Life In Taborea: The World Of Runes Of Magic
I guess we never really grow old dreaming of faraway places and magical worlds. I’ve been traveling for a while now, dreaming of life in certain places that have a different lifestyle than the one we are used to.
This time, we travel to Taborea. Taborea is the name of the area where the game “Runes of Magic” take place. I would prefer to stay in Ravenfell or Elven Island. Now, to be honest, I have no idea what the game looks like really, but from the looks of the map, both places should be ideal to start at.
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If I lived in Taborea, I would most definitely be a Rogue. I imagine myself to have long hair, awesome body (toned and fit), and wearing skimpy clothing. 
No, I HAVE to be wear skimpy clothing in robes and boots with plates and a bustier of sorts because I have to be quick and stealthy. If I wore a lot of armor, my movements would be restricted and I do need to move fast enough to escape … escape those who I just fooled. I used a character generator to come up with what I would definitely look like while in Taborea:
I call myself “Anja”
I want to have a home or some kind of headquarters up on the treetops. That way, I can spy on people moving about, and perhaps scout my next prey or victims. Oi, I know I would not harm anybody! Besides, Rogues are not that well built so it would make sense if I stayed in a home on top of the trees so I could escape from others as well. Think of it as a defensive-offensive location. 
I prefer to use two ninjaken (ninja sword) because these are light yet still quite effective. And I lurk around corners and alleyways while trying to go through my day. I do have friends who are not Rogues. I have a good friend who is a Mage, and another who is a Priest. Both of them disapprove of my lifestyle but they do lend a hand every now and then especially when I get into serious trouble with some Knights.
Still, a Rogue’s gotta do what a Rogue’s gotta do to survive, so I stick to what I know. Yes, I may be sneaky, but life in Taborea is never easy. There are these monsters, right? And we do need to deal with them.. It’s just that sometimes those who are in a group with me often do not trust me because I have this reputation of being a bit sneaky.
Ah but Taborea is definitely a wonderful place to stay at. So many interesting people to talk to and meet. At the same time, my life is never boring because I do have all these quests to finish. From afar, Taborea looks so small, but the more I think about it, that is just a whole lot of land for a Rogue to travel – and so many people I can cheat meet! LOL
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Thanks for going on my small imagination trip to Taborea. I do adore Rogues. At every chance I get of trying to be a Rogue, I would most definitely take it. LOL
If you were to live in Taborea, what would you be and what do you reckon you would be doing there? Oh do tell! Or you can check this out: READ.
The Secret Blog
I’ve taken to my secret blog to shout all my frustrations in life. I cannot do that here because so many eyes are focused on this one. If you do find that other blog, I hope you will just shush about it. Okay?
This secret blog feels like a void where I could pour out all emotions. See, I am the type who needs to write things out – musings, anger, hatred, jealousy, love, and all other colors in human emotion. I need to. Why so? Because I need an outlet.
Passing thoughts on the Dead Poet’s Society
I just finished watching the movie called “Dead Poet’s Society”. I’ve actually seen this movie before, but I believe I was just in elementary then. Ah, the beauty of HBO, where nice movies are shared to everybody – or was it Cinemax?
Anyway, if you have not seen the movie yet, I recommend that you go and stream it somewhere or maybe find a good source or something. 
It is quite good, really, very good. Besides, it would not be voted as one of the Top 100 Most Inspiring Movies of All Time if it did not strike a few heartstrings here and there. It definitely caused my tears to fall because of sadness, made my stomach hurt out of laughter, and definitely inspired me to do more.
I would like to share with you a conversation I extracted from the movie, which means something to me, and I shall explain later why (I actually just Googled this. ) :
McAllister: You take a big risk by encouraging them to be artists, John. When they realize they’re not Rembrandts, Shakespeares or Mozarts, they’ll hate you for it.
Keating: We’re not talking artists, George, we’re talking freethinkers.
McAllister: Freethinkers at seventeen?
Keating: Funny — I never pegged you as a cynic.
McAllister: Not a cynic, a realist. Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams, and I’ll show you a happy man.
Keating: But only in their dreams can man be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.
McAllister: Tennyson?
Keating: No, Keating.
Extracted from the Dead Poet’s Society.
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If you are wondering why that dialogue caught my attention, it may be because I could say the views reflected above more or less mirror my sentiments against somebody else’s. I have the same views – more or less – as Mr. Keating’s, while the other person has Mr. McAllister’s point of view.
Run it like a runny nose
Well, sorry for the “runny” title, but I cannot help it if sneezes and coughs are all that come to mind right now. Eh. I wish I could say that the sun rose oh so brightly today, but seriously, I dream of nice hot soup – noodles with eggs floating about or nice chikon broth with snips of fresh onion leaves floating about – lying in bed with the covers all the way up to my chin, hugging my pillows and watching Dead Poets Society, Julie and Julia, Sherlock Holmes,Love Happens, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, and all those nice movies I have stocked in my hard drive. Oh I could also re-watch Weeds, too! Wouldn’t that be grand?
Instead, here I am typing away into the world – does anybody even bother reading this blog? To my handful of readers, grazie! What would my blog be without your constant patronage?
Hobbies and limitations
I’ve always liked taking pictures. I think I made that crystal clear in a post way back when.
However, I have come to the realization that owning a dSLR is indeed a luxury, and one that I may not be able to afford. Unless by some great miracle or some good graces of people that may chance upon this blog, I may be able to own one in the future.
Alvin, or “the absentee reader”, has said something quite true in a comment that strayed over to the SPAM folder. He said that owning a dSLR is a start of a rather expensive hobby, because sooner or later you start dreaming or aiming for the better add-ons to the dSLR. This much, I understood from the heart. Yet I had to wonder, if I did not have the body of a dSLR, how can I even afford to get the lenses, the other fancy gizmos that go with photography using a dSLR?
At some point in the past two weeks of this year, I somewhat lost a bit of hope that I could do better in photography because I understand that these “professional photography hobbyists”, if there is such a thing, may not be that inviting to people who wield point and shoot cameras as compared to the flashy dSLRs. Yes, it may be true that they can talk shop about this and that, yet isn’t photography about the passion of taking pictures? I maintain that good photography is in taking pictures and not the bow or arrow.
I could persuade myself to believe in my words, yet see, I am only human. As a human being, I cannot help but feel my heart break whenever these photographers have photo shoots, get togethers, awesome clubs or whatever (yeah, I may have made up some things), whereas I can only admire their work from a distance.
Still, I say to myself, to hell with them. I may not have top notch equipment nor do I have breathtaking shots, but I like my shots. And whether or not people like my shots, I think I am quite content with capturing beauty my way. Now if only I could convince myself that every single time. What can I say? Sometimes I forget how awesome I can be. 
So anyway, my only solution this year iiiiiiiiss.. work more to get that camera!! Oh I know, somebody out there is rolling their eyes and saying, “why do you need a dSLR when your attention span is so short you will not even keep taking pictures!” Au contraire, my friend(s), I do take pictures on a daily basis. I keep my camera in my bag all the time. I am, admittedly, very very very lazy to upload them. I need a photoblog or something. (No, I will not start a photoblog.. I think.)
