2006 Am6's Reflective Journal

2008-08-14T22:23:00.002+08:00

hello everyone.

yeah this blog is pretty much dead, and i realised i'm the only one updating D:

anyway, how has this year been? it's almost 2 years since our KCP days. school's been pretty much a hellhole for me lately though. i'm getting ostracised when i didn't even do anything -.-

ah well. cca pretty much sucks too. i swear, being a principal player is very hard. :/ thank god for the seniors, or i'll probably not survive at all.

one more thing: anyone going back on teachers' day?

i may not be going back this year though :/ have to mug for my stupid bio test D: my tests are like right after the hols.

okay, toodles.
one grain of sand.

p.s. i'm accumulating alot of nicknames -.- my classmates are one wacky bunch haha XD

2008-04-16T16:57:00.002+08:00

heyyo (: ahaha i haven't been here in ages o.O

anyway, i changed the blogskin(: SIMPLICITY ROCKS :D and i think by the end of sec 4 if this blog was still alive i'll be very much surprised =.=

haha my chem teacher is funny XD we were playing a trick on her and she actually fell for it! XD ahahahaha oh man. i laughed till i fell off my chair!

okay, i shall end here, i mostly posted to clear away the rotting algae. :)

♥ love always;

elissa - the nyse v2 ASL

2008-04-11T23:40:00.002+08:00

YO EVERYONE!!! =D

Haha Chun Shu here(:
Waaahhh so long nvr blog here liao. Okay here to revive our blog! =D

Yeah actually the main reason why I'm posting now is 'cos I know some of u guys whom I send so-called chain emails to will be irritated when u see a lot of forwarded messages in ur inbox now, and I'm sorry if u truly do feel irritated and can't be bothered to read nice messages,
BUT
Those messages are really nice, and I didn't have time to read them before but since most of my tests are over now I can take time to read them, and so I forwarded the nice ones to u guys=)
So pls dun be mad at me okay :)
The emails will always be in ur inbox, so even if u dun have time to read them now u will surely have time to read them during the holidays or sth. Do take time to read them, but if u really can't stand them no matter how nice they are then u delete lor.
No one's forcing u to read them anyways=)
Just wanna share nice emails with u guys(:

TTYL!
Chun Shu(:
the Cedarian=D

2008-02-10T17:57:00.000+08:00

hey everyone! okay i know i havent been here in quite awhile. ><

lots of things have changed - the coming of the new sec 1 juniors, still biased chinese teachers, and of course, our beloved sec 4 seniors are gone.

i've changed too(:

okay. anyway, happy cny! although i'm sure you're all sick of hearing it already. -.-

oh and by the way, relink me!
the URL is http://www.ohwinniethepooh.blogspot.com or http://www.ohwinniethepooh.co.nr (although the bs one is the one you should access through cos its an invited blog.)

to read either use this account am5hiphub@gmail.com or if i have invited you you know what to do(:

bye!
<3, elissa

2007-12-14T15:41:00.001+08:00

ah okay, i did say i was going to make a skin for our class blog, but unfortunately, none of the photos that we took included Mrs. Chan or were actually nice enough. ><

but wth, this skin is still made by me(:

enjoy!
elissa<3

2007-12-13T08:50:00.000+08:00

hey everyone(:

i'm thinking of creating a blogskin specially for our class (which is a great privilege already cos i do not do requested skins.) so if any of you have nice class photos feel free to email them to me!

my email address is elissawong_94@hotmail.com

thanks everyone! enjoy your holidays and have a merry chrismas and a happy new year ahead! and of course remember to do your homework-.-

elissa(:

2007-11-17T11:15:00.000+08:00

HIYA EVERYBODY!!! (:

How's ur holidays?? gosh i've nvr posted here for a long LONG time. my holidays have a bright side and a low side. Bright side is tt i'll be going to EUROPE! yay... haha... from 22nd nov-7th dec so dun sms me or call my hp okays... and the low side is.... tt i've got so much holiday hw... Cedar's really crazy u noe give us so much holiday hw... Yeah i noe CCHMS and Anglican High oso got holiday hw... so weird RGS is a gd gd sch and yet they dun have holiday hw... no fair...
Who would wanna do holiday hw during dec hols???

haiz i've also haven't posted on my own blog for a long time.... oh well i'll go post later in the afternoon after lunch and ballet(: but i can't really rmb wad happened these past few days... juz tt i've been sick and taking medicine and i went shopping with my mum for winter clothes ytd but i can't really rmb the details... oh well... haha i shall post here too when i have the time to revive our good ol' class blog=) haha=D

NEways, i g2g get ready for ballet so TOODLES!(:

-Chun Shu

2007-09-20T17:16:00.000+08:00

AHEM I NOTICED SOMETHING. OUR BLOG IS DEAD! T_T

okay that was lame. (cos i'm saving our dearie blog! ahahahaa XD) well yeap chrissy alot of us went back to KCP. o_0 cool. ahah. okay. -.=

well exams are around the corner right? some of you may have already started, i dont know, but mine's starting in 2 weeks. YES FARAH I WANT A GATHERING TOO!

WELL, anyway,
JIAYOU FOR ALL YOUR EXAMS!

Yelissa(:

2007-09-01T08:45:00.000+08:00

hey everyone

yea so many of us went back to kcp yest rite???

yesyes so elissa requested for the photos so i'll put them there

juz an update on the NEW building: mrs chan says tt they will be moving back by next yr (hopefully i heard correctly). the p6 block will be SIX storeys high and the canteen block 5 storeys!? wth so big liao

nvm we shall go venture it when its up

ya tts all i guess

all the best for the rest of the yr ppl

(: CHRISTINE :)

2007-08-22T12:18:00.000+08:00

hello :D

sorry i changed my link again, too ma fan heh><

the link is http://www.dontgetitwiste-d.blogspot.com/ or just click HERE to access. and PLEASE GO AND RATE MY BLOGSKINS!

much lovee;
elissa

p.s. if anyone's going back on teacher's day TELL ME!

2007-08-12T18:51:00.000+08:00

HEYYYYYYYYY
long time no see!!!
so hope u've enjoyed ur wonderful long long holiday (:
coz its back to school tmr and i dun feel like gg back
anw how have y'all been doing
ive been bz bz bz so that explains y i cant blog here often
oh well...
juz dropping by la so im off to blog on my own blog now
byeeee
oya HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY to whoevrs bday has passed n is coming
yes and gd luck for those w exams (:
lalala i guess tts all

(: CHRISTINE :)

2007-07-24T21:02:00.000+08:00

I SHALL POST. COS THAT IS WHAT A BLOG IS FOR! ;D

i hatehatehatehatehatehatehate so many of my teachers. even though hate's a bad thing and i try to avoid it. but there *are* exceptions.

very idiotic exceptions.

school's okay i guess(: even though i still havent really learnt to let go. =/ miss all of you loads.

its been seven months since i last saw most of you. more than that actually. argh.

but i did meet a few old friends in nanyang(: even one of the KCP seniors. hurhur.

i saw: yinshuen,jolene,ayushi,clarisse and i cant remember who else this year(: but quite alot haha. THANK GOODNESS FOR CCA. or i wouldnt have seen anyone.

being random as usual(:

tata!
-elissa loves am6 forever and ever

2007-06-29T16:44:00.000+08:00

HELLO EVERYONE! I AM HERE TO SAVE THE BLOG! THE BLOG IS ALMOST DEAD! BUT I SAVED IT! WHOOHOO!

uh. okay. that was LAME. oops.

haha. anyway. relink me everyone! i've updated the link in the links part, but click on the word 'relink' in case you dont know. haha. or if you're too lazy to click on the links =x

how's school for all of you? i'm currently reallyreally busy in nanyang, so many performances coming up. sigh. but i have to admit, nanyang has really helped me to appreciate classical music more, and also to let my make full use of my violin skills:)

we'll also be having a gala dinner for the 90th anniversary, but thats a diff story haha.

and the workload is killing me. i've got eyebags already. shit.

anyway, what time will you guys be dismissed on teacher's day? if any of you wanna go back to KCP with me on 31st August, feel free to email or sms me and we can arrange to meet up to go back okay? i'll be dismissed at 11AM. unless some other performance crops up =/ hope not.

miss you guys!
Elissa:)

2007-06-19T00:34:00.000+08:00

okay skin changed again:) honestly, i hate the skins i did. they suck outright:(

I MUST GET LESSONS ON BLOGSKINNING! and guitar:)

2007-06-10T01:58:00.000+08:00

HELLOS EVERYONE! :D

YES YES YES i changed the blogskin again!:D

but this time its a special skin.

wanna know why?

COS IT WAS MADE BY ME!!! WHOOHOO!

And this class blog is privileged cos its the first time anyone is using it!

SO WHAT MUST YOU DO?!

GO AND RATE MY OTHER SKINS! :D

okay thats enough crapping for one night.

HOPE YOU LIKE THE SKIN! :D

elissa was here!

2007-04-25T12:46:00.000+08:00

hello everyone! posting from 109 class comp nowXD

anyway....YES thanks chrissy for the good wishes for SYF and mid-years(i dont have midyears. only CTs=]) although my NYSE SYF is long over already=) waha! anyway...YES i am bored. just had lunch with the strings seniors=) nice nice! anyway...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ANGELICA,SACHA AND TANYA!!!!!

Yelissa

2007-04-25T09:39:00.000+08:00

HEYA PPL! it is I christine again!! woo hoo
this blog is D-E-A-D!! did i say dead? yes!
gd luck for mid years and SYFs okies?? yeap yeap
and any am6er, please feel free to volunteer to organise the class reunion woo hooo
am6'06 <333333333333333333333333333333
ROX! da world
kcp rox too ya noe
so does 103
ohoh p7 is even betta!!! wait wait eaog rox too!
lalala im bored... are you? in sch bye!

2007-03-21T22:56:00.000+08:00

hey everyone!

how's life in your sec schs? nanyang's okay for me...but i still miss all of you loads...even tho its alr term two. my handwriting's improved tho XD. now i have the NY handwriting heh. waah...my back hurts now! yesterday went to SCO for strings prac...then under the staircase where we put our stuff there was this SHARP thing sticking out...then my senior accidentally pushed me in her rush to get her court shoes and i kena get hit by that thing. now i have 2 bruises, a cut and a bit of internal bleeding. YOWCH!!!! but i'm better now...thanks to REGINA FOR HELPING ME UP!!! YAY!! =D good thing it didnt hit my spine...else i may be paralysed for life. THANK GOD! oops i gtg now...bye!!!

miss ya'll loads!
am6 forever!!!
Yelissa

2007-03-12T23:11:00.001+08:00

hello am6ers!! it is I christine again..coz i am ohso bored now..
waiting for 1 more hour till it reaches 13th march
most of u being frens w me from p3 SHLD noe y! if ya dun, nvm... ):
haha oya a BIG THANK YOU TO YIN SHUEN!! SHE SENT ME AN ECARD!!! SHE REMEMBERED MY BDAY!! YAYZ!!!
haha after this short post i shall now go to 103's blog to blog bout some crappy stuff
i have really nth to do (:
hehes gtg now

The GREEN(supposed to be literally green but since the backgrd is green i cant change the colour ): sad sad jkjk) lover,
CHRISTINE

2007-03-12T23:11:00.000+08:00

hello am6ers!! it is I christine again..coz i am ohso bored now..
waiting for 1 more hour till it reaches 13th march
most of u being frens w me from SHLD noe y! if ya dun, nvm... ):
haha oya a BIG THANK YOU TO YIN SHUEN!! SHE SENT ME AN ECARD!!! SHE REMEMBERED MY BDAY!! YAYZ!!!
haha after this short post i shall now go to 103's blog to blog bout some crappy stuff
i have really nth to do (:
hehes gtg now

The GREEN(<<> lover,
CHRISTINE

2007-03-09T22:09:00.000+08:00

Heyaz! long time nvr blog here ler...
anyway updates on SPORTS DAY 2007 in KCP!!!! for those hu havent got the ohso wonderful news
overall - 1st: ST ANNE
2nd: ST CLARE
3rd: ST ROSE
4th: ST JOAN
cheerleading: ST ANNE!!!!
buahahahahas..st anne win the nicest stuff this yr and for the v first time!
we sec 1 st anne-ers owe the p6 cheerleaders one! they beat st clares 4 yr streak...aint that nice?
but theres always next yr to look forward to...
oh yeah! blue and green are reigning again after that dissapointing result last yr with red and yellow in the lead
but the blue and green is back in action! woah
hehes gtg now..bye

2007-02-18T16:58:00.000+08:00

hey everyone!!! GONG XI FA CAI!!!! x) haha. i feel so uber LAME LAME LAME today! whoots. haha. miss you ppl alot....rmb last CNY in sch???? tt was fun. but this years was also fun la...the seniors were visiting us and stuff....and i was chasing them la. haha. anyways. hope all of you are doing fine.......miss ya!

much lurvee,
elissaY

2007-02-05T12:45:00.000+08:00

HIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay yay yay!!!!!! i saw SOMEBODY at the rachmaninov thingy!!!!! finally!!!!!!! someone i know!!!!!!! so sad....i cant go back to KCP during CNY cuz i am going overseas!!! i really miss all of you...mrs chan too...sigh. at least kim has company in DHS. WHY...WHY DIDNT ANY OF YOU COME WITH ME?!!!?!!!so unfair. waah...anyway. does anyone know when we are having our next class gathering??? please please tell me....i wanna see you ppl again....

much lurveeY

elissa

2007-02-04T19:05:00.000+08:00

heya everyone!
angeline won the debate at church yest!
and this is her all famous line that y'all shld follow:
Doing the RIGHT thing and the WRONG time is the WRONG thing..
her debate was full of chimology words...
nathaniel and her fite, v siong ah
k lahz..i gtg now muz rm that line okies???

Christine (St Anne woo hoo...)

2007-02-02T21:52:00.000+08:00

anyone in NCC land?
~~amanda

2007-01-26T16:59:00.000+08:00

HELLOS AM6!!!
i haven posted here for a super long time
anywayz, how are all the AM6ers fairing in their new sch? love it?
although RGS is tiring, i still love my class! they rock! i love my form teacher...she teaches geog and she's super duper funny/drama/animated
yeps... hope to see y'all one day if we do have a class reunion
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all those ppl whose bday is coming up...
have fun at ur sch and ta ta...
would u ppl like to change the profile or anything??? put ur new sch and CCA sth like dat? do y'all wan?
This is CHRISTINE btw!!! colourful yayz

2007-01-23T21:07:00.000+08:00

Eh... my class got one guy look damn like Tanya.(height oso) I first day stand behind him almost call him Tanya

2007-01-20T22:59:00.000+08:00

Hi all Am6ers.... It's me again...

I find Secondary surprisingly easy! The classes seem so much shorter, even though 1 period is 35 minutes. To the woe of Mrs Chan (Probably! O_O) I still can't kick the daydreaming/sleeping in class habit!!! Islept in class once, you can ask Cheryl who was (fortunately for me) sitting beside me.... the Maths teacher suddenly asked me to find the square root os 5 to the power of 4 and 3 square..... I went,"I'm still thinking!" and she called another boy, who had the same reaction. Then, she gave us a little hint, and I somehow managed to come up with the answer @.@ That was the most horrible one.

And, I'm still forgetful!!! I forgot to collect my Science homework and was made to do a 500 word long essay along with 8 others (Who are, to my utmost embarrassment, BOYS. So I'm the only girl who didn't do it...) But it was surprisingly easy (Because i was really longwinded and went on to rambling about phsycology taken off wikipedia lol)! =DD

Aanyway, I wrote this shorty while I was bored a while ago O_O (Yesss, back to writing @.@)

The moonlight was reflected off a puddle of water, shattered by the foot of a fleeing man. The streets was like home to Flyrve, as she found her way around easily, leaping on the rooftops in hot pursuit of the man, who was trying to shake her off his trail in vain, running through various alleyways which Flyrve found her way easily to. Her eye was fixed onto the jingling sack of what probably was money thrashed about the man's waist. She continued leaping from roof to roof, growling with growing irritance as the man seemed to tire slightly. Will he just stop running? It would turn out the same in the end, anyway. She thought. The irritated expression of her face turned into glee as the man ran into another alley. The one which had a the dead end. Flyrve's excitement was displayed through the trembling of her sword hand as the blade was drawn silently, her nimble feet quickly carrying her into the alley. Flyrve grinned with amusement as the man's trembling hands clawed on the wall, as if he was trying to climb over it. "No escape," She whispered, making the man snap his head around and collapsing against the wall in fear. He held a shaking hand out, as if it could stop her from giving him the fatal blow before making off with his money. Flyrve's eyes flashed with bloodlust as the sword was swung cruelly at the man. Blood splattered against the walls with a scream equal to that of a dying animal. The blood on the sword was silently wiped off the blade, and the jingling of coins matched Flyrve's every step as she exited the alley.

The only eyes watching was from that of the body of the lifeless man.

If you find this in a roleplay forum, I'm telling you this to avoid flames: I'm the roleplayer roleplaying Flyrve, so don't go accusing me of plagiarising O_O

~Michelle @.@

Epee : Daisuki koinu : Milo : L : Lollipops : Apples

2007-01-02T17:54:00.000+08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! hope you all can cope with secondary school life this year. i'm still not used to 2007. new friends, new class...new school. miss all of you loads. and mrs chan too of course. hope you do well and that we'll all keep in touch.
elissa signing off

2006-12-31T02:23:00.000+08:00

It's me again...

To make Angelica feel better, I have to say that it's ONLY A DREAM, NOT REAL, PROBABLY WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN!!!!! Considering that she's not interested in boys. At all. And not for a very long time. Which is in about....a decade or two?

Btw the camp was rather nightmar-ish. And quite boring.

Oh yeah, don't play floorball with an apple.....the apple will get smashed within.... uhhm, the first apple had a life-span of only slightly over 2 minutes.

~Michelle (.::Epee::.)

Watashi koinu daisuki desu~~! (Learning some Japanese for fun....O.o I need a new tagline....)

2006-12-22T14:41:00.000+08:00

Nothing can explain my feelings now. It's exhilarating to think of a good life. I had a dream about how Angelica would makea new friend in Secondary. It went like.... Angelica looking slightly listless, walking around the corner, and colliding into a boy. The boy immediately develops a crush on Angelica, and that's when I realised I was late for posting day (8.15 am.). I panicked because I thought I had to be in school by 8! That's how I actually managed to shake off the lack of sleep from my head and bolt out of the house before my parents did XDD But still I arrived at Anglican at only 8.35am, so I was quite panicked. Anyway, I was quite surprised that we weren't allotted our respective classes yet, and that we only get to see our classes after the camp from the 28th to the 30th. >.<

All the best for your Secondary Education!

.::Michelle::.

The light has shattered. (Just a catchy tagline by the way ^^)

2006-11-23T11:59:00.000+08:00

so sad...today i cant go for the psle results thing cuz i have this contagious viral infection!!! we will still see each other on the posting day rite????RITE????? omg omg omgomgomg. why why WHY THE HELL did i have to fall sick on the day i can see everyone for the second last time!!!! and the stupid doctors orders i cannot go out!!!! ok. heres one thing ppl. dont expect me to get 299.9999 cuz it is HOPELESS and i am not treating anyone to any buffet of any sort now buh bye.

this is elissa btw.

2006-11-17T17:31:00.000+08:00

Hey Am6ers.
Hope you all miss everyone else already or you have a serious problem. No lah, just kidding. I just want to say i really love and will miss you all once we move into another stage of our lives. Dont forget each other no matter what. well maybe the hated ones in class we can forget but not the others, even if they werent close to you. Just wishing you all good luck for PSLE results and posting. Say a prayer and everything will be fine!:D Dont forget me ok! you forget me i hantam! haahaha. Hope to see you all soon. God Bless. Take care(:

- Sarah the Carrot.
Keep your eggs sunny side up!

2006-11-05T15:08:00.000+08:00

aiya somya u so sad for wat....
i aso living the same fate as you...
my bro aso takin Os except i can watch tv upstairs in my mom's room and play com
i do that almost everyday at home
its bored for me aso noe
aiya got 2 more wks till Os finish...
so muz bear it till then
at least i got an excuse to use the com more often...
bb
signing off,
chrissaye

2006-11-02T15:47:00.000+08:00

oh...n i think i forgot 2 say, tt waz Somya.

2006-11-02T15:33:00.000+08:00

Abt time sm1 posted a blog...if u ppl see it anymore, anyway. Anywayz, its sooo boring in class...n my mom also doesent allow me 2 bunk school at all. Sad, huh??? anywayz, mrs chan shud let us do stuff lyk watch muvees n all. then i wudent mind cmin 2 skool. its sooo boring. plus i m dying of boredom at home as well cuz my sis haz 2 study for 'O' levels n i hv 2 shut up. so i cant even watch tv. *boo-hoo* n SOMEBODY haz noooo time at all 2 bother abt me or 2 even talk 2 me. so i m seriously dying of boredom n neglection(if der is such a word). Smbody help........

2006-10-21T16:33:00.000+08:00

hello again. sorry. just feel like posting today. no idea why. if mrs chan saw our blog she would prob. get a heart attack...considering the skin and all...downloading virus heh. good job gwen on giving teachers heart attacks(my mom got fooled too. immediately told me to shut down the com...after like 30 mins of telling her it was only the class blog and that nothing would happen then she believed me.)ah well.

2006-10-21T16:29:00.000+08:00

hellos people. elissa here. HAPPY DEEPAVALI TO ALL THE HINDU GIRLS IN OUR CLASS!!!spent half the afternoon making deepavali cards for the neighbours today...phew! my arms are tired...and so are my wrists. ah well...gotta go now. BYEBYE:)

2006-10-21T16:21:00.000+08:00

HAPPY DEEPAVALI!!!note to sushi:pls dont call my handphone anymore. btw i am not at home on sundays.

2006-10-19T10:24:00.000+08:00

um. mitch. btw your stories are DAMN LONG u know dat. take up the most space on this blog. who cares about mrs chan. 11 MORE DAYS TO GRAD NITE!!!yay!!!oh yarrs. has anyone seen my profile book? i seriously have no clue who i passed it too...so much for after exam symptoms...i keep forgetting stuff and my spelling all wrong...like i said pierce my years instead of ears. and brain mallfunction instead of malfunction. heck care la.
elissa

2006-10-18T02:05:00.000+08:00

Hey...I just realised... if Mrs Chan actually came...she'll realise that we are not blogging about school events, and that we are blogging...*searches for word* Uhh....any old how. The only reason why this blog is even here is because we're supposed to blog about school events!!! And here we are...well...I don't know. Then again, we don't even blog about school events anymore, for example, me about ONLY my stories. And I thought one of the more straight A pupils will blog about school events. Seems that I was proved wrong. Oh well.

*Edit*

I had a really unpleasent encounter with someone who really, really hates Mdm Por. I went to tag, then suddenly 'Anonymous' pops out and starts cursing and swearing. In the end I got so sick and tired I simply went to blog about it. Crazy girl!

.::Epee::.

2006-09-28T18:38:00.001+08:00

go n die larr gwenn.. jus bcause we dun lyk leah u dunnid to ask us to stick our heads in the goat's arse... LEAH N U SUCK... both jus despo, flirt, sucker, bitch n bian tai...

TRICIA

2006-09-11T18:37:00.000+08:00

good thing mrs chan never views dis blog...she will prob. freak out when she c's the fu lao shi thing...hahaz. anyway i dun wanna tok bout that.wad i wanna talk about is:wait...i forgot. shit larh. short term memory loss getting to me. i am depressed. i think. i dunno wad goes on inside my head. strange rite? haha. cant wait till psle is over. 22 dayz to go. shit lah. i never study la. haiz. oh ya. i tink i remebered. or not. ARGGH! 4get it. oh. its elissa here btw. i am still in holiday mood. so sleepy. *YAWN*

2006-09-05T13:32:00.000+08:00

18 December (Chapter 2)

Elite Mercenary

The tavern is witnessing a brawl. A vicious one that shattered windows, damaged pillars, and even smashed a barrel of wine. The tavern keeper could not do anything about it. A young man with a black tricorn hat was in the middle, a dagger in his left hand and a scimitar in the other. He was, so far, the most skilled, and was facing five foes. "Rictor," One of the men said. "Apologise. Now!" He gestured to a nobleman, sitting at a side, blowing smoke from his pipe in calm repose. "I do not think so." Rictor replied with cool, lunging at the poor man, scimitar crossed with dagger. Their edges rested precariously on the man's neck. Another man behind him slash towards him, but Rictor somehow anticipated the attack and moved sideways, evading the blow. His scimitar was released from its cross as its blade plunged hungrily into the man's stomach. With a short slash, he cut open the throat of the man he held captive. Three left, he thought. "Twas will be a bloody night." He commented, and then leapt savagely at the third man, kicking him in the stomach. The man doubled over, dropping his sword. "Drop your blade, and apologise, Rictor," One of the last two men ordered.

"Kill me, and I will apologise." Rictor casually examined his scimitar, and seizing the chance, the man lunged. Rictor tried to parry the blow with his dagger, but the stab was unexpectedly strong, and the blade grazed his side. In anger, he went past the man's blade and stabbed the man in the heart. With a last, tortured sigh, the man collapsed. The last standing bodyguard of the nobleman held the sword with sweaty palms as Rictor walked casually towards him, blades raised in silence. The nobleman, at this point, stood up. "Alright! Freedom for you, Rictor! Let us depart!" He said with terror. The bodyguard then dropped the sword and ran out of the tavern after his master.

Rictor turned around, watching all the rest of the nobleman's bodyguards, some holding their swords with hands that will never move, some staring into space with eyes that will never see. With a mischievous grin, Rictor twirled his dagger in the air several rounds before the small blade settled in its sheath. The scimitar was sheathed briefly after the dagger was.Appollo and Desrade were making a noisy entrance into the tavern, planks creaking dangerously below them, almost unable to take their weight. Appollo threw open the door with his massive hands, expecting to see bards and nomads sitting and eating in silence. Instead, the two saw bodies--dead bodies--scattered about the floor and a tall man with a tricorn hat sitting on a table. "Ah, visitors. Welcome." The man greeted Desrade and Appollo, who stared back with ignorant eyes.

"You....you did this?" Desrade asked. The man nodded sombrely, taking off his tricorn hat. "By the named of the Unamed, you should not have done this," Appollo commented using the name of a God he did not even worship. The Unamed was supposed to be a 'holy' God."Unfortunately," the man said with faked bitterness. "I worship neither the Unamed nor the Undernamed.”

Appollo was at a loss to what to say. This is a smart man, not to be trifled with. "My name is Rictor. Local mercenary, excellent sword and dagger man, always at your service. For some gold." Desrade and Appollo were quite relieved. "You are hired. Is a hundred gold enough?" Appollo offered, handing out a pouch. Interested, Rictor threw on his tricorn hat and opened the pouch to inspect the money. When he was done, he looked up.

"What will you have your mercenary do?" He asked.

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They walked, Appollo in front, Rictor in the middle, and Desrade at the back. Rictor felt like a prisoner, being led to a jail cell, because, here he was, a mercenary, being forced to walk between two Royal Knights, to somewhere which is secluded at the edge of the forest, if what Desrade had told him was even true. He knew that they were Royal Knights because of the insignia of the serpent being grappled on by a lion on their chestplates. They walked through a sandy path.

The night was sending imaginary pictures into the three men's heads, making Desrade turn back his head to look behind him, looking out for the ghosts that his mind created. Even Appollo was feeling uneasy. Rictor was perfectly calm and composed, although his head was flashing with morbid thoughts of the trio being torn apart by phantoms. Not long after, an abandoned hut came into sight.

Desrade pushed the door open with ginger hands, looked around, and when all was well, he stepped inside and beckoned them in. Appollo found it hard to fit through the door with his giant frame, and when he did, Rictor was already half asleep from waiting. Desrade shook him awake, and the mercenary reluctantly left the comforts of the chair to stand with his employers. "Sirs, why are we here? Will you be so kind as to disclose your names? I will not force you, however." Rictor said carefully, shattering the restless silence. Desrade gestured to Appollo, who cleared his throat. "I am Appollo das Fathom, and this Knight here is Desrade ter Edagon. We are here to reach the castle of the Darkranancer and slay the Darkranancer himself before bringing his head to His Majesty, King Tresgonne De Tunge Das Lon, Most Honoured Swordsman, Ruler, and Fighter." Rictor ignored the part of King Tresgonne's ridiculously long name, though he would not dare say it in front of The King himself.

Outside, somewhere in the forest, a wolf howled."There are wolves in the forest, are there not?" Desrade asked, the question being directed at no one in particular. Rictor nodded in silence, slipping off his hat and placing it onto the old table. He set his black cape onto the floor as his bed. "May we wake to a fresh morning, Sir Desrade, Sir Appollo. For now, we need to rest." Desrade nodded. "Aye, Sir Appollo. We must." With that, he unstrapped his chest plate and his equipment, not removing the armour that protected his legs and his arms. He took off his helm and placed it beside him. Appollo sighed when he was addressed as Sir. He did not like to be called a Sir. He took off his helm and placed it onto the table before lying down beside Desrade, not used to sleeping on bare ground. For safety, he kept his full armour on.

"I fervently hope that we will wake to a fresh, new morning," He added quietly, memories of the past hounding his dreams as he slept.

~To be continued...

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Departure
The poet

2006-09-04T22:05:00.000+08:00

18 December (Chapter 1) Mass edited.

(Do you know my blunders when I made the first chapter of 18 December?

To start off, no good writer will ever reveal the plot.

The next point is, that, in contrast to roleplaying, novels do not describe their characters head on, like what I did.

Who noticed these blunders? If you did, well done. On to the story.)

Desrade was, not for the first time, summoned to the king's chambers. He stepped through the arched doorway and set foot on the red carpet that stretched from the end of the room to the other, trimmed with golden threads with an elegance that Desrade knew was done by the finest tailors from Dranguria. Fragdor was one of the many kingdoms that Dranguria makes home for. He lifted his visor to feast on the sights. The human race have grown. The pillars had carvings of angels and the gods, as well as magnificent stone gardens. Tapestries hung around the walls, trimmed with gold with portraits of great heroes throughout the ages. The ceiling stretched to a lofty summit that the knight thought was not possible to reach.

The human race had surpassed many other races. Their carvings were great enoough to compare with the Randoriber, a sspecies of dwarves whose hands were better to carve than to hammer. The human's hands could hammer the stone as well as the Hongurig, another species of dwarf whose muscular arms could hammer through stone within seconds. Another race they surpassed were the fairies. Their magic was powerful, but not powerful enough to match some of the wizards in Dranguria.

Aye. The humans have grown; better than some races, throughout the ages. They used to be looked down on for their inabilities to fight, to draw, to dance, to use magic, but no longer. They have worked hard indeed.

The backdoor to the throne room opened. "His Majesty, King Tresgonne De Tunge Las Gon III, Most Honoured Swordsman, Ruler, Paladin, has arrived." The announcer rambled. Desrade grew weary of His Majesty Tresgonne's titles. Does the announcer ever get tired of it? He often wondered, and he was positive that he would never get an answer. Desrade knelt, head bowed, pushing his visor down in respective silence. "Greetings, Your Majesty, King Tresgonne De Tunge Las Gon III---" He was cut off by a wave of the King's palm.

"You are Sir Desrade ter Edagon, are you not?" The King asked. "Aye, Your Majesty." Desrade answered. "You certainly are a cautious man. Take it as a compliment." The King watched him with amusement. "My thanks, Sir Desrade ter .....Edagon. " He cleared his throat. One of the guards by the door opened the door slightly, then nodded at whoever the person outside the door was. "Sir Appllo das Fathom, your royal Bodyguard, has arrived. Do you wish to see him, Your Majesty?" The King nodded and waved his black sceptre. Desrade has often wondered what the jewel at the head of his sceptre was, in a snake's mouth. It had runes on its body engraved in gold. His thoughts were cut off by the noisy sound of metal on stone. "Greetings, Your Majesty, King Tresgonne De Tunge Las----" The king thumped his sceptre on the ground to stop Appollo. It was as if he thought that his own name was too long for his own good.

"Where is the archer?" The King demanded, sinking back into the cushions. Nobody replied. Angry now, the King yelled," Where is the archer!" The guard guarding the main entrance shuddered, then replied in a trembling voice,"I am afraid we....did not find him in his room today. A ransom note was left behind." The King stared at the poor man, demanding more. Obliging to the King's silent request, he continued,"It appears that he has been....kidnapped, my lord. Forgive me for being the bearer of bad news." The King glared at the guard in anger, before breaking his gaze from the trembling man, who heaved a sigh of relief. "Sir desrade, Sir Appollo, I have called you here for a grave issue." The two knights looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"The Darkranancer. He has come. Dancing shadow." The King said with worry. "Have you heard about the destruction of Furgoth?" Desrade nodded. "Aye, sir. Dead bodies scattered around, and nothing was alive. Those are the only things that I know." The King sighed. "Yes. Nothing was alive. The work of the Darkranancer." Appollo and Desrade looked up and stared at The King. "You do not mean..."

"Yes, Sir Knights. As you know, Furgoth is only a boat's ride away. Dancing Shadow may strike." The King then unexpectedly lifted his head with a smile. "However, one of our scouts spotted a castle. Magic was at work in there. I went to see for myself, and I know that it is the Darnranancer's castle! Darkranancers can only attack a city from a high point. The castle is in an ideal place in an ideal spot. Go through the Forest of Asahriae, go past the Bidragon's cave, scale Mount Dresgott, and the castle will be yours to invade. Kill the Darkranancer residing in there. I expect the head of the Ne-- Darkranancer to be brought to me immediately. Understood?"

Appollo understood completely, while Desrade, with the slow mind of his, was still sorting out the facts. I understand, Your Majesty. We shall leave tomorrow." Appollo promptly replied. Desrade, pretending to understand, followed suit. "Aye, Your Majesty. We shall leave tomorrow."

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The two paced along the corridors, watching quires, knights, and guards, pass them by. Appollo looked inhuman, with his large full helmet, which was fashioned in the same style as a medium helm, only that It covered his head completely. Appollo was a strange man, indeed. Instead of choosing to fight with a sword, he fought with a mace and a shield, but still kept the tradition of the King's Bodyguards by having a sheathed broadsword clipped onto his back. Desrade looked like an ordinary knight, aside from his crimson red cape, instead of a blue cape, which represented his high rank among the Fragdorian Knighthood.

The duo did not match at all. Their ranks were far apart, and one was a miniature giant, while the other resembled an elf, only shorter and more muscular, compared to the tall, slim elves, who were strong despite lack of muscles. His swordplay was less fluent than the elves, and due to his armour, he was not as agile. Appollo was too used to being weighed down by the mass of metal, and felt unusually vulnerable without his suit of knight's armour.

"Sir Appollo," Desrade adressed the Bodyguard, making him flinch. "Yes?" Appollo said grumpily, opening the door to his cabin. He gestured to Desrade to enter. The knight was amazed at its size, and the amount of money the Bodyguard must have spent adorning it. Red carpets, chairs, a bed that resembled that of a king's, and many racks and stands filled with tricorn hats, jerkins, suits of old, worn out armour, shoes, and swords. Desrade's own cabin was smaller and less elegant. "Yes, the matter at hand. Where is the archer?" Appollo sank into a chair, then crossed his right leg onto his left leg comfortably. Desrade had to struggle to do what Appollo had just done. "I do not know, Desrade. And, call me Appollo from now on." He removed his helm and lit his pipe. Beneath the helm was a face that has seen much blood; suffered much scar. A stitch could be seen, stretching from his left cheek to his nosebridge. "Kript was kidnapped, according to the guard. I do not think so. I have seen the archer's skills for myself. Sharp hearing, good eyesight, lightning reflexes, and cautious, even more cautious than The King himself."

Desrade was starting to feel inferior to his comrades. He had a low rank in the Royal Castle, was clumsy in his armour, and could barely swing his broadsword, which was why he always used his longsword instead. Unlike Kript; an experienced archer, offered to join the army ranks many times, and Appollo, a trained warrior, who was agile even in armour. "We will have to hire a mercenary tommorrow night." Appollo said, blowing puffs os smoke from his pipe. He looked more like a nobleman than a Bodyguard, thought Desrade. "Aye," Desrade agreed. "For now, retire to your room and rest. We have plenty of work to do tomorrow." Appollo said, and the Knight left after a brief bow.

"Aye, we have," He whispered to himself, walking down the aisle into his own, little cabin.

~To be continued...

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Departure
The poet

PS. Long winded? Yes. Quite. But all novels are long winded. This is at least 5 pages long.

2006-08-26T12:27:00.000+08:00

Hello.........nobodys blogging but oh well...the tagboard's enuf for me....After Prelims so bored I'm takin the wkend off ....officially no studyin...can somebody juz post sth interesting....

Bored and Bye,
Chrissy

2006-08-19T17:19:00.000+08:00

Oh gosh... It's time someone actually blogged and not juz tag.... it seems that the only person who blogs the most number of times is michelle with her stories.... The rest of us juz tag.... Oh well... Juz wanna wish everyone good luck 4 prelims and PSLE.... if we work hard, we can play hard at grad nite... Dun 4get abt tt!!!! Urrggghh..... That sounds so easy but it's actually so hard....

Sigh,
CS

2006-08-09T18:22:00.000+08:00

Happy National Day!

Sigh... It seems that every year, the Red Lions parachute item is always present. (Not that I'm complaining.) So, I bet most of you are watching the NDP right now on TV right? Wow, the atmosphere in the National Stadium seems so different than in my house... I'm the only one watching the show! My dad's playing the computer, my mum and bro are out and I, well, just sitting infront of the laptop typing this, glancing at the TV...
Don't you think Vincent Ng is cute? Well, maybe...
Signing off,
Jelly, the Herb.

2006-08-09T12:39:00.000+08:00

The Hunter (Chapter 2)

The Hunt

Serate awoke from his long slumber. In the tunnels, it was impossible to tell when was day or night in the outside world, except by inaccurate instinct of exhaustion at night and his dreams fading into darkness in the morning. His vision was blurry. Rubbing his eyes, Serate walked to a nearby stream; one that led to a hole to tiny for any drow to go through,. It probably led to the outside world. Serate bemoaned the fact that he was too tall and large.

Nearby, he saw the same girl-- Mary De Trongor, leaning against a cavern wall and fast asleep. She stirred and one of her throwing daggers fell out from the pouch behind her cloak. Poor being, she was, facing certain doom in here. Feeling a sense of sympathy, he walked over and put the dagger back into the pouch. Mary did not notice. She simply turned over, thoughts deep in her fantastic dreams. Serate knew. He dreamt about that fateful night when he was driven out of Nendriq. It was a dream that invaded his thoughts every time he drifts off to sleep.

There were four great warriors in Nendriq: Twin Scimitars, Thrown daggers, Nimble Hand, and Crossed Swords.

The night was long and dreary. Serate awoke with a violent nightmare; one that involved the King of Nendriq. Gathering his equipment and slipping on his chainmail, he ran upstairs to check on the King-- Only to find the old drow dead in a pool of blood. Thrown Daggers stood beside the body, wielding his usual crossed daggers; only that they were bloodied. Serate and Thrown Daggers stared for a long time before Thrown Daggers grabbed Serate's scimitars, dug them into the corpse, covering them with the king's blood. Thrown Daggers sheathed the daggers and fled, leaving Serate disoriented and confused. By the time Serate recovered from his shock, the drow army surrounded him. They arrested him, threw him down into the Rengor Tunnels and left him there to live or die.

Mary De Trongor opened her eyes, looking at Serate who was staring out to space, deep in thought. When she was fully awake, she let out a scream, snapping Serate out of his trance.

"What seems to be the matter?" Serate asked with faked concern, glaring at her. Shock and fear was written all over her face.

"Why are you intruding on a lady's privacy?" She shot back, hugging her cloak around her as if she had been nude all the while, though, of course, she was not.

"My apologies, my Lady, but this is how it works down here-- Privacy has never existed." Serate answered with sarcasm, turning around, unsheathing his scimitars. "With that, I am going to hunt."

Mary De Trongor was horrified. "You want me, a noble lady, hunt for food?" She said in shock and disbelief. No, she was too used to having food served right to her feet. She never had to hunt.

"Again, I apologise, but it is how you survive here, for you will most likely to be trapped in here for the rest of your life. " He said, taking a turn into the next cavern. Hastily grabbing her daggers, Mary scrambled to her feet and gave chase. "Drow, can't you help me hunt?" She said, almost begging. No, she thought. She is a noble's daughter! It would be utterly disgraceful to beg.

Serate turned around and looked at her in the eye.

"I would. If I could. I love hunting." He answered. Mary was no doubt, pleased, but Serate continued. " But my deepest apologies. In order to survive here, you need to hunt on your own. Noble lady." Mary fumed, glaring with fury as the drow walked away into the next cavern. She stayed silent fora wile, then spoke. "Fine! I shall show you how well I can hunt!" she yelled, almost in a shriek.

A moment later, Mary came to regret her decision deeply. The caverns were dark. What little light was that from the outside world. Often, several caverns shared the same, solitary beam of light, which would make hunting difficult for everyone, except, at least, maybe, Serate. She heard of drow hunting in total darkness, with only their nocturnal eyes to lead them. Here Mary was, a noble lady, groping around in the darkness, not looking or acting like one at all. She walked forward blindly with only her feet and hands to lead her. Her eyes were of no use whatsoever, though she can occasionally spot the dim highlight of a stone. It was not long when she saw-- Light. However, in contrast to the white, and sometimes yellowish light of the outside world, this light was green. Was it even light at all? Mary walked on, only to be halted by a strong arm around her shoulder. "D...drow? Sir Drow?" She said, almost wishing that it was that insufferable, infuriating drow she met earlier. "Yes," came Serate's voice. " It is I. How amusing. A noble lady squirming in the darkness, acting like a blind beggar." He smiled at his own joke. Mary snorted, taking back her wish.

"Did not not think that I have ventured there before, noble...blind lady?" He remarked with a hint of sarcasm. Mary glared, letting her anger accumulate first. When she burst out, oh, this drow is going to get it. "Ahead lies a cavern. A cavern of the Genderos. I assume you know what they are?" Mary glared. She glared until she grew slightly bored, and answered with a brief "No."

"Would you like to see for yourself? Do not go into the middle of there and start jumping about, waving your arms, screaming, 'Eat me, eat me!' like a gnome stricken with lunacy. Simply take a little peek from the side."

Mary's glare turned into a shrunken stare. One that reflected inferiority. This drow was telling her what to do? Nevertheless, she crept to the side with ginger steps and stretched her neck to take a peek of the monster that is inside. However, she changed her mind about the 'monster' she was expecting. It was a quiet town, filled with people about as tall as Serate, with long silver tails, wearing black or red robes with strange runes on them. Their three fingered hands either held staves that seemed to be made out of octopus tentacles, or swords that looked like they were made of hair. Darting back to Serate, she exclaimed loudly, "What is this idiocy? Wizards staves made out of octopus tentacles--" In her mid sentence, Serate clamped a hand over her blabbering mouth, pulling her into the previous cavern, kicking and squirming.

"What in the name of the Gods are you doing?" She demanded immediately after she was released. "Silence," Serate ordered sternly and pulled her behind a rock. One of the srange people ran out with his-- or possibly her-- sword. With a short shrug, the Gendero walked back in a fashion that resembled a tall man with undergrown legs.

With a furious glare from his eyes, Serate instructed. "Do not ever attract the attention of any other race living in the Rengor tunnels. It might be the last thing you ever do."

Mary nodded; more in fear than understanding, for what she saw had disturbed her.

Serate's right eye was that of gentle amber, but his left was a demented blood red, that of a killer.

~To be continued...

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Departure
The poet

2006-08-01T12:07:00.000+08:00

Hey all,

Urrrggghhhh..... I'm stuck at home while you all r in school having ur listening compre.... Phew mi temperature went down from 38. sth 2 37.sth degrees celsius... wonder if i can take the exam on another day... *YAWN*... I'm bored... sian... sigh. Really have got nth 2 do....

Bored at home,
Chun Shu

2006-07-30T17:06:00.000+08:00

I wonder who posted that last message... Hmm.. Guess someone's got a real grudge against gwen! Probably onli 4 the blog.... But tt person dun need 2 HATE until lyk tt rite? Dun lyk then say larh! Lyk we all say our eye pain coz of the colours on the new blog skin... Dun need 2 scold until lyk tt.... Aiya NEway who cares.... it's tt person's business, not mine... So i muz MMOB.... haharx....

CS

2006-07-24T18:35:00.000+08:00

GWEN I HATE U...STOP THE STUPID "I LOVE MONEY" VIRUS THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-07-19T19:10:00.000+08:00

Hey everyone,

HERE ARE THE PICS OF THE DOGS THAT ARE GONNA BE PUT 2 SLEEP IF NO ONE GIVES THEM A HOME BY TOMORROW:

See? Cute rite? So pls, if u noe of anyone hu wants dogs, pls tell them 2 go to the SPCA by TOMORROW, THURSDAY 20 JULY 2006.

Chun Shu

2006-07-03T18:59:00.000+08:00

The Hunter (Chapter 1)

Prey

A cloaked girl ran through the rain of fire. A dragon was pursuing her; and it seemed like the winged reptile was resolute on making the girl its dinner. Though armed with throwing knives, the girl could not aim properly, for the dragon threw countless fireballs down at her. It roared, as if mocking the her pathetic efforts. Finally, left with nowhere to go, the girl jumped into a pit that seemed deep. She heard the dragon snarl with annoyance, then fly away noisily.

The girl unsheathed twin daggers when she heard growling through the tunnel she was in, then slashing and warcries. She was not alone. The girl removed her cloak and cautiously walked towards the noises.

"Alas," She heard a man say. "I shall skin you when I'm done venting my anger."

After those words, there was no more growling; only slashing. Then, she heard something being peeled off. She covered her mouth in shock.

"Hello...sir?" She yelled, replied by echoes of the same words.

Serate was now alert. He was done skinning the Drekan, slumping its enormous, heavy green scaled skin over his shoulder. He sheathed a scimitar and unsheathed the other. Quietly, he made his way to where he heard a girl shout. Indeed, there was a girl outside the cavern.

He pointed the scimitar at her.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my territory?" The drow asked in a voice so low that it's almost indecipherable.

The girl, obviously startled, turned to face the drow, her brown ponytail swiping the air.

"Umm...My name? I am...... Mary De Trongor...Daughter of Grendtol De Trongol of Dervog. I am here...to hide." She stammered, but told the 'man' all that she knew.

"Hiding place?" Serate shot. "Hah. You want to hide here, in the legenday Rengor Tunnels, home for Nendrig Drow exiles?"

He glared at the girl with unjoking, dead serious eyes.

"Mary De Trongor. Look at me in the eye." Serate ordered, smiling vaguely when she did as she was told. "You think that the Rengor Tunnels is like other tunnels; a walk on solid, rocky path, with signs and a guide? Well if you do, you'll be in your grave soon enough."

Mary glared now with anger.

"You think I'm incompetent? Why, I can kill a dragon with my eyes closed!" She boasted, but right after that, her lips shut tight.

"Oh, really? I heard fire outside. Seems like you are escaping from a dragon rather than fighting it." The drow argued, keeping his cool the whole time.

Just as Mary opened her mouth to respond, a roar rang through the tunnels. Long after the real roar was made, the walls still mimicked it with echoes. Soon, there was thumping. Footsteps. The next sight left Mary De Trongor stunned and shocked; for the creature standing at the entrance of the cavern was the legendary Drekan.

Serate unsheathed the scimitar and walked behind of Mary, dropping the Drekan skin from his shoulder.

"Mary De Tronger; if you can defeat a dragon with your eyes closed, surely a Drekan is of no threat." He said, voice layered with sarcasm.

"O...Of c-c-ourse!" The girl replied with undeniable tremor. With shivering hands, Mary threw a throwing knife at the reptile. The knife got stuck in the reptile's leg, and it roared with pain. Glaring at Mary with piercing, amber eyes, it charged, headfirst.

Serate turned around, watching Mary wrestle with the reptile, trying to stab a dagger into the Drekan while screaming in terror as she parried and dodged blows made by her foe. She was, so far, unsuccessful.

"Need my help?" Serate asked loudly, silently unsheathing his scimitars.

Mary ignored the 'man', as she was trying to get onto the Drekan's head, while trying to avoid the beast's powerful blows. After a while of struggling, she was finally injured by the Drekan's claw. Mary gave up.

"Yes!" She yelled while clutching at her wound and desperately crawling away from the monster, watching the 'man'...it was only after examining this stranger's ears that she knew what he actually was....a drow!

"You're...you're...a...drow?" She stammered whiled the drow rushed into battle. Serate did not hear her, however. His scmitars dug into the monster. He jumped everywhere, slashing away at the Drekan all the while. The monster parried some blows with its claws, but not all. Serate finally halted his jumping frenzy when he settled onto the ground, swinging his weapons in circular motions to make his opponent dizzy. He stopped swinging after a few minutes. The Drekan saw the drow raise a scimitar, then, because it was disoriented by the swinging, could not react when a scimitar plunged into its skull. Staring at the hunter with blank, lifeless eyes, it fell, dead before it could feel the blow.

Serate closed his eyes, then turned to face the girl before opening them.

"Incompetent fool...get out of here while you can. That was just a friendly example of what you can find here." He said, walking away, back to his friend; or perhaps enemy, solitude.

Mary stared at the drow for a long time before sitting down, leaning on the wall. She shut her eyes, trying to get some sleep.

Was the drow right?

Was she incompetent in her fighting?

Impossible, she thought. She was the top student in her fighting school, even surpassing her master.

Eventually, her thoughts led her to her sleep. However, she could not help but feel that she was being watched.

Indeed she was; by the hunter, behind a pillar of rock.

"I'm taking a liking to her," He whispered, then disappeared into the darkness, where he belonged.

~To be continued

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Departure
The poet

Pssst..... I'M OFFICIALLY HOOKED ON LE PACTE DES LOUPS!!!

2006-06-22T15:00:00.000+08:00

Prelude

Serate was busy. He had to mark the chamber as his own before something else does.Something else referring to the creatures who resided in the tunnels. There were hundreds of them, prowling around, seizing any chance to claim a new territory. The hunter; Serate, was no different.

The drow was framed for attempting to kill the chief of Nendriq; his warrior drow city. The punishment was exile. That was exactly what happened to him. He was exiled into the treacherous shadows of the Rengor Tunnels for a crime he did not commit. However, after many decades, he managed to accept the fact.

A thunderous crash broke the silence. It also halted a stunned Serate who was busy inspecting the condition of his future territory. Alarmed, he tightened the buckles of his boots and silently drew his twin scimitars. A thunderous roar shook even the rocks on the ground. Serate winced at the roar's volume, at the same time trying to match it to the correct creature.

A babuer, no doubt. Its roar contained the sound of a small bell ringing. Serate knew what this monstrous beast could do. Every earth shaking step it took only added to both the hunter's confidence and fear.

Temporarily, the Rengor Tunnels sank back to it's usual silence. A moment later, Serate heard the babuer sniffing. One of its blood stained fangs could be vaguely seen. It peeked at the entrance of the cavern, before another mighty roar alerted the drow. He readied his weapons and brushed his milky white hair away from view. Then, the monster jumped into the cold chamber, it's armour of shell colliding together, making a loud noise of a hammer being dropped onto a hollow, wooden floor. The babuer let out another monstrous roar, and it sent so much wind at Serate that he had to shut his white, pupiless eyes.

Serate flung his ragged black cloak aside and let out a loud warcry.

The babuer, using it's gigantic caterpillar like body, tried to crush the drow, but a drow's agility must not be underestimated. Serate leapt away as the plates on its body slammed into the wall, creating a large mark in the rock. Seizing this oppotunity, the drow plunged the scimitars into the slits in between the monster's shell. The babuer roared with pain and flung it's stony tail at Serate, too fast for the drow to dodge. He sailed in the air upon impact and slammed against the wall, the pain reduced by the chain mail armour he was wearing, but it would leave bruises.

'Savage' was stirring.

He rose onto his feet and in an unrhythmic, demented frenzy, Serate charged at the babuer and stabbed away at its unarmoured feet, unshaken by its roars of pain.

For the drow, nothing mattered more then slaying this creature. Scimitars dug into the babuer's flesh, drawing fresh blood. The babuer collapsed onto its now weak legs. The drow felt his dangerous alter ego taking over, but he suppressed it, until the babuer knocked him off his feet with a swing of its tail. Serate fell onto the ground, back first.

Enraged, 'Savage' took control.

All in his mind was now primitive, blinded rage. He got to his feet and crossed his scimitars, then closed his eyes momentarily, giving the babuer time to struggle while trying to move. When he opened his eyes, the babuer found its end as a scimitar found its mark in the monster's head, and the other made a fatal stab in its neck. Staring at the drow in disbelief, the babuer lumped onto the gound, motionless, and dead.

Serate stared down at the carcass, expecting joy. However, to his surprise and sadness, he found no joy. His alter ego disappeared from his mind, back to its quiet abode.

He disliked his alter ego. 'Savage' made him angry beyond anger, and it was impossibly hard to try to supress it. He was not like the other drow. He was not like her alter ego, 'Savage'. Other drow had gotten a more rampaging alter ego, and a few got the alter ego called 'Angelic'. As much as he hated 'Savage', Serate did not want to have an 'Angelic'. How the orb was kind to him. 'Savage' is considered one of the more less devastating alter egos, and drow after drow was pining for 'Savage'.

Shoving off his angry thoughts, he cut meat from the babuer, stored it in a small sack, and lay down against the wall, weary from the action, and the toll that 'Savage' took on him.

Hiya this is Epee here! I'm temporarily stopping 18 December for more brain fluid, and starting on another story about a drow named Serate. Read on to find out what happens next!

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

2006-06-07T20:54:00.000+08:00

Fictional facts in the Drow world

Hiyaz! It's Epee, the proffessional Medieval Fantasy roleplayer!

From books to the inernet I found out much about Drow. Take note that the Drow are not real.
Or are they?

Drow, or Dark Elves, are of course, agile, no matter which path they chose.

After their birth, they will be placed in front of the Orb Of god-Seeing. The Orb will tell the their path, and give them a certain mark. For example, the Drow Warrior will recieve a mark that says 'Soul' in Drowish.

Note: You can only see it if in full view. If you do not want to do that, then go to this link:

http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/9958/drowguy1zh.png

Their skins have purplish hues. All of them have purplish hues, though the shades of it will differ from one another.

The mark in the above picture says 'SOUL'. (Hahahah, another language by me!)

Hahahahaz, I'm going to scoot off for now. It's just a preview. Now, reply or else I will not continue this. ^^

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

These are facts I drawn up on my own. Other have different opinions, though...I'm sure!

2006-06-02T22:07:00.000+08:00

Argh!!! I'll stop The Herb's Advice Show for the school holidays! I'm gonna type out something else. My story... Some people from our class like Sarah, Aishwarya, Amanda and a few others have read it already. Anyway, if you all REALLY want me to continue the show, just post a complaint. heh heh... well, I'll check in two weeks time, and I'll skip my Maplestory time to give you two limited editions of The Herb's Advice Show. I promise! :D Well, the story is called Imperial Capital Defence.... I've done up to Chapter 3 only though... The names in the story are just something like drafts.

"Sufen! Wake up!"
"Huh?! Who?! What?! Where?!"
"Get up! We are late for training! Captain Yamamoto is going to kill us!"
That was how an ordinary day started for the girls at the Imperial Training
School, located in Italy. Li Sufen, Gerda Yamasaki, Maria Rockwelle and
Samantha Felsingher were part of a special squad dedicated to fighting a
group of rebels known as the 'Eliminators'. The 'Eliminators' were specially
modified humans who were born for only one purpose, to kill and to fight.
Simply put, they were living, breathing weapons. These girls were strangers
until they were brought together by The Imperial Capital Defence, a government
organization set up to annihalate the 'Eliminators'. These girls were from all over
the world, Sufen was from China, Gerda was from Japan, Maria was from
England and Samantha was from Germany. Eventhough they came from different countries, they had no communication gap as they all spoke English.
Now, let's continue the story...

CHAPTER 1 (THE GUARDIAN)
"It's not my fault that we are late!" Sufen shouted. "Of course it is! You were supposed to wake us up today!" Maria shouted back. "Stop it, you two!" Samantha shouted, tying up her brown hair. "Who are you to tell us what to do?!" Sufen and Maria shouted in unison. Gerda looked on,"Sheesh... Hey girls, I'm going off first.""Ok," the rest of them said. Gerda quickly ran out of the room, tying up her long silver hair in the process. "Why did she just leave like that?" Samantha asked Sufen. "Dunno." Sufen replied. "Probably we were shouting too much... Gerda's usually calm and composed, she probably couldn't stand listening to us anymore." Maria said. "Do you think that she'll make an excuse for us? Captain Yamamoto favours her the most." Samantha wondered out loud. "Who knows? She actually might." Sufen answered.

"Oh no! We're late by twenty minutes!!!" Samantha announced.

I still haven't finished typing the whole chapter yet. I'm hitting the sack now. I'll continue the rest some other day... For now, gd nite everybody. *Yawn*

Brought to you by The Herb, a.k.a Jelly/Angelica Faye Handover
~if u dunnoe wat a.k.a stands for, you'd better learn it! :) it means 'also known as'. Keep that in mind!

Good Night everyone! Hope that you did at
least SOME of your holiday hw. I know I
didn't.... well, seeya!

2006-06-01T12:26:00.001+08:00

Ah, thank goodness I oredi finished all my 16 fan wens (can u believe it? I tot it was gonna take 4ever!!!!)...... Now 2 tackle my other HW..... Michelle, I dunno where on earth u get all ur story ideas and names from, but the Yahwere thing was obviously from Founder's Day mass.... tt yahweh thingy.... lol....

CS

2006-05-31T15:04:00.000+08:00

NEW STORY ALERT...

Lament of the Wolf

The story is about a wolf whose calling is 'Amaroq'. He is nothing but a loner without a pack, roaming the lands beyond. However Amaroq meets a she-wolf, dubbed 'Luciane'. They becometravel mates, and enter an unmarked land. However, something else roams this land, and whatever it is, it is not a good thing.

Luciane was then chosen by 'Lucifer-wolf'.

Part of Satan in a timber wolf.

Amaroq was, instead, chosen by 'Yahwere-wolf'.

Part of God's holiness in an arctic wolf.

They did not know that Yahwere and Lucifer were actually spirits who owned the land...fought for the land. But since they were intangibles, they cannot physically hurt each other. Their chosen ones would have to fight for them.

And there was something else...

Although rabbits were abundant, and rivers flowed with sparkling, clear and pure water, Amaroq and Luciane are unable to get out. They are forced to fight each other, because their masters told them to, and because... one of 'the chosen' has to die so that the other can leave.

Either that...or they kill their masters.

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

2006-05-25T16:33:00.000+08:00

Unbelievable. When was gwen ever quiet and reserved?? In fact, if gwen can keep quiet (as in dun talk crap. Hi!!! Boo!!! etc.) for 1 day wo zhen de hui pei fu ta. That WILL be the day.......

Fu lao shi SUX give so much hw. :'(

Chrissy

2006-05-24T18:22:00.000+08:00

PANCAKES AND FISHCAKES! mrs. chan, i know wad you said abt me. reserved and quiet? in deep thought? hhahahaas. funny you.
GWENDEH WAS HERE SO BUZZ OFF.

2006-05-22T21:21:00.000+08:00

By the soft couch,
I gaze out the window.
The blue sea whipping on the golden sands,
The glistening silver scales of the trout.
I once sat there on the shore,
Tossing the line to fish,
And pulling back the rod,
Placing the fish into a bucket full of other trout.
Those days were history.
The golden sands,
Were splattered with blood.
The blood of my comrades.
The holes,
Created by enemy bullets.
Behind the bushes,
Enemy snipers killed all they saw.
I...
Joined their ranks.
But in a mortal battle,
Between males and females.

~Duncan Hurgoe

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

This is a poem based on a roleplay genre, 'Boys VS Girls'. They usually end up signing a treaty, But in one of them, the boys won. And my charrie (character) is a boy! Mwuhahahahaha...I betrayed the girls!!! >:D

2006-05-21T19:20:00.000+08:00

Hi everyone

I am anonymous but only in the blog... not the tagboard. I am the Anonymous tt praised Michelle..... oh, and in the tagboard I am Person, as well as myself. Pls dun mistake me for the anonymous tt scolded Tanya. I put anonymous b4 the whole scolding thing happened (u can check the date and time), and I didn't noe wat would happen in the future...... tt another Anonymous would scold Tanya.... Honestly, I am not Anonymous tt scolded tanya.... I would NEVER do tt.

Chun Shu

2006-05-20T13:17:00.000+08:00

In wolf roleplay boards, people use wolf speak. I, for one, find them absolutely ridiculous. They use 'pools' for a wolf's eyes! They use 'tassel' for a wolf's tail!

If you ever roleplay wolf, you will see plenty of them.

Terra: They use this for the term 'terrain' or 'territory' or 'land'. The real meaning is a mountainous region on the moon with relatively high albedo.
Fae/fea: Fae is an acronym for a type of bomb or a short form for 'fairy'. Fea is an acronym for 'finite element analysis'. Yet, they use it for the term 'she-wolf' or 'female wolf'!
Brute: Brute means fierce. Something like that. They use it for the term 'he-wolf' or 'male wolf'. Amazing! O.O
Tassel: If you don't know what a tassel is, then you should go back to P1. They use this for, as specified above, a wolf's tail.
Orbs/Pools: If you seriously don't know their meanings, go to K2. They use them for, again, as said above, eyes.
Maw: A wolf's jaw. this isn't exactly wolf-speak, but the term 'muzzle' would be better to use.

There are, of course, more. But I don't want to confuse you too much.

Oh yeah...if you're looking to roleplay, make sure you type in PERFECT ENGLISH. They will label you 'noob' or 'illiterate' if you don't. Basically, use chatspeak, and they will kick you out. Unless you are lucky and meet a nice guy as the host. I have personally been kicked out for using 'lol'.

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

Psst...does this count a some sort of news report?

2006-05-19T18:40:00.001+08:00

Tanya:

Wat's up with u and gwen and tt hp thing?

CS

2006-05-19T14:49:00.000+08:00

lalallaa/ YOU WAZZUP PPL. aiyah liddat sure is gwen right. who else says and spells WAZZUP liddat? or says lala in a bloody enthu way? LOL. i hafta add in manda in the people thang. and yeah. oh ya! this on the spot shyt ar, michelle, you've just found yourself a fan! (moi). (: okay ppl. iSUUE ONEE.
i dunt care if tany or whoever copies me just remember. STOP PIRACY BE ORIGINAL. i should get paid for this. =.=
ISUUE TWO.
i hate my sis. (:

2006-05-19T14:16:00.000+08:00

CS= Chun Shu

I only figured it out today. Shame on me.

I'm really dumb.

An attempt to lengthen my post.

...

Mrssemidemigodlydemigodlylegendarydoublelegendaryhemidemisemimadchickenjellybeanspestdummycucumberwoman.

Guess who that is.

She might have just broken the world record for the longest nickname.

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

2006-05-19T14:02:00.000+08:00

For CS:
if ya wanna view all blogs, go http://am6-tonedeaf.blogspot.com/

Chrissy

2006-05-19T13:58:00.000+08:00

Answering Michelle's ques: I din post tt :)

Today sianz lor, miss our double pe for some art competition. Wasted sia. Btw study SS is chap1 -4 rite?

Chrissy

2006-05-18T19:03:00.000+08:00

If I copied and pasted the stories, then I would put in some credits. '18 December' is my own original creation. The 'I stood before a sea of shattered glass' was written by me. The netball one was also written by me. Other than the two poems with credits to their respective poets, the rest are original; mine. ^^

Oh yeah...my guess is that...you're Christine! Or Gwen? Anyway, thanks for the compliment!

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

(Haha...I came up with a new nickname thing! ^^)

2006-05-18T18:42:00.000+08:00

Okay, now I noe tt whatever we type on this blog will end up on gwen's freddah blog thingy, coz u dunno how go and add all our messages.... u really pro arh.....

CS

2006-05-18T18:33:00.000+08:00

Gwen, how come whenever I wanna click on view to see the messages posted by everyone in the blog in a new window, it always leads back to ur blog? and I mean UR blog, the one with the front part and the nudge. BTW, I found out a flaw in ur front part. Even if pple dun click ok, and close the window instead, ur blog will still load on the page. Now I can only see the messages pple posted on the 2006 AM6's Reflective Journal's window instead, not in tt last time way in AM5's Reflective Journal. NEway, nvm, cos I still can read, tt's the main thing..... But arh, still muz pei fu ni leh.... U did a great job with ur blog.....

CS (u shud noe who I am.... U were the one who put this nick on ur blog first Ok, for those of u who STILL dunno who I am, it getting real obvious now, so I don't think there's someone who doesn't noe who I am.... If u dun, shame on u!)

P.S. I dun think u understood me, and if u really don't, nvm.... 4get it...

2006-05-18T18:27:00.000+08:00

Michelle,

R u sure u wrote those poems and stories? Coz they look lyk they were copied and pasted from some posh story website.... Other then the netball one, I suppose... that was I think maybe u really wrote it... Or u simply juz copied and pasted it from a netball poems website? If u really wrote those stuff, I really take my hat off 2 u. They look lyk they were written by pros, those classics and poetry....

Anonymous- U dun need 2 noe who I am. If u do noe, gd 4 u. Or 4 anyone who reads this.

2006-05-18T17:15:00.000+08:00

18 december (Chapter Three)

Dawn, 19 December, 1250

Rictor opened his eyes and sat up, taking the cape off him. Appollo and Desrade were fast asleep. He stood up and put the cape on before putting his feathered hat on.

Appollo was the next one to wake up, instantly followed by Desrade.

"Ahh, you're up, my dear man," Appollo said to Rictor, replacing the helm over his face before Rictor could observe it. "Let us warm up after awaking to be more alert in the forest. Wolves, we must look out for them. We must."

"Appollo," Desrade started. "Are you sure that wolves come out in the day? I have only seen them wandering at night. Are you certain that you are not suffering from paranoia?"

Appollo glared at Desrade from behind the slit in his helm. Rictor could not be bothered to listen to their arguement. Neither side was winning.

"Desrade, m'lord, wolves do come out in the day. We must be careful. However, if we set off now, we might not meet so many a wolf. Shall we?" He suggested, opening the door and letting a space for them to walk out.

"Certainly, mercenary." Desrade said, standing straight, replaced him helm, and walked out of the door, almost stepping on the long, tattered maroon cape. Appollo followed suit after swining the mace at the air in front of him and placing it back into its holder.

"You ought to be careful with that-
" Rictor started, but was cut off by the howl of a wolf. "We must hurry. The wolves are awakening." He jogged out and sat on the horse with Desrade. "Set it into a canter," Rictor instructed. Desrade tugged on the reins and the horse cantered. Shortly after, Appollo set his horse on canter.

They were galloping through the rich scene of trees when they heard chanting.

"Asahriae!" Appollo exclaimed, recognising the chant. "Outcasts they are...skilled too. We must be quick before they claim one of us."

Another howl of a wolf made them halt. Rictor dismounted the horse and held a hand out to the two knights, telling them not to dismount. "Thief, you may come out now. I see the highlight of your merciless sword." He said to the shadows in front of him.

"Elite...I have been paid...to protect the Darkranancer...get out of here now...I'm not alone...The Asahriae are hungry cannibals...get out while you can.." the voice of a man said.

"What is he talking about, Rictor?" Desrade questioned Rictor. "What did he mean by 'Elite'?"

"He," Rictor answered hesitantly. "Is the wolf of the Elite Thieves of Fragdor. That was what I meant by 'Wolves are abundant in this forest'." He quoted from his own words. "I was an Elite...one of them."

Appollo stifled a gasp.

"Get out of here. Now. Before the Asahriae claims you!" Rictor instructed the his employers. "You too," He said, turning to the 'Wolf'.

"No...I will stay here...and fufill my mission...even if io
t means that I have to die..." The 'Wolf' said before stepping out of the shadows. Desrade and Appollo were shocked.

The man was dressed in the same attire as Rictor, excluding the hat and the cape. He was also armed with the same weapons.

"Wulfwinge, I warn you. My rank is higher than that of yours." Rictor warned 'Wulfwinge' while unsheathing his blades almost silently.

"Try me...Rictor Lasente...Higher rank or not...you will die under my blade..." Wulfwinge said sternly to Rictor before drawing his own blades and pointing the scimitar at Appollo. "You too...You shall be claimed by the Asahriae..."

Before Appollo and Desrade could set their horses to a canter, blades had already started clashing. Rictor and Wulfwinge were fighting.

Blows were made and they were parried with similar presicion. Both minded their footwork. Rictor lunged at Wulfwinge with the scimitar, but Wulfwinge did not manage to parry the blow and the blade grazed his arm. He growled a growl similar to a wolf's, and threw the dagger at Rictor's forehead. Rictor ducked in time and the dagger got stuck in a tree behind him. Rictor took a big step forward and leapt at Wulfwinge, but Wulfwinge jumped out of the way. Like a wolf, he went on all fours and raised his hands that sevred as the paws of a wolf.

Wulfwinge leapt at Rictor, scimitar in hand, and before Rictor could parry the blow, the wolfen drew blood from Rictor's side. Wulfwinge was about to slash at Rictor again when something made him freeze. He then collapsed, a spear stuck in his back squarely in the middle. Behind him stood a man; a jungle man. He wore a maroon leather top and a pair of yellow leather pants, with a feathered headband tied around his forehead and a javelin in his right hand, supported by his left. The man prowled dangerously close and grabbed a handful of red powder from a pouch. He threw tthe powder at Rictor, and when Rictor made contact with it, his eyes closed and his body fell onto the forest bed; unconsious before he touched the ground.

~To be continued...

This story is brought to you by

Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

2006-05-18T17:01:00.000+08:00

My own poem. I'm attempting to write like a proffessional. Very nooby, but...well...

A sea of shattered glass lay before me
A friend I held so dear
In the middle of it all.
He escaped his pursuers
He climbed up six storeys
But when he reached me finally,
He broke through the glass and died
Oh, how sorrowful I am!
He has forgotten how much I loved him.
He has forgotten how that love guided him back to the straight path.
He died right in front of me.
I now dislike,
Despise,
Loathe,
Yet love him still.
Who I really hate
Are the police
Who chased him far and wide
Up to this skyscraper.
He promised to meet me at the sixth floor
But breathed his last breath there instead.

~Departure
.::Epee::.
The poet

Shuts! I gotta stop working on poems...this has given me a new idea for yet another story! How am I going to work on 18 December now???!!

2006-05-18T16:54:00.000+08:00

A soft comfort on a cold bus
and Arizona passes me by.
The fake desert of cow-grass and brown
misleads from the sky.
Abandoned hills give home
to the sunset of sweet orangeand an indescribable glow
to which I am now so much closer.
The canyon in its grandeur
truly is a mystic;
an overwhelming beast
not tangible,
touchable,
but there just the same.
And Sedona with her red Earth,
pushed upward toward the skyshows in all her glory
how Mother Nature is kind.

~Jordan Scott

I indulge in poetry. This is so much better than the ones in our textbook! Another one...

Grandpa Died.
He left me with his roses
and his black dirt garden with his tomatoes and lettuce
but he forgot to take our evenings in the kitchen together
and he forgot to take the smell of his jacket
and the sound of my name,
the way he said it
He left me with his catfishing and his care of tools
and a set of deer antlers on the wall
but he forgot to take his glass of wine and ginger ale
and his big hands around mine.
He left a grey tackle box
a handmade knife
and some homemade sinkers
but he left his hat on the rack
and his glasses by the bed
but he forgot to take his name,
forgot to take his smile.
He left his cruficix on the wall,
the statue of the Virgin on his dresser
and the braid of garlic
he loved so well.

~Jeff Curtis

Departure
.::Epee::.

I'm Michelle, in case any of you did not see my post about it!

2006-05-18T15:52:00.000+08:00

gwen.......in case u din noe...im so not enthu abt cca. diao. (wutever i dun care ab the diao thing.lolx)

couldn u SO write smthn nicer.......?! damn.

u noe hu i am.....dont ya?

ur hp la. wadeva.

2006-05-17T23:24:00.000+08:00

I long to fondle the netball.
To toss it around and watch it spin.
I bemoan for the fact that I can barely score,
But when I do, I savour the moment.
Watching it fall through the hoop,
As I saltate in jubilance.

Departure
.::Epee::.

A short poem I made up while thinking of ideas for the Art competition on Friday, with much help from Thesaurus.com! I'm going to write it on the drawing... I'm amazed. 'saltate in jubilance'. *Pens it down* Two big words for ya'll to learn! Wow....

2006-05-17T21:21:00.005+08:00

ATTENTION ROLEPLAYERS IN AM6!

MICHELLE WANTS YOU!!!

Ahh, yes. I think I am the only one here who uses perfect English. I consider myself Semi-advanced. I do:

1. Medieval Fantasy
2. Boys VS Girls
3. Highschool
4. Band/Garage Band
5. Dragon
6. Secret Agent
7. Realistic Wolf
8. Elemental Wolf
9. Gifted Boarding School
10. Beach House
11. Gifted Teens chased by the Government
12. Teens stranded on island
13. Plane Crash
14. Pirate
15. Teens get locked in Highschool with Killer

Call me if you want to Roleplay!

Departure
.::Epee::.

2006-05-17T21:17:00.000+08:00

Like a mother you shelter me,
Like a God you give me power,
With your claws of might you protect me,
But when I wrangled with you,
You threw me out.

Your charming ways history,
And violence overcomes you.
I stand in the presence of the Lord of Light,
Completely different from you.

Yet I'm punished for going into his presence.

Oh, I lament.
Who will take me under his wing?
Who will protect me from the hail, the rain, and the lightning?

I am doomed to fend for myself,
Like a ghost without a body.
I wander aimlessly around the woods,
And feed on the sadness I see.
Silence is my song.
Until I met you again.
You covered me with your delicate blanket,
Placed me in front of the fireplace,
And hugged me tight like an affectionate father.
Yet, you broke my heart once more.

~ Darius

Departure
.::Epee::.

Wow...a new idea for a new story!

Hint hint: 18 December is being worked on. Don't worry...the thrid chapter is coming soon! One more thing...there are many chapters to that story, but I hope that it will be finished before the year ends. I HOPE.

2006-05-17T19:03:00.000+08:00

Ur blog's really cool, gwen... how did u make all the stuff appear after u type the words out?????? and how did u make tt message appear in the small window? The windows explorer one.....

See ya,
CS (if u dunno who tt is, shame on u!)

2006-05-17T18:37:00.000+08:00

Heyaz,
Gwen made this rite??? Nice job with the webby for our blog. like the front part and the nudge. (: btw gwen, wut with the profile thingy and with the nicks and u can actually rm our CCAs? nvm. juz found out bout this. actually not, knew long ago, lazy to come. k la bb ppl

Chrissy

2006-05-08T16:34:00.000+08:00

18 December (Chapter 1)

Dawn, 18 December, 1250

Desrade clenched his fists; covered in steel gloves, making an annoying sound of crunching metal. He was standing up on the red carpet that ran across the large hall, which ceiling's top could barely be seen. There was a stained glass window above the King's Royal throne, cushioned with leather covered feather pillows, and decorated with tonnes of gold. The floor was made of gray cobblestones, and there was a large, arched wooden door behind him, guarded by two guards dressed in blue robes, armed with halberds.Soon, the door swung open, as a man, elegantly dressed with robes of red, hugged by a cloak of blue trimmed with white cotton and a golden crown on his head, stepped into the room. The man was the King, and upon arrival, Desrade spun around and knelt on a knee with his right hand on the carpet.

He was a royal knight. He had a chest plate of silver that ended at his waist, and in replacement of the plate, there were joined iron that would enable movement of the waist. Right below it was a belt of simply black leather, which had a single piece of rope attached to it, and at the end of the rope was a scabbard of black cedar, in it was a thin scimitar; dangerously sharp. His outer arm was covered in plates of steel, with a rounded shape for his elbow's movements, but for his shield arm, that is, his left arm, it was left unarmoured to avoid constricting of movements. As mentioned before, his hands were gloved with a metal glove of steel, several joints in the iron for the finger movements.His legs were covered in the usual leg guards, with a round, spherical 'ball' at his knee for body movement. A triangular shaped steel flap fell in between his thighs, trimmed in gold and adorned with a golden serpent. Below it were metal boots, with several joints in the iron, just like the glove. Tied around the chest plate's collar was a tattered cape of maroon which could barely hide a broadsword made of pure steel.

The king gracefully strolled towards the throne before gently settling down on it. "Please rise, Desrade," the king started loudly, his echoes heard throughout the room. "My royal knight, would you be so kind as to go for a mission?" Desrade stood up and turned to face the king when he had finished."Any mission for you would be worthwhile, Your Majesty," He replied, with partial sincerity and partial refusal.

The king beamed, and he gripped his golden sceptre tightly. "I am certain that you have heard of...Darkranism?" He said, his eyes half filled with fury. The king seemed unwilling to say the word 'darkranism'.

Desrade looked up with similar disgust."Darkranism...the accursed religion of Darkranancers, Your Majesty?" Desrade responded, trying to hide his inner anger.

"Yes!" the king boomed, finally standing up, unable to control his temper any longer. "Ever wonder why the sky turns dark when there's no rain? It is the doing of a Darkranancer! Ever wonder why the crops fail? A result of the practice of Darkran! And ever wondered why the stars flicker, then go off?"

Desrade nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Another doing of the Darkranancer."They were interrupted by one of the guards at the door. "Your Majesty's royal bodyguard, Appollo, has arrived," the guard on the right hand side of the door announced. "Tell Fathom to come in," the king ordered, settling back down on the comfortable cushions on the throne. Soon, a large, well built and burly man entered the room.

He was wearing a polished visorless full helm and curved shoulder guards. He had a chest plate that adorned the kingdom's crest; a golden lion. The man had the spikey ball of a granite mace hanging limply from its holder attached to a series of joined iron at his waist, similar to Desrade's. A large, rectangular shield was attached with a piece of leather to his left arm. His left arm was covered in finely meshed chain mail, and his hand was was armoured with a gold trimmed glove. His right arm was covered with steel arm guards with a joint in the elbow. His legs were covered in silver leg guards; decorated and trimmed with twenty-four carat gold. Like Desrade, he also had a triangular flap in between his thighs with similar decorations. His metal boots were slightly different from Desrade's. The iron's joints, instead of plain, cut, iron, they were trimmed with shiny steel. A tattered, bright yellow, cape, that fell over a two handed sword on his back, was clipped to the knob underneath the shoulder guards. This is Appollo Fathom, the king's secondary royal bodyguard.
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Later, after the king had dismissed them both...
"Have you told Kript that we are setting off today?" Desrade asked Appollo while walking alongside him in one of the many hallways of the castle. Appollo kept silent."Sir?" He prompted and Appollo stopped walking."Yes, I have, but he did not respond. I wonder why. He should have, my dear man. He should." Appollo told Desrade, who shrugged and kept on walking without waiting for the bodyguard. Soon, Appollo caught up with a quick jog that made the ground of cobblestone vibrate. "You ought to lose a few pounds, Sir." Desrade commented, and Appollo's look behind the helm did not seem happy about it."The armour is the cause, my dear Knight. It weighs us down." He argued, almost losing his cool."Yes, Sir." Desrade replied with sarcasm while entering a room with Appollo.
Although the room was in the luxurious castle of Fragdor, it was empty except for a few chains hanging from the wall two wooden stools. The window was nothing but a few steel bars, and the walls as well as the ground was lined with pebbles.
"Bear with me, Desrade, but this is the best place I can think about to warn you of the dangers Darkranancers bring to us." Appollo apologised, sitting gently on a stool which almost gave way under his weight.
"No problem, Sir." Desrade said, setting himself on the other stool. Appollo flinched slightly at the word 'Sir'.
"Call me Appollo from now on," He ordered. Desrade cleared his throat and whith his cloak, wiped his already polished metal glove.
"Now," Appollo started, his chirpiness replaced by a tone filled with austere. "Do you know much about Darkranancers, Darkranism, all that gibberish?"
"No, si-Appollo." Desrade answered promptly, almost adressing Appollo with the name he was taught to.
"Good. I shall explain to you the dangers of Darkran." The bodyguard responded, half aflamed.
"Darkranism was discovered by a necromancer," Appollo started explaining. "Sentientism directly opposes necromancy, making the necromancers unable to access the full powers of necromanism. One particular one researched and experimented, failing thousands of times, and even sacrificing his son in the process. You do understand so far, do you not, Desrade, my knight?" He said, finally pausing to see if Desrade was confused. Indeed, behind his visor, Desrade was still busy sorting out the information Appollo had just told him.
"Now, this necromancer's name is unknown, so the king of Fragdor at that time named him 'Dancing shadow'. Dancing Shadow has found a way to combine sentientism with necromancism, and his new religion or element of magic was Darkranism. With Darkranism, he threw the Kingdom of Furgoth, just a month's boat ride away from Fragdor, into turmoil. Do you follow?" He explained, pausing again. Desrade was still busy trying to arrange the new information, but Appollo did not stop any longer.
"The king of Furgoth could only watch as Dancing Shadow wrecked his beautiful kingdom. From a sunny, prosperous island, to a desolate ruin in the middle of the vast ocean. From our historians, we know that Dancing Shadow used sentientism to send devastating lightning bolts down from the sky, and used necromancy to raise an army of undead and block out the sun. When finally, Dancing Shadow died. His magic was buried with him. However, it was said that he passed on the art of darkranancy to another necromancer. And it was our guess that that necromancer, or darkranancer, has our kingdom as his target-" He continued, but desrade cut him off.
"And we found out his whereabouts, and our mission is to asphyxiate the darkranancer." He continued and snapped his fingers, making a loud metallic sound added with an irritating noise of scratching metal.

~To be continued...

This story is brought to you by :

~Departure

_:.Epee.:_

2006-05-08T14:27:00.000+08:00

18 December (Chapter Two)

Dusk, 18 December, 1250

Desrade and Appollo rode on their steeds toward the countryside on the king's command. The king had been tricked by them into believeing that Kript would be meting them in the tavern, when he is not. When they arrived in the 'Jolly Sandy' tavern, they dismounted their horses in the stable and went inside. It was crowded with bards, local villagers, drunkards, dwarves, elves, and a small group of pirates, but they were colloquial sights. The settled down and looked around for any signs of a mercenary of some sort. Desrade was looking around casually when Appollo tapped him of the shoulder, pointing at a man.

The man was morderately thin and tall. He was wearing a feathered hat over shor, jet black and messy hair. Tied around his collar was a black cape of fine cloth.He was wearing a breast plate with three finely cut steel bars covering his sides over a grey tunic, connected with a strap of black leather. A black belt with a golden buckle ensured that the tunic would not simply drop off. The leg guards were thin, polished steel plates strapped securely onto a pair of black bottoms. Leather boots with golden buckles protected his feet. Attached with a rope to his belt was a thin scimitar, and adjacent to it was a dagger in its sheath of dragon hide.

Desrade looked at how the man dressed. It resembled something familiar...but he could not remember. "That's Rictor Lasente. Top mecernary. We tried to arrest him for stealing in the name of his employers. He managed to slip past us each time, though. A true talent, he is, Desrade. He is." Appollo babbled, with Desrade half listening. This supposed Rictor is collecting money from a well dressed noble. They bade farewell, and Rictor pocketed the money in a small pouch made of sack cloth. Desrade went over and tapped Rictor benignly, and dropped a leather pouch fuull of gold coins into the mercenary's open palm. "Come, mercenary, for we need you," He said, while Appollo got up and walked towards the two.
"Yes, my employer," He said, his tone full of loyalty.
Appollo let Rictor ride on his horse, and they rode together to an old, rundown shack which they coincidentally found next to the woods. It was completely made of timber. They dismounted the horse, and when they did, they heard a wolf howl from the woods. "Be careful, my lords," Rictor advised. "Wolves are abundant in this area." Appollo was stumped, for he did not know the fact. "Many thanks, Rictor," He said as he opened the door, which groaned. They stepped in.

There were a few stools and a table. Several cupboards were built into the old walls. It was very dusty and cobwebs were aplenty.

Each of them took a seat, and Desrade lit an old candle he found in one of the cupboards. The warm glow of the candle was enough to see.

"Rictor, you're in Fragdor. The darkranancer is on the loose." Appollo started. Rictor sighed with uninterest.
"I know, the strange happenings in Fragdor are the doings of the Darkranancer." He said, but when Appollo was going to say another word, Rictor quickly added," And I know what the darkranancer is capable of, and all their history and facts."

"Very good, Rictor," Desrade complimented, setting himself down on the wooden floor. "Appollo, we shall spend the night here. Do have a good sleep, will you?" He took off his helm and lay down with the helm as a pillow. Appollo did likewise, only that he was sleeping at the table with his hands propping up his head. Rictor took off his cape, lay on the floor, and blanketed himself with the cape. Then, there was another howl of a wolf. Rictor shuddered, knowing what it actually was.

It was no wolf.

It was the Elite thieves of Fragdor.

~To be continued...

This story is brought to you by

~Departure
_.:Epee:._

2006-05-08T14:12:00.000+08:00

Poetry

Literacy

Literacy cannot be bought or sold.
It is intangible, somewhat like honesty.
It can be learnt, however,
Yet illiteracy overwhelms literacy.
Literate people are like the flowers of a tree.
Small, yet significant.
Illiterate people are the leaves,
Which outnumbers the flowers greatly.
The roots of the tree decides which flower will bloom in spring,
And which leaves will fall off in the winter cold.
Roleplaying is similar.
The community are the leaves and flowers which adorn the tree.
The stem of the tree is the place where they roleplay.
The roots of the tree are their minds.

~Departure

_.:Epee:._

2006-05-06T11:18:00.000+08:00

BIG Bad Classroom Jokes

What did the sea say to the beach?
Nothing, it just waved.

Kylie and Rylie were talking about their forthcoming summer holidays. "Last year,"said Kylie,"my brother and I took turns to bury each other in the sand." "Yes, but what about this year?"interrupted Riley. "I was coming to that,"said Kylie. "This year we're going back to try and find him."

Specially for my classmates who DESPISE report books and cards... Here's some jokes for ya!!!

The trouble with the end of term is that it's when the school reports go out. When Sheila's dad got hers he said,"Why is your report so poor? Your teacher seems to think that you're really stupid." "Well, she would,"replied Sheila. "You see, she's a graduate."

What is a school report?
A poison pen letter from a teacher.

After Cheryl's mom got her report, she told Cheryl she must really work harder. "Hard work never killed anyone,"she said. "And I don't want to be the first!"retorted Cheryl.

Mom: This report says that you are very careless in your appearance.
Minnie: Really?
Mom: Yes, it says that you only appear at school about once a week.

------------------------------------------ THE END, FOR NOW ----------------------------------------------------
Brought to you by,
The Herb....... :D

2006-05-05T14:33:00.000+08:00

TO:ANGELICA HANDOVER FAYE(THE HERB)
MICHELLE WANTS MEDIEVAL NAMES BESIDES THE WESTERN ONES YOU GAVE HER

2006-05-04T17:37:00.000+08:00

Gwen,
you missed me out in the profiles thing

Amanda

2006-05-04T17:11:00.000+08:00

The Herb's Advice Show.... Episode 2.
P.S.
Michelle, here are some suggestions for your names, Western surnames, right? Well, here they are then; Henderson, Carlson, Dickinson, Johnson, Walker, etc. Can't think of anymore.
Anyway.... Back to the show.

The Herb: Hello everyone! Welcome to another episode of The Herb's Advice Show! Today, we have a guest, and her name is.....

*Drums roll.*

The Herb: Mrs Angelia Chan!!!

*Audience claps and cheers*

Mrs Chan: Hello everyone, my name is Mrs Angelia Chan. I'm very happy to be here today.

The Herb: Have a seat Mrs Chan. :D (Thinks: I'm getting nervous.... How do I interview my very own form teacher?)

Mrs Chan: Thank you. *Grabs a chair and sits down*

The Herb: Well, let's start off today's episode by talking about your job, Mrs Chan.

Mrs Chan: Well, I'm the HOD of the Maths department... And also the form teacher of a wonderful class. It is the best class that I have ever taught in my life. My previous classes were never this attentive at all. When I step into the class, my students greet me with such wonderful smiles and greetings. They are the greatest class in the world!

The Herb: Thanks for saying that Mrs Chan. I'm so touched by your words of our class.....

Mrs Chan: Your welcome, Herb.

The Herb: Hee... hee.... So, anyway, any advice to give to your beloved puils of AM6?

Mrs Chan: Yes, I have some advice to give them. Manage your time wisely, especially during the exam periods. Remember to have a study timetable so you won't be too stressed out about your work. During the weekends, try to study as well, but give yourself some free time. Free time is a very important so you can unwind.

The Herb: Thank you for the advice, Mrs Chan. I'm glad that you were the guest of our show today. Thank you.

Mrs Chan: No probelm. :)

*Mrs Chan walks off the set.*

The Herb: Well, that's all for today's show. I hope that you remember the advice given by Mrs Chan today. It may help you in the future. Good bye.

This show was brought to you by;
Angelica Faye Handover (a.k.a The Herb)

Today's episode was made possible by Mrs Angelia Chan. Thank you again!

2006-03-31T15:07:00.000+08:00

Hello, hello, Herb, you there? Hope everyone is watching. I'm looking for a surname for my character. One that has one or two syllables and not Japanese(-Blech-). Please, not an asian surname. Not like 'Lee', or 'Tan'...English surnames! Western! You know what I mean, right? Hopefully.
Yes yes, I'll choose only one. Everyone, please pitch in!

-.'Epee'.-

OOC//This is Michelle, by the way. I'll be referring to myself as 'Epee' from now on, like how Angelica refers to herself as 'Herb'. I'll change it sometime later, I'm sure. 'Til then, farewell. ^^//

2006-03-18T19:04:00.000+08:00

Welcome to a session of The Herb's advice show! (Hey, I'm just giving you guys advice only, ok?)
Episode 1
"Today, we have a guest, Mdm Chong!" (Guess who she is. Mdm _ _ r)

Herb: Mdm Chong, do you have any advice to give to all your students
who take Chinese?

Mdm Chong: Err..... yes, I want them to know that they will get extra H.W.
if they get less than 85 marks for their Chinese!

Herb: Erm..... advice, not threats, Mdm Chong. Anyway, you must expect
your students to pass their Chinese with flying colours, don't you?

Mdm Chong: Of course, I want them to be the best in Singapore for their
Chinese! They have the potential, you know. They speak good Chinese
and a lot of them converse in it in class.

Herb: Wow, you must have gifted students. You are very lucky. Anyway,
back to the objective of the show, what advice would you like to give to
your students who might be watching this show?

Mdm Chong: Advice? Let me see......... (5 minutes pass, slowly................)

Herb: *Yawns*
Err, so, what advice do you have after these long 5 minutes?

Mdm Chong: Nothing, sorry.

Herb: Oh, it's okay. (Thinks: "How dare she waste 5 minutes of my life?!
I could have used those minutes to do something useful, like studying!")

Mdm Chong: Are we still on air? I want to go home now and make my
beautiful curls more beautiful by curling them more.

Herb: *Grateful that Mdm Chong wants to leave* Oh please, go on ahead.

Mdm Chong: Oh, thank you for having me on this show today. It was a
wonderful experience for me. *Gets off the set.*

Herb: (Thinks: "And it was an awful experience for me. I'm glad that you
are gone. I would jump for joy if we weren't on air.")

Herb: Well, that's all the time that we've got today! Have a nice day and
don't sue me for not giving you any advice at all on today's episode.
The guest is supposed to do it. Well anyway, see you on our next episode,
bye!

Host: The Herb

Brought to you by Summerhill Entertainment (Just jokin')

2006-03-10T18:58:00.000+08:00

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