I moved.

That was fast.
It hasn't even been a week since this page came up.
But I already moved.
Ha ha ha.

Anyway, due to advice and stuffs, I decided to move.
I will keep this place up for now.
With a link, of course.

Here's the new address: 
https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0B19KLM1UX9S1Nkk4WWRON05GQkU&usp=drive_web
As you can see that's a Google Drive folder.
I was advised that it's easier to organize stuffs over there than blogspot so I moved.

Thank you.

I'm slowly running out of jokes for titles.

I wonder what should I do about post titles from now on.
Anybody has a suggestion?

Hm... it's tricky.
But anyway, here's a new part.

Three – Infant

Sometime passed and I started having dreams.

It's not uncommon to have dreams while sleeping.

But in my dreams, something happened.

When I dream, I would find myself in an empty space, a black empty space.

And I gained a body, one of a grown man; which I could move.

It was weird how I could see it in the darkness.

I can't see my own face of course.

At first there was only me.

Being there in the black space, waiting for myself to wake up.

But one day, I found him.

The infant.

No, I didn't find him.

He appeared there at the same time as me.

How he got there, I don't know.

It was a dream so I didn't think too much about it.

He was a weird little thing.

Even though I could see my body clearly, his was all blurry.

But after a few time, he became clear.

And so was his identity.

Every time I approached him in the dream, he would burst out crying.

And I would wake up, crying.

It doesn't need a genius to understand something this easy.

No, not really.

The infant is, in all seriousness, the owner of this body.

The longer I've 'lived', the more often he appears.

It could probably be attributed to his growing consciousness.

But then... a new question became relevant.

Who am I?

How did I ended up in this boy's body?

Or am I inside his soul?

What... am I?

Batch dumps incoming! ... or not.

Ah, just for clarity sake, to make it easy for me to edit the parts later on, I will be posting the parts in different posts.
Hm? Of course I will be editing them.
There's no way I would not, considering that I might make contradictions in later parts.
Well then, here's the next part.

Two – Reborn

I woke up again to another day.

And reconfirmed that I am indeed a baby.

After a few days of thinking, I've come to a conclusion that I've been reborn.

Reincarnation is a theory I knew.

It's a theory about traveling souls and something called information body.

I don't know why I knew this.

But the reincarnation theory I knew spoke of the possession of both memories and knowledge from past lives.

I only have knowledge.

What happened to my memories then?

Was I really reborn just like how I thought?

Or was it something else?

This... I don't know.

All of these, I thought about in a duration of many days.

It seems like due to the fact that my physical brain is still that of an infant, I can't work it too much.

Being a baby is... a pain.

I can't tend to myself being another inconvenience.

I need to be fed.

I need to be cleaned off my own wastes.

This is done by the maid.

I don't know why but I felt ashamed for this.

A room was given to me.

Of course I am watched over most of the time except when I'm asleep.

But still... there's not much furniture in the room.

And all of them seems so... primitive.

Even though I was put in another room, my parents didn't neglect me.

Father would come in every so often in fact.

But then he would make weird faces.

I still find his hair out of place.

Mother, though still tired after childbirth, would come over if she's able.

Unlike father, she only looked at me with gentle eyes.

When that happen, I feel... blessed.

I didn't do anything yesterday or the day before that.

What? Don't look at me like that.
I never said I would be doing this daily or even on a schedule.

With that said though, maybe I should commit myself to a certain degree?
Nah, that's a pain.
I prefer doing things whenever I feel like it.
It yield better results too.
So yeah, don't expect too much.

Then, since I'm feeling good, I think I'll be posting a few parts today.
Here's one for now.

One – Birth

I was born.

I knew that the instant I arrived in this world.

Why do I have this knowledge informing myself about my birth?

I don't know.

Just... I was born.

The woman holding me in her arms would be my mother.

The man crying with an ugly face should be my father.

There was a woman standing in the back.

There was also a man who looked vastly different than the other three.

I knew these facts.

I just... knew.

I knew about various things.

Like the window, or the bed.

Like how the other woman is the maid.

And the man is a guard of sort.

He felt out of place.

I knew about colors.

My mother has gentle red hair.

My father has dark blue hair.

Weird.

The maid has long black hair and wear a pair of glasses.

The guard has no hair and is bald.

But his skin is red.

Weird.

I didn't know language.

They spoke to each other but I didn't understand them.

I should not be able to, given that I was just born.

But I have the feeling that I should know language.

I also feel that I should know how to control my body.

But it seems like I can't.

Then I cried.

My body cried.

I can't control my body.

I'm getting tired; physically and mentally.

But... somehow I felt safe and relaxed.

I knew thinking with a tired mind wouldn't help much.

Therefore I think I will give in to this drowsiness and think again tomorrow.

Today I did something.

Ah well, what to say, since this is the first day this blog comes alive, there obviously won't be anything to read except for an introduction.
But hey, for the wanderers of the great intranet, this obviously won't be fun right?
So here's a teaser for whatever I'm about to write.
It is kind of a joke, yes.
Though, at least it will keep your curiosity here even if a little, no?

Zero – Intro

Now then, where would be a good place to start?

Ah.

That's right.

Let's see now...

In a hole in the ground there lived a hob...

Oh wait... that's licensed.

Then how about...

Mr. and Mrs. Du...

Ya ya ya... that's copyrighted.

I shouldn't do that.

Hm... I know!

In a galaxy far far awa...

Haven't I heard this somewhere before?

This is quite tricky, writing an intro to a story.

Once upon a t...

That wouldn't work would it?

Ha ha ha.

Then... may be... just may be; this might work.

Welcome to my Safe House.

First off, I would like to thanks and welcome you all who visit this page; be it out of curiosity or what not.

Though personally I doubt there would be any at all.

Well, what will happen will happen.

Even if there is no one who would visit this page, it will still serve a purpose of being my idea safe house.

Then, secondly, is a warning.

I am in no way superior or well versed in the art of writing and therefore would like to forewarn you all who came here to not expect much and be tolerant of whatever mistakes I make.

It would be very nice of you to point out what I'm doing wrong though, so don't hold back.

After that, a simple introduction is necessary I guess.

Here I go by the handle name - as I can't exactly call myself a writer just yet, I don't think using the word pen name is appropriate - Jien Sein Kein; which can be abbreviated to just JSK.

Personally though, I prefer being called JK or JienKein; so feel free to call me that.

I've lived one third of my life like a fleeting dream. (Bonus point to those who can figure that out \(>o<)/ .)

I currently resides in the northern country of Norway; but is of Chinese descent.

I speaks 4 total languages and can read 3; sadly common Chinese is not one of them.

My interest lie towards the Japanese popular media culture.

Namely, anime and manga and their associates. (Games, Light Novels, Visual Novels... etc.)

And because of influences from the few novels I've read, I've decided to try writing.

This page serves, as said, as my personal safe house for ideas and to help me get feedback for my stories.

If there are any visitors at all that is.

This is my first time making such a thing like a blog.

So I don't know if I'm doing it right or not.

But I should not be afraid of failures right?

Because failure is the mother of success. 

At the moment, I have nothing more to address; but if the needs arise I will be make a corresponding post.

Without further ado, I will hold you back no longer and let you roam my blog.

Though at most, at the moment of this post, there would be nothing at all.

Ha ha ha.

Well, then, I wish you a good time, and thank you for your visit.