This week was pretty busy for me. After much contemplation, I decided to join The Freedom Fighters Agency (FFA). Ricky’s death made me realize I must do something to make this world a better place. Also must figure out how he pass away, because its been bothering me for weeks now. Hopefully the FFA can help me out with that problem. The agency apparently is pretty small. I only met a few individuals, but there are probably more than I realize.
First things first, I had to compose a resume and sent it to them. I was told by a letter that they accepted me and was very impressed by my skills. I’ve been told I will start sometime next week.
Before was able to do any missions, I was told to come blindfolded to a warehouse. It was sketchy at first, but I think they were still testing me. There I made a oath/a quick thank you before an audience that I couldn’t recognize. I guess they wanted me to know where my true feeling reside.
Once I left the warehouse, I went back to my quarters and started to reflect on my experiences. I first created a rcollage to tell a story of my journey so far.
Realizing I just made a huge decision, I realize I must make a will for my data representation of myself. The whole point was to show the world the side of me that chose to fight for justice. To rectify my mistakes so I can make my agency and family proud.
My Comments to other bloggers:
1. Epic Noir Cat picture.
2. More creepy noir cats.
3. Dream Vacations.
4. Nice Hotrod.
5. Interesting noir pics.
6. Mobster’s Resume.
7. Under the Sea.
8. Minoin playing pool.
9. Floating Umbrella.
10. Being thankful for random things.
My Daily Creates.
Its been an very eventful week and looking forward to next week. Hopefully my new Agency can do some good in the world. And find some answers to Ricky’s death…
Created a daily create poem of two strangers. One male stranger tries to talk to another female stranger, but life got in the way. The poem is called “Waiting For The Bus”.
Cold and Wet.
Looking at his watch. Then stares at her.
She looks back, smiles at him.
He about to walk over to talk, until her boyfriend came.
Both got on the bus, as he watch them leave.
This is an umbrella. A very huge umbrella. This umbrella reminds me of time I tried talking to the girl. But things didn’t work out. I love my umbrella, but hate the memory of that day.
Character Resume (3 Stars)
If you ever was curious about my Resume that got me into the Freedom Fighters Agency…here you go. As you can see its a word document of the experiences I endured in Nevada. It seems the organization was not really interested in my school background. But they were intrigued by my skills as a hacker, “espionage skills” and martial arts background. I wanted to get across that I was a jack of all trades and they would be fools to not hire me. And of course they did accept me.
Storify It (2 Stars)
Below is a collage of a my journey and what encouraged me to join the Freedom Fighters Agency
Data of The Dead(3 Stars)
“If my untimely demise comes, which may come sooner than later since I live a crazy life style, I want to first have the Agency collect all the money I have confiscated from the mafia and give it to my family in Pasadena, California. Also, they cannot have knowledge most of my activities, So I request the agency to post all of the positive things I have done for the agency. I want my family to remember me as a crusader for the greater cause. I also want a picture of me standing on bolder, holding the American flag, with wind blowing behind while I star at the night sky. I know this didn’t happen, but that’s Photoshop is for. I want this to be the last image of people have of me.
Make it so!”
After my initiation, I decided to write a will on what should happen to my data if I ever pass away. I pretty much wanted my family and world to remember me as a hero. My goal is to inspire other to do the right thing and fight for justice.
10 Seconds of thanks
“I am thankful for the Freedom Fighter Agency for allowing for me get justice for my fallen friend Ricky.”
This task was my initiation to the Freedom Fighters Agency. We were required to recite at a 10 Second thank you at the top of my head. The first thing that came to my mind was Ricky. Hes sudden death was such a game changer. For the longest time, it was wallying in self pity. Now I am angry. I wanted to make and important statement. So this is my vow to do things right. For Ricky. For Justice.