Wednesday, July 25, 2007, 11:59 PM
I encountered someone today who asked me something, which I feel like sharing with you guys. And sorry once more for holding up chapter 3. There are a lot more stuff to be edited in my draft.
It was somewhere in the late afternoon, at Bedok Interchange. This young lady approached me with a blue booklet in her hand. She had asked me I could answer a questionnaire that she had, and I agreed to answer it.
The main topic of her questionnaire was "Love", and I was caught by surprise, undoubtedly unsuspecting it. The first question that she had asked me was, "Have you ever fallen in love?"
My reply was simple. "Yes."
Next question came, "Are you currently in a relationship?"
"No," came my answer.
"Okay. Heres a little scenario for you which I have come up with: Imagine you're in love with the girl of your life, but she doesn't know, no one else knows. But then one day, your best friend takes her away from you. Even as much as heartbroken as you may be, you still hang out with them as often as possible. But by doing that, you're constantly burdened by their show of love for each other, and somehow you wished you could have done something better that may put you in the position of the person, your best friend, holding in his arms, the girl of your life." The lady paused to give me a quick breather to collate my thoughts about this together.
I could say that I was utterly shocked by this scenario, which this lady had written down on her booklet and had told me of it. I felt it was awfully similiar to a past event, which I have shoved into the back of my memory.
She then asked me, "What are your thoughts about this?"
"I'll just forget about what had happened, and wish them all the best in their relationship."
I walked away to the MRT station after she had thanked me for my time and sharing my thoughts with her.
From then on, I got kinda of emotional, until now. Why? I don't know. But whatever it is, it will pass in the time to come. Sigh, I have nothing else to say. Just let me soak my pillow with tears just this night. Sorry for having to make this post emo in anyway.
This'll be all for this post.
Monday, July 23, 2007, 11:59 PM
Honestly, some people are too much. They take criticism too much at heart. I won't deny that I took criticism too seriously, and as a result I can't face up to reality.
I mean, so what? So what if someone mocks you, gossips about you, and what not. Oh! You get agitated. You get frustrated. You want to beat up that specific someone who has criticised about you. I mean, GROW UP! WTF!
I was just reading Oli's blog today. And someone in her tag board mentioned that he or she is gonna come and look for her, and that Oli better be prepared because Oli blogged about Celeste. IF YOU PLAN ON BEATING UP A GIRL LIKE OLI, YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN! First of all, you'll have to come through her closest friends and me. You want to play childish behaviour? I'll play childish behaviour with you.
And one note, it wasn't about he or she. The blog post was about Celeste! And some mofo comes in and threatens Oli. COME ON! WHAT THE HELL MAN? Seriously, this ain't your war so just STFU!
And honestly, if you can't even take criticism, I don't know how you are going to survive the working life, where everyone will criticise you just to make you lose your job and what not. Some people are really too much. And Oli don't worry, I've got your back.
Sunday, July 22, 2007, 11:59 PM
So many days have past, and yet Chapter 3 isn't out yet. Just want to apologise for the delay. My laptop's motherboard had some problems, and as a result I couldn't access the drafts of the story inside.
Chapter 3 is under way. So bare with the next few days before I finally publish it out on my blog.
Also, I have been kinda busy this week. I was doing my best to catch up with my Java project where my developed work is stuck on my laptop hard disk, which is inevitably lost because of the motherboard failure. Other than that, been playing a lot of
Initial D 4 with Dom and Ben. Its a super fun game, but otherwise addictive. Haha.
This is all for this post. Until next time.
Thursday, July 12, 2007, 1:37 AM
Here goes chapter 2. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
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"Bring in the captives!" Shouted a quartermaster. "My lord, this two young ladies failed to provide our men with provisions when they demanded for it. They are in your charge."
Both of the young ladies were kneeling on the floor, as they had been pushed by the guards. One of them managed to lift her head up to see who they are kneeling before. A tall, dark and muscular figure was all that she could see, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed two curved blades on his sides, both of which struck terror in her. The figure stood up from his seat, or other words, throne. In his right hand was a jug of wine, which was obvious due to strong smell of the alcohol. As she looked at the place where she had been held captive, she noticed that they were in an extremely huge cave, and in the cave she also noticed that there was a gigantic boat that took almost the whole space in the cave. Rather confused about how a boat could be inside a cave without any water to float on, she tried to hear for the sound of water amongst the chatter of pirates and the often shouts of commands from quartermasters. A distinct sound of water splashing against rocks was heard and she was utterly surprised as to what this group of pirates, or rather bandits have been doing secretly in this cave. Her attention shifted to the dark figure who suddenly towered above her.
"I only have one question for both of you. Do you know who I am?" The dark figure asked with a stench of alcohol in his breath. One of the ladies replied, "Yes." The other however was totally clueless as to what he was referring himself to. "What about you? Do you know who I am?" The dark figure asked. The latter only replied by shaking her head, implying that she knew nothing about him. The figure took a gulp from the jug.
"What is your name, miss?"
"Sarah."
"What a lovely name I must say. However, Sarah, since you and your companion fail to please me, I shall have both of you locked away. Guards!" exclaimed the figure.
The two ladies, including Sarah was dragged away by two strong guards to be locked up. And as they were being dragged away, the figure shouted, "Just to let you know Sarah, no one can save you now, not even the army from Stormwind. Because no one can make it all the way inside here alive. For this is the Deadmines, and I am the Lord of the Deadmines, for I am Edwin Van Cleef!"
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"By the light, perish undead!" A young woman, wearing a white coloured robe, which practically glowed with radiance, proclaimed. She muttered an incantation under her breath, and in an instance, the unliving creature, a zombie in front of her fell to the ground with bright light which engulfed it. The undead let out a scream as it fell that sent chills down the priestly woman's spine, who took it down single-handedly.
"Thank you, oh priest! Thank you for saving my life!" exclaimed a young boy of age not more than ten, apparently a victim of the zombie's assault on him. "Nothing outside of Darkshire is safe anymore, young one. I suggest you be heading back there if you don't wish another attack by the undead." The boy nodded his head, and was seen speeding off in the direction of Darkshire amidst the thick fog.
The young woman, got up from her kneeling position when she helped the boy up. In her hand was a rather dull looking mace, but the mace glowed almost like it was a torch. But it glowed with holy energy, obviously making her a follower of the light. From her belt, the lady got hold of a water pouch, where she took a sip from. Obviously the final incantation that struck her foe down drained much of her strength. She was weak, or otherwise not able to utilize her energy to its fullest potential without wasting any. She placed back the pouch on her belt and took in a deep breath of air. She spotted a flower, identifying immediately as a herb. She moved forward, almost as if she was hovering over the ground when she moved.
She started picking at the herb, trying her best to gather it without damaging the flower. "Its a Silverleaf! A decent healing potion can be made, but alas, I'll keep the herb."
As she stepped away from the shrub where she gathered the herb from, she heard the sound of a horse, and noticed a torch that glowed in the distance from where the sound was heard from. A Nightwatch Sentry was on duty and he made his way closer to the lady.
"Good afternoon ma'am. My name is Robert Geoffrey. May I provide you with any assistance?" asked the sentry.
"Good afternoon Robert. I'm Susannah Kirkpatrick and I'm just about to head back to the church at Darkshire. Thanks for your kind offer but I have all I need right now." replied Susannah.
The sentry observed Susannah closer, only to curse himself for not recognising her. "Sorry my lady. I didn't realise it was you! I shall be off then. By the way, your sermon yesterday was interesting."
Susannah giggled at the sentry's comment, only to reply, "Why thank you dear sir. I shall be off then."
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End of Chapter 2
This ends chapter 2. Hope it was nice. Chapter 3 coming up!
Ciao!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007, 8:35 PM
Okay I'll shall start my first chapter of the story. Genre is gonna be fantasy aka Warcraft. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
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"Clonk!" A sudden noise had woken up Maverick Dawson from his sleep. He sat on his bed, upright in a position so that he could look around him more clearly. He sniffed the air, and immediately he knew something was amiss. Maverick retrieved his amulet from his desk, an amulet that he had kept since his grandmother, once a powerful archmage, had given to him since he could bearly talk. The amulet had a dazzling ruby jewel positioned at the center, with a golden chain that dangled around the bearer's neck.
Maverick creeped down the old wooden stairs of his house, trying not to alert whoever that had caused the noise earlier on. "Creak!" came a sound from the old staircase. Cursing himself, Maverick knew his predicament would definately be warned of his presence. He then dashed around the corner to the dining room, where he would be ready to face his predicament. Thrusting out his hand, Maverick gathered small particles of energy from around the room, and at his fingertips, these small particles merged, forming a intense ball of energy. Spotting a shadowy figure in the dining room, Maverick prepared to release the concentrated energy from his hand upon the unknown figure.
"Mav!" shouted the figure in a calm voice. "Mav, what are you doing?" Maverick immediately recognised the voice and tone of the figure. It was Cale'Anon, a high elf friend that he has been friends with since he studied at Stormwind. "Oh Cale, you gave me a fright. I had come to a conclusion that a rouge had gained entry into my house." Maverick exclaimed. "Sorry to give you a scare, dear companion. I was trying to reach for that jar of pickles on your shelf when I accidentally shifted another jar." Cale and Maverick exchanged looks, bursting out laughing almost immediately. Maverick motioned his companion to take a seat at the dinning table where they gobbled down some pickles.
Cale'Anon was formally a high captain of the 2nd swordsmen battalion during the third war when the scourge invaded and destroyed Silvermoon City, the once glorious city of the high elves. He was one of the only survivors from the seige that made it back to Stormwind where he reported to the Grand Marshall of the Army there. Taking a trip down memory lane, it was only 3 years before the third war that Maverick and Cale met, and from there they grew up to be the best of friends. Maverick was in a way, addicted to magic, and therefore a manupilator of the magical essences around him. His late grandmother, who use to be the High Archmage of Stormwind had taught him in the fine arts of magic ever since he was young. Maverick was nevertheless destined to be a mage.
"Where is Sarah by the way, Mav?" came a question from Cale. Sarah was Maverick's wife, who early in the morning had gone to visit her sister at a farm in Sentinel Hill. Maverick was absolutely clueless about her whereabouts since it was lunch time, where she would normally prepare a good meal for him. "I don't know Cale. She should have been back by this hour." Maverick replied with a worried expression on his face. "I guess this calls for a little adventure, Mav. I miss your wife's cooked food and I don't want to risk chances that she might be in trouble." exclaimed Cale.
Cale stood up from his seat, and drew his blade from its scabbard, revealing a sharpened claymore. "To arms, Mav!" Maverick, looked blankly at Cale, then stood up and he got hold of a rather rotten-looking stave from next to the fireplace. Immediately when his hand touched the stave, the top of the stave glowed bright, and out of nowhere, an orb had appeared on top of the stave and jewels lined the once ugly stave. Maverick's eyes almost seemed to glow bright with energy upon wielding the stave. "Let's go find Sarah!"
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End of Chapter 1
Woo...i wouldn't say that its good. I didn't even plan out anything to start with. Haha! Chapter 2 coming soon! Enjoy peeps!
Ciao!
Monday, July 2, 2007, 11:15 PM
Over the past few days, weeks, months, I was struck yesterday with a lot of thoughts and feelings. (I'm deeply sorry for making this post emotional, intentionally or unintentionally.)
I had met up with Oli and Furt at Zion. Apparently Ben was there too, but Oli and Furt were just about to leave, and I decided to accompany them to Bugis since Furt had to serve the 5pm mass at Saint Joseph's Church(SJC). (Sorry Ben I didn't stay with you.)
Upon reaching SJC, Oli had otherwise told me that she would like to play drummania at the Bugis arcade. I agreed to accompany her while Furt served, but it turned out that we stayed for the mass at 5pm. As mass proper commenced, Oli and I took sights on Furt who was up on the altar serving. During homily, Oli and I started laughing at Furt as he was practically dozing off.
Quite amusing I must say. But it was during that particular homily that a lot of thoughts and feelings came over me. Phrases quoted from the homily: 'Love the wrong-doer, hate the wrongdoing.' ' "Aren't you supposed to destroy the enemy, not help or love him?" "By loving the enemy, aren't we already destroying him?" ' And many more quotes which I can't remember exactly. But all in all, those words affected me in everyway possible. The only thing that took my mind off it was when we were playing at the arcade and zion afterthat.
That night, I became so emotionally sad, that I cried myself to sleep. And thats something I am not proud of myself for doing. I didn't want to get so emotional over things I despised, things I wish I could have changed. I tried to sleep, so I would stop crying, stop facing the cold night alone.
In the morning, I woke up, feeling rather refreshed and renewed. I felt better, and headed to school. After class at 5 plus, I met Oli and Furt in the library, where we read some Garfield comics, and some other stuff. Furt and I started dozing off. For me, I wanted to rest my eyes and I was experiencing a bad headache. For Furt, most probably he was tired. Then we left and headed to Tampines for dinner at Macs.
When we reached Macs, we found a table and I positioned myself in front of Oli and Furt and in front of the big television. As we were eating, I looked up at the screen, and observed that people were sending in SMSs that were displayed on the television screen. Momentarily, I whipped out my phone and began typing a little message to be sent to be shown on the television. And then I awaited the time when it would be shown.
I motioned Oli and Furt to look at the screen, and when my message appeared, they were utterly shocked. This is what the screen displayed, " Furt loves oli. Oli loves furt. Hope you both will last forever. -Darryl " Then almost immediately, a big smile appeared on both their faces. They were smiling at me. I smiled back. I felt a great sense of happiness overcome me, for I had done something I never expected I would do, something that made not just me happy, but Oli and Furt happy. We stayed at Macs for like another half hour, just looking at the particular message that scrolls by on the screen. Well, at that point of time, no words could describe how I felt, how happy I felt, how satisfied I felt.
Oli sent two messages too. First message came, reading "I love you forever punpun!!! And Darr, thanks for the message!! =) " Second message came, reading (I swear this is super lame, but otherwise I couldn't stop laughing) "Lalalala. OliOli-PooPoo is feeling random and bored. Blah. Blah. Blah. Yay! "
Hahaha!! Every time the message was screened on the the television, I couldn't help myself but start laughing out loud like mad. So did Oli.
Besides that, Oli and Furt were very touched with my action. I could tell it from the way they smiled at me. And this would be my little message to end of to both of you, Oli and Furt;
I'll be here for you, regardless of the consequences. I'll be there, always.
