Thursday, February 5, 2009
hello, old friend.
6:17 PM
"Ah, ye want to be an adventurer, do ye, lad? Aye, I'm sure ye've heard tales of magnificent riches and glory to be had. Have ye heard the tales of sleeping in the mud, days of riding, vicious monsters, road bandits, and gaping painful wounds. Of course, ye haven't heard those! If everyone heard tell of those stories there'd be a hell of a lot less adventurers."
-Lezardan of Cormyr----you know; it's funny. if some of my old diary entries were anything to go by, the world would have ended sometime early last year. my world would have, at least. the bottom of it would have fallen right through like when sand meets gravity and i'd be on the floor trying to gather the grains with chopsticks. but i've come to realize that it doesn't work that way. you were not the first (though i like to think you were, and i know you feel the same), andyou were not the last, and contrary to my own old beliefs, i can actually feel kismet with someone else other than you. be moved to midnight laughter by someone who is not you. feel something for someone who is not you...and that makes me happy, and a little wistful, and fearful, and a little giddy all at the same time...but for the most part i'm just happy. no more void. no more unwanted turbulence. no more pressing my face into the mirror and trying to see you there, no--all that remains is a tranquil acceptance of things that have been, and that have come to pass, and the thrilling excitement of the new things happening now. which brings me to you#2. all i have to say is: .... chicken or fish?*grins*----j: "don't make me say that word."c: "what word?"j: "...THAT word. The one that starts with an F."c: "...stupid?"): I AM NOT AN AIRHEAD IT WAS ALL THE PHONE RECEPTION I SWEAR. Not my fault "F" sounds like "S" when you're 697237213098 miles away!oh and just so the world knows, i've invented a brilliant new kind of code. you know how some geeky people (albeit myself) like to put actions in asterisks, like so? :
*smiles**laughs**pokes with straw**kills with straw*
*divetacklehugglesquishesloves with straw*....etc. i've invented a code where you can do the same thing on the phone!
And ALL you have to do is, where you want to put the "actions-in-asterisks" thing-- just moderate your voice to go about an octave higher/lower, just so people can tell when you're talking normally and when you're saying out asterisked actions. because i'm cool like that. I tried it out and was met by a peal of snorted, unsuccessfully-muffled laughter on the other end. gee, thanks, yeah be that way, why don't you? one day when I'm famous and known the world over for inventing this like the dude who invented the Morse Code; don't be coming and expecting any % profits. Oh and while we're ranting--...is it just my imagination, or is the whole of Singapore except me shooting up taller and taller?!
I was on the MRT yesterday during our Orientation Hunt and then the train stopped at Raffles Place and a whole bunch of people flooded in and I swear, every single one of them was taller than me. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. i felt infinitely Lilliputianesque!..which sucked. I was standing there in the middle of all these Yao-Mings and feeling very small and I couldn't see a thing. Then I looked up, and since I happened to be standing next to one of the tallest guys in the train cabin ( I wouldn't know for sure. I couldn't see past him.), he inclined his head downwards to look at me and smile. I swear- it was like a scene straight out of Pixar's "Dinosaur", y'know?- where the brachiosaurus sloooowly cranes its neck aaaaaalll the way down to the ground to smile benovolently at, like, the tiny prehistoric-monkey-thing. ...fun-sized, my foot.I'm a pygmy! I'm a dwarf among giants!Hundreds of years from now they'll be putting the likes of people like me in museums and framing us up in little glass cases with little placards on the front for the tourists to read. Okay I'll be off soon to practise Lucky with the other half of Carnesh/Arca/Crrrr-ash/Carcrash. 3 hours of sleep + long inane (but fun. v fun.) int'l phonecalls + no caffeine + talenttime auditions + dance party later on = WOO fun day. I'm gonna end off with a short excerpt from Chapter Two of Yet-To-Be-Named Novel by Lt Joe Rolleston, 42 Commandos, Royal Marines. Just because Saine and Tana are just about the coolest twosome ever. And also because Tana was nailed down just about right and I have to say I'm pretty impressed. ----" Saine saw another flash of movement in the darkness. He brought Lassitude into a defensive position, anticipating another Gnarl attack. Instead, a woman emerged from the undergrowth. Saine studied her closely. She was of small, slender build with long dark hair that appeared unkempt. She wore a purple cloak over what appeared to be leather armour. Her eyes were an unusual amber-green and radiated a strange brightness. Her face was very feminine, beautiful perhaps, with copper toned skin, but she had an air of strength about her. Her eyes were fixed on Saine, clearly studying him with the same intensity."Judging by the eyepatch, I'd say you were a pirate," she smiled. Saine arched an eyebrow. "No? Well, with swordsmanship like that, I'm ruling out travelling doctor. A soldier? No, too scruffy. A mercenary, perhaps?" she inquired, hardly pausing for breath. "Until recently," Saine replied bluntly. "Ooh. Hung up your sword, have you? Well, obviously not..." she smiled, obviously finding her own joke more amusing than Saine did. Saine made to walk past her, but she skipped backwards, blocking his path. "Where you headed?" she asked. Saine went to push her aside, but in a lightning quick movement that caught him completely offguard, she withdrew a short sword from beneath her cloak and rested it lightly on his neck. "Now, there's no need to be rude, is there? It was a straight question," she said, with a hint of menace. "Miriel," growled Saine. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Now, people only go to Miriel to buy and sell things, or to drink a lot of ale. Either way, you've either got a lot of gold in that big bag of yours, or something I could sell for a lot of gold. Am I right?" she said, the sword still pressed against his neck. He clenched his jaw. He drove his knee hard into her stomach, knocking the air frmo her lungs and causing her to stagger backwards. He knocked the sword from her hand with his forearm and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her slightly from the ground. "Aye, lots of value. But you really should be more careful when choosing your marks," he said, squeezing his hand slightly tighted. She spluttered, pain flashing across her delicate features. He released her and she dropped to her knees. He quickly brought Lassitude upward, its point resting just below her neck. She stared at him and scowled. "You're very lucky I'm making good time. On another day, I'd run you through and be done with it," he said calmly. "I'd have killed you first," she said, her breathing finally returning to normal. A half-smile slid onto his face. "So, do you have a name to go with that killer instinct?""Tanaquil Seregond. And don't forget it," she replied, her eyes narrowing. "I'm Saine Leingod and my sword is bigger than yours, so I'll be making the thinly-veiled threats, if that's okay with you."To his surprise, she burst into laughter, which shattered the silence of the forest. "Well, Saine Leingod, it seems that we're headed in the same direction. And with all these nasty Gnarls prowling around, I could do with the protection of a tough ex-mercenary and his big, scary sword," she said, her eyes fixed on Saine, a small smile on her face. He was taken aback by her attitude, but found himself inexplicably impressed. "If you stay in front of me, do exactly as I say, it's a deal. And, I'll carry your sword for you, just in case," he said, removing the point of his sword from her chest for the first time. She got to her feet, dusted herself off, and beamed at him. "Sounds fair to me." " -----Over and out!xx
