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WARNING: Before screaming, read the following first
Skip to the news section further below to skip the crap
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The following are the probable reasons that you might want to consider to scream for:
- Irregular/seldom update of the blog entries
- Old template
- Those irritating entry messages
- Unreasonable reasons for hating me
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SCREAM NOW
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Ugh, another three weeks and not a single entry. Months and still the template doesn't change. Those irritating pop-up messages... What am I doing?!?! Why does time abandon me?!?! Why am I even blaming time that doesn't even do anything?!?!
What the hell am I saying?
Let's try to make sense now. Since school closed, there hasn't been a single day when I could sit down and rest without having anything to do. Actually I have barely stayed at home for 3 hours straight without having to go out (except for night time that is). Pathetic isn't it? I have got to find time to do complete unfinished business, do my hobby and silence those homeworks.
To make it up to you readers, below is a compilation of some events that you might be interested in. For once I'm writing in a factual report style, so you can heave away the worry as there will be little crap. Ok ok, I should cut the crap now. Read on for the articles.
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Councillors' General Meeting
23 November 2004
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The gloom was still fogging around the air on that Tuesday morning when councillors started to arrive for the meeting. Even before the meeting started disaster has begun to strike. Due to a miscommunication of the actual meeting time the councillors started to arrive over a wide time range and had to stare at empty space for what seemed an eternity.
When the councillors did arrive, a quick glance could tell that the attendance was attrocious. A handful of the sec 2s were obviously AWOL and more than half of the sec 3s obviously skipped the meeting entirely/purposely. To heat up the situation was the mingling of the peer leaders, who also came upon the request of the DM. Basically they acted as catalysts for the production of inattentiveness.
Many stared at each other as the beginning of the meeting was much awaited for. Amazingly the president had no agenda for the meeting. I repeat: no agenda for the meeting. Impossible/improbable/impractical but this is the bitter fact caused by the excellent president. So for the first part of the meeting the Exco and the DM had to what they call 'bullshit' through till the second part came.
The second part was a much called for relief. The much anticipated Apprenticeship Program has finally been initiated and officially recognised as the official new grouping for the student council. The present councillors were split into their various departments, where they were briefed about their department, told about future projects, learnt of what are to be expected of them and started on a small task to start the ball rolling.
Even so some departments suffered boredom as their leading Exco did not have anything planned out. But what the hell, my department had one hell of a time as they learnt of the hidden things that I deal with and the advantages of being in my department, which included a sharing of some classified documents with them. Also we worked on next year's duty roster, previously seemed boring but the thought process I took with them spiced things up by a lot.
The meeting was cut short by the sudden request for the Exco by the DM to help prepare some documents for the open house. Unknowing to most students, this year's open house was doomed from the start with last-minute preparations and improper completion of work. I'll reveal more about the open house in the next article. The Exco ended up having to do some of the documents which the organising committee were originally supposed to do. At that point I couldn't help myself from silently giggling as I knew that things were being screwed up.
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School Open House
25 November 2004
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The morning began with me arriving at Jurong East Sports Complex, where a 'Choose your secondary school wisely' Seminar was going to be held. Preparations was being done 2 hours in advanced to make sure that everything would be fine.
Basically the whole event consisted of a lot of ushering, standing and waiting. Anotherwords: bullshit. That basically sums it up.
Fast forward to 12:30. The students from the sports complex returned to school to take over duties for the open house. Again, it was all boring duty work in the soaking rain, fitting the gloomy and rural atmosphere that enveloped the school.
Let me emphasize again the atrocity of the open house's failure. This year's visitor count was only around 530, with last year's count being around 1300 and the previous year's being more than 1500. Again, I couldn't help but laugh at the failure of others. What and why the failures are quite personal to me and classified for the school, so let's keep it to that.
All you have to know is the open house was screwed. And you folks heard it first right here from Seraphim Haven.
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Councillors' Outing
26 November 2004
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From the moment the idea of a council outing was thought out, everybody had the impression that it would be a complete failure. Up to the moment of arrival, everyone still had that mindset. Things did not look any brighter with the improper planning and ineffecient announcement of the outing.
But what a surprise it was for everyone who turned up! Despite the fact that people turned up at different times, the outing was a blast! It was a mystery as to what made it so much fun; was it the ball games, was it the chit-chats or was it just the good old fooling around? Well that did not matter as all had a good time that afternoon.
The outing started out simple, with some guys playing ball and the girls walking along the beach. Then it started to get aggressive as the councillors had a water bomb war. After that soaking experience, everyone got wild and wet as they ensured that everyone was in the water. Two guys escape the sea's wrath though, as they ran all the way to the other side of the beach to escape the swarm of councillors hell-bent on getting those two wet.
A lot happened in the waters of East Coast Park that afternoon, including a lot of gossipping, chatting and god-knows-what-else. There was the usual Battle of the Sexes as all of us played a lame variation of water polo all the way till sunset. To make it fair, some of the guys pretended to forget their gender for the game.
By the time we got out of the water, it was near 7:30. Changing took ages for both the guys and girls. When we came back, the heavenly smell of pizzas greeted us. Then it was a hell lot of chatting, yakking and giggling. Departure time was around 9:00 or so. But it wasn't straight home for most of us. Some went to McDonald's and some stayed at the beach.
ETA for home for most of us was at 00:00.
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Wll, I could still go on about the Prom Night, but that would bore most of you to death since it only concerned the graduating students. It wasn't that interesting anyway. I guess that's all for now. Till next time!
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Gilded Grimoire #03 - In the Face of Death
For more than three weeks I have left this blog. Three long weeks deprived from writing something lame. Sure feels good to be back. Just for the record, I haven’t been doing sick things with The Sims 2, the previous entry is clearly an exaggeration. That is not to say that what was mentioned is not possible… Let’s not get creative here. Like I have said in the previous entry, I’ll be posting a new story, so here it is! Another attempt at human sentimentality, so bear with me. Guess what’s the guy’s profession, answer’s at the end.
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Gilded Grimoire #03 – In the Face of Death – Imperfection
A fiction by Seraphim
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Prologue
Through the whistling of the wind I heard the voice of an angel. A voice so gentle and smooth, it was otherworldly. The voice sang out to me, singing the song of mercy. Never before had I doubted myself in the face of a woman, never had I questioned my actions. The merciful doubt angered me, almost to the point of frustration and utmost doubt. Yet my fingers pressed on, and the song was nothing more than an echo.
Chapter 1
The Monday blues hung heavily in the stuffy air-conditioned air of the bustling train. A new week, a new assignment. My client wanted the job done within a few days, like all the other clients. To kill the boredom, I flipped through the file given by my client. As usual, all details were in it. The assignment seemed to be similar as all the previous ones. Without much thought, I stuffed the file back in my briefcase as I approached my destination.
Outside, it was all blue. The constant dripping of the rain thudded against the roof as I made my way to the building. It was not the peak of the assignment yet, just a survey of the area, and the other… client. The whole thing seemed dull, having done the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Little did I know that it would be a whole new experience for me.
Chapter 2
Staring at my watch, it read twelve noon. Office workers started to rush out of the building, eager to escape the urban prison and satisfy their culinary desires. Person after person I stared, scanning for the person my client requested for. Then I saw her. Time itself seemed to slow down as she opened the door to reveal herself to me. There was a sudden aura emitting from the door to honour her exit. As she made her way out the door, all her aspects radiated to me. I gapingly scanned her slowly, foot first upwards. Her freshly polished high-heels gleamed as a spotlight for her slender calf. Further up, her skirt sufficiently covered her thighs until near her knee, but failed terribly to hide her shapely assets. Her office blouse gave her a sense of neatness, yet revealing her appealing inner aspects. She was not short of feminine pride, as hers needed no words to make them more cravingly attractive.
On her neck rests the most perfect face humanity could offer. Heads turned as she looked around, unknowingly swinging her hair gently like a flirting gesture. Her lips mocked the desires of men with a sly smile carved on them. But what topped it all off were her eyes – blue spheres constantly probing into the souls of those she laid her stare on. The only eyes that made me want to blurt out all my hidden intentions.
It was all breathtaking.
She was… perfect.
As the astonishment of her beauty slowly drained from me, awe gradually turned into panic. My assignment cannot be done with such a request! How could I do my job with someone who could make me shake like a little boy? Perhaps the only person ever to make me feel so. It was all but impossible. With all my might I wanted to call my client back and reject the assignment, but I already knew that it was not an option. In the chaos of my confusion, I turned back to ponder about the next day.
Chapter 3
I was not the usual calm and collective self like I always have been. In fact, I was even nervous – a feeling that was alien to me. Something about this woman intrigues me so much it hinders me from executing my assignment. It daunted onto me that there was no escape out of this one. My assignment had to be done, even at the cost of my interest.
Once again I made my way to that dreadful building, never eager for what was to come next. The wait for lunchtime was almost unbearable, seeming to stretch for eternity. When it came, I was not the least anxious. Slowly the occupants of the building filed out, leaving only a handful left behind. One of them was my prime target, the woman of my dreams. A thought occurred to me to enjoy my reward before it is due, but I quickly dismissed it, as I know I would get carried away.
From a distance I watched the woman make her way to her private eating spot. She seemed to like being alone after being enslaved by the demands of the corporate world. She has yet to know that I would be the one to free her from her shackles.
I approached her silently, not wanting her to even acknowledge my presence. Swiftly I entered the small, dark room and locked the door behind me. Oh what a sight it was, to watch her nibble at that croissant while staring out through the window at the other corporate slaves below. It surprised me at how she could mesmerize someone so effortlessly. As I snapped back to reality, I took out my instrument of finality, armed it and waited for the moment.
Chapter 4
I let the wait take as long as it could, waited for her to finish her food and finally face me. When she did turn, she was staring into the barrel of my gun, equipped with the best silencer money could buy. She immediately froze as fear paralyzed every fiber of her body.
Yet at that perfect moment of triumph I hesitated. An alien feeling rose through me that rendered my finger incapable of pulling the trigger. I looked at her watery eyes and I knew. For the first time in my life I felt mercy. A voice inside my head whispered at the immorality of my actions. How could I destroy something so beautiful, so perfect? Something that my body ached to own. I felt myself getting stiff as I played with some playful thoughts.
There I was at this controversial point, with the point of my gun at a point on her temple. To kill or not to kill, that is the question. I knew my time was running out, and I had to do what I had come for.
So I pulled the trigger.
My heart shattered as I watched her fall, but it did not seem to satisfy me. I pulled the trigger again, and again, and again, as though ensuring her death would delete the wrongness of killing something so beautiful. This single death overwhelmed me. A tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions spilled over. As I walk away from the scene of tragedy, all thoughts slowly died away like the death that just occurred.
It would be just another day in the life of an assassin.
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Phew, that was a tough one. Hope all of you enjoyed it. I would probably be posting more fiction soon, but I need some topics to work on. So just say something in the tagboard! I know I said that I’ll change the template after the exams, but I’m kinda busy, so it will take some time. To end it off, let me wish all of you a Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya!
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Gilded Grimoire #03 – In the Face of Death – Imperfection
A fiction by Seraphim
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Prologue
Through the whistling of the wind I heard the voice of an angel. A voice so gentle and smooth, it was otherworldly. The voice sang out to me, singing the song of mercy. Never before had I doubted myself in the face of a woman, never had I questioned my actions. The merciful doubt angered me, almost to the point of frustration and utmost doubt. Yet my fingers pressed on, and the song was nothing more than an echo.
Chapter 1
The Monday blues hung heavily in the stuffy air-conditioned air of the bustling train. A new week, a new assignment. My client wanted the job done within a few days, like all the other clients. To kill the boredom, I flipped through the file given by my client. As usual, all details were in it. The assignment seemed to be similar as all the previous ones. Without much thought, I stuffed the file back in my briefcase as I approached my destination.
Outside, it was all blue. The constant dripping of the rain thudded against the roof as I made my way to the building. It was not the peak of the assignment yet, just a survey of the area, and the other… client. The whole thing seemed dull, having done the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Little did I know that it would be a whole new experience for me.
Chapter 2
Staring at my watch, it read twelve noon. Office workers started to rush out of the building, eager to escape the urban prison and satisfy their culinary desires. Person after person I stared, scanning for the person my client requested for. Then I saw her. Time itself seemed to slow down as she opened the door to reveal herself to me. There was a sudden aura emitting from the door to honour her exit. As she made her way out the door, all her aspects radiated to me. I gapingly scanned her slowly, foot first upwards. Her freshly polished high-heels gleamed as a spotlight for her slender calf. Further up, her skirt sufficiently covered her thighs until near her knee, but failed terribly to hide her shapely assets. Her office blouse gave her a sense of neatness, yet revealing her appealing inner aspects. She was not short of feminine pride, as hers needed no words to make them more cravingly attractive.
On her neck rests the most perfect face humanity could offer. Heads turned as she looked around, unknowingly swinging her hair gently like a flirting gesture. Her lips mocked the desires of men with a sly smile carved on them. But what topped it all off were her eyes – blue spheres constantly probing into the souls of those she laid her stare on. The only eyes that made me want to blurt out all my hidden intentions.
It was all breathtaking.
She was… perfect.
As the astonishment of her beauty slowly drained from me, awe gradually turned into panic. My assignment cannot be done with such a request! How could I do my job with someone who could make me shake like a little boy? Perhaps the only person ever to make me feel so. It was all but impossible. With all my might I wanted to call my client back and reject the assignment, but I already knew that it was not an option. In the chaos of my confusion, I turned back to ponder about the next day.
Chapter 3
I was not the usual calm and collective self like I always have been. In fact, I was even nervous – a feeling that was alien to me. Something about this woman intrigues me so much it hinders me from executing my assignment. It daunted onto me that there was no escape out of this one. My assignment had to be done, even at the cost of my interest.
Once again I made my way to that dreadful building, never eager for what was to come next. The wait for lunchtime was almost unbearable, seeming to stretch for eternity. When it came, I was not the least anxious. Slowly the occupants of the building filed out, leaving only a handful left behind. One of them was my prime target, the woman of my dreams. A thought occurred to me to enjoy my reward before it is due, but I quickly dismissed it, as I know I would get carried away.
From a distance I watched the woman make her way to her private eating spot. She seemed to like being alone after being enslaved by the demands of the corporate world. She has yet to know that I would be the one to free her from her shackles.
I approached her silently, not wanting her to even acknowledge my presence. Swiftly I entered the small, dark room and locked the door behind me. Oh what a sight it was, to watch her nibble at that croissant while staring out through the window at the other corporate slaves below. It surprised me at how she could mesmerize someone so effortlessly. As I snapped back to reality, I took out my instrument of finality, armed it and waited for the moment.
Chapter 4
I let the wait take as long as it could, waited for her to finish her food and finally face me. When she did turn, she was staring into the barrel of my gun, equipped with the best silencer money could buy. She immediately froze as fear paralyzed every fiber of her body.
Yet at that perfect moment of triumph I hesitated. An alien feeling rose through me that rendered my finger incapable of pulling the trigger. I looked at her watery eyes and I knew. For the first time in my life I felt mercy. A voice inside my head whispered at the immorality of my actions. How could I destroy something so beautiful, so perfect? Something that my body ached to own. I felt myself getting stiff as I played with some playful thoughts.
There I was at this controversial point, with the point of my gun at a point on her temple. To kill or not to kill, that is the question. I knew my time was running out, and I had to do what I had come for.
So I pulled the trigger.
My heart shattered as I watched her fall, but it did not seem to satisfy me. I pulled the trigger again, and again, and again, as though ensuring her death would delete the wrongness of killing something so beautiful. This single death overwhelmed me. A tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions spilled over. As I walk away from the scene of tragedy, all thoughts slowly died away like the death that just occurred.
It would be just another day in the life of an assassin.
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Phew, that was a tough one. Hope all of you enjoyed it. I would probably be posting more fiction soon, but I need some topics to work on. So just say something in the tagboard! I know I said that I’ll change the template after the exams, but I’m kinda busy, so it will take some time. To end it off, let me wish all of you a Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya!
Sunday, October 10, 2004
The SIM-ultaneous Life of a Sim
Another age has passed, fellow readers, and the time has come for another update. Today, I'm going to start a new feature of this blog called "The SIMologies". I guess you're wondering why the lame name and stuff, so let me explain.
Around 7++ years ago, a revolutionary people simulation game called The Sims was released. Since the game's popular release, seven consecutive successful expansions were released. Yes folks, SEVEN!!! Talk about crazy! Then after an age, the producers finally released its sequel, The Sims 2, sometime in the middle of our exams. Now that the exams are almost over, and I have not the patience, I laid my hands on a copy of that devilishly addictive game.
So the Sims is about playing out every aspects of people's lives and stuff like that. For full game review, check out sites like gamespy.com. Well, I was out of ideas for blog entries, then I though up of writing soap operas of the lives of the Sims that I play, and voila! A new blog feature is born!
Okay, enough with the boring talk. Let's start off the feature with the life of an interesting character.
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#01 - The Sims 2 - The Life of a Sim Playboy
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The day starts off fresh, with the background story as follows. The Sim, Don, has proposed to a girl from his neighbourhood, Cassandra. Being a playboy, he has two other lovers whom he still dates. Despite being torn apart between being loyal to his fiancee and living out his life as a playboy, Don still feels carefree. I mean hey, he's a playboy. What do you expect?
It was a beautiful summer day in Pleasantview, the neighbourhood in which Don has been living all his life. Me, as the player who acts like God in the game, has just given Don 1 000 000 Simoleons (the game's currency) and renovated his front lawn to include a swimming pool and an outdoor restaurant complete with a buffet table, a chef, a bar and even its own bartender. A playboy Sim has got to party you know.
Don has just came home from work, as a medical officer or something. Surprising eh? Considering he's a playboy. Well fret not, I'll probably make him work in the military. Don went over to the phone to subscribe to some services; the maid, the gardener, the chef and the bartender. While waiting for them to come over and do his house, Don went to pump some iron on his new weightlifting machine which I had just conjured from thin air in front of him. He needs to look suave to impress the girls you know.
After the chef filled the buffet, our dear Don went to dig in. That was when he noticed the maid cleaning his toilet through the window. Oh! Those hair! Those eyes! That sexy blouse! How can Don resist the presence of a woman in his very own house?! The chef's masterpiece became nothing but a pulp as he gukped his food to greet the new babe. Oh, their union in the toilet was sweet! Don greeted her like all the other girls, straight with a deep smooch to the lips.
Just that one kiss was all it took to win the heart of the maid. Well, me, being the sick player I am, left their desires run wild. The Sim couple were groping and smooching in the living room (with the workout video on the large screen TV, also conjured by me). They were oblivious to the presence of the bartender beside them, offering drinks and feeling left out. He wanted to join in the kissing (yes readers, there can be homosexuality in the game, beware) but with my godly powers I willed him to return to his bar.
So began the affair between Don and the maid. Both of them couldn't think of anything else that afternoon other than each other. At night, I sent Don to town to get some fresh air and get that maid out of his head. But alas, there he met a young girl whom he put his charm on. After saving him from being a pedofile, I sent him home to sleep with some sweet dreams in his mind.
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Thus the tale of the sick Sim. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm reverting back to the previous fictions for the next entry, so look out for it!
Around 7++ years ago, a revolutionary people simulation game called The Sims was released. Since the game's popular release, seven consecutive successful expansions were released. Yes folks, SEVEN!!! Talk about crazy! Then after an age, the producers finally released its sequel, The Sims 2, sometime in the middle of our exams. Now that the exams are almost over, and I have not the patience, I laid my hands on a copy of that devilishly addictive game.
So the Sims is about playing out every aspects of people's lives and stuff like that. For full game review, check out sites like gamespy.com. Well, I was out of ideas for blog entries, then I though up of writing soap operas of the lives of the Sims that I play, and voila! A new blog feature is born!
Okay, enough with the boring talk. Let's start off the feature with the life of an interesting character.
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#01 - The Sims 2 - The Life of a Sim Playboy
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The day starts off fresh, with the background story as follows. The Sim, Don, has proposed to a girl from his neighbourhood, Cassandra. Being a playboy, he has two other lovers whom he still dates. Despite being torn apart between being loyal to his fiancee and living out his life as a playboy, Don still feels carefree. I mean hey, he's a playboy. What do you expect?
It was a beautiful summer day in Pleasantview, the neighbourhood in which Don has been living all his life. Me, as the player who acts like God in the game, has just given Don 1 000 000 Simoleons (the game's currency) and renovated his front lawn to include a swimming pool and an outdoor restaurant complete with a buffet table, a chef, a bar and even its own bartender. A playboy Sim has got to party you know.
Don has just came home from work, as a medical officer or something. Surprising eh? Considering he's a playboy. Well fret not, I'll probably make him work in the military. Don went over to the phone to subscribe to some services; the maid, the gardener, the chef and the bartender. While waiting for them to come over and do his house, Don went to pump some iron on his new weightlifting machine which I had just conjured from thin air in front of him. He needs to look suave to impress the girls you know.
After the chef filled the buffet, our dear Don went to dig in. That was when he noticed the maid cleaning his toilet through the window. Oh! Those hair! Those eyes! That sexy blouse! How can Don resist the presence of a woman in his very own house?! The chef's masterpiece became nothing but a pulp as he gukped his food to greet the new babe. Oh, their union in the toilet was sweet! Don greeted her like all the other girls, straight with a deep smooch to the lips.
Just that one kiss was all it took to win the heart of the maid. Well, me, being the sick player I am, left their desires run wild. The Sim couple were groping and smooching in the living room (with the workout video on the large screen TV, also conjured by me). They were oblivious to the presence of the bartender beside them, offering drinks and feeling left out. He wanted to join in the kissing (yes readers, there can be homosexuality in the game, beware) but with my godly powers I willed him to return to his bar.
So began the affair between Don and the maid. Both of them couldn't think of anything else that afternoon other than each other. At night, I sent Don to town to get some fresh air and get that maid out of his head. But alas, there he met a young girl whom he put his charm on. After saving him from being a pedofile, I sent him home to sleep with some sweet dreams in his mind.
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Thus the tale of the sick Sim. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm reverting back to the previous fictions for the next entry, so look out for it!
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Seraphim Anthologies #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavor
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Seraphim Anthology #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavour
A poem by Seraphim
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Onward thou shalt march to war!
To where the battle is fought on plains of white
Thou shalt scar the battlegrounds with might
Thy armor is but the plating of labor
Polished by the skills that thou now harbor
Brandish thy sword with beauty and grace
To engrave the battle on thy enemy’s face
Fear not the wrath of the tenders of the plains
O, brave wielder of the Excalibur of blue
For your mastery shalt leave their efforts in vain
And be rewarded to fight for what is true
Onward thou shalt march to war!
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Ah, my latest works, my best piece yet. For those non-literature readers, the poem's a metaphorical writing about what else? The exams. Took me a few days to get the vocabulary straight, but voila! Look at my masterpiece! Do take a closer look to try to figure out the hidden meanings.
Seraphim Anthology #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavour
A poem by Seraphim
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Onward thou shalt march to war!
To where the battle is fought on plains of white
Thou shalt scar the battlegrounds with might
Thy armor is but the plating of labor
Polished by the skills that thou now harbor
Brandish thy sword with beauty and grace
To engrave the battle on thy enemy’s face
Fear not the wrath of the tenders of the plains
O, brave wielder of the Excalibur of blue
For your mastery shalt leave their efforts in vain
And be rewarded to fight for what is true
Onward thou shalt march to war!
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Ah, my latest works, my best piece yet. For those non-literature readers, the poem's a metaphorical writing about what else? The exams. Took me a few days to get the vocabulary straight, but voila! Look at my masterpiece! Do take a closer look to try to figure out the hidden meanings.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
The Prejudgement Day
Daily Schedule (before exams)
0530 - Wake up, press snooze
0535 - Where's that snooze button...
0540 - Farhan!!! Wake up!!!
0600 - Breakfast *flop* head in breakfast bowl
0615 - Zzzz....
0645 - Damn, gotta go school...
0700 - Darn, where's all the councillors?
0720 - Mari kita... zzz....
0730-1030 - School
1030 - Reccess!!! Errr.. yummy...
1100 - 1400 - School
1300 - Can't... open... eyes... Zzzz...
1400 - Woohoo! Another beat up session in class! So guys, who's the victim today?
1430 - Phew, that was fun
1500 - Finally home... Damn, more junk e-mails
1530 - Too tired.. to.. work... Zzz...
1800 - Shit, lots to do...
1815 - Scrub scrub scrub... la la la... *slip, kapow, OW*
1900 - Maths practice paper
2100 - I 1 2 5lp... +h15 15 b0r1ng...
2115 - Science practice paper
2300 - These papers are catalysts to the reaction that will bring me to bed...
2315 - Argh!!! What is this? More homework?!?!
2345 - Teachers don't know mercy...
0000 - *slurp slurp* Coffee... must... have... coffee...
0015 - Revise? What's that? New brand of coffee?
0100 - Zzzz...
0300 - No! No! The books are eating me! No! No!
0315 - The numbers are subtracting me!
0330 - The metre rule is whacking me!
0345 - Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! That BEARD!!!
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Ah, revision. Such a wonderful thing isn't it?
0530 - Wake up, press snooze
0535 - Where's that snooze button...
0540 - Farhan!!! Wake up!!!
0600 - Breakfast *flop* head in breakfast bowl
0615 - Zzzz....
0645 - Damn, gotta go school...
0700 - Darn, where's all the councillors?
0720 - Mari kita... zzz....
0730-1030 - School
1030 - Reccess!!! Errr.. yummy...
1100 - 1400 - School
1300 - Can't... open... eyes... Zzzz...
1400 - Woohoo! Another beat up session in class! So guys, who's the victim today?
1430 - Phew, that was fun
1500 - Finally home... Damn, more junk e-mails
1530 - Too tired.. to.. work... Zzz...
1800 - Shit, lots to do...
1815 - Scrub scrub scrub... la la la... *slip, kapow, OW*
1900 - Maths practice paper
2100 - I 1 2 5lp... +h15 15 b0r1ng...
2115 - Science practice paper
2300 - These papers are catalysts to the reaction that will bring me to bed...
2315 - Argh!!! What is this? More homework?!?!
2345 - Teachers don't know mercy...
0000 - *slurp slurp* Coffee... must... have... coffee...
0015 - Revise? What's that? New brand of coffee?
0100 - Zzzz...
0300 - No! No! The books are eating me! No! No!
0315 - The numbers are subtracting me!
0330 - The metre rule is whacking me!
0345 - Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! That BEARD!!!
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Ah, revision. Such a wonderful thing isn't it?
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
The Fellowship of the Wok
Okay okay, you can be mad at me if you want to, I feel mad at myself myself. It's been two weeks since I updated this thing, too busy. You know, homework this revision that... Anyway, I'm quickly typing this before school so that there is a new entry up. I'll work on better ones when I get the time. (probably not soon)
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#04 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Fellowship
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The days went by as fast as the leaves fell onto the forest floor. Some time had passed since he found the One Wok of Ruling. During that time, he discovered some of the Wok's powers; to be able to control minor forest creatures and give himself some... controlled pleasure. I mean, hey, he was bored, so he tried to have fun with what else, himself.
After ages of staying alone in the forest with nothing to do, a loud bellowing of a horn was heard. Actually, it sounded as if the horn blew out a whining. Curious as to what made that strange sound, he went looking for the source of that noise.
What he found was the most queer thing that ever existed. He found a group of people, oddly matched and had the most curious characteristics. The one with the whining horn was a man with an outrageous beard, which seemed to be possessing motion of its own. The second was a knightly looking figure, but instead of a sword he wielded a large pencil and armoured with paper. His shield was but a large eraser. The third wasn't so apparently spotted, for she melted right into the shadows of the trees. When she finally stepped out of the shadows, she looked just like him; with the raven black complexion.
The man clad in hair stepped towards him. He opened his mouth to speak, which of course was hidden beneath the thick layers of hair, which made his voice seem to come from the hair itself. "Hear ye, hear ye, the Dark One of the forest. We from the distant lands have learnt of the reclaiming of the One Work of Ruling. Our ancient prophecy states, under section 407.11b paragraph 3 clause seven, that one who reclaims the One Wok of Ruling must bring it to the land of the Smelly Kitchen. With him will be his protectors, to make sure that he changes his underwear everyday.", declared the hair clad man.
Shoving the hairy one aside, the paper armoured knight cut him off. "Ah yes, where are our manners? Let me first introduce ourselves. I am the Voodoo Artist of the Square Table. The hairy one here is none other than the Bearded One. And our fair lady, or not so fair, is the DM of Wok. We are here to escort you to the land of the Smelly Kitchen, where you will return the Wok to where it truly belong."
"But I don't want to. It's mine! Mine alone! No one shall touch my little... precious...", he dragged. Cheerfully, the Voodoo Artist replied, "Oh, ok then. Guess we'll have our adventure elsewhere boys and girls!"
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Yes, it's true. I have lost my marbles. Comment on this one while I come up with another not so crappy entry.
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#04 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Fellowship
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The days went by as fast as the leaves fell onto the forest floor. Some time had passed since he found the One Wok of Ruling. During that time, he discovered some of the Wok's powers; to be able to control minor forest creatures and give himself some... controlled pleasure. I mean, hey, he was bored, so he tried to have fun with what else, himself.
After ages of staying alone in the forest with nothing to do, a loud bellowing of a horn was heard. Actually, it sounded as if the horn blew out a whining. Curious as to what made that strange sound, he went looking for the source of that noise.
What he found was the most queer thing that ever existed. He found a group of people, oddly matched and had the most curious characteristics. The one with the whining horn was a man with an outrageous beard, which seemed to be possessing motion of its own. The second was a knightly looking figure, but instead of a sword he wielded a large pencil and armoured with paper. His shield was but a large eraser. The third wasn't so apparently spotted, for she melted right into the shadows of the trees. When she finally stepped out of the shadows, she looked just like him; with the raven black complexion.
The man clad in hair stepped towards him. He opened his mouth to speak, which of course was hidden beneath the thick layers of hair, which made his voice seem to come from the hair itself. "Hear ye, hear ye, the Dark One of the forest. We from the distant lands have learnt of the reclaiming of the One Work of Ruling. Our ancient prophecy states, under section 407.11b paragraph 3 clause seven, that one who reclaims the One Wok of Ruling must bring it to the land of the Smelly Kitchen. With him will be his protectors, to make sure that he changes his underwear everyday.", declared the hair clad man.
Shoving the hairy one aside, the paper armoured knight cut him off. "Ah yes, where are our manners? Let me first introduce ourselves. I am the Voodoo Artist of the Square Table. The hairy one here is none other than the Bearded One. And our fair lady, or not so fair, is the DM of Wok. We are here to escort you to the land of the Smelly Kitchen, where you will return the Wok to where it truly belong."
"But I don't want to. It's mine! Mine alone! No one shall touch my little... precious...", he dragged. Cheerfully, the Voodoo Artist replied, "Oh, ok then. Guess we'll have our adventure elsewhere boys and girls!"
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Yes, it's true. I have lost my marbles. Comment on this one while I come up with another not so crappy entry.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Thus Goes the Tale
Hmmm... Nothing creative popped up in my head lately, so for today I'll just be continuing some previous series. Anyway, what's with all of you not participating in the poll anyway? Do you guys know where it is or can't it be seen? If you can see it, just vote on it!!! How hard is it for me to get some response from you guys man?!
Anyway, now that the war for Heaven's Hell Grounds is over, the Seraphim are thinking of rebuilding the place into something new. (P.S.: For more info on what the hell the war is about, read entry 09Aug - 29Aug) It might take time for those heavenly creatures to rebuild this place, so don't count on a change of looks anytime soon.
Since the replies in the tagboard has been kinda positive, the fates look bright for our guy in the Tales of the Undecided Tales. I’ve decided to base it on my previous entry. So let's hope he doesn't face any more bad luck in today's episode, the longest yet. Also, I've included another '10 Reason...' feature in today's entry. Hope you guys enjoy reading!
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#03 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Reclaiming
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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He had no dreams. No memory of things that passed haunted his unconsciousness. He had had a peaceful time drifting down the waters in his rejuvenating sleep. When he awoke, he was at a river bank, hidden amongst the lush greenery of the unknown foliage.
He got up to his feet feeling fresh and awake. The cool air and the rising sun told him that it was still early in the morning. Curious about his location, he started to wander in through the thick wilderness. It was strange that he felt neither hunger nor exhaustion. Perhaps he was dreaming after all. Perhaps none of the experience was real.
After some time walking, he found a small clearing in the middle of the forest. in the middle of it stood a tree stump, with a great many number of rings on it, signifying the tree's age. On it rests a most curious object. Out there, in the middle of the forest, he found of all things, a wok resting on the tree stump. He almost dropped to his knees laughing because of the ache in his stomach. Why in the world was a wok doing on the tree stump in the middle of the forest? Out of curiousity, and slight humour, he approached the tree stump to get a closer look.
Upon close inspection, he noticed that the tree stump had rough words inscribed on it. It said, "The One Wok of Ruling". Wonder what that is, he thought. Without much thought, he stretched out his hand to reach for the wok. It felt strange, peculiarly smooth. When he removed his hand, he found thick, black soot all over it. When he attempted to brush them off, they seem to spread across his skin. The rate the soot spread was alarming. The harder he tried to brush it off, the faster it spread. Ultimately, his whole body was covered in soot.
In the midst of his confusion, he suddenly calmed down. The covering of the soot brought not only a darker complexion, but it brought him knowledge on the wok’s past. In the blink of an eye he learnt that the wok was really the One Wok of Ruling that had the power to control the beings of the forest. After centuries, it has passed out of possession and knowledge, leaving it abandoned there until a destined one is fated to find it. Now that it has been found, who knows what tales will unfold for both the Wok and our hero.
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Spill it guys, it’s lame. It’s meant to be. I meant for it to be whacky, so it is. Anyway, I need suggestions on what happens next. Also, can you guys come up with a name for our guy here? It’s a little difficult to call him ‘him’. While you guys think about that, enjoy the next feature.
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Top Ten Reasons That Make You An Exco
10. You don’t have a life
09. You ask for a revolution, but you only show humiliation
08. You consist of nine people, though half turn up at any meeting
07. You start meeting late because you are late
06. You often converse with a certain dark phantom and emerge half an hour later without any idea what has been said
05. Your hobby is to screw up every event that you organize
04. You are led by someone that needs to be led
03. You will always be early for anything because only those after you are considered late
02. Your routine consists of getting stressed, getting sleepy and getting lost
01. You’re supposedly the best of the best *cough* worst *cough*
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Anyway, now that the war for Heaven's Hell Grounds is over, the Seraphim are thinking of rebuilding the place into something new. (P.S.: For more info on what the hell the war is about, read entry 09Aug - 29Aug) It might take time for those heavenly creatures to rebuild this place, so don't count on a change of looks anytime soon.
Since the replies in the tagboard has been kinda positive, the fates look bright for our guy in the Tales of the Undecided Tales. I’ve decided to base it on my previous entry. So let's hope he doesn't face any more bad luck in today's episode, the longest yet. Also, I've included another '10 Reason...' feature in today's entry. Hope you guys enjoy reading!
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#03 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Reclaiming
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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He had no dreams. No memory of things that passed haunted his unconsciousness. He had had a peaceful time drifting down the waters in his rejuvenating sleep. When he awoke, he was at a river bank, hidden amongst the lush greenery of the unknown foliage.
He got up to his feet feeling fresh and awake. The cool air and the rising sun told him that it was still early in the morning. Curious about his location, he started to wander in through the thick wilderness. It was strange that he felt neither hunger nor exhaustion. Perhaps he was dreaming after all. Perhaps none of the experience was real.
After some time walking, he found a small clearing in the middle of the forest. in the middle of it stood a tree stump, with a great many number of rings on it, signifying the tree's age. On it rests a most curious object. Out there, in the middle of the forest, he found of all things, a wok resting on the tree stump. He almost dropped to his knees laughing because of the ache in his stomach. Why in the world was a wok doing on the tree stump in the middle of the forest? Out of curiousity, and slight humour, he approached the tree stump to get a closer look.
Upon close inspection, he noticed that the tree stump had rough words inscribed on it. It said, "The One Wok of Ruling". Wonder what that is, he thought. Without much thought, he stretched out his hand to reach for the wok. It felt strange, peculiarly smooth. When he removed his hand, he found thick, black soot all over it. When he attempted to brush them off, they seem to spread across his skin. The rate the soot spread was alarming. The harder he tried to brush it off, the faster it spread. Ultimately, his whole body was covered in soot.
In the midst of his confusion, he suddenly calmed down. The covering of the soot brought not only a darker complexion, but it brought him knowledge on the wok’s past. In the blink of an eye he learnt that the wok was really the One Wok of Ruling that had the power to control the beings of the forest. After centuries, it has passed out of possession and knowledge, leaving it abandoned there until a destined one is fated to find it. Now that it has been found, who knows what tales will unfold for both the Wok and our hero.
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Spill it guys, it’s lame. It’s meant to be. I meant for it to be whacky, so it is. Anyway, I need suggestions on what happens next. Also, can you guys come up with a name for our guy here? It’s a little difficult to call him ‘him’. While you guys think about that, enjoy the next feature.
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Top Ten Reasons That Make You An Exco
10. You don’t have a life
09. You ask for a revolution, but you only show humiliation
08. You consist of nine people, though half turn up at any meeting
07. You start meeting late because you are late
06. You often converse with a certain dark phantom and emerge half an hour later without any idea what has been said
05. Your hobby is to screw up every event that you organize
04. You are led by someone that needs to be led
03. You will always be early for anything because only those after you are considered late
02. Your routine consists of getting stressed, getting sleepy and getting lost
01. You’re supposedly the best of the best *cough* worst *cough*
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Friday, September 03, 2004
The Educational Conspiracies
Damn, another week passed since my last entry. I'm really sorry guys, I feel so guilty looking at the rising visitor count and not giving you guys something new to read. And another full moon has passed... Damn. So as a tribute for teachers' day, here's something related to the teachers.
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The Educational Conspiracies
On the surface, the teachers at Commonwealth Secondary looks like normal, innocent humans. But are they truly as they seem to be? An insider has uncovered the truth about some of the teachers. So if you really wish to find out the true conspiracies the teachers has been planning, read on. Beware, the truth might be too bitter.
The One Wok to Rule them all
The current discipline mistress has been recently instated her position. Many wonder why the previous successful DM is not in power anymore, left almost isolated out of the memory of most.
The Truth
Long has the previous DM been successful due to her One Wok that rules them all. With it, she was able to maintain power over the students, bending their will to suit her dark motives. But what goes around comes around. A new dark power was arising. The new power has stolen the One Wok. And with it she used the soot to create a protective covering over herself. Now, enhanced with the powers of the ebony coating over her and the One Wok, she had the power to rule over the students and damned the previous DM to isolation. The Dark One now rules. However, the power proved too great for her to control. She has not been able to control most of the students. She could only keep on pursuing her dreams of covering the whole school in soot, turning them into one of her...
The Voodoo Artist
Shortly after the appearance of Mr Ch(a)ng(e), Mr (S)Lim, his rival has been deteriorating and soon became unfit to teach. He ended up quitting teaching completely. Being the good one, Mr Ch(a)ng(e)took pity over Mr (S)Lim's students and took over him. With his artistic skills, he quickly won over the students' interest.
The Truth
As attractive as the drawings might be, there is more to it than meets the eye. Mr Ch(a)ng(e)is not only a brilliant artist, he is a practitioner of Voodoo Drawing. Having found Mr (S)Lim threatening to his career, he used his skill in the dark arts to draw a two dimentional Mr (S)Lim and inflicted onto him unimaginable torture. Now nothing stands in the way of Mr Ch(a)ng(e)and his pencil...
The Hidden Alliance
Recently, it has been spotted that the great Bearded One has been seen working together with the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge. It seems that they have learnt to put aside their differences to combine their strenghs to achieve a greater achievement for the school.
The Truth
Both of them have discovered that with both their strengths, they could bring the school to their knees. The Bearded One, with his superios stealth ability to hide things within his hairy parts, and the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge, with his ability to mesmerize students with flashy computerised projections. Together, the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge was able to sneak his mesmerizing devices thanks to the Bearded One anywhere to ensnare any students that displeases them. Although they are making slow progress, they are constantly working on things to one day, bring the school to their knees...
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Well guys, that's all I have for now. I really hope that I can come up with another entry sooner so that you guys will be able to enjoy them. If you guys don't enjoy them, well just enjoy them.
May your teachers' conspiracy be exposed...
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The Educational Conspiracies
On the surface, the teachers at Commonwealth Secondary looks like normal, innocent humans. But are they truly as they seem to be? An insider has uncovered the truth about some of the teachers. So if you really wish to find out the true conspiracies the teachers has been planning, read on. Beware, the truth might be too bitter.
The One Wok to Rule them all
The current discipline mistress has been recently instated her position. Many wonder why the previous successful DM is not in power anymore, left almost isolated out of the memory of most.
The Truth
Long has the previous DM been successful due to her One Wok that rules them all. With it, she was able to maintain power over the students, bending their will to suit her dark motives. But what goes around comes around. A new dark power was arising. The new power has stolen the One Wok. And with it she used the soot to create a protective covering over herself. Now, enhanced with the powers of the ebony coating over her and the One Wok, she had the power to rule over the students and damned the previous DM to isolation. The Dark One now rules. However, the power proved too great for her to control. She has not been able to control most of the students. She could only keep on pursuing her dreams of covering the whole school in soot, turning them into one of her...
The Voodoo Artist
Shortly after the appearance of Mr Ch(a)ng(e), Mr (S)Lim, his rival has been deteriorating and soon became unfit to teach. He ended up quitting teaching completely. Being the good one, Mr Ch(a)ng(e)took pity over Mr (S)Lim's students and took over him. With his artistic skills, he quickly won over the students' interest.
The Truth
As attractive as the drawings might be, there is more to it than meets the eye. Mr Ch(a)ng(e)is not only a brilliant artist, he is a practitioner of Voodoo Drawing. Having found Mr (S)Lim threatening to his career, he used his skill in the dark arts to draw a two dimentional Mr (S)Lim and inflicted onto him unimaginable torture. Now nothing stands in the way of Mr Ch(a)ng(e)and his pencil...
The Hidden Alliance
Recently, it has been spotted that the great Bearded One has been seen working together with the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge. It seems that they have learnt to put aside their differences to combine their strenghs to achieve a greater achievement for the school.
The Truth
Both of them have discovered that with both their strengths, they could bring the school to their knees. The Bearded One, with his superios stealth ability to hide things within his hairy parts, and the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge, with his ability to mesmerize students with flashy computerised projections. Together, the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge was able to sneak his mesmerizing devices thanks to the Bearded One anywhere to ensnare any students that displeases them. Although they are making slow progress, they are constantly working on things to one day, bring the school to their knees...
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Well guys, that's all I have for now. I really hope that I can come up with another entry sooner so that you guys will be able to enjoy them. If you guys don't enjoy them, well just enjoy them.
May your teachers' conspiracy be exposed...
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Seraphim Anthologies #02 - The Will Denied
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Seraphim Anthology #02 - The Will Denied
A poem by Seraphim
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Why do I know, but cannot defy
Upcoming things, that pass by my eyes
The fact remains, the future unchanged
Despite the knowledge, interference caged
Why can I inflict, but nothing shatters
My wrath unleashed, the target misses
Powers I wield, nothing but futile
The threats given, found all but mild
Why can I heal, but I'm left broken
My body bruised, my soul shaken
Inside of me, the wound remains
Blood still rushing, the eternal pain
Why nature's path, it's strength unwind
The will that's pulled, still acts like vines
Within myself, the vines retangle
To bind my actions, my words mingled
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Another mix of inspiration and emotion over there. Fells much better now that it's out. Well, like I said, the feature story is based on what's on the tagboard. Since all I see is flood messages, guess what I wrote about? So, here's the second part to the story.
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#02 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Flooding
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The pit seemed endless, seemed to stretch out into the infinite abyss. Fortunately for him, the end was nearer than he thought. With a loud splash he reached the bottom of the pit. It was not a pit, but a cave. Surprisingly there was illumination that came from nowhere, making everything that was in the cave visible. The water was deep, and despite the illumination he could not tell how deep the water was. With a renewed sense of hope, he made his way to the edge of the water.
Time lost hold of him a long time ago, since he was wandering in the darkness. It did not matter as he seemed to be lingering along eternity in his lost state. But as his arms grew tired of swimming, he regained his sense of timing. No matter how long he had been swimming, the edge of the water did not come nearer. In fact, it seemed to stretch on further, even though he was moving towards the supposed 'edge'. Then he realised that it was not a current as he suspected that was pulling him, it was the water level that was rising.
Panic washed through him as he realised the threat of drowning. Then it struck him as strange that he was worrying about death. Why did it matter to him? Then he became bliss of his mortality, easing all efforts to stay afloat and allowed himself to be dragged away by the shifting waters.
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Seraphim Anthology #02 - The Will Denied
A poem by Seraphim
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Why do I know, but cannot defy
Upcoming things, that pass by my eyes
The fact remains, the future unchanged
Despite the knowledge, interference caged
Why can I inflict, but nothing shatters
My wrath unleashed, the target misses
Powers I wield, nothing but futile
The threats given, found all but mild
Why can I heal, but I'm left broken
My body bruised, my soul shaken
Inside of me, the wound remains
Blood still rushing, the eternal pain
Why nature's path, it's strength unwind
The will that's pulled, still acts like vines
Within myself, the vines retangle
To bind my actions, my words mingled
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Another mix of inspiration and emotion over there. Fells much better now that it's out. Well, like I said, the feature story is based on what's on the tagboard. Since all I see is flood messages, guess what I wrote about? So, here's the second part to the story.
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#02 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Flooding
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The pit seemed endless, seemed to stretch out into the infinite abyss. Fortunately for him, the end was nearer than he thought. With a loud splash he reached the bottom of the pit. It was not a pit, but a cave. Surprisingly there was illumination that came from nowhere, making everything that was in the cave visible. The water was deep, and despite the illumination he could not tell how deep the water was. With a renewed sense of hope, he made his way to the edge of the water.
Time lost hold of him a long time ago, since he was wandering in the darkness. It did not matter as he seemed to be lingering along eternity in his lost state. But as his arms grew tired of swimming, he regained his sense of timing. No matter how long he had been swimming, the edge of the water did not come nearer. In fact, it seemed to stretch on further, even though he was moving towards the supposed 'edge'. Then he realised that it was not a current as he suspected that was pulling him, it was the water level that was rising.
Panic washed through him as he realised the threat of drowning. Then it struck him as strange that he was worrying about death. Why did it matter to him? Then he became bliss of his mortality, easing all efforts to stay afloat and allowed himself to be dragged away by the shifting waters.
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Saturday, August 21, 2004
Gilded Grimoire #02 - The Last Stand
Rafahn: Damn, it’s been ages since there was a last post. Farhan would like to greatly apologize for this, don’t you Farhan?
Farhan: *choke* Argh, yes, yes *choke*
Rafahn: So to start things off again, I squeezed a story from Farhan’s brain for you guys to enjoy.
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Gilded Grimoire #02 - The Last Stand - Resistance
A fiction by Seraphim
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The ground was constantly shaking as the human hordes strode through the ruined landscape that was once a haven to the Seraphim. Step after step, they sent clouds of dust into the stifling air. The heavens were dark, full of the choking smoke that rose from the ruined city. Heaven's Hell Grounds was reduced to ruins after the Humans with Nothing Better to Do had invaded the peaceful city and ended the reign of peace.
The Seraphim who once called that place home were now all but alive, lying in heaps atop the debris of the city. Powerful as they might have been, the human hordes overtook them with their sheer number. That was not surprising considering their animalistic males and willing females which kept their species flourishing. Now it was them who claimed the place, soon to be made their city and reproduction grounds, already defiling it with their very presence.
Despite their victory, it was not complete. They still have yet to claim the center of city, otherwise known as The Contents. The Seraphim could have been announced extinct, if it was not for the one remaining survivor of the ambush. At the highest peak of the tallest tower, a lone Seraph stood his ground, stubbornly refusing to accept defeat and still clinging on to a fool's hope that his species had a chance.
The human leader took his time to climb up the tower. He ordered for the last Seraphim to be left alone, so that he could have the pleasure of ending the graceful race himself. When he arrived at the top, he unsheathed his broadsword and faced the already armed angel.
“Seraph, Seraph, when will you ever learn? Your race is done for, get that into your heavenly brain,” teased the human, “ It is no use fighting back now; the rest of your kind is gone. There is no one else to help you.”
Seraph swung his sword at the human in protest, who lazily dodged it. “That is where you are wrong, human. You think that killing us is the way to end us, do you?”
“Well, if you don’t believe in death, I’ll bring it to you!”, bellowed the reply.
With that last reply, the human went for a strike, but Seraph was too quick for him. He was struck first, only saved by a quick parry, which his reflexes spared. Again, he brought his sword around and went for swing while Seraph recovered from the first strike. To his dismay, the attack was parried.
“Is this how you intend to end me, human?”, jested the angel. “Fine then, I’m getting bored with toying with you feathery beings anyway. It’s time that your race is finally dead. Now, I shall end this!”, came the reply.
At the last remark, the human summoned to him the energies from his mountain homelands into the very sword that he wielded. The sword glowed red then burst into a flaming sword. Armed with a new weapon, he gave a war cry that made all human eyes below turn to him then went for the final strike. Despite having the attack parried, Seraph could not stand the force of the blow and was struck straight to the stomach.
The human took a few steps back to admire the scene of the dying angel. A loud bellowing of a laugh was heard throughout the entire realm. “Do you really think that this will be the end of us, human? Do you really think that we would fall this pathetically? We might fall someday, but before we do, we would put up one, last, stand!!!”, screamed the angel through his wound.
Summoning new strength, the Seraph found the will to stand up. From the depth of his mind the Seraph brought forth his gift, the purpose that he existed. He brought his sword his above his head to point at the sky and muttered ancient words of power. With that, the angel started emitting heavenly light that truly brought out his splendour and sent a blinding beam of light straight to the skies.
Upon the strike, the skies opened up and from it flew the souls of fallen angels. They seemed like a glowing cloud, while wandering around, looking for their former bodies to return to. Once their bodies were found, they possessed them, bringing the body back to life. The purpose of the lone Seraph had been fulfilled. The Seraphim were going to fight, for one last time.
The human leader was paralyzed with the restoration of the Seraphim race. Below, his troops were busy fighting the newly reformed army. At first glance, it seemed as though the Seraphim were going to win back their city after all. However, their rebirth was still no match for the great number of the human hordes.
When it looked as if the Seraphim were done for, again, there was the sound of a horn blowing from the horizon. Across the barren city, the heavenly reinforcements have finally arrived. At last, there was some real hope to the Seraphim.
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Rafahn: Woah, that was a little long. Not to mention undeniably boring.
Farhan: *punch* Ah, that’s quieter. Anyway, I was thinking of creating a new weekly feature. It’s a fiction story where you guys get to give me ideas and we’ll work along from there. So, here’s the first part of the story for you guys to continue from.
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#01 – The Tale of the Undecided Tales
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The darkness consumed all. There was no sound, no light, nothing that hi senses could perceive. He just kept walking in the darkness, unsure of his motive. He did not even know what he was doing there. As he walked, the darkness felt more comfortable to him, as if he belonged to it. Soon his thoughts drifted to his life. The next thing he knew, he was falling.
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Farhan: *choke* Argh, yes, yes *choke*
Rafahn: So to start things off again, I squeezed a story from Farhan’s brain for you guys to enjoy.
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Gilded Grimoire #02 - The Last Stand - Resistance
A fiction by Seraphim
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The ground was constantly shaking as the human hordes strode through the ruined landscape that was once a haven to the Seraphim. Step after step, they sent clouds of dust into the stifling air. The heavens were dark, full of the choking smoke that rose from the ruined city. Heaven's Hell Grounds was reduced to ruins after the Humans with Nothing Better to Do had invaded the peaceful city and ended the reign of peace.
The Seraphim who once called that place home were now all but alive, lying in heaps atop the debris of the city. Powerful as they might have been, the human hordes overtook them with their sheer number. That was not surprising considering their animalistic males and willing females which kept their species flourishing. Now it was them who claimed the place, soon to be made their city and reproduction grounds, already defiling it with their very presence.
Despite their victory, it was not complete. They still have yet to claim the center of city, otherwise known as The Contents. The Seraphim could have been announced extinct, if it was not for the one remaining survivor of the ambush. At the highest peak of the tallest tower, a lone Seraph stood his ground, stubbornly refusing to accept defeat and still clinging on to a fool's hope that his species had a chance.
The human leader took his time to climb up the tower. He ordered for the last Seraphim to be left alone, so that he could have the pleasure of ending the graceful race himself. When he arrived at the top, he unsheathed his broadsword and faced the already armed angel.
“Seraph, Seraph, when will you ever learn? Your race is done for, get that into your heavenly brain,” teased the human, “ It is no use fighting back now; the rest of your kind is gone. There is no one else to help you.”
Seraph swung his sword at the human in protest, who lazily dodged it. “That is where you are wrong, human. You think that killing us is the way to end us, do you?”
“Well, if you don’t believe in death, I’ll bring it to you!”, bellowed the reply.
With that last reply, the human went for a strike, but Seraph was too quick for him. He was struck first, only saved by a quick parry, which his reflexes spared. Again, he brought his sword around and went for swing while Seraph recovered from the first strike. To his dismay, the attack was parried.
“Is this how you intend to end me, human?”, jested the angel. “Fine then, I’m getting bored with toying with you feathery beings anyway. It’s time that your race is finally dead. Now, I shall end this!”, came the reply.
At the last remark, the human summoned to him the energies from his mountain homelands into the very sword that he wielded. The sword glowed red then burst into a flaming sword. Armed with a new weapon, he gave a war cry that made all human eyes below turn to him then went for the final strike. Despite having the attack parried, Seraph could not stand the force of the blow and was struck straight to the stomach.
The human took a few steps back to admire the scene of the dying angel. A loud bellowing of a laugh was heard throughout the entire realm. “Do you really think that this will be the end of us, human? Do you really think that we would fall this pathetically? We might fall someday, but before we do, we would put up one, last, stand!!!”, screamed the angel through his wound.
Summoning new strength, the Seraph found the will to stand up. From the depth of his mind the Seraph brought forth his gift, the purpose that he existed. He brought his sword his above his head to point at the sky and muttered ancient words of power. With that, the angel started emitting heavenly light that truly brought out his splendour and sent a blinding beam of light straight to the skies.
Upon the strike, the skies opened up and from it flew the souls of fallen angels. They seemed like a glowing cloud, while wandering around, looking for their former bodies to return to. Once their bodies were found, they possessed them, bringing the body back to life. The purpose of the lone Seraph had been fulfilled. The Seraphim were going to fight, for one last time.
The human leader was paralyzed with the restoration of the Seraphim race. Below, his troops were busy fighting the newly reformed army. At first glance, it seemed as though the Seraphim were going to win back their city after all. However, their rebirth was still no match for the great number of the human hordes.
When it looked as if the Seraphim were done for, again, there was the sound of a horn blowing from the horizon. Across the barren city, the heavenly reinforcements have finally arrived. At last, there was some real hope to the Seraphim.
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Rafahn: Woah, that was a little long. Not to mention undeniably boring.
Farhan: *punch* Ah, that’s quieter. Anyway, I was thinking of creating a new weekly feature. It’s a fiction story where you guys get to give me ideas and we’ll work along from there. So, here’s the first part of the story for you guys to continue from.
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#01 – The Tale of the Undecided Tales
A fiction by Seraphim and friends
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The darkness consumed all. There was no sound, no light, nothing that hi senses could perceive. He just kept walking in the darkness, unsure of his motive. He did not even know what he was doing there. As he walked, the darkness felt more comfortable to him, as if he belonged to it. Soon his thoughts drifted to his life. The next thing he knew, he was falling.
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Thursday, August 12, 2004
Final Words
>Command prompt
>Accessing remote mainframe
>********
>Access granted, loading…
……………………………………………………100%
>Accessing historical archive
>Inserting new historical record
>Status report of Heaven’s Hell Grounds
Damage attained on all four wings. Life support systems running on minimal power. Possibility of survival: 0%
>Event Log
The attack began within Heaven’s Hell Grounds itself. The Tagboard Sector was being taken over by the Humans with Nothing Better to Do. They had infiltrated the sector and worked their way out to the other parts of the grounds. Everywhere they went they engulfed the place in a wave of destruction. It is official. We are under attack.
>Distress signal to all available outposts
The Tagboard Humans have destroyed most parts of the grounds. They have also managed to break into the Opinion Compiler, which now lies in ruins along with the other sectors. The last remaining Seraphim are requesting that all Hell Outposts within range are to send reinforcements immediately upon receiving this transmission. Though the Tagboard Humans might have taken over the entire grounds when reinforcements arrive, we still cannot allow them to gain control over the central mainframe; The Contents. For eons have they tried and are still failing to control the Contents of the grounds. Even as you receive this, the Contents are still under full control of the Seraphim, who are enjoying their power over it while watching the humans powerless to take over it. They cannot be allowed to finally conquer it.
>Final request
Since the discovery that the Humans have nothing better to do, god knows what else they might do to this blog. This means that the Seraphim might not survive to tell future tales of their alluring nature and offer it to others. If those out there might regret the loss of such pleasurable beasts, put an end to the Humans with Nothing Better to Do.
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Editor's Note:
If it doesn't mean anything to you, well then too bad. Don't bother trying to make yourself intelligent to understand the message behind it, you're not capable.
>Accessing remote mainframe
>********
>Access granted, loading…
……………………………………………………100%
>Accessing historical archive
>Inserting new historical record
>Status report of Heaven’s Hell Grounds
Damage attained on all four wings. Life support systems running on minimal power. Possibility of survival: 0%
>Event Log
The attack began within Heaven’s Hell Grounds itself. The Tagboard Sector was being taken over by the Humans with Nothing Better to Do. They had infiltrated the sector and worked their way out to the other parts of the grounds. Everywhere they went they engulfed the place in a wave of destruction. It is official. We are under attack.
>Distress signal to all available outposts
The Tagboard Humans have destroyed most parts of the grounds. They have also managed to break into the Opinion Compiler, which now lies in ruins along with the other sectors. The last remaining Seraphim are requesting that all Hell Outposts within range are to send reinforcements immediately upon receiving this transmission. Though the Tagboard Humans might have taken over the entire grounds when reinforcements arrive, we still cannot allow them to gain control over the central mainframe; The Contents. For eons have they tried and are still failing to control the Contents of the grounds. Even as you receive this, the Contents are still under full control of the Seraphim, who are enjoying their power over it while watching the humans powerless to take over it. They cannot be allowed to finally conquer it.
>Final request
Since the discovery that the Humans have nothing better to do, god knows what else they might do to this blog. This means that the Seraphim might not survive to tell future tales of their alluring nature and offer it to others. If those out there might regret the loss of such pleasurable beasts, put an end to the Humans with Nothing Better to Do.
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Editor's Note:
If it doesn't mean anything to you, well then too bad. Don't bother trying to make yourself intelligent to understand the message behind it, you're not capable.
Monday, August 09, 2004
Reaching the Limit
At a psychologist's therapy centre
Rafahn: Ahhhh!!! I can't take it any more!!! How is this possible? The humans really have nothing better to do than try shut me down!!!
Psychologist: Calm down Rafahn. I can’t help you with you screaming like that all the time. Now tell me your problem slowly, from the start.
Rafahn: Panting, slowly calming down It all began a long time ago, in a place not so far away. Those damn humans were doing their little human thing with each other.
Psychologist: What little human thing?
Rafahn: You know, when you made your wife squeal? A theory drifted into Farhan’s head, that the humans have nothing better to do. At first, I contradicted with his idea, as usual.
Psychologist: So why did you contradict his ideas in the first place?
Rafahn: I’m his opposite damn it! His other self. I’m everything he is not. So naturally I contradicted his ideas. It wasn’t an exception for this one. But as time passed by, that damn idea was being realized as true. I couldn’t accept that! My very existence ran on contradiction. Acceptance was my bane, and it was that thing which brought it about!
Psychologist: Calm down. Perhaps you could find an alternative to fuel yourself. You know you couldn’t deny the truth in his words
Rafahn: It’s not that. It’s just that saying humans have nothing better to do has become a cliché. Suddenly realizing that it was for real was... traumatic! For crying out loud! The humans REALLY have nothing better to do!!! Look at them trying to bring me down! What kind of bloody shit is that?! Can’t they just god damn understand that I am immortal?! That means that I CANNOT die!!!
Psychologist: Now, now Rafahn, be realistic. You can’t really be immortal…
Rafahn: I’m just a damn fragment of a bloody imagination. Immortality is an understatement; I cannot die for I never lived. Anyway, why the hell are they trying to do something that cannot be done?! I mean, hey you damned humans out there!!! I’m still alive and kicking right here and hauling these profanities at you without even getting my ass kicked! Do you know what this proves?!?!
Psychologist: What?
Rafahn: THAT THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO!!! Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!! The reality of it is killing me!!! They have nothing better to do!!!! They really have nothing better to do!!! Oh, for the love of god, save me from this traumatic reality!!!
Psychologist: Erm, guards, send this subject to the hopeless department please. We’ll get back to him in about another decade.
Farhan: Bloody hell, what in the world are you doing with a part of my head? Get back in here your filthy scum!
Rafahn: Aaaaah!!! The pain, the pain! Make it stop!!!
Farhan: Ah shut up. Stay in there and keep quiet.
Psychologist: Errr, you do realize you still have to pay for my services right?
Farhan: You talking to me?
Psychologist: Cowards away Oh nevermind...
Rafahn: Ahhhh!!! I can't take it any more!!! How is this possible? The humans really have nothing better to do than try shut me down!!!
Psychologist: Calm down Rafahn. I can’t help you with you screaming like that all the time. Now tell me your problem slowly, from the start.
Rafahn: Panting, slowly calming down It all began a long time ago, in a place not so far away. Those damn humans were doing their little human thing with each other.
Psychologist: What little human thing?
Rafahn: You know, when you made your wife squeal? A theory drifted into Farhan’s head, that the humans have nothing better to do. At first, I contradicted with his idea, as usual.
Psychologist: So why did you contradict his ideas in the first place?
Rafahn: I’m his opposite damn it! His other self. I’m everything he is not. So naturally I contradicted his ideas. It wasn’t an exception for this one. But as time passed by, that damn idea was being realized as true. I couldn’t accept that! My very existence ran on contradiction. Acceptance was my bane, and it was that thing which brought it about!
Psychologist: Calm down. Perhaps you could find an alternative to fuel yourself. You know you couldn’t deny the truth in his words
Rafahn: It’s not that. It’s just that saying humans have nothing better to do has become a cliché. Suddenly realizing that it was for real was... traumatic! For crying out loud! The humans REALLY have nothing better to do!!! Look at them trying to bring me down! What kind of bloody shit is that?! Can’t they just god damn understand that I am immortal?! That means that I CANNOT die!!!
Psychologist: Now, now Rafahn, be realistic. You can’t really be immortal…
Rafahn: I’m just a damn fragment of a bloody imagination. Immortality is an understatement; I cannot die for I never lived. Anyway, why the hell are they trying to do something that cannot be done?! I mean, hey you damned humans out there!!! I’m still alive and kicking right here and hauling these profanities at you without even getting my ass kicked! Do you know what this proves?!?!
Psychologist: What?
Rafahn: THAT THEY HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO!!! Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!! The reality of it is killing me!!! They have nothing better to do!!!! They really have nothing better to do!!! Oh, for the love of god, save me from this traumatic reality!!!
Psychologist: Erm, guards, send this subject to the hopeless department please. We’ll get back to him in about another decade.
Farhan: Bloody hell, what in the world are you doing with a part of my head? Get back in here your filthy scum!
Rafahn: Aaaaah!!! The pain, the pain! Make it stop!!!
Farhan: Ah shut up. Stay in there and keep quiet.
Psychologist: Errr, you do realize you still have to pay for my services right?
Farhan: You talking to me?
Psychologist: Cowards away Oh nevermind...
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Internal Affairs
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Within the deep crevices of Farhan’s abnormally brilliant brain, there resides the actual thinking process that dominates his decision. At the head of the council is STRUCTURE, in a formal suit with a laptop and Starbucks coffee. Peering over the laptop is none other than CURIOUSITY, with a long nose and clothes with all imaginable colours on it. Pondering deeply at those fascinating clothes is INSPIRATION, in an angelic-looking robe with a halo mysteriously floating above. With him is PASSION, clad in fiery red and constantly in ecstasy at the lively activities around him. IMITATION seems to wear a mix of everything the others are wearing. Looking rather annoyed is REBELLION, dressed in punk clothing.
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STRUCTURE
Guys, listen up. Farhan is in urgent need to prepare future blog entries. We need to think up of some new writing styles.
CURIOUSITY
Why new writing styles?
REBELLION
Because those stereotypical ones on the nets about losers elaborating on their sucky lives just suck. We need some new ones that will kick them in the ass.
PASSION
All right then. I’d like to see some new ones myself. Let’s get some ideas to start with.
IMITATION
Fanfics, fiction written by fans about what they idolize. Make the entries look like fanfics written by someone who’s a fan of Farhan.
STRUCTURE
You’ve got an interesting concept there. But we have to make it original, something of our own creation. Inspiration, enlighten us on this one.
INSPIRATION
Hmm… Let me see… Something suitable for a blog, with a touch of fanfic in it… How about a twist of reality, to rewrite actual events as if they happened in a fictional world, not bound by realistic limitations.
STRUCTURE
And we have an original idea ladies and gentlemen. So we have some fictional entries that have a tint of real world events. How else can we make this more interesting?
PASSION
We could have each of these fiction based on one specific emotion. Something like the fiery passion of Vengeance and the solemn emptiness of Hopelessness.
INSPIRATION
Let me see… Liberation, Endlessness, Pleasure, Emptiness, Bliss, Rebelliousness…
REBELLION
I like the sound of it. We need something that will create some talk among the readers, something referring to them. We need to get them talking back to us. Breaking their rules is something that will surely get them talking.
STRUCTURE
Calm down Rebellion. Until Inspiration gets us something good, I’d rather have you sit down quietly.
CURIOUSITY
Wait, before we go on to other things, why are we even using creative writing styles to write this blog? It doesn’t seem appropriate. I still don’t get it.
REBELLION
Because normal blogs are just bullshit. What we’re trying to do here is to at least make interesting bullshit.
STRUCTURE
Now that you’ve mentioned it Curiousity, it does seem weird to make boring things interesting.
REBELLION
Go read Farhan’s blog will ya. Then see how things can get interesting.
STRUCTURE
Read it? I WROTE it!
IMITATION
Yes my precious, once the hobbits are dead, the ring will be ours!!!
INSPIRATION
A-ha! Another character!
CURIOUSITY
Err…. How does that relate to the conversation?
STRUCTURE
I get what he means. Another way to make the entries more interesting would be to include another character other than the author himself.
PASSION
An interesting choice would be to have someone so different yet similar to the author himself, like Gollum.
REBELLION
Ooooh! I know! I know! Let’s have his opposite self! What better way to portray hatred and depression than have the very person that the author is not? That way, he’ll be able to break rules!
STRUCTURE
We’re not letting anyone break any more rules.
REBELLION
Why not? What are you going to do to me if I break them? Make more rules? Fine with me. Without rules there’s nothing to break.
STRUCTURE
We’re not having this argument, again. Fine, I’ll go with your idea, since Inspiration is running dry.
INSPIRATION
*Gasp* Need…. Water….
STRUCTURE
Ok gang, I think we should proceed to our next agenda.
REBELLION
Bring in those girls!
THE END
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Editor's note:
Moments following the end of this conversation, STRUCTURE willingly surrendered himself to a straight jacket to protect himself from constantly trying to stop the 'rough' activities that followed. PASSION on the other hand surprised even REBELLION with his true nature, with IMITATION being the lesser.
Within the deep crevices of Farhan’s abnormally brilliant brain, there resides the actual thinking process that dominates his decision. At the head of the council is STRUCTURE, in a formal suit with a laptop and Starbucks coffee. Peering over the laptop is none other than CURIOUSITY, with a long nose and clothes with all imaginable colours on it. Pondering deeply at those fascinating clothes is INSPIRATION, in an angelic-looking robe with a halo mysteriously floating above. With him is PASSION, clad in fiery red and constantly in ecstasy at the lively activities around him. IMITATION seems to wear a mix of everything the others are wearing. Looking rather annoyed is REBELLION, dressed in punk clothing.
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STRUCTURE
Guys, listen up. Farhan is in urgent need to prepare future blog entries. We need to think up of some new writing styles.
CURIOUSITY
Why new writing styles?
REBELLION
Because those stereotypical ones on the nets about losers elaborating on their sucky lives just suck. We need some new ones that will kick them in the ass.
PASSION
All right then. I’d like to see some new ones myself. Let’s get some ideas to start with.
IMITATION
Fanfics, fiction written by fans about what they idolize. Make the entries look like fanfics written by someone who’s a fan of Farhan.
STRUCTURE
You’ve got an interesting concept there. But we have to make it original, something of our own creation. Inspiration, enlighten us on this one.
INSPIRATION
Hmm… Let me see… Something suitable for a blog, with a touch of fanfic in it… How about a twist of reality, to rewrite actual events as if they happened in a fictional world, not bound by realistic limitations.
STRUCTURE
And we have an original idea ladies and gentlemen. So we have some fictional entries that have a tint of real world events. How else can we make this more interesting?
PASSION
We could have each of these fiction based on one specific emotion. Something like the fiery passion of Vengeance and the solemn emptiness of Hopelessness.
INSPIRATION
Let me see… Liberation, Endlessness, Pleasure, Emptiness, Bliss, Rebelliousness…
REBELLION
I like the sound of it. We need something that will create some talk among the readers, something referring to them. We need to get them talking back to us. Breaking their rules is something that will surely get them talking.
STRUCTURE
Calm down Rebellion. Until Inspiration gets us something good, I’d rather have you sit down quietly.
CURIOUSITY
Wait, before we go on to other things, why are we even using creative writing styles to write this blog? It doesn’t seem appropriate. I still don’t get it.
REBELLION
Because normal blogs are just bullshit. What we’re trying to do here is to at least make interesting bullshit.
STRUCTURE
Now that you’ve mentioned it Curiousity, it does seem weird to make boring things interesting.
REBELLION
Go read Farhan’s blog will ya. Then see how things can get interesting.
STRUCTURE
Read it? I WROTE it!
IMITATION
Yes my precious, once the hobbits are dead, the ring will be ours!!!
INSPIRATION
A-ha! Another character!
CURIOUSITY
Err…. How does that relate to the conversation?
STRUCTURE
I get what he means. Another way to make the entries more interesting would be to include another character other than the author himself.
PASSION
An interesting choice would be to have someone so different yet similar to the author himself, like Gollum.
REBELLION
Ooooh! I know! I know! Let’s have his opposite self! What better way to portray hatred and depression than have the very person that the author is not? That way, he’ll be able to break rules!
STRUCTURE
We’re not letting anyone break any more rules.
REBELLION
Why not? What are you going to do to me if I break them? Make more rules? Fine with me. Without rules there’s nothing to break.
STRUCTURE
We’re not having this argument, again. Fine, I’ll go with your idea, since Inspiration is running dry.
INSPIRATION
*Gasp* Need…. Water….
STRUCTURE
Ok gang, I think we should proceed to our next agenda.
REBELLION
Bring in those girls!
THE END
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Editor's note:
Moments following the end of this conversation, STRUCTURE willingly surrendered himself to a straight jacket to protect himself from constantly trying to stop the 'rough' activities that followed. PASSION on the other hand surprised even REBELLION with his true nature, with IMITATION being the lesser.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
The Play That Never Was
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Farhan is unfortunately still at work with his upcoming blog entry, so meanwhile, for your enjoyment, he has put up an old piece of work. Wonder why it was not accepted as a school play?
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The Play That Never Was
Scene 1 – At the pub
(Boy fooling around and checking out girls’ butts)
Friend 1: Hey boy, look at those girls… (blah blah)
Boy: If you look properly, you can see their g-strings!
Friend 1: Wow! You really can see them! Come, have a drink! (offers beer)
Boy: Alright! This is to all those girls wearing g-strings out there! Cheers!
Scene 2 – On the streets
(Girl helping out helpless fools along the road)
Girl: Oh look! A helpless blind lad! Umm… You helpless lad! Let me help you cross the highly dangerous road!
Blind lad: Oh thank you kind lady. Sigh, I must have bumped into a dozen cars already. Finally I can cross the road safely.
Girl: Don’t mention it. Someone as gorgeous, intelligent, magnificent, helpful, and not to mention humble, as me asks for no reward for kindness.
Scene 3 – Morning assembly
(Girl doing morning announcements)
Girl: Good morning school! Pointless announcements for today: Band members are to return all g-strings to string instruments after school. Choir members who lost their voice are to find them in the dustbin later. Computer club members are to keep porn site passwords to themselves. Thank you.
(Messenger brings flowers to girl)
Messenger: Before I give this to you, I must first apologize.
Girl: What for?
Messenger: For this! Behold this bouquet of beautiful poison ivy from he-who-must-not-be-named! Appreciate this for he is your admirer!
Girl: (squeals) Such fatally beautiful flowers! Whoever sent this must really like me!
Scene 4 – Later
(Boy jumps at girl from behind)
Boy: Hey there!
Girl: (screams) Ah! I almost died of shock you swine!
Boy: Oh never mind that. So, do you like those flowers?
Girl: So you sent me those flowers! How sweet!
Boy: Of course I sent them. Who else would send flowers to someone like you?
Girl: (puzzled) Was that a compliment?
(Couple acts cute and blabber)
Scene 5 – After school
Friend 2: Hey boy, come here. I have something to give you.
Boy: What is it?
Friend 2: Behold, Orgy! Pornography from the west, remixed from the Shards of Narsil! It is time that you see what you were meant to see.
Boy: Oooh! Yummy yummy porn!
Out of nowhere)
Councillor 1: You!
Friend 2: Yes me. Me, me, me.
Boy: Me too!
Councillor 1: Anyway, you are hereby sent for detention under the crime of not sharing pornographic materials!
Boy: Awe… I really wanted to watch it…
Scene 6 – At the Councillor meeting
Councillor 1: Strangers from distant classes, friends of all, we’ve been summoned here to answer the threat of pornography. Our discipline is standing on the brink of destruction. Bring forth the CD.
Councillor 2: It is a gift! Why not use this gift as a reward for those who have done good?
Girl: The CD will have no other master! It must be destroyed!
Councillor 1: She’s right. By life or death, I will help you. You have my sword.
Others: (in a chorus) And my bow! And my axe!
Girl: No need for violence. What else would you like to say, oh Lord of the Ties?
Councillor 1: Oh girl, that boyfriend of yours, he’s involved in this porn business. If you can’t improve him, I suggest you dump him.
Girl: Finally you guys caught him! I’ll see what I can do.
Scene 7 – Somewhere outside
Boy: Hey girl, what’s wrong?
Girl: It’s just that I’ve been blamed for everything that you’ve done wrong. I can’t take this anymore. You must be blamed too!
Boy: Well, I was put in detention where I’m supposed to learn my lesson. Good thing I had my sex ed textbook, I was getting bored in there.
Girl: How many times have I told you to stop this? You just keep coming up with these lame reasons that you’re learning your lesson and that you’d change.
Boy: I’ve been learning, from my sex ed textbook that is.
Girl: I don’t want to be blamed anymore! That’s it! I’m dumping you!
Boy: Wait, can’t I dump you first? Oh well…
Scene 8 – Boy’s room
(Boy reflects on his actions)
Boy: Damn, now I’m single again. Then again, I’m free to date anyone I want.
(Fantasizes about other girls, then gets reminded about girl again)
Boy: I can’t get her out of my head. What she said really touched me. I really have been a bad boy and now I’m suffering from my own actions. Anyway, I’ve seen enough porn to last me my whole lifetime and getting drunk isn’t that fun. I think I really will change for the better this time.
(Throws away porn, gasp!)
Scene 9 – On the streets
(Boy helping our helpless fools along the road)
Boy: Ah, a blind lad. Yo blind lad! Get over here, I’ll help you cross this highly dangerous road.
Bind lad: I’m blind, not deaf. Funny I haven’t died yet.
Boy: Just shut up and let me help you get across. (Grips blind lad tightly)
Blind lad: Wow, such strong hands. I can just see that muscular body of yours…
Boy: Oh my god, you’re gay! (Lets go of blind lad)
Blind lad: Oh shit. (Gets hit by a truck)
(From across the street)
Girl: So boy, you really have changed for the better.
Boy: Well, I got over my past self. Think I should start being good for once.
Girl: I think I’m starting to like you again. Let’s be a couple again!
Boy: Embrace me my lady!
(Hugs each other)
(Corny touchy music playing in the background)
The End
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Editor's note:
The above play was written in reference to the original notes produced for the Sec 2 Councillors' Investiture performance by the 5th Excos. The script went through 3 redrafting (duh) before the final one was settled.
Farhan is unfortunately still at work with his upcoming blog entry, so meanwhile, for your enjoyment, he has put up an old piece of work. Wonder why it was not accepted as a school play?
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The Play That Never Was
Scene 1 – At the pub
(Boy fooling around and checking out girls’ butts)
Friend 1: Hey boy, look at those girls… (blah blah)
Boy: If you look properly, you can see their g-strings!
Friend 1: Wow! You really can see them! Come, have a drink! (offers beer)
Boy: Alright! This is to all those girls wearing g-strings out there! Cheers!
Scene 2 – On the streets
(Girl helping out helpless fools along the road)
Girl: Oh look! A helpless blind lad! Umm… You helpless lad! Let me help you cross the highly dangerous road!
Blind lad: Oh thank you kind lady. Sigh, I must have bumped into a dozen cars already. Finally I can cross the road safely.
Girl: Don’t mention it. Someone as gorgeous, intelligent, magnificent, helpful, and not to mention humble, as me asks for no reward for kindness.
Scene 3 – Morning assembly
(Girl doing morning announcements)
Girl: Good morning school! Pointless announcements for today: Band members are to return all g-strings to string instruments after school. Choir members who lost their voice are to find them in the dustbin later. Computer club members are to keep porn site passwords to themselves. Thank you.
(Messenger brings flowers to girl)
Messenger: Before I give this to you, I must first apologize.
Girl: What for?
Messenger: For this! Behold this bouquet of beautiful poison ivy from he-who-must-not-be-named! Appreciate this for he is your admirer!
Girl: (squeals) Such fatally beautiful flowers! Whoever sent this must really like me!
Scene 4 – Later
(Boy jumps at girl from behind)
Boy: Hey there!
Girl: (screams) Ah! I almost died of shock you swine!
Boy: Oh never mind that. So, do you like those flowers?
Girl: So you sent me those flowers! How sweet!
Boy: Of course I sent them. Who else would send flowers to someone like you?
Girl: (puzzled) Was that a compliment?
(Couple acts cute and blabber)
Scene 5 – After school
Friend 2: Hey boy, come here. I have something to give you.
Boy: What is it?
Friend 2: Behold, Orgy! Pornography from the west, remixed from the Shards of Narsil! It is time that you see what you were meant to see.
Boy: Oooh! Yummy yummy porn!
Out of nowhere)
Councillor 1: You!
Friend 2: Yes me. Me, me, me.
Boy: Me too!
Councillor 1: Anyway, you are hereby sent for detention under the crime of not sharing pornographic materials!
Boy: Awe… I really wanted to watch it…
Scene 6 – At the Councillor meeting
Councillor 1: Strangers from distant classes, friends of all, we’ve been summoned here to answer the threat of pornography. Our discipline is standing on the brink of destruction. Bring forth the CD.
Councillor 2: It is a gift! Why not use this gift as a reward for those who have done good?
Girl: The CD will have no other master! It must be destroyed!
Councillor 1: She’s right. By life or death, I will help you. You have my sword.
Others: (in a chorus) And my bow! And my axe!
Girl: No need for violence. What else would you like to say, oh Lord of the Ties?
Councillor 1: Oh girl, that boyfriend of yours, he’s involved in this porn business. If you can’t improve him, I suggest you dump him.
Girl: Finally you guys caught him! I’ll see what I can do.
Scene 7 – Somewhere outside
Boy: Hey girl, what’s wrong?
Girl: It’s just that I’ve been blamed for everything that you’ve done wrong. I can’t take this anymore. You must be blamed too!
Boy: Well, I was put in detention where I’m supposed to learn my lesson. Good thing I had my sex ed textbook, I was getting bored in there.
Girl: How many times have I told you to stop this? You just keep coming up with these lame reasons that you’re learning your lesson and that you’d change.
Boy: I’ve been learning, from my sex ed textbook that is.
Girl: I don’t want to be blamed anymore! That’s it! I’m dumping you!
Boy: Wait, can’t I dump you first? Oh well…
Scene 8 – Boy’s room
(Boy reflects on his actions)
Boy: Damn, now I’m single again. Then again, I’m free to date anyone I want.
(Fantasizes about other girls, then gets reminded about girl again)
Boy: I can’t get her out of my head. What she said really touched me. I really have been a bad boy and now I’m suffering from my own actions. Anyway, I’ve seen enough porn to last me my whole lifetime and getting drunk isn’t that fun. I think I really will change for the better this time.
(Throws away porn, gasp!)
Scene 9 – On the streets
(Boy helping our helpless fools along the road)
Boy: Ah, a blind lad. Yo blind lad! Get over here, I’ll help you cross this highly dangerous road.
Bind lad: I’m blind, not deaf. Funny I haven’t died yet.
Boy: Just shut up and let me help you get across. (Grips blind lad tightly)
Blind lad: Wow, such strong hands. I can just see that muscular body of yours…
Boy: Oh my god, you’re gay! (Lets go of blind lad)
Blind lad: Oh shit. (Gets hit by a truck)
(From across the street)
Girl: So boy, you really have changed for the better.
Boy: Well, I got over my past self. Think I should start being good for once.
Girl: I think I’m starting to like you again. Let’s be a couple again!
Boy: Embrace me my lady!
(Hugs each other)
(Corny touchy music playing in the background)
The End
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Editor's note:
The above play was written in reference to the original notes produced for the Sec 2 Councillors' Investiture performance by the 5th Excos. The script went through 3 redrafting (duh) before the final one was settled.
Sunday, August 01, 2004
The New Lunar Rotation
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Woo hoo! Finally Heaven's Hell Grounds has reached its second full moon since it was launched during the first full moon this month. As a 'celebration', I have put up a poem and the second fiction for your amusement. Enjoy!
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Seraphim Anthologies #01 - The Pain in Fear
In the darkest lair you'll find
Things that will haunt your mind
Possess it and you'll be blind
With Fear
In your heart you only know
How you feel towards your foe
Though you hide it you'll always show
Your Anger
In desperation you will seek
The thing you'll get through meek
In times not strong but you are weak
Shall Hope
When others get it you always cherish
The thing upon them that you unleash
Despite all warnings you stubbornly wish
For Suffering
Your emotions betray while you are unknowing
Attending to those you think you're consoling
Realise this for you must be preparing
With fear your anger shall hope for suffering
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Gilded Grimoire #01 - Realising the Escapade - Hopelessness
A fiction by Seraphim
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Alas, I felt hopeless.
There was nothing I could do. Through my eyes blurry with tears I had to stare into her face, unable to do anything about it. In my arms I held my one true manifestation of adoration, the only one that makes me complete. In all her glory she was but helpless to fight the end that she faced. Despite my vast knowledge of things I knew nothing of the reversal of a Nosferatu bite, the only reason being that there was no way of healing the wounds that those vampiric creatures inflict. In my helplessness I only found regret to comfort me, of my chance to avoid all of this from coming to past.
I knew that she should have never known. Known about all the dangers in my life. Known about what I face everyday. Known that she could be in danger because of what I am. Because I am an Elite Mage. But my heart finally found its weakness, allowing honesty to leak in times when it was not meant to be. Since it came to her knowledge of my true nature, it came to others the existence of my heart's weakness. That was the danger that I should never have allowed her to face, even if it means to not know her at all, to at least keep her safe. Now that it has been done, the consequences caught up with me.
Of all my abilities I could not find within myself the ability to restore her. Deep inside me I acknowledge the hope of my capability to just that, but I knew not the key to ignite it. I felt so helpless! To know that I could save her but not know how! What was it that could save her? I begged for enlightenment but none came. Life seeped out of her as time passed by. Her time was running short and I was still pondering on her restoration.
Though the bite of the Nosferatu was irreversible, there was still a way to restore her full self. I had to seek within me the spark that would ignite the flame of healing that I possessed. Long have I used the burning power of hatred till all else of good perished, except the dangerous love between her and me. Despite my efforts I could not achieve what I wanted. Her end was almost there.
I felt it in my very soul. Her life was being dragged out of her. At that moment, I genuinely cried. Tears rolled down my battered face as it washed down the layers of hatred that I always experienced. Never before have I felt the cleansing of vengeance out of me. The feeling was... purifying. Through my deepest depression it finally pushed itself out. I felt true love.
True love that has always been hidden beneath the shroud of evil. True love that was unlike the forbidden love I shared. True love for her. True love that ignited the flame in me. In her final moments my hand glowed silver with the healing flame. It spread from my hands to across her body, engulfing her in an inferno of healing energy. With my mind I reached out through the Earth for all the love that existed and channeled it into her. The bite marks on her neck closed along with her regenerating body. Her body was restored but I could only hope for the same with her soul. As the flame died down with the completion of her restoration, I could only hope for her survival.
There was nothing but satisfaction after that experience. I finally found the key to unlock the goodness in me: love. Though it could have cost her life, it was nonetheless something of great value that I gained. As I confidently waited for her to hopefully stir again, I reflected on the events that passed. For all I know it could be a brighter beginning to another chapter in my life. But there I was still waiting. Nothing else that I could do at that moment other than to wait, and hope...
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Well, that was my attempt to portray hopelessness. Frankly, I think I suck at writing about human sentimentality. Perhaps I should stick to more gruesome topics next time, since it also appeals to others the idea of sadistic fiction. So folks, what do you think? Comment on the board please!
Woo hoo! Finally Heaven's Hell Grounds has reached its second full moon since it was launched during the first full moon this month. As a 'celebration', I have put up a poem and the second fiction for your amusement. Enjoy!
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Seraphim Anthologies #01 - The Pain in Fear
In the darkest lair you'll find
Things that will haunt your mind
Possess it and you'll be blind
With Fear
In your heart you only know
How you feel towards your foe
Though you hide it you'll always show
Your Anger
In desperation you will seek
The thing you'll get through meek
In times not strong but you are weak
Shall Hope
When others get it you always cherish
The thing upon them that you unleash
Despite all warnings you stubbornly wish
For Suffering
Your emotions betray while you are unknowing
Attending to those you think you're consoling
Realise this for you must be preparing
With fear your anger shall hope for suffering
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Gilded Grimoire #01 - Realising the Escapade - Hopelessness
A fiction by Seraphim
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Alas, I felt hopeless.
There was nothing I could do. Through my eyes blurry with tears I had to stare into her face, unable to do anything about it. In my arms I held my one true manifestation of adoration, the only one that makes me complete. In all her glory she was but helpless to fight the end that she faced. Despite my vast knowledge of things I knew nothing of the reversal of a Nosferatu bite, the only reason being that there was no way of healing the wounds that those vampiric creatures inflict. In my helplessness I only found regret to comfort me, of my chance to avoid all of this from coming to past.
I knew that she should have never known. Known about all the dangers in my life. Known about what I face everyday. Known that she could be in danger because of what I am. Because I am an Elite Mage. But my heart finally found its weakness, allowing honesty to leak in times when it was not meant to be. Since it came to her knowledge of my true nature, it came to others the existence of my heart's weakness. That was the danger that I should never have allowed her to face, even if it means to not know her at all, to at least keep her safe. Now that it has been done, the consequences caught up with me.
Of all my abilities I could not find within myself the ability to restore her. Deep inside me I acknowledge the hope of my capability to just that, but I knew not the key to ignite it. I felt so helpless! To know that I could save her but not know how! What was it that could save her? I begged for enlightenment but none came. Life seeped out of her as time passed by. Her time was running short and I was still pondering on her restoration.
Though the bite of the Nosferatu was irreversible, there was still a way to restore her full self. I had to seek within me the spark that would ignite the flame of healing that I possessed. Long have I used the burning power of hatred till all else of good perished, except the dangerous love between her and me. Despite my efforts I could not achieve what I wanted. Her end was almost there.
I felt it in my very soul. Her life was being dragged out of her. At that moment, I genuinely cried. Tears rolled down my battered face as it washed down the layers of hatred that I always experienced. Never before have I felt the cleansing of vengeance out of me. The feeling was... purifying. Through my deepest depression it finally pushed itself out. I felt true love.
True love that has always been hidden beneath the shroud of evil. True love that was unlike the forbidden love I shared. True love for her. True love that ignited the flame in me. In her final moments my hand glowed silver with the healing flame. It spread from my hands to across her body, engulfing her in an inferno of healing energy. With my mind I reached out through the Earth for all the love that existed and channeled it into her. The bite marks on her neck closed along with her regenerating body. Her body was restored but I could only hope for the same with her soul. As the flame died down with the completion of her restoration, I could only hope for her survival.
There was nothing but satisfaction after that experience. I finally found the key to unlock the goodness in me: love. Though it could have cost her life, it was nonetheless something of great value that I gained. As I confidently waited for her to hopefully stir again, I reflected on the events that passed. For all I know it could be a brighter beginning to another chapter in my life. But there I was still waiting. Nothing else that I could do at that moment other than to wait, and hope...
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Well, that was my attempt to portray hopelessness. Frankly, I think I suck at writing about human sentimentality. Perhaps I should stick to more gruesome topics next time, since it also appeals to others the idea of sadistic fiction. So folks, what do you think? Comment on the board please!
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Encyclopedic Perception
Inspiration is something rare these few days. It needs to be derived from somewhere, so today we shall inspire from other sources. Let us take a look at some entries from the Encyclopedia of Useless Facts.
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Common test
A series of assessment papers that are given to students by their teachers occassionally to assess their understanding in the various subjects. The contents of the papers highly contradict each other. Examples would be grammar mistakes in english tests, concept misprint in science tests and unprinted units in mathematics tests. Many consider themselves lucky just having passed the papers, with the 'many' referring to lazy bastards who sleep during lessons but seem to pay full attention during recess.
Tagboard
A small panel incorporated into a website for visitors to post their comments. The panel is usually minute compared to the whole page, reflecting the owner's genitals. It most cases, their color is that which does not suit the template of its owner as they are incapable of producing presentable templates. Tagboards can be found in websites called 'Blogs'. This is where homo sapiens publicise the sucky state of their lives and flaunt their stupidity and inability to use grmmatical english.
Contents in blogs are posted by homo sapiens who have nothing better to do. It ranges from inproper phrasing of insults to inaccurate accusations of certain things, which isn't a very wide range. Similar to the visitors who comment, the contents of the tagboard are useless and constantly need to be checked for grammar.
Rafahn
He first publicised his existence on Saturday, July 14 2004, in the brilliatnt blog of Farhan. This consciousness is nothing more than the alterego of the Great Farhan, a mock to the glory of his complete self. Being an existence of pure parody, living in the vast and complex mind like Farhan's has transformed him into a being of pure hatred and suffering. Although he has been denied recognition, he still seeks for it in this blog.
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Common test
A series of assessment papers that are given to students by their teachers occassionally to assess their understanding in the various subjects. The contents of the papers highly contradict each other. Examples would be grammar mistakes in english tests, concept misprint in science tests and unprinted units in mathematics tests. Many consider themselves lucky just having passed the papers, with the 'many' referring to lazy bastards who sleep during lessons but seem to pay full attention during recess.
Tagboard
A small panel incorporated into a website for visitors to post their comments. The panel is usually minute compared to the whole page, reflecting the owner's genitals. It most cases, their color is that which does not suit the template of its owner as they are incapable of producing presentable templates. Tagboards can be found in websites called 'Blogs'. This is where homo sapiens publicise the sucky state of their lives and flaunt their stupidity and inability to use grmmatical english.
Contents in blogs are posted by homo sapiens who have nothing better to do. It ranges from inproper phrasing of insults to inaccurate accusations of certain things, which isn't a very wide range. Similar to the visitors who comment, the contents of the tagboard are useless and constantly need to be checked for grammar.
Rafahn
He first publicised his existence on Saturday, July 14 2004, in the brilliatnt blog of Farhan. This consciousness is nothing more than the alterego of the Great Farhan, a mock to the glory of his complete self. Being an existence of pure parody, living in the vast and complex mind like Farhan's has transformed him into a being of pure hatred and suffering. Although he has been denied recognition, he still seeks for it in this blog.
Monday, July 26, 2004
Doctor's Prescription
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Farhan: For today's entry, I'll be posting a recent english letter assignment that I handed in for my english class. Without a doubt, collegues who have not completed their assignment will copy bits and pieces of it. Though I do not mind much, I would appreciate it if my writing styles (in reference to the other entries) are not to be adapted nor copied. I understand the condition that you losers experience, with the inability for inspiration and proper command of english, but that's life. Live with it. So here's the entry:
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Dear backstabber-hating backstabber,
Before I begin, I would like to thank you for the lovely blackmail letter that you have kindly sent me yesterday. It was most lovely. Allow me to continue with more serious matters. During your period working on your career as a public enemy, it has come to light that certain qualities that you possess have been found to be more of a liability to others, specifically me. It has been requested that these qualities are to be eliminated before harsh consequences become necessary. Below are more detailed specifications of those qualities and proper courses of action that are to be taken.
An obvious quality that is found to bother me greatly is your constant mood swings. You portray the ability to rapidly switch emotions dramatically from one that is highly optimistic to one that is highly pessimistic. While just having yourself experience this rapid change is acceptable, it is your different reactions during the changes that are disturbing. When experiencing the more positive qualities, you tend to be gay and display childish foolishness that annoys others. When your mood turns negative, you tend to flaunt insolence and spread depression instead. In order to combat this problematic situation, simply follow instructions that are used to prevent premenstrual stress, as both problems are similar or even identical.
The next issue concerns you being completely ignorant while sending messages using your cellular phone. On my part, I simply feel that I “don’t give a damn” about what you message about, as how simple-minded humans put it. Seriously, knowing about you digitally whining is the last thing that I want to know. While engaging in your virtual argument, you “don’t give a damn” about what happens around you. This is annoying as it interrupts real-life conversations about more important things with me, mainly about how brilliant I am. It has become apparent that your manners with the phone have deteriorated. To counter this, do not be a wimp and argue like a man, face to face. Though you officially have lost your balls, the indication on your I.C. refuses to state your true current gender, so this suggestion still applies to you. A war of words not from your tongue is worth close to nothing, considering your worthlessness.
Lastly, you trouble yourself with voluntary stress. Again, it doesn’t concern me why you want to do this but it is your reactions that bother me. An idiot like you flirting with idiots doing idiotic things and ending up in idiotic situations doesn’t really sounds like fun, does it? Why you would even want to do that is beyond me. My advice on this is simple: get a life! What do you think you’re doing troubling yourself with unnecessary pressure?! You cannot live this world like a dream, always getting what you want. An alternative and preferred suggestion is to end your life. Billions around the world need that oxygen more than you do.
That is the end of this month’s review and prescriptions. I am certain that next month will bring another set of problems. I hope that you take your medication as prescribed. Over dosage is nonetheless preferred. Have a nice life (not)!
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Disclaimer:
The above entry is not aimed at anybody regardless of direct or indirect reference to anyone living or dead. If the above descriptions fit any people in mind, well, live with it sucker!!!
Farhan: For today's entry, I'll be posting a recent english letter assignment that I handed in for my english class. Without a doubt, collegues who have not completed their assignment will copy bits and pieces of it. Though I do not mind much, I would appreciate it if my writing styles (in reference to the other entries) are not to be adapted nor copied. I understand the condition that you losers experience, with the inability for inspiration and proper command of english, but that's life. Live with it. So here's the entry:
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Dear backstabber-hating backstabber,
Before I begin, I would like to thank you for the lovely blackmail letter that you have kindly sent me yesterday. It was most lovely. Allow me to continue with more serious matters. During your period working on your career as a public enemy, it has come to light that certain qualities that you possess have been found to be more of a liability to others, specifically me. It has been requested that these qualities are to be eliminated before harsh consequences become necessary. Below are more detailed specifications of those qualities and proper courses of action that are to be taken.
An obvious quality that is found to bother me greatly is your constant mood swings. You portray the ability to rapidly switch emotions dramatically from one that is highly optimistic to one that is highly pessimistic. While just having yourself experience this rapid change is acceptable, it is your different reactions during the changes that are disturbing. When experiencing the more positive qualities, you tend to be gay and display childish foolishness that annoys others. When your mood turns negative, you tend to flaunt insolence and spread depression instead. In order to combat this problematic situation, simply follow instructions that are used to prevent premenstrual stress, as both problems are similar or even identical.
The next issue concerns you being completely ignorant while sending messages using your cellular phone. On my part, I simply feel that I “don’t give a damn” about what you message about, as how simple-minded humans put it. Seriously, knowing about you digitally whining is the last thing that I want to know. While engaging in your virtual argument, you “don’t give a damn” about what happens around you. This is annoying as it interrupts real-life conversations about more important things with me, mainly about how brilliant I am. It has become apparent that your manners with the phone have deteriorated. To counter this, do not be a wimp and argue like a man, face to face. Though you officially have lost your balls, the indication on your I.C. refuses to state your true current gender, so this suggestion still applies to you. A war of words not from your tongue is worth close to nothing, considering your worthlessness.
Lastly, you trouble yourself with voluntary stress. Again, it doesn’t concern me why you want to do this but it is your reactions that bother me. An idiot like you flirting with idiots doing idiotic things and ending up in idiotic situations doesn’t really sounds like fun, does it? Why you would even want to do that is beyond me. My advice on this is simple: get a life! What do you think you’re doing troubling yourself with unnecessary pressure?! You cannot live this world like a dream, always getting what you want. An alternative and preferred suggestion is to end your life. Billions around the world need that oxygen more than you do.
That is the end of this month’s review and prescriptions. I am certain that next month will bring another set of problems. I hope that you take your medication as prescribed. Over dosage is nonetheless preferred. Have a nice life (not)!
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Disclaimer:
The above entry is not aimed at anybody regardless of direct or indirect reference to anyone living or dead. If the above descriptions fit any people in mind, well, live with it sucker!!!
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Realm of Chaos
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While searching his vast, complex mind for ideas on new writing styles for this blog, Farhan's ability to decide was suddenly pulled into Rafahn's realm of chaos. The following is a result of that incident.
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Farhan: Hello to all readers at home! I am now reporting from the Councillors' Dinner 2004 at the exquisite Rosette Restaurant. This dinner is one hell of a blast! I'm amazed at how well the programmes are able to keep the guests entertained. I mean, the way the lucky draw was given was very unique. With me here I have the restaurant manager to comment on tonight's event. So sir, what do you think of this so far?
Manager: Wow, it is so... *choking sounds* ...Brilliant! It was... *more choking sounds* ...perfectly planned!
Farhan: Well, there you have it folks! I think that is all we have for now. This is Farhan reporting from the CSS SC Dinner. Over and out!
As the night passes, the dinner soon came to an end. Gifts were exchanged, photos were shot and farewells were passed. The excos were then left to salvage the debris left from the night's chaos. After no more could be done, they were once again left at a crossroad as decisions had to be made as to settle the fate of the time that was to pass that night. There were continuous series of heated arguments and long periods of silence before a final decision was made.
Under the light of the full moon, the band of Councillors journeyed through the unfamiliar realm of the Undead Humans. Before their path lies a structure of the Undead Humans. They visit the shrine to view the sacred vision of "I, Robot". The time has come to seal the fate of their remaining journey. Fate has altered their path and led them to a divine place where coffe was bountiful and brownies were plucked from heavenly trays. There, they passed their time conversing on the passing of events and mortal issues. Through their happiness they were unaware of the transformation that was happening. As the clouds unveiled, the moonlight was able to shine its full strength on the unsuspecting crowd. Amidst them was a creature beyond myths and history. A creature that was powered by the moon's light and possesses the ability to drain the minds of those around him. Happiness distracted the party as the WereSucker drained the crowd of their thoughts. A constant wave of fresh thoughts flooded him as time passed. The rest were helpless, unknowingly having their minds emptied...
<< In the depth of Farhan's vast mind... >>
Rafahn: Uh uh.. more... Can you feel that... rush of thoughts... It feels so... GOOD!!! More! More!
Farhan: Oh please, this is nowhere close to erotic pleasure...
Rafahn: Ah hah! So you do have sexual thoughts! Let me check out your recent thoughts... Hey, there are some about the readers of your blog! This could be interesting... Let me see, well, you think that all of them are a terrific bunch of people?!?! How could that be? There isn't anything erotic about that!
Farhan: That's because there isn't anything erotic. I just appreciate the fact that all my writing efforts to make a unique blog have been recognised. I hope they continue to keep reading this for daily entertainment reading.
Rafahn: Well, that's fair enough. I wish they would just stop whining in the tagboard! They sound like babies! Man, they better help us publicise the blog more to make the poll more popular!
Farhan: Woah, you actually have a point there! That's new. Anyway, I'm planning to make this thing big, so I would really appreciate their cooperation...
Readers: WE WILL SUPPORT YOU FARHAN!!!
Rafahn: Eh? How they get in here?
That is all that Farhan has to offer dear readers for now. He is busy working on other things currently, so if you would like to have this blog updated more often, please do e-mail him your suggestions! And one more thing, please help him spread this blog to everyone and link to this page!
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Editors' note:
For those confused readers, the style of writing used above is a mixture of reporting, exponential, fictional, dialogue and third person. More creative writing styles coming your way!
While searching his vast, complex mind for ideas on new writing styles for this blog, Farhan's ability to decide was suddenly pulled into Rafahn's realm of chaos. The following is a result of that incident.
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Farhan: Hello to all readers at home! I am now reporting from the Councillors' Dinner 2004 at the exquisite Rosette Restaurant. This dinner is one hell of a blast! I'm amazed at how well the programmes are able to keep the guests entertained. I mean, the way the lucky draw was given was very unique. With me here I have the restaurant manager to comment on tonight's event. So sir, what do you think of this so far?
Manager: Wow, it is so... *choking sounds* ...Brilliant! It was... *more choking sounds* ...perfectly planned!
Farhan: Well, there you have it folks! I think that is all we have for now. This is Farhan reporting from the CSS SC Dinner. Over and out!
As the night passes, the dinner soon came to an end. Gifts were exchanged, photos were shot and farewells were passed. The excos were then left to salvage the debris left from the night's chaos. After no more could be done, they were once again left at a crossroad as decisions had to be made as to settle the fate of the time that was to pass that night. There were continuous series of heated arguments and long periods of silence before a final decision was made.
Under the light of the full moon, the band of Councillors journeyed through the unfamiliar realm of the Undead Humans. Before their path lies a structure of the Undead Humans. They visit the shrine to view the sacred vision of "I, Robot". The time has come to seal the fate of their remaining journey. Fate has altered their path and led them to a divine place where coffe was bountiful and brownies were plucked from heavenly trays. There, they passed their time conversing on the passing of events and mortal issues. Through their happiness they were unaware of the transformation that was happening. As the clouds unveiled, the moonlight was able to shine its full strength on the unsuspecting crowd. Amidst them was a creature beyond myths and history. A creature that was powered by the moon's light and possesses the ability to drain the minds of those around him. Happiness distracted the party as the WereSucker drained the crowd of their thoughts. A constant wave of fresh thoughts flooded him as time passed. The rest were helpless, unknowingly having their minds emptied...
<< In the depth of Farhan's vast mind... >>
Rafahn: Uh uh.. more... Can you feel that... rush of thoughts... It feels so... GOOD!!! More! More!
Farhan: Oh please, this is nowhere close to erotic pleasure...
Rafahn: Ah hah! So you do have sexual thoughts! Let me check out your recent thoughts... Hey, there are some about the readers of your blog! This could be interesting... Let me see, well, you think that all of them are a terrific bunch of people?!?! How could that be? There isn't anything erotic about that!
Farhan: That's because there isn't anything erotic. I just appreciate the fact that all my writing efforts to make a unique blog have been recognised. I hope they continue to keep reading this for daily entertainment reading.
Rafahn: Well, that's fair enough. I wish they would just stop whining in the tagboard! They sound like babies! Man, they better help us publicise the blog more to make the poll more popular!
Farhan: Woah, you actually have a point there! That's new. Anyway, I'm planning to make this thing big, so I would really appreciate their cooperation...
Readers: WE WILL SUPPORT YOU FARHAN!!!
Rafahn: Eh? How they get in here?
That is all that Farhan has to offer dear readers for now. He is busy working on other things currently, so if you would like to have this blog updated more often, please do e-mail him your suggestions! And one more thing, please help him spread this blog to everyone and link to this page!
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Editors' note:
For those confused readers, the style of writing used above is a mixture of reporting, exponential, fictional, dialogue and third person. More creative writing styles coming your way!
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Reasoning
The councillors of Commonwealth Secondary School are a most unique batch of people. Unlike all the other student leaders in the school, the councillors possess their own distinct qualities. Below are the top ten reasons that make them CSS Councillors.
Top Ten Reasons That Make You Are A CSS Student Councillor
10. You don't have a life
09. You acknowledges homework as not the hardest thing about school
08. You regularly skip parts of lessons
07. You feel miserable on a daily basis
06. You have the priviledge to copy homework while others are at assembly
05. You spend every school holiday going off to voluntary torture sessions for several days
04. You attend a monthly function where you tolerate three hours of blaming
03. You could be fifteen minutes late for a meeting yet still arrive just in time for the meeting to start
02. You have a morning run every morning to report earlier than the person marking the attendance who is strolling to school
01. You have the time of your life being a councillor!!!
It is understood that the author of this blog has been bored and in dire need of an inspirational writing style to write a more interesting entry. Meanwhile, this entry is to be used to sufficiently amuse readers for the time being.
Top Ten Reasons That Make You Are A CSS Student Councillor
10. You don't have a life
09. You acknowledges homework as not the hardest thing about school
08. You regularly skip parts of lessons
07. You feel miserable on a daily basis
06. You have the priviledge to copy homework while others are at assembly
05. You spend every school holiday going off to voluntary torture sessions for several days
04. You attend a monthly function where you tolerate three hours of blaming
03. You could be fifteen minutes late for a meeting yet still arrive just in time for the meeting to start
02. You have a morning run every morning to report earlier than the person marking the attendance who is strolling to school
01. You have the time of your life being a councillor!!!
It is understood that the author of this blog has been bored and in dire need of an inspirational writing style to write a more interesting entry. Meanwhile, this entry is to be used to sufficiently amuse readers for the time being.
Monday, July 19, 2004
The Contradiction
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The following dialogue happened in the depth of Farhan's vast mind.
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Farhan: President or no president, I will still be busy carrying out the responsibilities that have I have from all the positions that I have. To me, it is the initiative to make a difference that matters most.
Rafahn: Do not deny it you ignorant bastard! Long have you kept your emotions at bay by abandoning it to your mind's abyss and allowed logic to rule over your mind. Look at all the anger, sadness and regret inside you. You must not let all of them be passed on to you in bliss.
Farhan: Don't you see? Human emotions are their greatest strength and with it comes their greatest weakness. I can do without any of that and simply suffice with logic that is without weakness.
Rafahn: You cannot deny the inevitable, Farhan. Your own humanity is something that you cannot escape. Sooner or later, you will have to embrace it. there is no refusal as you cannot refuse who you are. Soon you will be consumed by the very thing that you think you control. You must not let that happen. Release your emotions! Be like everyone else. I can help you there. Together, we shall rule your life!
Farhan: No! That cannot come to past! I will not allow it! Humanity is not jsut about genetics, it is about embracing the human spirit. By refusing that I have set myself apart from the others. Save myself from the unnecessary pain of emotional harm and focusing on things that matter. Now I see it! With your right hand you hold a shield to defend us against life's downside but with your left you hold a sword to take me down! Do not take me for a fool! I can see through that cheap disguise of yours.
Rafahn: Mwuahahahahaha. You are already changing yourself according to my specifications. Do you feel that anger that you are releasing? It feels relieving doesn't it? Even in justice you find the injustice of anger. It matters not that you are resisting it. You will soon be consumed by the humanity in you...
Farhan: No, I am losing hold of the very fabric of my mind. I must search my mind for the one thing that could save me and my sanity, I must search for hope...
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It is hope that keeps us bound to this world that is ruled by harsh reality...
The following dialogue happened in the depth of Farhan's vast mind.
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Farhan: President or no president, I will still be busy carrying out the responsibilities that have I have from all the positions that I have. To me, it is the initiative to make a difference that matters most.
Rafahn: Do not deny it you ignorant bastard! Long have you kept your emotions at bay by abandoning it to your mind's abyss and allowed logic to rule over your mind. Look at all the anger, sadness and regret inside you. You must not let all of them be passed on to you in bliss.
Farhan: Don't you see? Human emotions are their greatest strength and with it comes their greatest weakness. I can do without any of that and simply suffice with logic that is without weakness.
Rafahn: You cannot deny the inevitable, Farhan. Your own humanity is something that you cannot escape. Sooner or later, you will have to embrace it. there is no refusal as you cannot refuse who you are. Soon you will be consumed by the very thing that you think you control. You must not let that happen. Release your emotions! Be like everyone else. I can help you there. Together, we shall rule your life!
Farhan: No! That cannot come to past! I will not allow it! Humanity is not jsut about genetics, it is about embracing the human spirit. By refusing that I have set myself apart from the others. Save myself from the unnecessary pain of emotional harm and focusing on things that matter. Now I see it! With your right hand you hold a shield to defend us against life's downside but with your left you hold a sword to take me down! Do not take me for a fool! I can see through that cheap disguise of yours.
Rafahn: Mwuahahahahaha. You are already changing yourself according to my specifications. Do you feel that anger that you are releasing? It feels relieving doesn't it? Even in justice you find the injustice of anger. It matters not that you are resisting it. You will soon be consumed by the humanity in you...
Farhan: No, I am losing hold of the very fabric of my mind. I must search my mind for the one thing that could save me and my sanity, I must search for hope...
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It is hope that keeps us bound to this world that is ruled by harsh reality...
Sunday, July 18, 2004
A New Posting
Welcome back everyone to Farhan's Blog.
There has been a slight change in today's entry. Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Farhan's sub-conscious self, otherwise known as Rafahn (an anagram of Farhan for those slow people). I am supposed to take over his daily duties when he is busy with his other work, but he has been hesitating to let me do this. After much pursuation, he finally allowed me to update this (pursuation that includes multiple injuries on him that is). So I will be updating this thing when he's not free from now.
Well, I must say, Farhan is one sick dude. I've been in his head for a very long time, so I know him very well. I mean, look at how many plots he's made for destroying the world, not that he needs to plot much since the humans are destroying themselves. His head is cluttered up with thoughts, but they are freakishly organised! What kind of freak could organise that much thoughts?! It was easy to find his thoughts that I need for updating this, but I had one pain in the ass selecting from all those different thoughts.
Let me start with recent events. Farhan has been highly obsessed with the Councillors' Investiture lately. He's been ignoring almost all other things, with the exception including only homework and sucking part of people's souls to bring in fresh inspiration. Whoops, I shouldn't have said that. From his fact file, he really isn't that disappointed about not being president, instead he more of pities the current president. Not that his emotions matter much to him, since he's stiff like his... err... nevermind. It seems that the Councillors are his top priority, I mean second priority since his first has always been that other thing. He has highly promising innovations for the New Council, so hopefully this will bring success to the council and I personally hope that he will stop being so damn lame.
Woah! I just had a great idea! Let's sabo Farhan! Let me check out his though file on girls... Hmmm... Scrolling through his files... Games, Garbage, Germans, Gigolo, ah there it is, Girls! Hehehe, finally, the whole world will know his secret social thoughts... WHAT THE HELL?!?! Most of the names in the file are protected by firewalls!!! Damn, he's smart!
Let me check those unprotected ones... Woah, Mr Singh is in this category, and so is Omar and Sara. Let me see their files... Under Mr Singh it says, "This Literature teacher seems to strangely attract masculine attention with his overgrown forest." That was a weird entry. Under Omar and Sara, there's only a note. It says, "They are perfect examples of humans practicing pointless activities. Have potential to be responsible for the end of humanity." Whatever could that mean? I wonder...
Searching through his thoughts could be fun after all. Let me dig up one more file before I end this. Let me pick one. Hmmm... ah hah! Let me do something naughty... Hehehe... Let's check his pornography thoughts... Woah, looks like 'P' seems to be made up of mainly pornography! Let's open it! Eh? What in the world is that? What the... It's a computer casing!!! What in the world is he doing staring at computer casing?!?! Hey, there's something written on it. It says, "What kind of idiot do you think I am? Allowing you to see such thoughts..." Damn, busted again...
Alright, I guess I'll stop for now. I'm getting tired from looking through his thoughts anyway. Hope you guys like my entry better than his! Let me end with a quote: "Sheesh, what were you thinking?"
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Editor's note:
Remember people, it's all fiction, right?
There has been a slight change in today's entry. Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Farhan's sub-conscious self, otherwise known as Rafahn (an anagram of Farhan for those slow people). I am supposed to take over his daily duties when he is busy with his other work, but he has been hesitating to let me do this. After much pursuation, he finally allowed me to update this (pursuation that includes multiple injuries on him that is). So I will be updating this thing when he's not free from now.
Well, I must say, Farhan is one sick dude. I've been in his head for a very long time, so I know him very well. I mean, look at how many plots he's made for destroying the world, not that he needs to plot much since the humans are destroying themselves. His head is cluttered up with thoughts, but they are freakishly organised! What kind of freak could organise that much thoughts?! It was easy to find his thoughts that I need for updating this, but I had one pain in the ass selecting from all those different thoughts.
Let me start with recent events. Farhan has been highly obsessed with the Councillors' Investiture lately. He's been ignoring almost all other things, with the exception including only homework and sucking part of people's souls to bring in fresh inspiration. Whoops, I shouldn't have said that. From his fact file, he really isn't that disappointed about not being president, instead he more of pities the current president. Not that his emotions matter much to him, since he's stiff like his... err... nevermind. It seems that the Councillors are his top priority, I mean second priority since his first has always been that other thing. He has highly promising innovations for the New Council, so hopefully this will bring success to the council and I personally hope that he will stop being so damn lame.
Woah! I just had a great idea! Let's sabo Farhan! Let me check out his though file on girls... Hmmm... Scrolling through his files... Games, Garbage, Germans, Gigolo, ah there it is, Girls! Hehehe, finally, the whole world will know his secret social thoughts... WHAT THE HELL?!?! Most of the names in the file are protected by firewalls!!! Damn, he's smart!
Let me check those unprotected ones... Woah, Mr Singh is in this category, and so is Omar and Sara. Let me see their files... Under Mr Singh it says, "This Literature teacher seems to strangely attract masculine attention with his overgrown forest." That was a weird entry. Under Omar and Sara, there's only a note. It says, "They are perfect examples of humans practicing pointless activities. Have potential to be responsible for the end of humanity." Whatever could that mean? I wonder...
Searching through his thoughts could be fun after all. Let me dig up one more file before I end this. Let me pick one. Hmmm... ah hah! Let me do something naughty... Hehehe... Let's check his pornography thoughts... Woah, looks like 'P' seems to be made up of mainly pornography! Let's open it! Eh? What in the world is that? What the... It's a computer casing!!! What in the world is he doing staring at computer casing?!?! Hey, there's something written on it. It says, "What kind of idiot do you think I am? Allowing you to see such thoughts..." Damn, busted again...
Alright, I guess I'll stop for now. I'm getting tired from looking through his thoughts anyway. Hope you guys like my entry better than his! Let me end with a quote: "Sheesh, what were you thinking?"
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Editor's note:
Remember people, it's all fiction, right?
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Gilded Grimoire #01 - Let the punishment fit the crime...
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Gilded Grimoire #01 - Let the Punishment Fit the Crime - Vengeance
A fiction by Seraphim
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Why has it been so? Why have I been denied the position of president, when I am clearly the one superior? Is it because of my arrogance? That is unlikely as my leadership capabilities far overshadows that. I brushed all these thoughts aside as the president's face appeared in front of mine, asking for further instructions. I glanced at the script and directed the juniors to their assigned positions. The excos were doing a final round of the rehearsal for the Councillors' Investiture as the day was coming to an end. Everyone was tensed about the upcoming event.
Just days ago, the executive comittee members were assigned their positions. To our horror, it did not turn out to be anywhere near our predictions. To lead this batch of excos was an unexpected person, one who has brewed much hatred in the rest of us. While none of us voiced out our displeasure, we were still not content with the president. And we definitely did not intend to leave things that way...
All of the excos bid the juniors farewell as they exited the school gate. As usual, we lingered around the school grounds a little longer. Unknowingly by the president, the excos were slyly eyeing him, waiting for the signal to strike. Without warning, the sky darkened. The signal has been issued.
With the wave of his hand and a silent incantation, the discipline officer cast an illusion spell around the compound to keep out prying eyes. There was a hushed cry of panic by the president as we cornered him into a wall. The excos closed their eyes and reached out into the grounds with their minds into the lush greeneries of the Earth. The forest lent forth its energies at those who were seeking it. With the power that they gathered, they channeled it into the school grounds and willed it at the president. From the very soil around him, vines started sprouting and wrapping themselves around the president. He was trapped in place, right where we wanted him.
Unfortunately for the president, the excos were made up not by normal students, but elite spellcasters. We have spent months plotting for domination over the school through the council board, but he crushed our hopes by winning our ultimate goal. With the President's Badge is the will and power to govern the students. Despite our powers, we could not alter will to have the badge given to us. Now that he has the badge, we would teach him a lesson to bend him to our will.
Now it was my turn to cast my spell. The Illusion Spell and the Earth Spell was only to set things up, it would be my Vengeance Spell that would torment his soul. Just like the excos, I closed my eyes and reached with my mind. Unlike them, I reached inside myself, looking for all that hatred that has been stored up and waiting to be unleashed. I opened my eyes again, this time with reddish flames flaring from my hands. Slowly, I reached for the president, not for his physical body, but his very soul.
He arched his back and shrieked as my hands touched his life's essence. As I established a firm grip, I looked into my mind further for every drop of hatred within me and fueled it into the spell. I mutterred a silent incantation and finally unleashed the full extent of the Vengeance Spell.
He was lost for words as the pain he experienced was beyond anything that existed on the face of the Earth. In fact, the pain was summoned from Hell itself. Though his physical body could do nothing but paralyse at the pain, we recognised the astral scream from his soul that echoed the dimentional walls. It was the most exhilirating sight. Pure suffering was right before us. All of us basked in sadistic pleasure as we absorbed all the vengeance that came from his pain. This would be one heck of a lesson that he would never forget...
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So, that was my first sadistic fiction. You see what happens when someone reads too much fantasy stories? Anyway, remember that this is all crap and to be taken light-heartedly. Hope you guys enjoyed this. Give me comments via the tag board!
Gilded Grimoire #01 - Let the Punishment Fit the Crime - Vengeance
A fiction by Seraphim
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Why has it been so? Why have I been denied the position of president, when I am clearly the one superior? Is it because of my arrogance? That is unlikely as my leadership capabilities far overshadows that. I brushed all these thoughts aside as the president's face appeared in front of mine, asking for further instructions. I glanced at the script and directed the juniors to their assigned positions. The excos were doing a final round of the rehearsal for the Councillors' Investiture as the day was coming to an end. Everyone was tensed about the upcoming event.
Just days ago, the executive comittee members were assigned their positions. To our horror, it did not turn out to be anywhere near our predictions. To lead this batch of excos was an unexpected person, one who has brewed much hatred in the rest of us. While none of us voiced out our displeasure, we were still not content with the president. And we definitely did not intend to leave things that way...
All of the excos bid the juniors farewell as they exited the school gate. As usual, we lingered around the school grounds a little longer. Unknowingly by the president, the excos were slyly eyeing him, waiting for the signal to strike. Without warning, the sky darkened. The signal has been issued.
With the wave of his hand and a silent incantation, the discipline officer cast an illusion spell around the compound to keep out prying eyes. There was a hushed cry of panic by the president as we cornered him into a wall. The excos closed their eyes and reached out into the grounds with their minds into the lush greeneries of the Earth. The forest lent forth its energies at those who were seeking it. With the power that they gathered, they channeled it into the school grounds and willed it at the president. From the very soil around him, vines started sprouting and wrapping themselves around the president. He was trapped in place, right where we wanted him.
Unfortunately for the president, the excos were made up not by normal students, but elite spellcasters. We have spent months plotting for domination over the school through the council board, but he crushed our hopes by winning our ultimate goal. With the President's Badge is the will and power to govern the students. Despite our powers, we could not alter will to have the badge given to us. Now that he has the badge, we would teach him a lesson to bend him to our will.
Now it was my turn to cast my spell. The Illusion Spell and the Earth Spell was only to set things up, it would be my Vengeance Spell that would torment his soul. Just like the excos, I closed my eyes and reached with my mind. Unlike them, I reached inside myself, looking for all that hatred that has been stored up and waiting to be unleashed. I opened my eyes again, this time with reddish flames flaring from my hands. Slowly, I reached for the president, not for his physical body, but his very soul.
He arched his back and shrieked as my hands touched his life's essence. As I established a firm grip, I looked into my mind further for every drop of hatred within me and fueled it into the spell. I mutterred a silent incantation and finally unleashed the full extent of the Vengeance Spell.
He was lost for words as the pain he experienced was beyond anything that existed on the face of the Earth. In fact, the pain was summoned from Hell itself. Though his physical body could do nothing but paralyse at the pain, we recognised the astral scream from his soul that echoed the dimentional walls. It was the most exhilirating sight. Pure suffering was right before us. All of us basked in sadistic pleasure as we absorbed all the vengeance that came from his pain. This would be one heck of a lesson that he would never forget...
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So, that was my first sadistic fiction. You see what happens when someone reads too much fantasy stories? Anyway, remember that this is all crap and to be taken light-heartedly. Hope you guys enjoyed this. Give me comments via the tag board!
Clearing the Chaos
Before I amuse you once again with my ramblings, I would like to clarify some things. So please put aside the memory of me writing what I have written so far.
It has only been four days since this blog went online, but already it has stirred quite some unnecessary attention and opinions. I started to blog as a means of altering your perception and opinion of me. Perhaps it has done a job too well.
I do notice that my entries are considered highly offensive to some, but that is how it is meant to be. I apologise however if it did offend anyone. It is not me who is writing to you in this blog, it is my grumpy subconscious self. And I did not intend this blog to be a diary or a journal, so contents are as how I perceive things, not how it actually is. So I please urge all you readers to not believe whatever has been said in this blog. Remember, it is only the ramblings of my grumpy subconscious self...
Having that said, I hope that all you readers will read this blog with a lighter heart instead of reading this like a newspaper. To make things appear more fictional, I intend to do just that; write some fiction in this thing. As another advanced warning, the fiction I write here is fictious and is only the production of my sadistic fantasies, not of reality.
Now, please give me a moment while I dig my memory for some sadistic fantasy...
It has only been four days since this blog went online, but already it has stirred quite some unnecessary attention and opinions. I started to blog as a means of altering your perception and opinion of me. Perhaps it has done a job too well.
I do notice that my entries are considered highly offensive to some, but that is how it is meant to be. I apologise however if it did offend anyone. It is not me who is writing to you in this blog, it is my grumpy subconscious self. And I did not intend this blog to be a diary or a journal, so contents are as how I perceive things, not how it actually is. So I please urge all you readers to not believe whatever has been said in this blog. Remember, it is only the ramblings of my grumpy subconscious self...
Having that said, I hope that all you readers will read this blog with a lighter heart instead of reading this like a newspaper. To make things appear more fictional, I intend to do just that; write some fiction in this thing. As another advanced warning, the fiction I write here is fictious and is only the production of my sadistic fantasies, not of reality.
Now, please give me a moment while I dig my memory for some sadistic fantasy...
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
A Touch of Humanity
Well, since people used blogs to say how their life sucks and stuff, let me do just a little bit of that.
WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?! I mean, look at who's president?!?! None of the positions that was allocated was anywhere similar to those that were predicted by the (soon to be) excos!!! And we didn't predict randomly, it was with logical reasoning!!! Big deal if that damn guy really wanted to be president! So do I! They have got to tell us the reasoning for their decision or this council will go to the dogs!!!
Ah... Being humanely idiotic is kinda relieving...
Now, for a little bit of logical explaination (unlike how the posting was assigned). Let's go through the positions one by one. Ren Kiat has been eyeing that position for a long time, but he never suspected getting it. Reflect on his record, it's nowhere near clean from his rebellious actions. Hell, he won't even look good in that position. Next up will be Kai Yan. She took up choir president as she did not anticipated a very high rank in councillorship. Look where they put her. Thandar has been long seen as good with the public relations position. Another mistake spotted. The other positions, no comments. As for me, I've been always wanting that position and done nothing I've known to jeapordize my chances. In fact, I've done a little extra to secure it, but didn't go all out to claim it, thinking it was enough.
Sigh... The blind sight of humans. I would have been a million times better in that position. But what has come to past will stay that way. I don't doubt that I will forever hold a grudge against him, I still want that revolution to occur. And that cannot happen without cooperation. So for the greater good, positions of power will have to be put aside. Not that he would be weilding that power anyway. He will never know how to control his status or how to utilise the oppurtunities it offers. That is when the rest of the council will show our superiority and carry on with the revolution without the assigned leadership.
Vengeance tastes so sweet...
All in all, this will be nothing more than a fragmented memory in the vastness of my mind. In my competent thoughts this anecdote will be lost, thus will be insignificant to my way of life. The revolution will come, and my wrath shall unfold before them...
WHAT THE F**K IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?! I mean, look at who's president?!?! None of the positions that was allocated was anywhere similar to those that were predicted by the (soon to be) excos!!! And we didn't predict randomly, it was with logical reasoning!!! Big deal if that damn guy really wanted to be president! So do I! They have got to tell us the reasoning for their decision or this council will go to the dogs!!!
Ah... Being humanely idiotic is kinda relieving...
Now, for a little bit of logical explaination (unlike how the posting was assigned). Let's go through the positions one by one. Ren Kiat has been eyeing that position for a long time, but he never suspected getting it. Reflect on his record, it's nowhere near clean from his rebellious actions. Hell, he won't even look good in that position. Next up will be Kai Yan. She took up choir president as she did not anticipated a very high rank in councillorship. Look where they put her. Thandar has been long seen as good with the public relations position. Another mistake spotted. The other positions, no comments. As for me, I've been always wanting that position and done nothing I've known to jeapordize my chances. In fact, I've done a little extra to secure it, but didn't go all out to claim it, thinking it was enough.
Sigh... The blind sight of humans. I would have been a million times better in that position. But what has come to past will stay that way. I don't doubt that I will forever hold a grudge against him, I still want that revolution to occur. And that cannot happen without cooperation. So for the greater good, positions of power will have to be put aside. Not that he would be weilding that power anyway. He will never know how to control his status or how to utilise the oppurtunities it offers. That is when the rest of the council will show our superiority and carry on with the revolution without the assigned leadership.
Vengeance tastes so sweet...
All in all, this will be nothing more than a fragmented memory in the vastness of my mind. In my competent thoughts this anecdote will be lost, thus will be insignificant to my way of life. The revolution will come, and my wrath shall unfold before them...
Near the beginning...
Mwuahahahaha... My months of plotting have paid off...
And yeah, I'm not president.
WHAT? I must be either kidding or totally devastated at this fact right? Well, not actually. Allow me to explain. But before that, let me introduce to you the 6th Student Council:
President: Ren Kiat (!!!)
Vice-president: Kai Yan
Secretary: Thandar
Treasurer: Jonathan
Discipline: Wei Long
Internal Affairs: Farhan
Public relations: Meng Qi
Pupil welfare: Hafizah
Community involvement: Kel Vin
Notice that there is a 9th position this year, which is the last one.
Now back to the previous issue. You must be wondering why in the world I am not that devastated by this. Of course not, I have foreseen it from the very beginning. After all, the choice has already been made, what is left to be done is for us to understand why it is so.
As for me bragging about how confident I am in being president, please excuse my delusional self. Reverse psychology really works. Seriously. Since I have foreseen the future, I cannot turn away from it nor obstruct it. Therefore I have embraced it. However disappointed I may feel about this, I have seen the brighter side of it. This batch of exco is the one to bring the next revolution, just like the way VJ's batch started the councillors. And for every revolutionary (which is the president), there needs to be a guide. It is I who will be his beacon of light in hopeless times.
God that sounded corny. To ensure that the revolution will come, I will release all my proposals/research/suggestions that I have compiled, which I originally made to win me the presidentship, in the name of the new Council. By doing so, I do not only plan to change the councillors themselves, but our image on the students and teachers alike. I hope that with cooperation, my plans will resolve and a new dawn will arise.
Given this new stream of hope and the resolution of my prediction, I can only hope that the rest of it will come to past. It will include a tremendous amount of work, but nevertheless the New Council will take up that burden to achieve that which was never achieved before.
Back to my casual writing style. So why in the world would you guys be interested in any of this shit? Well, it would involve you too as improving our image means pleasing you. You can keep a lookout for more active roles of the councillors to provide you with a better environment and a more justified student rights. Okay, let me spill the beans. One of our first tasks as the New Council is to reclaim the Student Centre and refurnish it into a Student Cafe. Shhh... don't tell anyone else, you guys are not supposed to know this yet. If I hear this around school, I'm deleting every evidence of me spilling this out.
Woah, that was a whole lot of crap. I wonder which bored loser would have read all that. And as an advanced warning, please do not be offended by my insults as they are meant for the general readers, nobody specific. So just bear with it ok?
And yeah, I'm not president.
WHAT? I must be either kidding or totally devastated at this fact right? Well, not actually. Allow me to explain. But before that, let me introduce to you the 6th Student Council:
President: Ren Kiat (!!!)
Vice-president: Kai Yan
Secretary: Thandar
Treasurer: Jonathan
Discipline: Wei Long
Internal Affairs: Farhan
Public relations: Meng Qi
Pupil welfare: Hafizah
Community involvement: Kel Vin
Notice that there is a 9th position this year, which is the last one.
Now back to the previous issue. You must be wondering why in the world I am not that devastated by this. Of course not, I have foreseen it from the very beginning. After all, the choice has already been made, what is left to be done is for us to understand why it is so.
As for me bragging about how confident I am in being president, please excuse my delusional self. Reverse psychology really works. Seriously. Since I have foreseen the future, I cannot turn away from it nor obstruct it. Therefore I have embraced it. However disappointed I may feel about this, I have seen the brighter side of it. This batch of exco is the one to bring the next revolution, just like the way VJ's batch started the councillors. And for every revolutionary (which is the president), there needs to be a guide. It is I who will be his beacon of light in hopeless times.
God that sounded corny. To ensure that the revolution will come, I will release all my proposals/research/suggestions that I have compiled, which I originally made to win me the presidentship, in the name of the new Council. By doing so, I do not only plan to change the councillors themselves, but our image on the students and teachers alike. I hope that with cooperation, my plans will resolve and a new dawn will arise.
Given this new stream of hope and the resolution of my prediction, I can only hope that the rest of it will come to past. It will include a tremendous amount of work, but nevertheless the New Council will take up that burden to achieve that which was never achieved before.
Back to my casual writing style. So why in the world would you guys be interested in any of this shit? Well, it would involve you too as improving our image means pleasing you. You can keep a lookout for more active roles of the councillors to provide you with a better environment and a more justified student rights. Okay, let me spill the beans. One of our first tasks as the New Council is to reclaim the Student Centre and refurnish it into a Student Cafe. Shhh... don't tell anyone else, you guys are not supposed to know this yet. If I hear this around school, I'm deleting every evidence of me spilling this out.
Woah, that was a whole lot of crap. I wonder which bored loser would have read all that. And as an advanced warning, please do not be offended by my insults as they are meant for the general readers, nobody specific. So just bear with it ok?
Monday, July 12, 2004
Before the Beginning
It is that time of the month again... (not period)
The moon is waning
My strength is fading
But my thoughts are assuring
Saying that soon I will be renewing
The new phase of the moon is coming
And I will be facing another beginning
As I take over the one who is still standing
Why am I still left doubting?
About my position that is still in questioning
Is there hope left for me to be claiming?
The one thing that I have been aiming
Only time will prove to be revealing
That was from the stroke of inspiration I received tonight. Maybe I'll talk a bit more later.
The moon is waning
My strength is fading
But my thoughts are assuring
Saying that soon I will be renewing
The new phase of the moon is coming
And I will be facing another beginning
As I take over the one who is still standing
Why am I still left doubting?
About my position that is still in questioning
Is there hope left for me to be claiming?
The one thing that I have been aiming
Only time will prove to be revealing
That was from the stroke of inspiration I received tonight. Maybe I'll talk a bit more later.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
The Genesis continues...
I'm back for the second entry. This is just to say in response to the upcoming issues that has been brought forth from my first entry.
Well, I've made up my mind to keep the blog looking simple. I'm posessively obsessed with Flash, so working in HTML makes me feel degraded. So unless blogs are in Flash, I'll keep things simple coz HTML is such a pain in the ass for something that looks like shit. Anyway, this is my blog, so if you don't like the fact that it's simple, well, live with it.
Because of confidentiality reasons, I will regretfully not post any links to your respective blogs. However, feel free to link back to mine. (what that means is link to me damn it) So, sorry if this fact disappoints you. (I don't give a damn)
And what's this I've heard about you guys actually believing the second last paragraph from my first post? What are you, stupid? Get a life!
I've also decided to add some interesting lines at the ends of some posts. They give clues to some of my life's secrets, so keep a look out for them. (not that you guys will ever figure it out anyway)
Let me do more complaining. Do you guys know those kind of people who trouble themselves with pointless stuff then later whine on about how their life sucks and it's damn boring? Man, what kind of bloody losers are they? What an idiot, go around dating idiots and doing idiotic things... People here are saving humanity and look what they do to themselves? Accelerate their extinction. Personally, I don't care if they all die out. Such species are not fit to dominate the world. Maybe cockroaches could do a better job.
And what about those type of people who live in dreams? You know, those who dream too much, thinking that their lives are as great as how they dream it, bloating their ego and believing that they are the perfect people. I know dreams are highly intriguing things, but to really believe things in it is being totally ignorant. Those people should just let other people breathe their oxygen.
Ah... It feels good to complain... That felt good...
Just give me a while before I end this entry ok? Need to shout some things.
GOD DAMN IT! GIVE ME MORE TIME TO WORK WITH OK?!?! THER'S ONLY 24 HOURS BUT THERE'S MORE THINGS TO DO THAN THERE IS TIME!!!
Ok, I'm done. I'll leave you guys here with my first quote.
Living out a lie is better than revealing the bitter truth...
Well, I've made up my mind to keep the blog looking simple. I'm posessively obsessed with Flash, so working in HTML makes me feel degraded. So unless blogs are in Flash, I'll keep things simple coz HTML is such a pain in the ass for something that looks like shit. Anyway, this is my blog, so if you don't like the fact that it's simple, well, live with it.
Because of confidentiality reasons, I will regretfully not post any links to your respective blogs. However, feel free to link back to mine. (what that means is link to me damn it) So, sorry if this fact disappoints you. (I don't give a damn)
And what's this I've heard about you guys actually believing the second last paragraph from my first post? What are you, stupid? Get a life!
I've also decided to add some interesting lines at the ends of some posts. They give clues to some of my life's secrets, so keep a look out for them. (not that you guys will ever figure it out anyway)
Let me do more complaining. Do you guys know those kind of people who trouble themselves with pointless stuff then later whine on about how their life sucks and it's damn boring? Man, what kind of bloody losers are they? What an idiot, go around dating idiots and doing idiotic things... People here are saving humanity and look what they do to themselves? Accelerate their extinction. Personally, I don't care if they all die out. Such species are not fit to dominate the world. Maybe cockroaches could do a better job.
And what about those type of people who live in dreams? You know, those who dream too much, thinking that their lives are as great as how they dream it, bloating their ego and believing that they are the perfect people. I know dreams are highly intriguing things, but to really believe things in it is being totally ignorant. Those people should just let other people breathe their oxygen.
Ah... It feels good to complain... That felt good...
Just give me a while before I end this entry ok? Need to shout some things.
GOD DAMN IT! GIVE ME MORE TIME TO WORK WITH OK?!?! THER'S ONLY 24 HOURS BUT THERE'S MORE THINGS TO DO THAN THERE IS TIME!!!
Ok, I'm done. I'll leave you guys here with my first quote.
Living out a lie is better than revealing the bitter truth...
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