Sunday, May 15, 2011
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Hello there, you may remember me as the almost always sad secondary school and junior college student, or the aspiring video game journalist, or the aspiring novelist. This blog has seen so much of me and my changes. I was reading through the archives and found some things that are very valuable to me. To be honest they were nothing but the scribblings of an immature brat back then but somehow they have gained significance in my life. It was almost like a story. My story. There were things I regretted in this blog, things I will always cherish, things that made me smile and things that made me want to punch a hole in the wall. This blog wasn't the first but it was the one I wrote on the most, detailing every little bit of my life back then. I'm sure after reading some of my past "Essays" your view of me might change drastically. I do admit to being an angsty emo dick at times but I'm sure most of us were like that at a certain point in time right? I feel like I shouldn't dismiss this blog where I left it almost three years ago. Instead I think that maybe it is time to start writing again. I've been writing since I was twelve. I started off wanting to write far fetched tales of dragons and great battles. Airships and friendships. Then I dabbled in science fiction, and most recently the more down to earth topics like the loss of innocence and concepts of romance. Now I find myself revisiting every genre I ever thought up wanting to write every one. I want to write every story I have ever imagined. Impossible, some might say. I can't promise that every single idea I have had over the years will ever materialise but I have to start somewhere. Where else would be better to begin than at my roots. I feel at home right here to tell you the truth. This is where I began to take my shape and I think this will be my launchpad as well. I'll be writing more now. I guess right now I am in the best frame of mind to explore my imagination. Things just seem so borderless right now. It may sound cheesy but Bruce Lee once said something along the lines of limitations being self created. If you ignore those boundaries you set for yourself, imagine what you could create or what you could be. I think this may very well be a brand new start.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Dear Kyle,
I know times are hard and sometimes you lose your temper, grabbing things and throwing them about the house like a raving lunatic. But you have to realise that you only have yourself to blame. It's been an entire year and you have never once revised your work. And now you panic like a little dog in a circle of German Shepards. Well, it's your fault for not studying. And stop throwing things all over the place, the god damn house is a pig sty because of you! Now, you clearly won't do well for your upcoming exams but there's never any harm in trying. In fact if you actually study properly you may even get a C average for your A's. That won't be too bad now would it? Stop lollygagging and moping about the subjects you are going to fail and try to work to pull up the others. On another topic, your writing. It seems to be a very...very...let's just say you think you live in a world where you're going to succeed in anything that you try. Haven't you learned enough that one doesn't always get what he wants. Do you honestly think you're going to write the great novel to compare to Lord Of The Rings or even make a movie out of it? You think you're going to be famous? Lindsay Lohan is around your age, she's out there livin it up. She's got movie deals. So does Frankie Muniz. He's got a sweet car and all the spotlight you can ask for. He's probably shooting his next big movie right now. And you my friend. What are you doing? Let me tell you what you're doing. You my friend are sitting around watching cartoons and staring into space at night. Well I can't exactly blame you seeing that you're in JC and all. But then again you can't honestly say you're busy can you? You haven't done any work at all. Not even regular assignments. Something happened to you after the O levels. You just completely shut off. I don't know what it is but I reckon it's going to be what causes your ultimate downfall. Even if you do make it to a university, 2 years of inactivity and i can't imagine how brain dead you will be. What about your writing then? Or your movies? Wait a minute...what movies? You mean those tiny vignettes of yourself acting like a clown? And that 50 page screenplay you got lying around the database? Well, I've just got to say this my friend, I know you love fiction and fantasy. I can't blame you there either, for it presents a sort of escape from the dry mundane world of reality. But you must realise Kyle that the world you live in isn't like the one in the movies or in the books you read or in the video games that you play. There are no lush plains of flowers, no rainforests filled with whimsical spirits, no airships that float dreamily through the cool, calm midnight sky, no sword battles in the heat of a war, no heroics, no glory, no awe-inspiring sunrises that shine after the torturous storms settle, no quests, no journeys, no angel-like warriors called Hadriel, no kings, no queens, no trains that bring you through utopias and dystopias alike, no velvet cape of blue water that separates the worlds, no Raedrics that guard us from the supernatural, no shego, no ARC troopers for you to imagine you are, no clone commandos, no thermopylae for you to pretend you defended against 40,000 robots, no valhalla, no asgard, no Gondolia, no Barpantis, no maltiegua, no Tulem, no volcadalian, no nothing. There's only that continuous whoosh sound you hear from your air conditioner when you wake up from your dreams to reality. I'm sorry, it's alot harsher than what you dream about. Perhaps if you realised that, it would make you a better person? I don't know...Anyway I best be going now. See you around kiddo.
I know times are hard and sometimes you lose your temper, grabbing things and throwing them about the house like a raving lunatic. But you have to realise that you only have yourself to blame. It's been an entire year and you have never once revised your work. And now you panic like a little dog in a circle of German Shepards. Well, it's your fault for not studying. And stop throwing things all over the place, the god damn house is a pig sty because of you! Now, you clearly won't do well for your upcoming exams but there's never any harm in trying. In fact if you actually study properly you may even get a C average for your A's. That won't be too bad now would it? Stop lollygagging and moping about the subjects you are going to fail and try to work to pull up the others. On another topic, your writing. It seems to be a very...very...let's just say you think you live in a world where you're going to succeed in anything that you try. Haven't you learned enough that one doesn't always get what he wants. Do you honestly think you're going to write the great novel to compare to Lord Of The Rings or even make a movie out of it? You think you're going to be famous? Lindsay Lohan is around your age, she's out there livin it up. She's got movie deals. So does Frankie Muniz. He's got a sweet car and all the spotlight you can ask for. He's probably shooting his next big movie right now. And you my friend. What are you doing? Let me tell you what you're doing. You my friend are sitting around watching cartoons and staring into space at night. Well I can't exactly blame you seeing that you're in JC and all. But then again you can't honestly say you're busy can you? You haven't done any work at all. Not even regular assignments. Something happened to you after the O levels. You just completely shut off. I don't know what it is but I reckon it's going to be what causes your ultimate downfall. Even if you do make it to a university, 2 years of inactivity and i can't imagine how brain dead you will be. What about your writing then? Or your movies? Wait a minute...what movies? You mean those tiny vignettes of yourself acting like a clown? And that 50 page screenplay you got lying around the database? Well, I've just got to say this my friend, I know you love fiction and fantasy. I can't blame you there either, for it presents a sort of escape from the dry mundane world of reality. But you must realise Kyle that the world you live in isn't like the one in the movies or in the books you read or in the video games that you play. There are no lush plains of flowers, no rainforests filled with whimsical spirits, no airships that float dreamily through the cool, calm midnight sky, no sword battles in the heat of a war, no heroics, no glory, no awe-inspiring sunrises that shine after the torturous storms settle, no quests, no journeys, no angel-like warriors called Hadriel, no kings, no queens, no trains that bring you through utopias and dystopias alike, no velvet cape of blue water that separates the worlds, no Raedrics that guard us from the supernatural, no shego, no ARC troopers for you to imagine you are, no clone commandos, no thermopylae for you to pretend you defended against 40,000 robots, no valhalla, no asgard, no Gondolia, no Barpantis, no maltiegua, no Tulem, no volcadalian, no nothing. There's only that continuous whoosh sound you hear from your air conditioner when you wake up from your dreams to reality. I'm sorry, it's alot harsher than what you dream about. Perhaps if you realised that, it would make you a better person? I don't know...Anyway I best be going now. See you around kiddo.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
The World Express (Snippet)
"So..." said Rafe as he ran his slender fingers along the silver lining on one of the carriages, "Where does this train go again?"
Bobbin tucked his hands into his pockets and paced down the tracks, examining the copper coloured wheels. "Well according to the books I’ve read, it travels between our world and theirs. And further on down the line...a place worse than ours." he replied.
"So it's like their world is on one end of the pole, the other on the opposite, and ours right in the middle?"
"Apparently so. The train enters at the Bermuda triangle and exits at the devil's triangle near Japan. Bringing day and night to the lands in its wake or vice versa. Or so the legend says of course."
Bobbin pulled out a box of matches and a cigarette from his pockets and lit it. The orange embers at the end of the stick was clearly visible in the dim lighting of the warehouse. "I suppose this could very well be that train that Orion depicts in his books." he said, tucking the matchbox back into the side pocket of his corduroy trousers.
"I've always wondered why there were tracks leading into this warehouse. Still, how can you be sure?" said Rafe as he continued examining and touching he train's carriages.
"I’m not." he replied as exhaled a fog of smoke into the dry air.
"Well can we ride it to see where it goes then?"
"Unfortunately that is out of the question young man."
“What? Why? We can’t just leave the mystery hanging when it’s right here in our hands.” Rafe questioned as he turned around again.
“You have to consider the dangers Rafe. Let’s say this is the world express. The Bermuda and Devil’s triangle are unexplained phenomena.” Bobbin explained, putting out his cigarette on the ground, “We don’t know what could happen if we enter into either. Those that were believed to have flow or sailed into either disappeared and were never heard of again! Who knows what could happen if we rode it.”
“I have nothing to lose…” said Rafe, his eyes looking downward with a kind of brief sadness, “I have no family. No friends. The last person that ever cared for me has left me for dead. I’m about ready to take chances into the unexplained.”
Bobbin shook his head and sighed, “As your legal guardian I forbid you from stepping onto that train. Besides, it could be just an abandoned train recently moved here. It’s probably not even the fabled world express.”
“Funny. Just a second ago you spoke of it as if you knew the legend was true.” Rafe replied, looking at Bobbin who quickly averted his eyes, “Why would you object to it if you were so sure it was a myth?”
Bobbin quickly lit another cigarette and inhaled another lungful of smoke. “We’re leaving now Rafe. It’s too late for boys your age to be out tampering with the otherworldly.”
“You didn’t answer the question!” Rafe exclaimed in frustration, “You believe that the world express is real too don’t you?”
“I don’t know where you got your questioning mind from. Come on, we’re leaving.” Bobbin grabbed Rafe by the sleeve and pulled him along.
“Stop changing the subject Bobbin!” he retorted, escaping Bobbin’s grip, “You know this is the world express don’t you?”
“I never said I believed in such a fairy tale.”
“But you never said you didn’t”
Bobbin stared at the darkness above one of the windows on a train carriage, “You’re right. I do believe in it. Ever since I was your age. But I never dared to ride it.”
“Why not?” Rafe asked as he started to calm down.
“Just simply because it is difficult to accept something into reality when it has been fantasy for as long as you can remember.” He replied as he took the lamp on the ground beside him, “How old are you Rafe?”
“Seventeen. Thought you would know that by now.” He replied, puzzled by the question.
“I guess it would be fine to show you part of the reality now.”
Bobbin took the lamp and walked up to the train carriage. Holding the oil lamp over his head, he waved it around, looking for an exact spot and then, as if the lamp itself had etched the words into the oak panels of the carriage, golden engravings glinted in the dim glow of the lamp. Old but still exquisite, the gold words read “World Express”.
Bobbin tucked his hands into his pockets and paced down the tracks, examining the copper coloured wheels. "Well according to the books I’ve read, it travels between our world and theirs. And further on down the line...a place worse than ours." he replied.
"So it's like their world is on one end of the pole, the other on the opposite, and ours right in the middle?"
"Apparently so. The train enters at the Bermuda triangle and exits at the devil's triangle near Japan. Bringing day and night to the lands in its wake or vice versa. Or so the legend says of course."
Bobbin pulled out a box of matches and a cigarette from his pockets and lit it. The orange embers at the end of the stick was clearly visible in the dim lighting of the warehouse. "I suppose this could very well be that train that Orion depicts in his books." he said, tucking the matchbox back into the side pocket of his corduroy trousers.
"I've always wondered why there were tracks leading into this warehouse. Still, how can you be sure?" said Rafe as he continued examining and touching he train's carriages.
"I’m not." he replied as exhaled a fog of smoke into the dry air.
"Well can we ride it to see where it goes then?"
"Unfortunately that is out of the question young man."
“What? Why? We can’t just leave the mystery hanging when it’s right here in our hands.” Rafe questioned as he turned around again.
“You have to consider the dangers Rafe. Let’s say this is the world express. The Bermuda and Devil’s triangle are unexplained phenomena.” Bobbin explained, putting out his cigarette on the ground, “We don’t know what could happen if we enter into either. Those that were believed to have flow or sailed into either disappeared and were never heard of again! Who knows what could happen if we rode it.”
“I have nothing to lose…” said Rafe, his eyes looking downward with a kind of brief sadness, “I have no family. No friends. The last person that ever cared for me has left me for dead. I’m about ready to take chances into the unexplained.”
Bobbin shook his head and sighed, “As your legal guardian I forbid you from stepping onto that train. Besides, it could be just an abandoned train recently moved here. It’s probably not even the fabled world express.”
“Funny. Just a second ago you spoke of it as if you knew the legend was true.” Rafe replied, looking at Bobbin who quickly averted his eyes, “Why would you object to it if you were so sure it was a myth?”
Bobbin quickly lit another cigarette and inhaled another lungful of smoke. “We’re leaving now Rafe. It’s too late for boys your age to be out tampering with the otherworldly.”
“You didn’t answer the question!” Rafe exclaimed in frustration, “You believe that the world express is real too don’t you?”
“I don’t know where you got your questioning mind from. Come on, we’re leaving.” Bobbin grabbed Rafe by the sleeve and pulled him along.
“Stop changing the subject Bobbin!” he retorted, escaping Bobbin’s grip, “You know this is the world express don’t you?”
“I never said I believed in such a fairy tale.”
“But you never said you didn’t”
Bobbin stared at the darkness above one of the windows on a train carriage, “You’re right. I do believe in it. Ever since I was your age. But I never dared to ride it.”
“Why not?” Rafe asked as he started to calm down.
“Just simply because it is difficult to accept something into reality when it has been fantasy for as long as you can remember.” He replied as he took the lamp on the ground beside him, “How old are you Rafe?”
“Seventeen. Thought you would know that by now.” He replied, puzzled by the question.
“I guess it would be fine to show you part of the reality now.”
Bobbin took the lamp and walked up to the train carriage. Holding the oil lamp over his head, he waved it around, looking for an exact spot and then, as if the lamp itself had etched the words into the oak panels of the carriage, golden engravings glinted in the dim glow of the lamp. Old but still exquisite, the gold words read “World Express”.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
When we last left off, our heroes were in Agenericmedievalinnstylerestaurant having their lunch with their newfound friend Shane. What they didn't know was that evil was afoot.
Gordon: -so I cast firaga and everything around me exploded into a fireball of death!
Shane: Very interesting. Now shut up and eat your food!
Gordon: Assmonkey.
Shane: What?
Gordon: I said these brass monkeys are awfully intricate.
Shane: What brass monkeys? (Looks back and Gordon had reappeared at the other table.)
Kyle: So Shane what's your story?
Shane: Well I was brought up by my millionaire parents but decided to leave home to make my fortune!
Samuel: No offense dude but you're a shoe shine boy.
Shane: And?
Kurt: And your parents were millionaires.
Shane: So?
Kyle: So you walked away from millions of dollars! To do what? Shine shoes?
Shane: Your point being?
Everyone stares at him for a second and then start eating again.
Kyle: Anyway...how did our adventure start again?
Samuel: Well techincally we weren't doing anything and then Kurt's airship crashed and we're suddenly on a journey to some unknown destination.
Kurt: Meh. Suits me. I'm in for an adventure. Tired of the boring life I lead in the army.
Kyle: The army is for the dogs!
A soldier from the royal army happened to be sitting nearby and heard Kyle's foolish outburst.
SoldierDude: You take that back you young punk!
Kyle: But it's true!
SoldierDude: I've served in this army for 15 years and you're insulting the very service i devote my life to!?
Kyle: Yeah i suppose i am.
SoldierDude: I ought to kick your ass! (Throws a dagger at Kyle.)
The dagger flies through the air and lands in Samuel's soup.
Kyle: Bet the army taught you how to throw knives too eh?
A slam of the table is heard and a hush falls throughout the restaurant. The dagger now sticking into the wooden table and Samuel stands up.
Samuel: You have violated my eating space. You will pay for what you have done!
SoldierDude: Oh? And what are you going to do skeletor?
Samuel: Prepare for the utmost humiliation.
A green light pulsed throughout the restaurant for half a second followed by a sound that was similar to heartbeat.
SoldierDude: Is this the part where I'm supposed to feel some-Oh crap! (Realizes that his pants are down.)
The entire Restaurant bursts into rapturous laughter as the Soldier's pink undergarments are exposed.
Gordon: Wahahahah! Are those issued by the squadron?
Kurt: Have some self respect man!
Shane: That's a crazy looking pair of underpants.
SoldierDude: Shut up! All of you! Who says a man can't wear pink huh?
Kyle: Well, actually it says right here in this book that should a man wear pink he is to be punished by eating of brussel sprouts.
SoldierDude: (Gasps) Not brussel sprouts! (Gets taken away by two burly lawmen.) I'll be back on the streets by dinnertime you pieces of shi-
Gordon: Shitake mushrooms please. Oh and a little more soba.
Kyle: Whoa Samuel that was awesome. Where'd you learn to do that?
Samuel: I dunno. But that way cool. Everything suddenly became slow motion and I was moving in real time and i had the amazing power to pull down his pants even though it was buckled up tight.
Gordon: Coooooool...
Kurt: Okay so we got someone who spits alot and someone who can pull down people's pants. What good is that?
Shane: Who knows? Might come in handy.
Man In black suit: There they are! Get them!
Six men in black suits charge at the five of them. The same heart beat noise is heard and the pulse of green light illuminates the restaurant and in the next instant the six men are knocked out unconscious having tripped on their own trousers.
Kyle: Look out Shane theres one behind you!
A seventh man in a black suit tries to grab shane but he spits at him with such power that he is pinned gto the wall in a webbing of saliva.
Gordon: Reminds me of the alien series. Cool.
Kurt: Well that proves that you guys are worth something. Check please!
They pay for their meal and leave the restaurant,leaving everyone there bewildered with six men unconscious and one trapped in a disgusting sticky trap.
Kyle: So who do you think those guys were?
Samuel: Dunno. Some dudes from the government maybe.
Gordon: You mean the king.
Samuel: Right. I forgot democracy hasn't taken effect yet...
Kurt: But what would the king want with us?
Kyle: Well for one we kinda destroyed the plateau a while ago.
Kurt: Oh yeah. But nahh can't be that simple.
Shane: Oh well. Only one thing to do.
Samuel: What's that?
Shane: Go on a meaningless adventure where we battle unknown bad guys till we find the king!
Kyle: Works for me!
Gordon: I'm a level 60 black mage. It should be fine.
Kurt: Okay but i'm stopping buy lunatic lucy's airship department I'm tired of walking damnit!
To be continued
Gordon: -so I cast firaga and everything around me exploded into a fireball of death!
Shane: Very interesting. Now shut up and eat your food!
Gordon: Assmonkey.
Shane: What?
Gordon: I said these brass monkeys are awfully intricate.
Shane: What brass monkeys? (Looks back and Gordon had reappeared at the other table.)
Kyle: So Shane what's your story?
Shane: Well I was brought up by my millionaire parents but decided to leave home to make my fortune!
Samuel: No offense dude but you're a shoe shine boy.
Shane: And?
Kurt: And your parents were millionaires.
Shane: So?
Kyle: So you walked away from millions of dollars! To do what? Shine shoes?
Shane: Your point being?
Everyone stares at him for a second and then start eating again.
Kyle: Anyway...how did our adventure start again?
Samuel: Well techincally we weren't doing anything and then Kurt's airship crashed and we're suddenly on a journey to some unknown destination.
Kurt: Meh. Suits me. I'm in for an adventure. Tired of the boring life I lead in the army.
Kyle: The army is for the dogs!
A soldier from the royal army happened to be sitting nearby and heard Kyle's foolish outburst.
SoldierDude: You take that back you young punk!
Kyle: But it's true!
SoldierDude: I've served in this army for 15 years and you're insulting the very service i devote my life to!?
Kyle: Yeah i suppose i am.
SoldierDude: I ought to kick your ass! (Throws a dagger at Kyle.)
The dagger flies through the air and lands in Samuel's soup.
Kyle: Bet the army taught you how to throw knives too eh?
A slam of the table is heard and a hush falls throughout the restaurant. The dagger now sticking into the wooden table and Samuel stands up.
Samuel: You have violated my eating space. You will pay for what you have done!
SoldierDude: Oh? And what are you going to do skeletor?
Samuel: Prepare for the utmost humiliation.
A green light pulsed throughout the restaurant for half a second followed by a sound that was similar to heartbeat.
SoldierDude: Is this the part where I'm supposed to feel some-Oh crap! (Realizes that his pants are down.)
The entire Restaurant bursts into rapturous laughter as the Soldier's pink undergarments are exposed.
Gordon: Wahahahah! Are those issued by the squadron?
Kurt: Have some self respect man!
Shane: That's a crazy looking pair of underpants.
SoldierDude: Shut up! All of you! Who says a man can't wear pink huh?
Kyle: Well, actually it says right here in this book that should a man wear pink he is to be punished by eating of brussel sprouts.
SoldierDude: (Gasps) Not brussel sprouts! (Gets taken away by two burly lawmen.) I'll be back on the streets by dinnertime you pieces of shi-
Gordon: Shitake mushrooms please. Oh and a little more soba.
Kyle: Whoa Samuel that was awesome. Where'd you learn to do that?
Samuel: I dunno. But that way cool. Everything suddenly became slow motion and I was moving in real time and i had the amazing power to pull down his pants even though it was buckled up tight.
Gordon: Coooooool...
Kurt: Okay so we got someone who spits alot and someone who can pull down people's pants. What good is that?
Shane: Who knows? Might come in handy.
Man In black suit: There they are! Get them!
Six men in black suits charge at the five of them. The same heart beat noise is heard and the pulse of green light illuminates the restaurant and in the next instant the six men are knocked out unconscious having tripped on their own trousers.
Kyle: Look out Shane theres one behind you!
A seventh man in a black suit tries to grab shane but he spits at him with such power that he is pinned gto the wall in a webbing of saliva.
Gordon: Reminds me of the alien series. Cool.
Kurt: Well that proves that you guys are worth something. Check please!
They pay for their meal and leave the restaurant,leaving everyone there bewildered with six men unconscious and one trapped in a disgusting sticky trap.
Kyle: So who do you think those guys were?
Samuel: Dunno. Some dudes from the government maybe.
Gordon: You mean the king.
Samuel: Right. I forgot democracy hasn't taken effect yet...
Kurt: But what would the king want with us?
Kyle: Well for one we kinda destroyed the plateau a while ago.
Kurt: Oh yeah. But nahh can't be that simple.
Shane: Oh well. Only one thing to do.
Samuel: What's that?
Shane: Go on a meaningless adventure where we battle unknown bad guys till we find the king!
Kyle: Works for me!
Gordon: I'm a level 60 black mage. It should be fine.
Kurt: Okay but i'm stopping buy lunatic lucy's airship department I'm tired of walking damnit!
To be continued
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