Spring Training

For the next week (Spring Break) I will not be updating the blog at all, I will be focusing on my Parkour Training.

In the meantime I will be opening another blog for my training. So, if your interested in parkour, follow that one.

So for now, I bid you farewell.

Fading

I watch as the silent night falls
The sky is fading into eternal darkness
Death is upon us,
But there is still time for you to live on

Hurry! Go!
Take my sword and embrace your dreams
Now, don't falter, leave!
Our time here is dwindling

The rain is coming
Drowning my soul
Returning my entity to the Life-Stream
I am fading, but I have one last thing to say...

Never betray your SOLDIER honor...


I was inspired by the final scene of FF7 Crisis Core, the one where Zack Fair Dies.

Zack is Narrating.

And yes, I wrote this...


P.S. Final scene link 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMo6x-zTXVU

First Attempt at Anime Drawing

So, I looked up a few tutorials yesterday on how to draw anime, and this is my very first attempt.

 

PS. I don't usually draw so this isn't with practiced skill, I didn't take any art classes ever. I just decided I was gonna start drawing and went for it.

This is the tutorial I used:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gnBp3pwD76U

So, tell me what you think. =D

Loveless Poem

You guys remember the loveless poem I quoted a few weeks back? Well, now i have the whole thing, and I would like to share it with you. I'll have the interpretation of what it really means up in a bit.

Loveless - Prologue
When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting


Loveless - Act I
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take it to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest


Loveless - Act II
There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds
Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh


Loveless - Act III
My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow
My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return


Loveless - Act IV
My friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honor remains
The arrow has left the bow of the goddess
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber
Legend shall speak
Of sacrifice at world’s end
The wind sails over the water’s surface
Quietly, but surely.


Loveless - Act V -Made by Genesis-
Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return
To become the dew that quenches the land
To spare the sands, the seas, the skies
I offer thee this silent sacrifice

Recent English Paper

You guys remember that English paper I typed up in thirty minutes at 11:00pm? The one titled "If I were a famous guitarist." Ya, you remember.

Well, I personally thought it was utterly terrible, but my English teacher had different views. She gave me a 99! I thought I was gonna fail, while I made one of the highest, if not the highest, grade in the class...

It just goes to show, that cramming homework in at the last minute late at night will get you better grades. :Sarcasm:

Regards,
Drew

P.S. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy. I'll post more often, I promise. ;)

Graffiti Artist Interview is Here!

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English Paper "If I were a Famous Guitarist"

I do plan on lengthening this and editing it, but I needed this done by tomorrow... Oh, I typed this up in about 30 min...

And ya ya, I know, revise and Edit....

If I were a Famous Guitarist

            The fans were cheering, the last band had just left the stage, and we were up next. The crowd screaming, the feel of adrenaline coursing through my veins, it was a night I would never forget. As I stood atop the platform, that I was to descend from once we started to perform, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the days before this, before the crowd, before I was a famous guitarist.

            I was late to class, not because I overslept, but because band practice had run late. I tried to tell the teacher, but she didn’t listen, I had already been late two times that semester, a third strike and I was out. So guess what I had to do for three hours after school? I got to sit in a classroom and do absolutely nothing. I hated that day but, only now do I realize, that was the most important day of my career as a guitarist. That day, out of pure boredom, I started to write random lyrics onto scratch pieces of paper. After the bell rang I gathered up my things and walked home indolently, thinking about the lyrics I had written. They seemed to flow right, to fit the music in my head, but a song would not form. Then, only after a night’s rest, did the words click. I awoke and quickly ran to my guitar and then began to create my masterpiece. I recorded the whole thing on my phone, all four hours of playing. I went to school the next day and played it for the band, and as I stood there, watching the look of amazement form on my fellow band member’s faces, I knew that once this song was created, things were going to change. Guess what? I was right, because it is that song that I was about to perform in front of thousands of fans.

            As I snapped out of my flashback I came to realize that the drummer had already walked onto the stage. He was wearing a sleeveless leather vest and ripped jeans. He styled his fluorescent blue hair into a Mohawk that night, dying the tips a deathly black. Next entered the bassist, Pete, he was a long time friend of mine and this night he looked like a different person. He walked on stage with a white T-shirt, wearing black skinny jeans, as he usually does. But this night, there was something in his eyes, which made him seem more confident, more deadly. Maybe it was the way his jet-black hair was styled, a gelled bed-head, or the light, or something, but he was definitely a different person tonight. Then, a spotlight pointed to a teenager, no more than seventeen, standing atop a platform, he jumped fearlessly off and descended onto the stage. Because of this signature entrance he was often referred to as the “Fallen Angel”. It was a true sight to behold; all who saw it will never forget his name, Drew, the lead guitarist for the band Versecon. Drew, is my name…

After the show the band and I hit the parties and had an amazing time. That night I never forgot, it was truly an amazing night. If anybody ever asked me what it was like to be a famous guitarist I would reply with just two words. Mind Blowing. There is not much more I can say about that night, but I can tell you this, there were many more nights just like that one.

To Be Continued…