Lore: The Furthest East (Part 2)

MC 2 days, got nothing better to do. Now waiting for our away match against Blackpool Inc(e) this Sat.

SANSHINKI:

The Furthest East is a land where gods and magnificent creatures used to walked, at least this is what the Cinha believed in. Cinha legend (or better known to the Causaceans as "myths") has it that there used to be unified world prior to The Known World every inhabitant is now familiar with. This was an age where no mortals existed, only gods and beasts no longer seen now. However, the Shinki only provided a cryptic introduction to this era:

From nothing came everything, all things in time returned to nothing.

Without emptiness, existence can never be.

Without existence, emptiness will never be reached.

The world is round, its flow a cycle unfathomable.

Hence there can never be an end to every creation, only nothing and everything.

~Book One of the Shinki: Kigen [translated by Erasmus Eliaden, First of his nName]

Many scholars concluded that this was in fact referring to the Age of Renown, where only via whatever few artifacts unearthed did people start noticing such an era. In fact, debates are still raging within the School of Debating (i.e. part of the Trinity College in the Kalaran Empire) on whether this particular passage truly refers to the Age or Renown or is purely gibberish. If 'tis true that the above opening was talking about the Age of Renown, then mayhap the Sanshinki really existed. Not as gods but of mortal flesh.

He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise

Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo

According to the Shinki, Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo was first of the three to be conceived. Said to be born from a rock situated at the bottom of Seikai no Umi (i.e. the Cinha term for the ocean surrounding its shores), this was an individual brave and haughty, yet humble before his men. Even before his coming, the ancestors of the Cinha were suffering greatly under the much feared Oni. The Shinki is extremely graphic in terms of whatever atrocities committed, yet only praise and scenes of valour were included pertaining to Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo's exploits.

Despite popular belief beyond the Furthest East where his lack of armour betrayed an arrogant sense of pride, eschewing such basic mean of bodily protection was intended as a charismatic show in order to motivate his followers.

Without armour, He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise would surely perish swiftly. For what manner of war could be decided by a fool's duel? Our ancestors were willing to die for him, for the Oni only understood rape and murder. We of flesh and blood understand loyalty and love, our forefathers many a countless era ago were no different. Whenever He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise sounded his horn, men and women would follow. Their children were willing messengers and carriers, this was how we learn to be strong.

~Book Two of the Shinki: Sensou [translated by Erasmus Eliaden, First of his Name]

At the same time, his sole weapon was a magnificent treasure to behold. The Cinha's favoured weapon would always be the yedo, a single edged sword with a ring pommel and short round handguard. It was agreed by the intellectuals that such martial tendency could be traced all the way back till their patron god.

Ame no Habakiri, who can mock at you? Your bite is elegant and cruel, your name is armour and squall. Who can touch He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise once skies blessed him with their anger? A shield invisible and fortress unseen, a thousand Oni prostrated dead.

~Book Four of the Shinki: Ten-Chi-Jin [translated by Erasmus Eliaden, First of his Name]

She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful

Mirai no Silla

According to the Shinki, Mirai no Silla was the second deity to be conceived after Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo. If her male counterpart was conceived from a rock situated at bottom of the sea, then her birth could be traced back to the heavens.

Hence the people wept, for where was the maiden worthy of He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise? Many a comely virgin offered themselves, yet they were rejected. Alas for every girl broken this way, the worried Kitans wailed their sorrows before Heaven itself. Surely He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise deserves the finest best, they cried. At last Heaven heeded their pleas and led the groom to his destined bride. Across the four terrains and behold, She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful awaited He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise.
~Book Two of the Shinki: Sensou [translated by Erasmus Eliaden, First of his Name]

From the above excerpt, some intellectuals assumed that the Cinha religion actually involves ancestral worship while many others dispute such claims upon grounds of having only three such figures. Regardless of whatever argument resultant, both camps agreed that the Cinha pantheon, to a major extent, possessed carnal nature. This was further cemented by how Mirai no Silla was portrayed in her statue image together with those verses below.

She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful was lithe and naked, a nubile beauty. In her hand held Yata no Kagami, a mirror capable of showing every man and woman's actual image. Hence came the question:
"Who is the richest, who is the strongest? Who will reach Takahara after death and who shall descend unto Yomihara come the end?"
Thus He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise answered:
"Richest is the righteous poor, strongest is a coward true. For the heart is one's only treasury, strength comes from a weakling's honesty. Hence only the just and meek will reach Takahara, the ignorant and boastful entering Yomihara."
~Book Two of the Shinki: Sensou [translated by Erasmus Eliaden, First of his Name]

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Revealed

Rounin no Baekje

The rumoured son of Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo and Mirai no Silla, Rounin no Baekje was nonetheless a disfigured boy. A large portion of the Shinki pertaining to his life were lost to time, even the Cinha historians admit it as much. In fact, no reason could be found behind why his parents abandoned him apart from stating the obvious. Many scholars, both Cinha and otherwise, believed that both Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo and Mirai no Silla couldn't stand the truth that their son was born deformed. How he managed to survive, let alone achieve godhood status, still remains a mystery. However, Erasmus Eliaden had this to say:

During my last days in the Furthest East, my curiosity got the better of me. Granted I tried my utmost best to be civil, nevertheless I knew I would be playing with fire. These foreign people are not much different from us, that any possible fear towards anything and everything alien must be accounted for. Praise to the greatest Father True above, my gamble paid off. Even though she was an old widow deprived of comfort and wealth, the old lady indulged me willingly. This was what she had to say:
"None knew whether Baekje was truly the son of He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise and She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful. However, you can try asking every commoner and you will get the same answer from them. Rounin no Baekje traveled many a great length to understand new things. To him, knowledge is everything and he imparted his wisdom unto us. We see He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise as a conqueror who unified us, She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful taught us how to deal with others in peaceful terms. Yet, it was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Revealed granting the Kitans the ability to build towns and cities, villages and forts. He also allow us to understand the finer art of warfare, which no sengun would ever admit."
From her words, I gather that this exotic race actually harbour a sense of ironic loyalty. They knew who did what, yet only two out of three could be worshiped openly. Knowing any further questions would get me into trouble unwanted, I ceased my words. Mayhap one fine day, a child god whose name could only be whispered with nary a formal respect will see the daylight of joy and celebration, who knows?
~Notes from Greatest Men: Hand of the Empire [written by Galus Tibiers]

Note:
[1]-Shinki is the sole official historical text of the Cinha.
[2]-Whilst Notes from Greatest Men should not be considered as part of the Kalaran official history, Galus Tibiers was still the writer. This is due to anything pertaining to historical figures considered under the historian's charge.
[3]-Historians are bounded under the Emperor's rule ONLY. As such, they are considered people with great political power despite having no hold over everyday politics.

~To be cont'd.... [I think now got runny nose and cough liao...]

Valar dohaeris

Originally planned as Valar morghulis II, but I decided to scrap it lol! Again, no guarantees on how foul mouthed this post will get. ;)

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Response to death itself...

Remember what Syrio Forel said about answering Death? If valar morghulis epitomizes death at its most absolute, then valar dohaeris will be its answer. I do not know how ironic this one can get, but technically speaking once can liken this response greeting with life. Maybe I should ask every reader this simple question: When you serve something or somebody, does it make you a slave to whatever or whoever you're serving? You serve your country, are you a willing slave to your nation? You serve your boss, does that make your boss your master? You desired to have wealth and fame, will your decision make you serve wealth and fame? Arya's character is all about making decisions because that's what real life is all about. Even the most heinous ones like Littlefinger, Cersei, Ramsay, and Euron are entitled the right to do so because they're living human beings!

So who does Arya serve? On the first glance, she's now serving the Faceless Men, but is it truly that simple?

How to carry out a hit

I've read somewhere that if you want to kill someone, go hire a Serb. Regardless how true this is, hiring a Faceless Man means 100% success rate literally. One of the focal ethos is that collateral causality is forbidden. On a practical end, it's there to prevent any unwanted trouble. In terms of ideology, we call it a religion. Literally. Death comes to all, there can only be one God and he's called Death. Sounds familiar? I'll get to this part asap.

If death is the common rest allowed for everybody, then it must also be said that death itself is the most basic form of human rights. I know it sounds warped, but I truly doubt Essos has its own Geneva Conventions just because we're talking about the term Free Cities.

Therefore, killing the intended target is not just about pragmatism, but rather a 50-50 deal between practicality and ideology. To the Faceless Men, valar dohaeris means valar morghulis and vice versa.

There's something about Arry...

Arya entering the service of the Faceless Men is without a doubt the turning point of her life. In order to do the only thing she does best, she must abandon every semblance of self identity. When she passed herself off as Arry, little did she know the ironic future awaiting her. Arry was truly a fake identity used out of necessity, the same actually goes for her ever changing face at the moment. Therein, I must state what I see in the f-word.

There are two meanings behind the concept of face. One of it literal, the other symbolical. The literal face is the face we all are used to seeing. Our own reflection and other people's appearances, be they your family, friends, girlfriend/boyfriend, etc. Even strangers. The symbolical end means self-identity. I bought a hardcover artbook for Warcraft III many years ago, one question which stands out from whatever pictures available is this: When a monster looks at itself in the mirror, does it see a monster?

Above question can be found in the Orcs introduction and I really took it to heart. Years later, this would become the bedrock of A Ranger's Tale. You see, when we call somebody a monster, it's merely how we perceive his/her identity. To the said "monster", only his/her opinion matters. In short, if a murderer cum rapist insists he's a human being, then it means his identity is NOT a monster. [1]

We mustn't underestimate the profound nature behind the symbolic face every one of us has. Every human being is unique because we all have different faces. I have my own face, my superior has his own as well. I recognize my parents and sister for who they are, I'm pretty much sure I won't forget the face of my future first girlfriend. That is if I'm lucky enough for the last count.

So who does Arya serve?

On the first glance, Arya Stark serves no one. However, it's interesting to know that the ancestor of every man's best friend was the wolf. Since ages untold ago, taming wolves became man's favorite pastime so as to speak. The ancient Irish especially were renowned for their hunting hounds. [2]

Arya's journey is quintessentially a case of "to tame or not to be tamed" question. Without a doubt, a wolf has its own self identity. Yet, a hound will not only possess an identity, but a master to protect also. It's ironic in a very cruel sense to compare the fortunes of Bran the Builder with Ned. Bran was a truly a free wolf under no man's leash. Ned, on the other hand, became the Iron Throne's most prized hound. No matter how valuable a hound is, the master can still choose to execute it one way or another.

Let this be known: Arya doesn't serve anyone apart from herself. Her current predicament is not so much of a survival game, but rather an identity crisis. She's the closest thing to House Stark's living symbol now, but will she be tamed?

Guilt vs Guilt

Firstly, let me just say that no matter how strong she is, Arya's still a girl. A certain Mr Eric Soh once commented that women tend to be more emotional [3], I doubt he actually read A Song of Ice and Fire. One of the most understated aspect of Arya's struggles is this one below:

She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

~A Song of Ice and Fire; A Game of Thrones

In this respect, she's her bastard brother's clone. Unlike Jon, however, Arya's depression stemmed from herself. At least Jon Snow knows something:

Jon wanted nothing more. No, he had to tell himself, those days are gone. The realization twisted in his belly like a knife. They had chosen him to rule. The Wall was his, and their lives were his as well. A lord may love the men that he commands, he could hear his lord father saying, but he cannot be a friend to them. One day he may need to sit in judgement on them, or send them forth to die.

~A Song of Ice and Fire; A Dance with Dragons

Will the real Arya please stand up?

Many readers assumed Arya to be a natural born killer, for it is indeed true that she's a gifted child. Not so much on understanding stuff, but rather absorbing surrounding knowledge and utilizing them without even herself knowing. It's just like seeing someone having zero experience in watching football, yet capable of understanding how individual teams work their formation and players. Arya's talent is all about 100% instinct. Period. Like how a wolf learns how to hunt, likewise this ferocious cub of House Stark learns how to kill. In an eerie sense, she's quite similar to the youngest Stark still stayin' alive. [4]

House Stark=House Warg

It really feels surreal hearing a hopeless Stark fanboy saying this, but it seems that the surviving Stark children DO have a strong potential when it comes to skinchanging. So let's see what we have before The Winds of Winter hit S'pore's summer shores...

Jon-shown to have a strong potential yet to be awakened fully; key to his future fortunes hints at Ghost.

Bran-a no-brainer quite obviously. This has nothing to do with the three eyed crow, but rather a Stark greenseer.

Rickon-already considered imba, now possibly still in volatile mode.

Sansa-No chance in hell, sorry.

Robb-wolf-head Robb, sorry.

Arya's warging ability is definitely linked with Nymeria, but it actually took a cat to let us have the clearest idea yet. No one taught her how to skinchange. Then again, same goes for the rest apart from Sanas ofc.

Jack London, this one is for you...

I still remembered watching as a child/tween the TV series, White Fang. At the same time, there's a magazine intended for the tweenage audience Young Generation. Granted YG is still going strong somewhat, but my YG is all about stories portrayed in picture panels. Not only the old time fave comic strips like Vinny the Little Vampire, but also random stories. Not so recently, I discovered YG has already been wave surfing in Korea, this is a far cry from reading in my YG another of Jack London's works, The Call of the Wild.

The interesting part about White Fang and The Call of the Wild is the fact that one plot is the antithesis of another. White Fang relates unto the reader a wolf becoming a loyal hound whereas The Call of the Wild tells us the story of a domesticated dog finally becoming a wolf. I'm pretty sure Ser Martin must have read those two famous novels because in Arya, I'm seeing both White Fang and Buck.

Factors behind Arya=Buck

'Tis a no-brainer, ain't that so? According to Haggon Says, cats are known to cruel and vain. You can subjugate it, but can never tame it. Thankfully, Haggon Says is referring to actual cats, not cat owners. Shitty jokes aside, Arya's current identity spiral can be compared with Buck. As the main protagonist in The Call of the Wild, Buck was used to living a comfortable dog's life as a St Bernard-Scotch Collie breed. Sadly, he received a rude awakening upon getting abducted and sold, the latter word continuing for numerous rounds. Arya's plight is also nowhere different as in she was also a sheltered little girl initially. Buck needed to fight, maim, and kill constantly to preserve not only his life, but also his dignity. Ditto for Arya as well. This might be why valar morghulis was the first High Valyrian word she learnt. If there's any High Valyrian epithet truly worthy of Buck, valar morghulis will be it.

Factors behind Arya=White Fang

If Buck is a reflection on Arya's current crisis, then White Fang is the symbol of hope. I'm not gonna make any bones about this, people. The Call of the Wild IS a tragic story. Despite yearning for a home, Buck was brutally betrayed by his various masters. Upon having the only master whom he can live and die alongside with, poor Buck ended up cruelly betrayed by reality. With nowhere to return, Buck had to make a final choice. He can keep on dreaming till the cows come home or he can make the wilds his home. Unable to compromise with harshest fate means Buck chose the latter path, hence the real meaning behind this famous novel by Jack London.

What about White Fang then? White Fang had always been a wolf. A wolf understanding only the cold hard hierarchy behind the pack order, a beast hardwired to live and die like one. Like his cynical counterpart, he ended up in a different owner's hands for individual reasons. Unlike Buck, however, White Fang managed to break through the barrier of being a pariah unaccepted. After many battles and inner struggles, this once-feral wolf managed to get a girlfriend and a happy ending.

Why am I taking pains to write so many crap is because I tend to deviate from the actual topic on a 50-50 call. Now back to Arya. Will she discover her past and identity? The Call of the Wild is all about losing identity, White Fang is all about discovering one. When Arya was accepted under the Faceless Men''s wing, she did something perhaps not even the Many-Faced God could have expected: hiding Needle away at somewhere safe. This is an indication that Arya is still more of a White Fang than Buck.

Note-above portion comes to mind a vital quote by Arya. Have fun doing theories and finding answers, peeps. ;)

Poking yourself with your own Needle

Needle is the name of her sword due to its narrow blade possibly slimmer than a rapier. At the same time, a needle is also associated with embroidery, i.e. every lady's favorite hobby. In short, Needle could also be said as a mark of Arya's rebellion against every sheeple. [5] At the same time, we also need to have a reality check if we're to say Arya's one hell of a fucked up girl:

"It's just a stupid sword," she said, aloud this time...
... but it wasn't.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile.
~A Song of Ice and Fire; A Feast for Crows

Flashpoint: Is Syrio Forel dead?

My personal view is a big fat NO. The biggest trolljob Ser Martin can ever conceive is this: if it ain't proven dead, please don't say so. Initially, I was dumb enough to assume Jeyne Westerling dead. That was until Ser Blackfish taught me where to look. For Syrio Forel, this is truly a man of mysteries. [6]

First and foremost, let us consider the circumstances where he became the First Sword of Braavos.

1. Incumbent died of old age, the Sealord of Braavos sent for Syrio.

2. Syrio was asked about the cat [7] seated on the Sealord's lap.

3. Syrio answered truthfully that he had seen countless cats like that all over the alleys of Braavos.

4. Syrio Forel became the next First Sword of Braavos. Not due to his ability, but because of his wisdom.

Key point lies in numero tres, that to Syrio Forel, a cat is a cat. Try viewing this in the death parallel and we will see a haunting exactness hidden behind the verbal shadows. If I'm to equate a cat to a human life, what does this mean where Syrio Forel's answer was concerned?

Guys, we might have been trolled for many a year. Syrio Forel is only assumed dead in name, he's most likely alive and assassinating in reality. If this final statement ain't clear enough, it means you know less than nothing. At least Jon Snow knows only nothing.

[1]: If you're to ask a Faceless Man the correct question without getting yourself killed, this will be their answer behind "thou shalt not judge".

[2]: Something regaled via J.R.R Tolkien

[3]: Weirdly enough, it's been widely accepted that boys are better in maths and science while girls excel in arts and humanities. Given that I'm a straight guy and that any given business course in S'pore will guarantee any guy a pretty gf, above logic must be taken with a grain of salt.

[4]: There must be a Stark in Winterfell, his name has to be Rickon.

[5]: In SMRT Ltd (Feedback) own words-bodoh peh kambing.
[6]: No intention of copyright infringement.
[7]: Actual details proved to be some kind of unwitting prophecy pertaining to Arya's arrival to Braavos years later. Period.

Valar morghulis

Yes, I know this is me being a jerk due to Sunday being the official day of rest+recreation. Unfortunately, since I do not have a life while being somewhat convinced that it would take many years to have a local S'porean taking the world by storm, I'm left with no choice whatsoever. At least when people said iTunes=more cost efficient, they're not really lying. On a side note, I'm not interested to know whether I can earn 340K per gig because I'm merely a local Chinese. And no, I'm not out to be some attention whore, rest assured. Am I spontaneous local bastard? Yes. Am I a trolling god? There's only one SMRT Ltd (Feedback). Period.

Above correct statement=greatest proof that I will die before 40 w/o $$$ and gf.

With the anti-trolling artillery deployment finally done...

WARNING!!!!

Due the nature of any/every post under A Song of Ice and Fire tag, I won't hesitate to use vulgarities sans censorship. I've tried that for every ASoIaF post thus far, Huor Stark* keeps marching on.

*Don't bother Googling for Huor Stark. That's my own shit b/c this ITE grad only enjoy analyzing and solving pointless lulz.

An intro to a girl whom every pedo fears

Yes, I know this is a shit joke based on some Arya meme done to the death. However, it must be noted that Arya is truly a little girl capable of killing anyone. Dany once stated her confidence that she wouldn't die halfway, but that's because the Mother of Dragons had never understood the brutality behind death. Indeed when Jaqen H'ghar taught young Arya the title of this post, he failed to explain to her what it really means. [1]

As it turned out, Valar morghulis means "all men must die" in High Valyrian. Something which would end up being Arya's character focus and her source of many an anguish. Please note that High Valyrian doesn't subscribe to gender segregation within this context.

So what is Arya like as a girl?

1. "Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. The ‘Wolf Blood', my father used to call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave."

~Ned Stark

2. "Arya had always been harder to tame."

~Catelyn Stark (Tully)

3. "And Arya, well...Ned's visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. Arya was a trial, it must be said. Half a boy, half a wolf pup. Forbid her anything and it became her heart's desire. She had Ned's long face, and brown hair that always looked as though a bird had been nesting in it. I despaired of ever making a lady of her. She collected scabs as other girls collected dolls, and would say anything that came into her head."

~Catelyn Stark (Tully)

4. "A boy has more courage than sense."

~Jaqen H'ghar (on "Arry")

A survivor on every count

In spite of whatever idiocy costing him a head and so much more, Ned was actually right on his youngest daughter. It's been described that Arya looked much more like a Stark than a Tully [2], for all we know this might be Ser Martin's way of telling us how the Starks were like before Aegon I crashed Westeros. [3] This is best exemplified in the latter volumes where she ended up in Braavos. However, it must be added that said talent (and I really mean it as one) had its origin from Braavos.

How to be a lady holding a Needle

Syrio Forel, former First Sword of Braavos. What makes him so special? Firstly, Ned had accepted a long time ago that Arya wasn't meant to be some prissy noblewoman waiting to be married off. This was Sansa's dream, but a prince Arya has never desired. Therefore, Stark Sr needed to make a choice. Should he try binding Arya against her will or allow her to run free? Remember what got Lyanna killed, understand as well how much of a Lady Stark is Arya. In short, Ned never wanted his youngest daughter to live under any royal/nobility's yoke. In fact, Lyanna once stated that even if she was to marry Robert Baratheon rather than her beloved Dragon Prince, certain things would remain unchanged. [4] To sum this logic in a nutshell, Ned didn't see any need to curtail Arya's freedom despite whatever misgivings from an overprotective Cat. [5] At least in Syrio's famous last words, "not today".

Thereafter, let us dissect (no pun intended, folks) the nature of Syrio's martial ethos.

1. All men are made of water, this is the fundamental of fundamentals. I believe when Syrio talked about water, it's not necessarily referring to blood. Rather, he's referring to the symbolic meaning. Blood quintessentially means life, this was especially significant during the Old Testament era [6] where it was said that no one is allowed to eat any meat with blood in it. Why? Because blood basically means life. Just don't ask me anything on biblical theology please.

You see, when you take a person's life away (literally that is), he/she dies. The art of Water Dancing is all about killing the opponent outright. No matter how strong you are, no man can ever be God.

Water leaks out from your head, you die.

Water leaks out from your heart, you surely die.

Water leaks out from your throat, you confirm die.

While 'tis true to say Braavos was at least partially inspired by the Iberian culture, it is to my opinion that Water Dancing is something inspired chiefly by Deutsche Schule, otherwise known as the German school of fencing. Of course Ser Martin did mod many things, but the basics still stay untouched, i.e. one stroke to kill.

2. This is not the Westeros' dance; this is the Braavos dance. Syrio summed it up the best when he described derisively the nature of Westerosi swordsmanship. Hacking and cutting with nary a fluid grace and cunning guile. Herein, allow me to have the temerity in making this parallel:

Middlesbrough vs Man Utd, Aitor Karanka vs David Moyes. Whether such what-if happening in Old Trafford or at the Riverside doesn't matter. Likewise, it doesn't matter what manner of a winning 11 would start the match. If Middlesbrough possessed inferior players, it only means Utd had only one third victory stashed inside. If Karanka managed to outwit Moyes, one third victory will still be offset by a two third advantage.

I know I suck at mathematics since primary school, but I know what I'm talking about. In short, the Braavos dance is NOT only about fighting pretty, but above all boasting a wide array of technique tantamount to actual pragmatism. Key to victory or defeat lies in understanding the situation before the opponent.
If you can win, go ahead.
If you cannot win, why fight?
If there's no point in winning, one must then make the correct call.

3. The target is small, have you ever heard of this famous idiom? The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Figuratively, it means using the law of psychology. Literally wise, we would need to explore the law of physics. This is why neutrals tend to laud world class players like Messi, CR7, Ribéry, and Zizou as... well, world class players.

The only Q&A that matters in life

Memes are meant to be funny, but not where Nymeria is concerned.

This would be Syrio's last moment before Ser Martin officially declared him MIA. If there's any trait this amigo of House Stark sorely lacks, it would be going AWOL. Many observers said Ned's imminent execution was the turning point, but I'd rather call that particular episode the first major catalyst. Syrio's final advice was the real first cause behind Arya's warped development.

When we say "Not today" before the Grim Reaper himself, it merely means we live to fight another day. We can try cheating death on literal terms, but not forever. You can be saved from cancer, but it doesn't mean you won't die from cardiac arrest. You can detect heart murmurs via ECG, but it doesn't mean that pretty radiologist won't discover any anomaly via MRI.

What I'm trying to say is this: every minute lived is a minute gone, every second thereafter means nothing till the fat lady sings. In life, we would have many regrets and ultimately a common death. This is exactly why every decision made shouldn't be taken lightly. Life is all about decision making, the time had came for Arya to decide her fate.

The most precious lesson Syrio Forel left behind was not about fighting, but rather fighting in order to stay alive. This was why he said thus to little Arya:
"My words lied. My eyes and my arm shouted out the truth, but you were not seeing."

~To be cont'd due to current self disciplinary measures enforced N ages ago...

[1]: No less deliberately due to his identity both outed and unknown. Ser Martin really enjoys doing irony.

[2]: In the greatest show of genetic paradox, a certain Bastard of Winterfell also possesses this interesting trait.

[3]: Statement was meant to be unnecessary, please no internet theories. At least don't quote me on anything unsubstantial.
[4]: http://unanswered-bloke-works.blogspot.com/2012/11/q-on-that-most-tragic-romance-of-decade.html
[5]: Something which we have to credit her for if we're talking about being humane and not someone like this.
[6]: Actually come to think of it, I believe the same goes for Islam due to how contemporary intellectuals define monotheism, i.e. the three Abrahamic faiths. Jennifer Walters melayu was right in saying I'm actually quite knowledgeable.

Of Gods and Men (Part 5)/Vessels Intro (Celtic)

Change of plans, it seems. Of Gods and Men has now changed its genre. I blame Marvel Avengers Alliance and the fact that I've scored myself a Dr Doom lockbox lottery. More to follow after I finish doing the Vessels.
Disclaimer!
I don't profess to be a professional fanfic writer nor am I a fan of any individual. If I don't put this disclaimer, many people will end up shrieking 씨발놈아!

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Vessel of Éire
Lee Se-young
(South Korea)

"So how's your birthday?"

I ignore Jung-rim's question as I brush my arm past her. Immediately, I feel a painful tug on my hair. Turning around to face the most popular girl in school, I try staring her down. Receiving only mocking laughter, I realize that no matter how hard I try, Lee Se-young will always be Lee Se-young. Managing to shut myself away from the surrounding inferno, the chatter of gossipers failed to breach my inner fort.

"Remember this, Se-young. You're beautiful no matter what people say, jealousy is the only reason why we tend to hurt those having nothing to do with us."

This was the final words left behind by my Seonsaeng-nim before he departed for Italy. Why nobody understood the platonic friendship between us, I do not know.

"Huh, platonic friendship? Are you sure it's not platonic love?"

And neither do I care.

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"Wait, you're giving me what?"

Staring at this insolent brat has always been a chore, all I did is to give him my favorite book. Some things will never change, let alone some people.

"Divina Commedia by Dante Alighieri."

"Fuck you, old man," his tone anything but friendly, I choose to let him blabber on.

"I understand Italian because Gaius Julius Caesar was one."

"He's Roman, Sét," smiling to myself, at least I've pulled one over this self-assured boy twice overgrown.

"Roman or Italian, makes no difference," shrugged my charge. Then comes the damning question.

"Why are you giving me this funny novel?"

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After that dream moments ago, I realize insomnia has decided again to haunt me like a lingering specter. Indeed I shouldn't have watched that idiotic horror movie. Kim Tae-jung, I hate you like a cockroach dwelling in a dank cellar.

But that dream was nothing like what I've seen in that show. His fierce rugged looks nevertheless beautiful, this was indeed an entity blessed with immortal grandeur.

"Oh, you're finally awake."

Like an icy river washing over me, I jolted up in shock. Staring incredulously at him, I could only marvel at his boyish good looks. How old is he, I really desired to know. In my life, there are two books capturing my imagination. One was Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind, the other Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy.

"Hey, do you have anything to drink?"

Huh? Am I hearing things?

"Something to drink," his exasperated look not gone unnoticed, I suddenly reacted to his drinking gesture.

"I'M NO BAR HOSTESS YOU IDIOT!!!!!"

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"You did what?"

Apparently, only an idiot wouldn't wish to smash in that smug look on Fergus mac Róich. Sadly, only a cretin would try doing that and die trying so. Countless ages ago, the son of Riangabar failed miserably. Now I still have to greet this cocky son of a bitch.

"Divina Commedia by Dante Alighieri, my personal favorite."

We both know only too well that Cú dislikes Romans, you sex maniac. So what else is new, Láeg?

"That boy needs a sheath," sighed that giant of a ginger, "Ríastrad is both a boon and curse. Call it a geis since birth if you want to, but that thing is ten times more of a danger than Gáe Bolg itself."

"It's not his fault!" snapping at the only warrior capable of beating my best comrade is definitely the dumbest act ever, but not for this Prince of Charioteers.

"I second that, Láeg. Blame Scáthach for being a slut. Poor Emer, but at least Conchobar never got emasculated. The Hound of Culann should have done humanity a service."

I gaped in shock towards Fergus' nonchalance, every Ulsterman knew the bad blood between him and his scoundrel king nonetheless. Yet, what does it have to do with Cú's mentor is something beyond me.

"Emer is starting to stir," said Fergus abruptly, his darkest visage at last telling me why he mentioned that enemy most hated, "Someone better inform Cú Chulainn of that dangerous pervert. If Emer gets fucked, this entire peninsula will be baptized through torque and in blood."

Torque... Morrígan, you're one hell of a bitch to give me a bike shop. I'm gonna disembowel the next person mentioning the word irony.

"Well, thanks for your Earl Grey, Láeg," winked Fergus, the nature of his grin telling me he's going to say something smart, "Unfortunately, I hate Earl Grey."

Fergus mac Róich, you bloody son of a bitch. At least he didn't mention the best way to halt hi...

"Oh, I suddenly remember how to stop that rabid mutt once he enters berserk mode again. Remember the sight of beautiful tits? I don't see any differences between the local fillies here and our best Ulster maidens."

Shit, I should have tried earning fame as a seer instead.

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"You did what?"

So is this supposed to be that "beauty" my old man mentioned? And to think Lugh actually has good taste in women.

"They called you a tramp."

If looks can kill, Medb would have ruled over the Ulaid. Thankfully, my little Korean princess is nothing like that queen battleaxe.

"I don't need you to settle things for me. One last chance. Either you pack up the next day or I'll call the cops tomorrow."

I heard this peninsula kingdom is a boring place, indeed it's true. At least I now know what the culprits look like.

"They never caught anyone beating up some homeless bloke, but at least they roasted a few guilty overgrown lambs. See, I know my fairy tales!" Feeling a wide grin creeping up my face, maybe this journey won't be so boring after all.

"Oh no, what am I gonna do?" whined my maiden fair. Maybe I should offer her a solution.

"Don't worry, your tormentors won't remember a shit apart from a few doors wrecked," shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I'm pretty sure she will explode soon enough. Her visage says it all, seriously.

"That's the female washroom! Do you even understand what's an all girls school?"

"Something for the girls to learn? Don't worry. As an Ulsterman, I understand."

Okay, that's a big fat lie. Cú Chulainn knows nothing. I owe Scáthach a big one for being my informant though. At least her crows managed to place a geis on them. If those girls want have nice lovers, they better make sure nothing really happened.

"......"

Silence is indeed golden. Then again, she looked more beautiful this way.

"One last chance, you horny mutt. Either me or that fairy queen."

Wait a minute, why am I thinking about her?

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%BA_Chulainn

Kork M. Hancock, Rogue Economist: Regional crisis and global economy (Part 3)

Notice

We at the IRE are alarmed to know 2014 has greeted the world. Three days ago, Head of Astronomy Faculty actually predicted 2014 will be the end of the world. As a result, I have to drag this stupid columnist out of his bed due to watching too much Elven anime porn. If this notice presents any inconvenience to the readers, we at the IRE sincerely apologize.

~ Sincerely yours, Institute of Rogue Economists
Signed by High Dean, Highest Prof Simisai

Personal statement

I do NOT profess to watch any Elven porn for the past N weeks. Everything stated by my boss is due to 2014 not being end of the world. Period. It's not my problem if an intellectual chose to believe in some deceased intellectual.

Regional crisis and a resurgent nation

The Kimchigook Civil War is arguably the most famous civil conflict known to man. Better known as the Kimchi War, it was rumored that a certain brand of national product was the mother of all conflicts. Regardless of the actual reason, it is without a doubt that war had landed North Kimchigook in a perennial state of poverty while South Kimchigook ended up with a massive national debt due to some inexplicable economy model. In fact, it took South Kimchigook more than a decade to fully clear its debt. For that, it must thank an ex-unknown local lass now turned celebrity. Unfortunately, this also proved to be North Kimchigook's undoing due to the previous Dearest Leader Captain's refusal to make his most attractive talents more attractive. In order to give every reader the actual story, the IRE managed to liaise itself with ex-local now turned global news media brand, New Nation Times*.

*Statement of intent from the relevant authority:

Due to incessant signs of cyber-stalking amounting to harmless snooping, it is to our concern whether Kork. M Hancock should be deemed suitable for this interview. After thirteen to fourteen minutes of deliberation, we decided to entrust this mission to our Head of Social Media Faculty, Miyagi.R Mysterio.

~ Sincerely yours, Institute of Rogue Economists

Signed by High Dean, Highest Prof Simisai

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Miyagi.R Mysterio [abbrev-M.R Mysterio]: Good day to you, Miss Park Shin-ae. It is our greatest pleasure to interview the Sexiest Girl Alive 201* for the Esquina magazine. Firstly, what do you have to say in snagging this much coveted award especially since you're the first of your kind to win this annual award?

Park Shin-ae: Well... honored, I guess? Sorry, but I'm not too good with words. You'll have to forgive me for ten years of being in social exile. School can be a bitch whenever you're living in a democracy tantamount to legal anarchy.

M.R Mysterio: Wow, that sounds intelligent. Please pardon my stupidity, Miss...

Park Shin-ae: Just call me Shin-ae. My classmates and schoolmates liked to call me that despite my lady's instinct telling me it's not a good thing. Guess certain memories will never fade away. How I wish life is truly like the four seasons...

M.R Mysterio: Erm, okay then, Shin-ae. So where were we?

Shin-ae: That Esquina award. But I thought I've said everything that needs to be said, Mr Mysterio.

M.R Mysterio: Err, actually you're right. Sorry, but you're too beautiful despite a few minor imperfections.

Shin-ae: Don't worry. I do not believe in cosmetic upgrading anyway... wait, what is this interview for exactly?

M.R Mysterio: Oh yes, I believe many of your fans would like to know how you managed to clear your country's debt.

Shin-ae: I'm still a daughter of Kinchigook even though it's now technically separated. Does that answer your question?

M.R Mysterio: I mean the details.

Shin-ae: Oh, you mean my humble beginnings... well, I guess it all started with vicious rumors circulating in school. Well, you know the problem with all-girls' schools... who likes who and who sleeps with who... it's just my luck that I somehow managed to become the talk of the school despite having zero experience with the opposite sex. I mean male teachers are allowed to teach in girls' schools, but I swear I never had anything going on with that handsome teacher!

M.R Mysterio: No one accused you of anything, Shin-ae. Calm down because I know how it feels to be misunderstood. Everyone in class and school used to ask whether my mom was illegally made pregnant where in fact I was legally born!

Shin-ae: What did you do then?

M.R Mysterio: Showed them legal documentation, they said it's fake. After treating them to the nearest 619 Popcorn Chicken, they all believed me.

Shin-ae: Wow, that's awesome! My fairy godfather also likes that one!

M.R Mysterio: Fairy godfather?

Shin-ae: He's the one teaching me how to best utilize my hidden talent.

M.R Mysterio: You mean online gaming?

Shin-ae: Yep. Fairy godfather once told me that if you can't beat them in real life, try doing so online first. After that, you must then prove your mettle to every doubter and whistler personally. After three years of self-isolation, I managed to make my name under the moniker ShineiYaro! Actually, I used this moniker because it sounded cool...

M.R Mysterio: Don't worry, we all like cool chicks. Erm I mean cool chicks and other stuff, sorry.

Shin-ae: It's okay. After all, every girl likes cool things as well. Anyway, you do know about my post-tourney makeover, no?

M.R Mysterio: Erm, no. Did I miss anything for the past two years?

Shin-ae: Guess my management agency isn't doing its job then. Never mind.

M.R Mysterio: I heard South Kimchigook managed to earn big bucks due to the marketed cosmetic brand, True Love. So what's your view on this brand since you're its marquee model?

Shin-ae: Firstly, I do not believe I should be accredited for my mother nation's rising fortune. At the most, I only set up a positive example by being myself. That's why I'm allowed to eat my favorite fried chicken once every month so long as I watch my weight.

M.R Mysterio: But it's undeniably true that your presence inspired many success stories for the next three years! Global idols like 4 Generation and Super Senior are thanking you for giving therm the courage to dream!

Shin-ae: Is that so? How come I never realized this? I only remember winning the global Grand Tank Auto tournament which netted me five million green dollars and some golden-man trophy!

M.R Mysterio: And anything else?

Shin-ae: I heard my weapon of choice for GTA became the hottest DLC property in gaming industry.

M.R Mysterio: You mean that Taiga Trunk RPG?

Shin-ae: You forgot to mention the White Plasma ammo upgrade. That's practically why I owned my finalist opponent, Justice Wong. Forget what the rest said about my accomplishments, I prefer to be humble due to my name.

M.R Mysterio: I'm afraid your country and people will beg to differ since South Kimchigook is already a leading player in GTA and many other things like cuisine and entertainment.

Shin-ae: Oh no! I nearly forget!

M.R Mysterio: Forget what?

Shin-ae: Number!

M.R Mysterio: My number? Well, I admit I'm your number one...

Shin-ae: Sorry, Gerrard. I nearly forgot to hand you back the edited manuscript. Okay, good. Thanks. Bye. Sorry, what was that again, Mr Mysterio?

M.R Mysterio: That Gerrard you're talking about... surely it's not...

Shin-ae: Yep, my boyfriend. Have you heard of Gerrard of the River? He's rather media shy, but he can be really artistic when it comes to devising his own pen name.

M.R Mysterio: Erm, yeah. Heard of him. The author whom critics hailed as a prodigy in fantasy novel writing. I'm a die hard fan of White Fang and the Lass series also...

Shin-ae: Cool then! I promise you a signed copy of the latest volume due next month, deal? I'll have to go now. Sorry for the sudden end.

M.R Mysterio: Thanks for your time then... bye...

Shin-ae: Before I forget, can I ask where did you buy that colorful mask? I want to buy one for Gerrard as well.

Lore: The Furthest East (Part 1)

Note to all (and self)-Due to many stuff deemed legit for this blog, I realized that I'm pretty much hard done when it comes to post scheduling. Thankfully, I'm able to differentiate the posts accordingly. Originally wanting to finish the Part 3 of my current Rogue Economist column, but it seems that the engine might have stalled again.

A/N: 4 lurker(?) hits from S.Korea and 1 lurker(?) hit from Japan. If I never up any visual proof, be very sure that's me challenging you all on whether I'm a liar or not. :P

INTRO: The lands of Furthest East is fraught with unknown dangers, yet promising much treasures and wonders. Many are those arriving at its shores unannounced, few are those returning to tell their tales. Most of whatever said is filled with excitement and enthusiasm, but ask about their companions and they will remain hushed. For those allowed to trade however, they could only regale their kinsfolk with many a joy, but nary a tear.

A VAST STRETCHING LAND:

Mostly covered by fertile plains well watered by the three main rivers, the homeland of every Cinha still boasts of numerous high ground and lush forests. Arguably the first explorer ever to set foot, Erasmus Eliaden had this to say:

All over the Furthest East, I can only see diligent farmers and studious scholars. The farmers would always be the soldiers, the scholars being the commanders and generals. Wherever I go, it seems that agriculture is arguably their finest talent. I once greeted a villager upon the highest peak and in return, he regaled this humblest visitor on how his people managed to cultivate hardy crops under the hardy skies.

I can never tell any who cares to listen on how much of this land is made of fertile soil, but surely I have seen forests perched upon mountains high and sparse marshlands sprinkled all over this massive realm. Alas, this is also where only the strong can hope to survive and the wisest enjoying prosperity everlasting. Truly I can feel the Furthest East laughing at our Greater North.

~The Grand History [written by Galus Tibiers]

A LEGACY OF WAR AND FREEDOM:

There are only three deities worshiped by the Cinha, namely He-Who-Must-Be-Given-Praise, She-Who-Is-Wise-And-Beautiful, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Revealed. According to the Cinha's historical text brought back by Erasmus (later honored posthumously as Hand of the Empire), then Senator of Intellectuals, Dranthe Aliege had this to say:

It seems to the entire Intellectuals Ministry that the Cinha enjoy extolling their brand of freedom to all passers-by who may not even care to listen. From what we gleaned thus far within an hour and half, it is to my unwilling respect that these unknown people are much more civilised than say, our brothers towards the west and cousins further up north.

What is truly disturbing, however, was the fact that they credited their freedom to whichever gods worshiped. Three in fact and therein I give every Kalaran wise and discerning their names and shocking exploits:

Tsurugi no Gou'Ryeo is their bloodthirsty god who would stop at nothing to exact vengeance and victory. While he is credited with repelling the denizens known as Oni, it is to my understanding that the Oni were no less humane than us. Riding without armour is not only folly, but also a sign of arrogance. As for his weapon, Lord Erasmus actually stated that the yedo is a single edged sword mainly used in cavalry and skirmish warfare.

Mirai no Silla is without a doubt a goddess of lewdness, her flagrant nudity depicted is an affront to every decent man and woman. Using wits and guile is nevertheless acceptable, yet dare I ask what manner of people would associate a positive trait with a harlot's breasts? From Lord Eliaden's description, I must say that their women are full in bosom, narrow in waist, and shapely in hips. Definitely unworthy of decent marriage and worthy of seductive schemes.

Lastly but not least, we have their disfigured boy god. Rounin no Baekje is an orphan taking after his parents. Without any love from the aforementioned two, it could only mean one thing. This boy god is nothing more than a depiction of these heathen people's heart, mayhap even children young as seven are forced into knowing slavery.

Hence I beseech Your Holiness to declare a state of second level alert, for who knows when we must fight this insidious race? Better for them to come rather than for us to go!

~The Grand History [written by Galus Tibiers]

Interestingly, the First Patriarch of House Eliaden chose not to remain silent before Senator Dranthe. This was what the historian Galus Tibiers had written thus:

In a sudden anger akin to the most violent storm, the Emperor's beloved Hand stood up to attack the Senator of Intellectuals and all those agreeing with him. Never before did the Romus ever witness such heated argument, for in the same way Dranthe Aliege launched his scathing scorn did Erasmus Eliaden do the same. His hand at last forced, His Holiness Franstatis ordered a halt. Indeed if not for His Holiness, surely the First Patriarch of House Eliaden would have cut down half the Senate with more than mere words alone.

~The Grand History [written by Galus Tibiers]

To be cont'd...

Kork M. Hancock, Rogue Economist: Regional crisis and global economy (Part 2)

Notice

We at the IRE are happy to congratulate the finest local talent our country has ever seen. Due to fame attracting paparazzi like flies to shit, we are obliged to make an example out of this stupid columnist here. There is nothing wrong with Mr. Beh winning many nominations at the Golden Pony Award, but it should be our concern that no one, and I really mean NO ONE, deserves to say he/she is better than Mr Beh. In short, we're worried about this lobo moron's mental welfare, therefore we demanded him to add this in. If you do movie, you do your very best. If you do satire, you do your very worst. Period.

~ Sincerely yours, Institute of Rogue Economists
Signed by High Dean, Highest Prof Simisai

Part 2: Preface and Disclaimer

I firmly believe my boss is being over paranoid here, but I also believe every man has his part to play. Not to mention every woman as well since men don't carry babies. Regardless of whatever plans my colleagues have in store, it should be of highest paramount that I continue doing this. Below statement is IRE's stance on privacy:

Due to the most recent Watchergate scandal purportedly started by an unnamed descendant of some deposed president, I am not allowed to reveal any names which might expose any country or major city. However, IRE has been given the green light to reveal names deemed relevant to topic at hand.

How regional crisis can further global economy via celebrated means

Holywood, the promised land of every aspiring star. Some made it big, some made it bigger. After all, there will always be stars higher than the many more below.

~Leonardo Dicapricorn

Holywood the promised land of fame and wealth, who doesn't want it? Whenever we think back on Leonardo Dicapricorn's words, I believe we all will agree with him. The only blind spot? There's a difference between hindsight and first person.

"The biggest problem with human beings is the problem of oxymoron. Whenever someone said to me 'See, I told ya!', I asked him whether he or she was around. The answer would always be no. When I asked the person next whether he or she was the one committing the act, everybody would end up cursing my father and mother instead of a living man."

Above statement was quoted by moral evolutionist, John Cavalier (1800-1899). Unto his words, renowned king of bloggers, Pervez Hilton, has this to say:

"I've always enjoyed reading Mr Cavalier's works and nothing is truer than his view on actual oxymoron. Let's ask, for example, whether it's acceptable for a girl to exhibit disturbing actions in front of public. I'm pretty sure the answer is yes. However, research has also shown that many unspeakable things are actually done in the name of privacy, hence rendering such practices acceptable unless exposed. In fact, I've heard some interesting rumors on Leonardo Dicapricorn's life when it comes to whether his current girlfriend is that hot Jewish bikini model. Not that I care about that lucky bastard anyway..."
-from his blog: I Know What You Did Last Winter; dated 24th December 201*

So what does Pervez Hilton and John Cavalier have in common? Nobody knows, but this is beside the actual topic at hand.

What truly happened last Christmas

Nobody had foreseen this happening even though the focus of global attention was (and still is) anything but sugar and nice. Ever since the Honey Daytona series reached its last season six years ago, Miley Citrus has been making the headlines for all the controversial reasons. Why I use the c-word here is due to an innate understanding on basic PR fundamentals within the entertainment circle. But enough about clarifications, let's summarize what exactly went on during the X'mas Music Awards (abbrev: XMA).

Above image is NOT a literal portrayal of the actual situation, this I must make it clear. Figuratively, however, this is what caused a Citrus tsunami. In her latest interview less than 24 hours ago, Miley Citrus has this to say:

"C'mon, you prudes. Where were you all during the previous XMA? Remember Aram Lambast? Yes, all you people were demanding his removal after you saw what he did last winter. Now that I've managed to give Lambast some one-upmanship, where are all you anti-Lambs? I'm not blind, I know where you are. And I will find you, I will **** you."

Prior to this interview posted in YoloTube, her relationship with the public has always been a controversy by itself. After said video was upped, the spokeswoman for YoloTube has this to say:

It is to our regret that Miley Citrus' interview clip had successfully crashed our global servers. Despite the possibility of moral hackers still at large, we at Yolotube have decided to upgrade every country's servers in order to cater whatever future demands available.

Indeed not only did Miley Citrus' antics managed to captivate the global audience, even Aram Lambast was no less utterly impressed.

"Back during my outrageous gig, I thought nothing about how people perceived me. Now that I've seen Miley Citrus performing to the max, I realized some individuals are born to be queens and even fewer meant to be goddesses. I feel sad for Robbo Dick though since he's already married."

Momentum effect amounting to global money making

Just three days ago, I chatted with a colleague who happened to be the Head of Internship Faculty. As he sipped his local black coffee without sugar in the cafeteria, Peh Lloyd has this to comment:

"Eh, Kork. You know one thing about money making? Very easy one, I tell you. Want get payload, make sure you make people angry first. Once they all start raging over what kind of bugger you are, you will see many more people supporting you. Then you devise your own product, hard sell your brand, and voila! Double confirm sure dio paydirt one!"

This is indeed the case with Miley Citrus. In fact, insiders claimed that Aram Lambast's daring stunts was the reason why she was inspired to do the same. Aram's album sales managed to hit a record high, beating the likes of more popular singers like Sealed, Taylor Rift, and hip hop quartet, Chinese Lime. In fact, Aram Lambast still remains the indisputable King of Rock in spite of recent upstarts like Once Directed and Justin Bebe. Only the evergreen rock band, Beaver and Butt, managed to pose a close challenge to Aram's current throne.

Interestingly, what raked in big bucks for Miley Citrus if Aram Lambast's success means an everlasting status in the music scene? Many were fascinated by the gigantic finger she used in her performance, something previously little known becomes a global brand. According to renowned South Korean psychologist, Eric Jang Geun Soh, this is what psychology science termed as "poking the box".

"Originated from the term 'thinking out of the box', this marketing strategy implements the usage of reverse psychology. Many a family enjoys using reverse psychology to educate the child. Say for example you tell your son not to read books. What would your son do? Theoretically, he would have shy away from books. In reality, he would be ten times more studious than his peers. Every adult has to go through a certain phase, people call it self-discovery. Psychologists prefer to call this experimenting. So long as nothing bad happens, every experiment is legal."

In a global research conducted by global surveying firm, Chris Kimpossible, it was revealed that:

1. Three out of every ten fingers sold are used for everyday sporting events amounting to plain cheering from the stands.

2. Five out of every ten fingers sold are used for biological education.

3. Nine out of every ten fingers sold are used for recording various genre of self-made videos.

4. Sales of the gigantic fingers, later trademarked as Citrus Fingers, contributed to 40% of global money earned.

5. Originally something which existed beforehand, Citrus Fingers actually managed to monopolize 90% of the sales with Miley Citrus' record label, Wrecked Balls, raking in 10% commission.

To be cont'd...