehorse is worth checking out.

Next week will be my hometown which I haven’t seen in at least 10 years maybe more. It will be interesting to explore this city now as a man and not a boy or a teen. Shazbot nano nano

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Chapter One: Where’s My Daddy?

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A frostbitten morning. The air was cold enough to tear through flesh with its razor-sharp winds and freezing temperatures. Not many could survive in the harshest of punishments nature had to deal out to the northern continent of Regenbolt. Smaller animals scurried back towards their burrows and dens in hopes of being saved from the deadly weather while the giants roamed. The Frogen Giganternma, or more commonly referred to as the Frost Giants, roamed the frigid and dangerous land even on the worst of days. The population of 260,000 Frost Giants had evolved over thousands of years to create their own way of surviving Regenbolt. Their skin had shed off years ago to become solid ice that was thick and sturdy enough to survive the worst blizzard with minimal damage to the Giant. Their normal heights of mere feet had grown to taller than that of 200 men for a male and almost 400 men for the women.

This day was not only the marking for the first day of the rebirth of the sun, but of the welcoming of the Frost Giants’ newest addition to their royal family. The Delovushks were the strongest and smartest of the Giants and had been ruling over them for centuries now. Their queen, Snö, was hailed as the greatest leader of all time. Their king Frosna was the kindest king, but fiercest male in all the kingdom, that being the one reason Snö had given Frosna a chance years ago. Women were the warriors, the generals, the rulers and males were to follow orders from them. To find a male who could fight amongst a woman was rare and genes quickly picked up by the royal family to keep the line full of warriors.

Today, they held a public viewing of the princess who was to be named the very same day. All Giants from every corner of the land came to see the child in her ceremonial crystal garb and give her their blessings. When a child was born to the royal family, the child would not be seen for 100 years to ensure the child does not die within those important and sensitive years. Most children of giants did not survive past 100 and it was a great and important tradition of showing the child to world after those years as to not induce mourning in the masses who would get attached. The viewing went from the dawn of the sun till it was halfway in the sky. At that time, three figures would enter the grand hall of the viewing area to catch a glimpse of the child. All were not Frost Giants, hailing from the three other kingdoms with whom were close trading partners and military allies. Before stepping to see the child, all three knelt before the king and queen respectfully. All wore a thick coat that reached the floor and draped around them as they knelt.

The king and queen, in a flurry of white powdery snow, called upon the power of the earth and changed themselves to forms more like the three before them as well as their daughter. Now, instead of two hulking beasts made of ice and snow, they were pale faced, pure white haired humanoid figures. Snö bore deep violet eyes and Frosna, eyes that were an unnatural shade of electric blue. “My dearest friends,” Snö begun, “It is good to see you all have made it here with minimal incident. As you know, our weather cannot be predicted. If so, we would’ve pushed back the viewing till tomorrow.” Her voice was pure velvet, creating a beautiful hum within the large halls. Her voice was met with laughter from the smallest of the three figures.

This figure was a woman with deep brown hair that covered her eyes and a smile that could be compared with an innocent child. “Snö, you know that we would’ve come today no matter how hard or far you would’ve tried to move this back. After 278 years of failed copulation between you two, you bear a daughter. This is a momentous occasion not only for you but for all of us.” The woman’s voice was higher pitched than Snö, but had an aura of authority that revealed that she was not to be trifled with. She looked towards the second woman beside her who had stepped forward as well. This woman had long, flowing black hair that ended in red that only could be compared to licks of fire. Her eyes were red such as the blood that flowed from men and women such as the first woman and hid behind a pair of glasses.

“Lady Krystalline is correct, this is such a momentous occasion, only war could keep us apart and now, I do not even know if that is true anymore. We even bear gifts for the child when she grows to begin her training.” The woman pulled out a small box which was followed by the other two following suit. She gave the queen a meek smile before adding onto what she was saying, “If nothing else, we would only come to hear the name of the new princess so we can properly address her when we see her again.”

Snö could not hold back a giggle at hearing the pleas, “Skyrine, you have become soft on me while I was locked away during pregnancy and stuck in this castle while watching my daughter! Begging is so beneath you and hardly looks good on a 589-year-old vampress such as yourself. I wonder if you do the same to Krystalline when you do not get your way.” She teased Skyrine and laughed as she got a flush of red from the woman in response. Though they were from opposite worlds, the four rulers had grown together and had all created an unbreakable bond with each other which made them the most powerful people in the world. Few from smaller countries dared to trifle with them, knowing that if one of their countries were to be targeted for an attack, the other three would come in for defense within a fortnight.

The queen was to say something else when a giantess came through the hall doors, collapsing onto her knees. The loud crash of the ice against the floor caused the three to cover their ears, especially the man who had the ears of a fox. Snö ran to her sister after giving her daughter to Frosna, becoming her true form once again as she went to the fallen giantess’ side. “My sister of ice, what has become of you? What has given you such grave wounds? Please give me an answer!” she begged, seeing a deep gash in the chest of the fallen. It was no easy task to mortally wound a Frost Giant in their true form, especially one of higher ranking like the two of them.

The giantess replied, “I, Halvdager of the northern front have seen death itself my queen. A being that is neither Mythic, Anim, Human or Giant, but a mass of darkness. It cried out like a child who had lost her father! Where’s my daddy? Where’s my daddy? I miss my daddy! The mass wailed before lashing out at my battalion, killing Spets, my lover and 7 others. Magic. It was pure, unadulterated magic that struck us! My queen, I fear for the village in which my station overlooks as the mass was moving forward as I escaped to relay this. It moved slow but I fear it is already too late!” She cried out in pain and held onto Snö, “Do not go there my queen, send out our sorcerers, but stay here and be safe... The being seeks out a father and I fear it may come for the king and your daughter.”

Snö nodded solemnly and watched as Halvdager lay still in her arms. She only stood after a few minutes, leaving the dead on the ground. “Fonata, what do you make of this threat that has befallen us?” the queen did not turn to the three as she asked. Fonata froze as she was not called by Krystalline by the queen. Fonata searched her mind for an answer for the queen, not knowing exactly what to make of the threat. It was all wrong. What she knew the being to be should not have had the ability to use magic, let alone the type Halvdager described the mass using.

“An Akio-.” She started but was cut off.

“You and I both know this being is no simple vengeful spirit.” Snö snapped. “My queen, please just listen,” Fonata sighed, “Yes, it is not a normal vengeful spirit as all Akios are but you must remember that an Akio takes on properties in its new form based off areas and the circumstances concerning its death. You have seen one yourself where it was of Frost Giant heritage but came back to haunt you in a form that involved fire as you killed the man by burning him alive. Just for a second think of how the being may have passed on and how it has passed on. The Akio, from Helvdagers description, seems to be that of a child who could have died from some sort of smoke inhalation or suffocation and could have died with untapped magic.”

“So, a little girl was killed and has turned into this being with magic because she had magic in life?” Skyrine let out a long breath and looked up to Snö, “This is not a fight you can take on without the help of at least a high sorceress like Fonata but know this, I do not see that you will come out as a victor in this battle if you go out to the front lines. Halvdager is right in that you must stay here where it is safe.”

Snö looked back to the group and then to her daughter who was hiding behind her father, “I am Snö Delovushk. To not go is to cause a grave disservice to my ancestors who have created this great land. No being, dead or alive, can befall me and best me in combat. With or without my own magic, I will prevail!” she stated with a powerful boom before walking out to go towards the village in which Halvdager was stationed near. If her two greatest allies would not back her up, she would deal with the problem herself. I am the greatest queen in the history of our kind. No being will best me! Snö repeated this in her head as she mounted her steed created from her magic and the sturdiest ice from the northernmost tip of her land. With a sharp click of her teeth, the steed sped off to wherever she sent it.

Fonata sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “I had almost forgotten how stubborn Frost Giants were when it came to honor and wanting to protect their home.” She went to the kind and knelt, “I apologize for not being able to stop the queen from going out to attempt to take care of the Akio. I wish to be blunt with you, lord. I do not think she will make it out well, if at all. She learned nothing from watching her own sister die in her arms and is to reap what she will sow when concerning the being.” It was true that no one appreciated to hear what Fonata had to say when it came to things they would regret because of her honesty, but the king could do nothing but agree with her statements. “My wife has run out there, not knowing what she is facing. She is my fiercest Snowfall but her ferocity may meet its match in this strange invader of our land. Fonata, Reneria, Nijiru… I wish not to task you with cleaning up after my wife, but I must ask such now, and if you could, please save my Snowfall from herself,” Frosna pleaded with a desperate look in his once cool eyes.

The three looked to each other and Nijiru spoke, removing his mask which had imitated the appearance of a fox, “All of us must go. The king and his daughter is safest here but even with the power you possess Fonata, it may be little to protect yourself as it lashes out. We will be your strength as you cast out this demon.” He looked to his left as a whirl of white flames sparked from the ground and grew till it burned out, revealing a large carriage with flaming steeds at the helm. Nijiru got into the driver’s seat and waited till the women boarded before setting out towards the fight, following Snös’ footprints into the deadly storm.

The snow seemed to bounce off the carriage and not even bother the steeds. In the passenger’s seats, Fonata and Skyrine prepared their cast to drive out the Akio and send the troubled spirit to the other side where it would find peace. As they neared the area, though, Fonata could feel the negative energy of the Akio making the air heavy and hard to breathe. It stunk of evil energies and whispers of anger rung in her ears. Visibility sunk from a few meters ahead to a mere couple of centimeters from the black smog surrounding them. This did not deter Fonata, no, but made her more conscious of her actions to undertake. This was no normal Akio, they knew that much, but as they came closer and closer, Fonata questioned whether this was in fact an Akio or a user of the darkest of magic.

“Heel you beasts!” Nijiru ordered and held the reigns tight to stop the steeds which caused the carriage to jump, “Apologies but we have made it to the mass and my beasts urge us to retreat. I believe it better to go on foot towards our objective.” He jumped from his seat and went to the carriage, helping both Fonata and Skyrine out. The snow and wind still did not affect the three even as they left the safety of the carriage and Skyrine had created a light to help their journey. “It will not be far now my friends. We are upon the mass and it seems to feel us approaching.” He stated calmly.

The three walked carefully but stopped as they spotted an enormous mass of ice to their left. It was the body of a Giant and it was easy to tell who this was. Skyrine went to the fallen giantess and spotted their injury; a small entry wound through their chest with an exit wound at a different spot than expected. “She was killed by a single strike at an angle. It quite possibly went through her vital organs with no problem. The markings within the wound state that there was no friction with the attack. It was definitely magic that caused this,” Skyrine looked towards Fonata who had been examining the features of the giantess to figure out an identity, “She died immediately.”

Fonata turned from the giantess towards the approaching black mass. It stretched to the edges of the horizon, seeming to swallow up everything in its path. A shriek erupted from the mass, Where’s my daddy? I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my mommy! Where’s my mommy? Not wishing to waste any more time, Fonata begun a spell that would seal away the being. The best thing to do would’ve been to destroy the supposed Akio but after feeling the power it held up close, destroying the being would require more magic than she had at the time. With her spell, she would seal away the monster for 100 years which would give her or another sorcerer of her ability the adequate amount of time to gain enough power and master it enough to destroy this creature.

From her now upraised hands grew light that tinted a deep and brilliant shade of violet. The light reached out to the being in the form of chains that wrapped themselves around the form of the mass. As it begun its escape attempt, more and more chains flew from her hands to wrap themselves around any spot that the mass seeped through from. The cries for its father turned into different cries now, Let me kill him! He must pay! He has killed his own daughter! This man must pay for his crimes! With a sigh, Fonata put all her magic into this sealing spell and into a rune lock that would make it impossible for the mass to escape without her letting it out. The Akio was begging for retribution and Fonata would work with her allies to find this father and bring him to justice for a crime that had been committed. She would not allow this child to not get justice.

“Fonata! Come quick! This is of the utmost importance!” Skyrine called from the dead giantess. The sorceress finished the seal and hurried over, stopping short of her friends as she spotted a sword the giantess clung to even after death. It was the same sword the queen held and wielded in battle. “We must get this news to the king as fast as possible. Nijiru, go to the castle and relay what has happened. The queen has been killed and the invader has been sealed away as it could not be killed at this moment,” Fonata ordered. Nijiru did not hesitate and hurried away to his steed. The two women waited patiently by the body of their close friend for the Frost Giants quick decomposition.

Decomposition begun with the ice around the appendages melting off, which gave of a repugnant odor in which no match could be found. Then, the body would begin cracking around joints and old wounds which created loud booms that could make average men and women temporarily deaf. Once the cracking ended, the body would shatter off those points and all organs other than the heart would freeze over and shatter into fine ice crystals. The heart would beat once more before falling still and hardening into the most beautiful and sturdy natural gems. The hearts would go for hundreds of thousands on the black market for their beauty. Gems from the men would be clear, with little to no colorization to it. A womans’ would be a brilliant red with speckles of gold, but Snös’ was a light blue with much more golden specks than a normal woman. This was normal for those of the Delovushk line since they were more proficient in magic than all and all carry an extinct gene for the blue heart.

“That was 30 minutes long… If she had really died instantly, you and I know that it wouldn’t have taken the usual amount of time for her to decompose, Skyrine,” Fonata spoke aloud as she held her friends’ heart, “Snö did not die quickly.” A hand went around her shoulders as the two watched the snow fall from above. Now that the mass had been contained, the air had grown lighter and the smog dissipated. The two could now see about 5 other hearts in their immediate vicinity; all of which were much smaller than the one Fonata held. Children, Fonata realized, Snö had been protecting children when she was struck down. “This being was not an Akio. Whatever it is, we must find a way to kill it before more lives are lost.”

“Dead? Snö cannot have perished! She is the strongest of us all! What are we to do without our queen?” Frosna exclaimed, pacing around his hall, now in his natural form. The king had sent off his daughter to her room, but the small princess had stayed to hear what had become of her mother and her friends. “Nijiru, please tell me you jest. I know it is nearly the day of jokes for your country and I would appreciate you leaving the tradition back home for this occasion.” The king muttered the last words with a tone of annoyance. Nijiru was a prankster but Frosna knew the man was serious when the time called for it. He was just praying that he had slipped and told him a cruel joke.

“It is no joke Frosna. We all saw your wifes’ sword within the hand of the fallen giantess. When the heart comes back, we can further prove the identity of the fallen but for now, what will you do? We will be behind you 100% if you choose to take over the throne for a temporary time before your daughter becomes of age.” Nijiru explained simply for the distraught giant. He watched Frosna sit in the throne that once belonged to his late wife and went to his side, “I know this will not be easy but we are going to work towards killing the black mass and exacting revenge for Snö. Believe me, she will be avenged but I just wish to know what you will do.”

Frosna sighed, “For another 100 years, I will rule over my land. By then, my daughter will become of age and take the throne from me and the threat will be long gone. I will entrust to you three the destruction of this beast and the vengeance of Snö. So be it by the King of Regenbolt.”

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