Saturday, January 29, 2005
ooh.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
| You Have A Type A- Personality |
You are one of the most balanced people aroundMotivated and focused, you are good at getting what you wantYou rule at success, but success doesn't rule you. When it's playtime, you really know how to kick backWhether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds |
interesting, it doesn't hurt to be a lil older i hope
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You Are 22 Years Old |
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22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
hahahahahahaha!!!!! yay the camp is over!! so glad i didn't mess things up! i'm so freaking tired i'd post the full detailed program some day. thanks a lot to those ppl that helped the teambuilding team and campfire team during the camp! thanks A LOT to the logistic team, you guys rock!!! goodnight ppl, love you.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
oh my god. i'm so freaking tensed up. today is the last preparation for the sec 1 camp. in less than 20 hours, the camp would start. and i've not freaking packed my bag. oh my god! the little ass wants me to pack his bag too. goodness,crazy little ass. i really hope this camp would be a blast and nothing will go wrong!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!!
OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! argh!!!!!
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
demented moron
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
you are so bloody blind, i feel like slapping your face.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
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Sunday, January 09, 2005
i've got a physic test tomorrow and i've not studied it properly yet. and i have ZERO idea why i'm here.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Friday, January 07, 2005
i'm sorry for those weird weird words like @#$&% in the story. i don't know why it's like this. lol.
Crying Angel
this is a story written by kwan zheng. i don't know, but i like this story a lot. enjoy!
-=Crying angel=-
And there she stood in the hallway,
With her broken wing,
Tears flowing from her eyes,
Every drop precious,
She smiles in her silence,
As she fades away,
Her pain coming undone,
She cried no more.
-Piers
Intro:
Love is something everyone tries to define, no matter how much you try and define it; it is always different one way or another. Love changes things, and relationships are never the same again. Love can be in many kinds too, sibling love, parental love, love of inanimate objects, love of a wife or husband. But most of the time people concentrate on the love between a man and a woman, boy and girl. Why do we define it so much? That kind of love affects us the most I guess, it can bring us the greatest joy, and the greatest pain. That is why that kind of love is considered so important to us. To me, love between a boy and a girl, is a union of souls. True love is where both boy and girl are best friends and lovers at the same time and that they would do anything for each other.
Often, love is a compromise for the other party, which makes one question love, but is it wrong to question another’s love? They say love should be unquestioned, but often, we still question it. In any relationship between a boy and girl, there will always be a time where their love for each other is tested, that is how the strength of their love is defined. But no matter how many relationships you have gone through, it is always different. No matter how much your experience, when its true love, you are always uneasy and unsure of yourself.
True love, how does it happen? Love at first sight? I do not really believe in such things, for even when you look into the eyes of the person, no matter how much you judge a person by their looks, you cannot tell what they are truly like, until you have been with them. For me, I judge women like a bottle of wine, the appearance of the bottle maybe attractive or seductive, but you can never know what its like or whether you would love it until you have tasted its contents. The contents are the women’s true self, her personality and her essence. A woman can be sweet or sour, strong or mildly pleasant, intoxicating or weak. She could have a great after taste that leaves you wanting for more, she could make you addicted to her. Addiction, the start of infatuation, that eventually leads to love. To me, infatuation is the part and parcel of life that eventually leads to love or rejection if it is given the chance. And like wine, women can get better with age or become the sour vinegar that would be undrinkable. It depends on her, she is the one who defines how she ages and changes. If she becomes better with age, her beauty is more enhanced and her personality becomes more refined. But those are the rare type of wines. But I did find one; she was the rarest bottle of wine I had ever found. She was the one.
Chapter one: The girl
There she stood,
A lone girl along the path,
The hunter she saw,
A journey begins,
A destination untold,
Destiny foretold.
-Piers
The rain is painful when it smacks against your face as your racing down the beaten path on horseback. I was returning from a hunt alone, I had gone ahead of my brothers who went with me to hunt the wolves in the forest. I was the youngest of three, most brash and foolish. My brothers warned me not to ride too fast, but who were they to tell me? I was an accomplished rider, trained by the king’s guard on horseback riding. But then again, even the most accomplished rider can make mistakes.
A branch was right in front of me as I was racing down the path, and before I knew it, I was on the wet and muddy path, drenched and soaked. As I tried to get up, I felt the sudden pain in my back; I had fallen off my horse at a great speed. My steed was quickly galloping away; I tried to call for it to come back, but to no avail. I laid there all alone, in pain. I was a good twenty minutes ahead of my brothers who were probably riding slowly and carefully back. I felt a sense of regret, and I also knew that I was quickly dying on the path. Then reality hit me, a young son of a great knight, killed by a branch… how insulting a death it would be to my father, my family, to me.
I was about to give up hope of rescue when there she was, a young girl, standing before me, she stood over me, and she shed a tear that landed on my cheek. I reached my hand out to her and she held it. I gripped tightly and she gripped back just as tightly. At then, I felt at ease, I knew I would not die alone, I would at least die holding the hand of this young girl. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a room, with the girl who was smiling at me, she offered me her hand and I took it. She led me to a doorway, which seemed to lead to a bright light, and then I thought: It must be the doorway to heaven. And so we walked through it, together.
And then I awoke to a sudden pain, my brothers were around me, the other hunters who were with them were also standing around me. I was still alive, on this wet and muddy path. And then I fainted…
I awoke to find myself in bed; my mother was by my side, her eyes bloodshot from crying for a long time. My father was looking out the window. My mother and I embraced each other and we cried together. My father never said a word and continued to look out the window. I told my parents how so sorry I was and that it would never happen again. My father spoke as he continued to look out the window, refusing to look at me, “ You know how much pain and worry you have brought upon your mother? See how much tears she has shed for you. You foolish boy, how could you have fallen off your horse? Your brothers refused to tell me what had happened. But I am sure that you must have been foolish, riding ahead of the others again. Am I not wrong?”
I apologized to my father and told him it was true of what he said but my brothers had warned me and it was not their fault. Just then a man entered the room, he introduced himself to me as the physician who tended to my injuries. He said that it was a miracle that I had survived and that I was somehow able to recover from such serious injuries. He said I needed to rest further and that I should refrain from any physical activity for the next few weeks. Hearing those words, my father told me that I was grounded and not permitted to leave the manor for two months as punishment for my foolishness.
I accepted my punishment and found it rather lenient considering that my father could have had me flogged for what had happened. But then again, he would not scar his own child, perhaps a slap in the face and stable work. Clearing the manure from the stables. But actually, I did not mind doing stable work, it gave me a chance to interact with the servants, the animals and do some real work. When I was young, I used to be sent to the stables often as punishment, but when they found out I enjoyed it, I was confined in the manor as punishment instead.
I found life in the castle boring, the only things I could do in the castle were, cook, paint or read. My mother loved reading, my father had a huge library constructed for her, and he imported books from all over the country at great costs for her. My father was an illiterate though, and he refused to be taught by my mother. My two other brothers were men of action like me, but they were older and more restrained. My mother taught the three of us how to read and write. My father taught us the use of a sword and shield. He sent me to the king’s academy where I was finally expelled for misconduct. Do not get me wrong that I was a horrible student, I was one of the most eager students there, and I was considered one of the best in the academy. The reason for me being expelled was because I was fond on playing pranks on the knights who were training us. And a week before I was to graduate, I played a prank on the head master of the academy which infuriated him. I can still remember him scratching himself all over. My father had grounded me for half a year for what had happened. I had in a sense wasted all the money he had spent on sending me to the academy. I was the only one to go to the academy as my brothers refused to be sent to the academy.
As the weeks went by, I recounted what had happened the day I fell off my horse. Remembering the young girl, she had to be about the age of fifteen, three years younger than me. The more I thought of her, the more I could remember how she looked like. She was fair and had shoulder length hair and beautiful eyes. She had the sincere kind of eyes that you would trust at first glance. But then again, looks can be deceiving, I had met many a girl who looked innocent but were not. But this girl seemed different, I could not understand why. I tried to remember the part where I was in a strange room and that I was holding her hand, walking through the door into the bright light… It could not have been a dream, I could feel the soft touch of her hand and I even felt the warmth of the light.
It was strange; I was unsure what had actually happened. But there was no way I could tell, so I tried to forget about it. And so the 2 months went by. I was back to my hunting again and this time, I was under probation by my father, and my brothers were to make sure I followed them at all times. How sick I felt, to be watched like a little child. My brothers understood how I felt and told me that they had to follow our father’s orders lest they invoke his wrath. The hunters who always accompanied us worked for my father, so if my brothers did not do as they were told, my father would surely find out and they too would get into trouble.
But during one hunt, we got separated, it was dark and we were caught in a thunderstorm, I tried to call out to them but to no avail. As I tried to navigate around, my horse tripped and fell. This time, I was ready for such a thing to happen, in the academy, they had taught us to on how to get off the horse safely if it was about to fall. I leaped from my saddle and landed safely away from the frantic horse that had fallen. It had fallen on the side where a mace was placed on the saddle; the mace was being pressed into the horse by its own weight. I knew the horse could not be saved so I took out my sword and killed the horse instantly.
And now I was stuck on foot, lost in the forest. I stumbled around trying to find my way out, and then I fell. I slid down a slope and found myself in a ditch. Looking around me, I saw an approaching carriage. I waved and shouted to it. The carriage stopped and soldiers on horseback came forward with their swords drawn, ordering me to identify myself. I told them I was the son of the Sir Du font, Piers. And then came a deep voice from the carriage, “Why are you just standing there boy, get into the carriage before you catch a chill!”
I entered the carriage and saw the man was a well-dressed man and beside him was a girl… The same girl who I met in the forest that day! I stared into her eyes, mesmerized and she smiled back at me. The man laughed and said, “ She is a beauty no? She is my daughter, and I am pleased to meet the son of Sir Du Font. Your name is Piers is it not?”
“Yes sir.” I replied.
“ Well, I am the Count Aspen, and this is my daughter Christine.” Said the man.
“ I am pleased to meet you Count Aspen.” I replied. I greeted his daughter too and took her hand in mine and kissed it. Christine covered her face with her hand and giggled. This made the Count frown as he probably found her conduct, rather unlady like. But to me, it was just fine. I realized I was dripping wet and had dripped on her dress as I was reaching forward to kiss her hand. I quickly apologized and she dismissed it just as quickly with her laughter. The Count asked me questions about my father and how things were going, which kept me from talking to Christine. The Count apparently had been invited to stay at my Father’s manor. When we arrived, I was told by my father to go to my room and stay there. He was definitely upset about me losing the horse and being so drenched, he was also probably upset because his guest had found me in such a miserable state.
A servant told me that there was to be a banquet in honor of the Count’s stay, which was to be held the very next night. I wanted to see Christine once more, and get a chance to talk to her, but I would have to wait till the banquet the next day, as my father was still cross with me so I dared not disobey his orders and stayed in my room.
The next day, during the banquet I saw Christine again, her hair was styled in a manner that enhanced her features, which captivated me. My brothers gossiped with me about Christine’s beauty and my eldest brother told me that he was going to try and woo her, and when I tired to protest, my brothers jested with me and said that I was interested in her. At that, my face turned red and both my brothers broke into fits of laughter. This shocked everyone at the banquet and made my father yell at them to conduct themselves properly. When my brothers finally quieted down to soft giggles, the banquet commenced. As we ate, I could not help but look at Christine and I realized that she too was looking at me. As I stared at her, she made a gesture that hinted to me to go outside. And then she excused herself and everyone stood up. Which was a proper custom we followed, if a lady left the table, all the men should stand up to show respect.
I excused myself at the same time, which caused everyone at the table to speculate as to why I was leaving the table too. The Count whispered into my father’s ear while both of them were looking at me and they laughed. Uneasily, I walked out of the room and to went to where Christine was.
There she was, standing on the balcony looking at the stars. “ Isn’t it beautiful? The stars up in the sky.” She spoke.
“Yes milady, its beautiful, but I find your beauty more intriguing.”
“ Hmmm, what are you trying to say sir? That you have an interest in me?”
At those words, my face turned red and I tried to hide my face. Christine giggled and said, “ Your emotions are easy to see sir, or is it that you have had too much wine?”
“ I just… I…”
“ Well, I guess that answers it.” She smiled and she walked back into the banquet room. I returned a while later and we never spoke again for the rest of the night, but we continued to look and smile at each other during the entire banquet.
My brothers both confronted me after the dinner and asked me what had happened. But I told them that it was none of their business. My brothers both laughed and said that I was probably trying to court Christine. I dismissed it as childish speculations and refused to talk to them further. I knew in my heart though, that I was now infatuated with her.
In the morning the next day, I saw Christine on horseback disappearing from the horizon… alone. I ran to the stables and jumped on a horse and rode as fast as I could to catch up with her. Eventually, I caught up with her; she had tied the horse to a tree and was sitting on the grass by a stream. She wore long pants and a shirt, which made her figure all too clear. I became very uneasy as I walked towards her.
“You know, its wrong for a man to stalk a lady.” She said.
“I’m not stalking you. I just happened to be passing by.” I said.
“You’re a terrible liar you know that?” She laughed. My face turned red again.
“ Well, don’t just stand there like a fool, come and sit beside me.” She beckoned me.
By now, my heart was pounding, but I somehow managed to gather the courage to sit beside her. We began to talk about our childhood and things our parents had made us do. And then I decided to ask her about my incident. “ You know, I had an accident a few months ago, I had fallen off my horse and was dying, until I met this girl who held my hand, that girl… that girl looked like you.”
Christine laid down on the grass and closed her eyes. She just said, “ Perhaps I am that girl, perhaps not.” From then on, She and I never talked about it. For the next few weeks, we would ride together and stop at the same stream and we would talk for hours on end.
I learnt that Her mother had died when she was eight. She had to take care of her father who was not exactly the kind who could take care of himself. She loved literature and told she told me that she loved to write poems. She would recite to me beautiful poems and then she would poke my nose and run off. Sometimes we would end up chasing each other around. As time went by, we became best friends, and I also found that I had fallen for her.
Every night, I would dream of her. But she was different in the dreams. She was an angel, an angel with a broken wing. An angel in a garden, she would tell me her poems and she would do the same things I did with her in real life. One day, I told Christine about my dreams.
“ I never thought you would remember such a thing…” said Christine looking away, trying to avoid my gaze.
“ Remember? What do you mean?” I asked.
“ Its true that we share the same dream I guess, I used to share the same dream with my mother.”
“What does this mean?”
“ I’m not sure, perhaps that we share a special bond… I’m not sure”
“Surely you must know… Christine, please tell me all you know!”
“ I… I…” Christine ran away from me. I just sat there pondering on what had just happened. I was sharing the same dream with her, but how was it possible, I did not know.
After that incident, Christine avoided me. I was terribly hurt that she would not see me or go out with me anymore. And I was told that in a week’s time the Count would be leaving along with her, so I knew I had to do something. I wrote a poem for her and planned a dinner for just her and I. I wrote a letter that I left beside her bed, hoping that she would find it and meet me.
I prepared the finest dishes I knew, far guar for appetizer; sautéed duck for the main course and crepe suzette for dessert and each course I chose a wine, white wine for the appetizer, red wine for the main course and port wine for the dessert. I had a table and two chairs placed at the stream where we usually talked. I hired a violinist to play for us during dinner. And then, she arrived; she was a sight to behold, she wore one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen, except maybe for the lady’s in the king’s court, and not to mention that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I took her hand in mine and I kissed it. “ Good evening milady” I said.
She smiled and then we sat down to dinner. She loved each course and the wine, which went with each course. Of course, she was a little upset with me for choosing such a sinful appetizer. Far guar is actually goose’s liver, which is very rich and saturated. And for dessert, I had a pan and stove prepared by the side of the table where I could show her my culinary skills. I proceeded to cook the crepe suzette in the most spectacular way I knew, allowing the flame of the alcohol to rise so high that it set my eye brows on fire. This caused her to laugh as I tried to frantically put out the flame with my hands. Fortunately, I was not hurt. But the crepe suzette was ruined. So I had to start all over again. This time, with a smaller flame. We decided to lie down on the grass to eat our dessert. I laid a cloth on the grass, which I had brought along to make it more comfortable. We talked, ate and listened to the music played by the violinist. When we had finished eating, I recited to her the poem I wrote for her. The poem I entitled prolonged love. When I was done reciting, I was about to ask her what she thought of it, but before I could do anything she placed a finger on my lips to stop me from talking... and then she leaned forward and closed her eyes and kissed me.
Chapter two: Prolonged love
Promises I cannot always keep, understanding I seek,
Remembering you as you remember me,
Opening up your heart to me as I to you,
Laughing together as we hold each other,
Opening the door of love,
Never looking back,
Going forth hand in hand,
Ever loving, truly deeply,
Devotion upon this orchard we would grow together,
Lying side by side each other beneath the stars,
Obstacles in our way strengthen our love,
Valentine I wish to be to you,
Ever lasting love is what I offer you.
-Piers
They say true love can stand the test of time, even when the two lovers are apart. Sometimes, true love does falter. We had promised to write letters to each other often, and so we did keep that promise over the next few months. Each time I wrote a letter to her, I wrote it with the sincerity and love that I felt for her. And each time I received a letter from her, I cherished it. Before long, there was a pile of letters by my bedside. Every letter was precious to me, although I received letters from her often; I felt that there was a void.
I could not see her face, feel her warm sweet touch, hear her recite her poems. I longed for her, but I made it a point to pray to god every night to watch over her and that my love would remain strong for her. I would light a candle every night for her and leave it by the door, as if a beacon to her should she come during the night and see the light and find the manor, and find me.
One day, a troupe of actors came to town, news of their arrival had spread all over town and everyone was excited to see the play. This troupe had arrived from Paris by order of the Count Aspen, who sent them to perform for the entire town and for my family. However, I was not keen on watching the performance by the troupe, because by now I had become a little depressed about not being with Christine, it had been a month since my last letter from her, and I was getting worried. My eldest brother, Fronsac came to persuade me, “ You know Piers, my little brother, I hate to see you doing nothing at home and being lovesick over a girl who is far away.”
“Its none of your business my brother, what I do and feel is not for you to decide.” I spoke.
“Well, my business or not, I think you should know that among the troupe of actors are some very beautiful ladies who are worth watching.”
“ I’m not interested in girls Fronsac, leave me alone.”
“The troupe of actors that have arrived from Paris, were sent by your darling’s father is it not? Should you at least show some appreciation and attend this performance. It is your duty as a member of this family to attend it lest you wish to anger Father.” Said Fronsac.
I knew then that I had no choice but to attend the performance. Although reluctant, I knew it would soon be over, or so I thought. The apple meant to tempt me was simply waiting for me to find it.
When we arrived at the town square, I saw that a stage had been constructed and rows and rows of seats had been placed around it. Since the performance was meant as a gift to my father, we were seated right in front. A few minutes before the performance was to start, all the seats were filled up, and there were many people standing around who wanted to watch the performance. It seemed that the whole town had come to see the play; every shop and house around the town square was closed. If one were to walk into the town right now, they would have thought that the town was deserted accept for the performance in the middle of the town.
I could not help but notice a woman who was peeking outside the curtains on stage. She had blue demure eyes, and she had shoulder length hair. She reminded me of Christine. And then I realized, she was looking at me, and when I looked into her eyes she smiled and disappeared behind the curtains.
“ She is a true beauty young brother, and she looks like she her eyes set on you.” Said my second brother, Gaston.
“ Yes, it seems like beautiful girls always have their eyes set on you my brother, with you around, the two of us do not have a chance of getting the best.” Joked my eldest brother.
“ If I looked like any of you two, I would have jumped off from top of the tower of Babel.” I joked back.
“Ha, young brother, you are too confident of yourself, you should learn to be more of an adult like us.”
“Perhaps you two should listen to me, after all I am the eldest, and heir to the family fortune.”
“ The day I listen to you two, I will find myself kissing a donkey.”
“ Perhaps that suits you best little brother, a donkey.”
“Yes, a donkey, I will get you one for your birthday. Just try not to make too much noise in the middle of the night ok?”
“ Fronsac, Gaston, I’ve had enough of this. I know I cannot win. I yield to you both.” At these words, my brothers smiled to each other and apologized to me for being so mean to me. Just as they finished apologizing, the lamps along the street around the town square were all put out, leaving only the light of a spotlight on the stage. It was amazing, the spotlight they used shone so brightly, and it could probably have been used in a lighthouse.
An eerie music was being played, and I could see despite the darkness, little children burying their faces into their mother’s clothes, afraid to see what might happen or appear. And then, a little girl appeared from behind the curtains, and she twirled and jumped about, and then there was a loud scream, and the girl fell to the floor, motionless. The children in the audience also screamed and began to cry. Some women were holding on to each other, because they too were afraid.
I was enjoying every second of it; it was like no other performance I had ever seen. My mother told me it was a different style of theatre that used Goth as a theme. It was one of those rare shows that were often banned in many areas, because of its supposed evil it represented. The story was about the three devils, which were sisters. Each sister brought upon the world a certain evil. The girl represented purity, and that she was left vulnerable on the stage, vulnerable to the three evils. The three evils represented despair, destruction and jealousy. Each worked hand in hand to corrupt the people of the world and bring misery upon man.
And then another person came out from the curtains; she had a painted mask on, the mask of the devil. She moved in such a graceful manner that I was captivated by it. I could feel the emotion expressed by the movements. And through the mask, I could see the person’s eyes. It was the same blue eyes, the same woman, I also realized she had the shoulder length hair I saw. The woman looked into my eyes and pointed at me, and then she proceeded to dance around the motionless body of the little girl on stage. And then two other actors came on stage, both of them had the same mask as the first woman, and they had the same eyes, same length of hair. I was beginning to wonder; perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me. My mother leaned over to me and told me these were the three sisters.
And with a sudden explosion, the four people on stage had disappeared, and everyone began to clap. A man came from behind the curtains and spoke, “ In this world we live in, there is always the good and the bad. Evil and the righteous. There is a constant struggle in this world, between the two sides.
There is a struggle inside us even. Many of us always say we are good and do righteous. But most of us are simply lying to ourselves; the bible tells of the Ten Commandments, how many of you actually follow all of them? Even a child can be guilty of breaking one of the commandments. And they say children are born innocent and pure.
But they are wrong, the second they enter this world and leave their mother’s womb; they are corrupted by the very air we breathe. This world is so full of sin, that it cannot be counted. And the lord said thou shall not lie, and how many of people have lied since? I think all of you have, one time or another. And the lord said thou shall not steal, many are guilty of this sin, and even the children here right now may be guilty of such a sin.
Remember this, even taking a piece of bread from the kitchen without permission is stealing. And the lord said thou shall not curse god. How many of you are guilty of this sin? Even though you do not mean to curse at him, in times of anger you use his name in vanity or profanity. The list goes on people, think carefully about your actions, and know that none of you are truly righteous, and I hope you all take it as a learning experience and go forth and be better men and women.”
With that, the man walked off the stage. By now, the atmosphere was so tense and no one made a sound, even the children who cried had stopped. What the man said was a very heavy topic that really was heartfelt by many of the people in the audience. Even I was affected by what had been said. And so the performance continued. Through their words and dances, the actors told story on how the three evils brought pain, misery and destruction upon this world. The three sisters worked hand in hand. Jealousy brought about hatred and destruction, destruction that brought about despair. In all, the three brought out the ugly side of human nature. It showed how greedy and cruel people could be, without giving a thought to how others might suffer. And it even showed that some people enjoyed watching people suffer.
And halfway through the performance came the same man, who spoke to us, and this time he wore a white cloak and held in his hand a book. The book in his hand was the bible. And so, the performance went on and its story was slowly revealed. The man was supposed to be a holy man who brought forth the word of god. Those who listened to him shunned the three evils.
Without people to follow the three evils, the three evils grew weaker and were angered by what had happened. Their power over the people was slowly waning. In the end, the three evils, managed to entice the little girl, which represented purity to kill the priest. The girl stabbed the priest, but in doing so, the priest forgave the girl and the girl became changed. In the end the girl then shunned the three evils. The girl that represented purity had become a sinner, but thanks to the forgiveness of the priest, she was changed. In the end, the three evils were defeated when everyone shunned them. And the performance ended by showing the three evils dancing to represent them dying, until they came to a stop and fell to the floor which signaled their death. And then the people would rejoice and praise god, which signaled a victory of man.
At the end of the performance, I was thoroughly exhausted. My brothers dragged me to the back of the stage where we met the performers. And there, I met the three sisters. To my shock, they all looked alike. The three sisters turned out to be triplets. My brothers and I introduced ourselves to them. The three sisters in turn introduced themselves.
My brothers decided to take the women to a lake nearby, and my brothers dragged me along too. At the lake, my brothers each picked out one of the women for themselves and brought them to a quiet corner to talk. I was left alone with the last of the women, whom I realized was the very same woman who had stared at me from behind the curtains before the performance.
“ Hmmm, I find you very attractive monsieur Piers, you have the look of a true noble. Tell me, are you of noble blood?” Asked the woman.
“ Well, yes I am a noble, but it does not matter, my blood is still the same colour as yours is it not?” I replied.
“ It does surprise me that a noble like you would consider a person like me as your equal when I am clearly a person of lower stature than you.” She smiled.
“ Noble or not, I am still a man, there is nothing divine or special about my blood. I am a human, just like you.”
“ Why so cold monsieur Piers? Have I offended you? Or do you dislike me?”
“ No, you have not offended me, and I do not dislike you.”
“Then do you find me attractive monsieur Piers? For I am greatly attracted to you.”
“Your attraction is only physical miss, and perhaps just an attraction to my stature.”
“I want you, and I know you want me.”
“But I hardly know you, why should I want you miss?”
“I am willing to give you my mind and body if you let me.”
At those words, I gulped down hard. I never met a person so direct. Perhaps she was the kind who knew what she wanted and had no trouble voicing what she wanted. Her attitude intrigued me, but it made me fear what were her intentions.
“Perhaps, monsieur Piers is not yet ready for a real women yet, perhaps he needs to grow up.”
“ I am no Child! I am a grown man, and I am ready! Who are you to imply that I am still a boy?”
“Monsieur, your anger entices me, just hold me and vent your anger upon me!”
She took my hand in hers and placed it on her waist. By now I found myself being drawn in by her advances. The more I tried not to think of the woman in front of me, the more voluptuous she became, the more I wanted her.
And then, she kissed me. Her hand was about reach further down when I stopped her.
“What is wrong with you? I thought all men want this; every man I have met wanted this. Do you not want me? Want my body? I thought men love this body!”
“My heart belongs to someone already, I will not cheat on her.”
The woman took me to where my second brother was, even before we could see them, I could hear the moaning and groaning of the woman he was with. “Do you not want this? I can see that you are turned on Monsieur! Give in to your desires, give in to me!” She reached down and gripped me; I could not control myself any longer. I grabbed her and began stripping her. But then I stopped halfway, I realized what I was doing, I was about to give in to my lust. I got up, and told her I was sorry and walked away. The woman cursed at me as I walked away. I was disgusted with myself that I had faltered so easily, oh how weak I was. Fortunately though, I had managed to stop myself.
My brothers were probably enjoying themselves right now, but I did not care about enjoyment, I knew that I had to stay faithful to Christine. I had managed to resist the temptation of the apple, but barely. I had plucked the apple from the tree, but I managed to stop myself from taking the first bite. Maybe I did take the first bite though, but I had not swallowed. The kiss was the first bite, but it was she who kissed me.
Perhaps being faithful was harder than I thought, such a simple temptation could cause me to falter for a moment. Even though it may have been just a moment, it was a moment too much. I felt like I had betrayed Christine, betrayed our love. When I arrived home, I immediately wrote a letter to Christine, telling her how much I loved her and that I would stay faithful to her as always. I guess I wrote it with a heavy heart. It was probably more of a way to ease my guilt, that which I hate myself for.
During the next few weeks, I would occupy myself with various activities like cooking, reading and horse riding. Each moment, I would anxiously wait for a letter from Christine. Months had passed, and still no letter. I had become a little disheartened. I was worried if she had forgotten me or had found someone else. The more I thought of it, the more upset I became. I had become jealous of something that may not be true, I was jealous that she might have found someone and did not care about me anymore. I guess that’s what love is about, you love them so much, they you get jealous if they are with someone else. But I did not even know if that was true, yet the more I thought about it, it became more of a reality in my mind. The possibility of it was so great in my mind. I am not saying that obsession is the right thing, but if you truly love someone and they did not seem to acknowledge it and that they ignore you, you would feel neglected or jealous, and you could even begin to speculate what they might be doing behind your back.
Petty thoughts, but that was what I was back then. Perhaps my lack in faith showed that my love was not strong enough after all. But I still did my best to think that she still loved me.
One night, I awoke to find a person standing over me, since I was still a little groggy from my sleep I could need see who it was exactly. The person bent down and gave me a kiss. And then, I saw it was Christine; she had come. After all this time, she had not forgotten about me.
“Oh how I’ve missed you, just hold me.” Said Christine. And so I did, and we held each other all night, kissing each other and talking about what had happened since we last parted. The only thing I kept from her was the incident about me and that woman from the troupe.
Christine had apparently been traveling with her father to different places in Europe and even to a place called China. She had gotten permission from her father to visit me for two weeks.
And so, we were together again, I now realized how much I really missed her. We would have picnics at our favorite spot near the stream. We would talk for hours like we always did. Something I realized is, I always had so much to talk to her about, there was never a moment when I had nothing to say. The philosophy of life, poetry and her travels.
I learnt from her that China was a huge country that was many times larger than France. She had traveled a great distance on a trading route, which was known as the Silk Road. Towards the east she told me, where she met a strange man. His name was Master Long; he commanded great respect and was the head monk of a monastery.
I did not really care about this though, all I knew was that Christine was with me now, and that I could hear her voice, feel her touch. The minute she retired to her room, I set about planning what I would do with her during the two weeks. It was too precious a time to waste, and I was determined not to waste it. But just as I was about to set down and start writing down my plans, there was shouting outside the manor.
I rushed down to see what was happening, and there I saw two of the house guards who were fending of a man in dark robes. In each hand of the man was a short sword of design I had never seen before. The house guards both lunged at the man with their spears, only to hit nothing but air. The man had dodged the attacks of the guards easily, and now had begun his counter-attack. The two guards were cut down from where they stood; the man had dodged through their thrusted spears and attacked the men at a short distance, which they were defenseless. The man spotted me and then he ran off at great speed. I tried to give chase but was finally stopped by the dying guard who grabbed at my leg, “ Don’t go young master… It’s too dangerous…” after saying those words, the man died.
Only then had I realized that I was about to chase a man, who clearly had great fighting skill, and he was armed, where as I was not. By now it was too late to chase the man already, he had disappeared into the woods under the cover of darkness, I had no hope of chasing him down myself. My brothers came out of the house with their swords unsheathed. A servant came to me with my sword. And the hunt was on, with the guards, my brothers and the bloodhounds we had with us, we were about to set out to find the attacker.
“Wait! Piers, you must stay here, I need you and a few guards to stay here and guard the Manor, in case that man may return.” Said my father. I knew he was right, so I agreed to stay back and protect the Manor, to protect my Christine.
After standing guard for two hours outside the house and waiting for the search party to return, I heard a scream come from inside the house. I ran into the house just in time to hear the sound of flesh being sliced open. A second later, a guard came stumbling to me, and he staggered to me and fell down dead. It was the attacker, and he had the cold eyes of a snake. Remembering how the man had easily dodged the lunging attacks of the guards, I knew that I would have to be cautious in fighting him. The man was covered from head to toe with his dark robes. Only his eyes that showed no emotion could be seen.
His two swords were covered by blood, and then with a quick swipe of his wrists, the blades of his swords were clean. It was clear that the man could probably kill me without much difficulty but I had to try. I was getting ready to attack when Christine came into the room. For that moment, my concentration was broken as I looked at her. Sensing my lack of concentration, the man moved in for the kill. He dodged the swing of my sword and was crouched down ready to pounce onto me and kill me. As he lunged forward, I tried to swing down my sword hard to hit him, but I missed, I could here the clank of the sword on the stone floor. I knew then that it was too late for me to do anything. I closed my eyes and awaited the doom, which the man was about to bring upon me.
But it never happened, when I opened my eyes, I saw the man on floor, dead. In his back, was a dagger on the back of his head. Christine had thrown the dagger at him! I never realized that Christine was capable of such a thing. It was not common for women in my time to proficient in weapons, let alone throw a dagger with such accuracy. I dropped my sword and ran to Christine. Christine then began to cry and she ran into my open arms.
After the entire incident was over, Christine refused to tell me how she managed to throw a dagger at the last moment. The speed of the dagger had to be so fast that it managed to stop a person who was pouncing at me from half a foot away, while she was at least ten feet away. I did not ask her further as I knew the incident must have had been traumatic for her. The man turned out to be a tanned Chinese man that was Christine had seen in China, she did not know why the man had followed her.
After recounting the incident over breakfast the next morning with my entire family, my father laughed and said, “ Well son, apparently you have a lady that is not only beautiful in body and mind, but she is a good fighter as well!” Christine just blushed. It was the first time I had seen her blush.
Over the next two weeks, I spent more time with Christine. We roamed around the country and I took her to different places in town. I showed her where was the best place to have a meal or where was the best place to watch the sunset. At times, I would just sit next to her as she wrote her poetry, and I would eventually fall asleep with my head on her lap. Eventually, when it got late or if we had to go for dinner, she would tickle my nose until I finally woke up and then she would run off laughing. I would then run after her until I finally caught her and then I would pinch her cheeks. We were best friends, and we were meant for each other.
The night before she was to leave, we met at our usual rendezvous, the stream. We embraced each other for a long warm hug. During that time, her tears kept flowing from her eyes onto my shirt. Her emotion caused me to be overcome with my own tears. And we just stood there, embracing each other and crying, knowing the separation we would have to endure.
After a long while of crying, our lips found each other, and we shared a long and passionate kiss. Everything around us seemed to slow down, even the flowing stream. All I could sense was her warm touch, her lips, and her love. Once our lips had parted, we were left wanting for more, and so we kissed each other again.
That night was unforgettable, we just spent the night together there. She and I made a promise to each other that we would continue to write letters to each other when we were apart. And I made a vow to her that I would stay faithful, no matter how long we would be apart.
The next day was one of the hardest days for me, since both Christine and I had to part.
Chapter 3: absence makes the heart go yonder (journey to her)
Love is the highest achievement to which any human may aspire.
It is an emotion
That encompasses the full depth of heart, mind, and soul.
A man may fight the greatest enemy,
Take the longest journey,
Survive the most grievous of wounds --
And still be helpless in the hands
Of the woman he loves.
-Piers
.........and as you've seen, he hasn't completed it yet. haha. he's a busy man.
take care.
messing up my mind
i still don't know what to say. how? it's just too awakward. gawd.
school has started for a week. and i don't think it's going to be a relaxed year. looking at all my schedule for this month, i'm freaking packed. i went home everyday after 6 this week. i'm busy with trainings and sec 1 camp meetings. and in this week, i've already got 2 test. had probability test yesterday and arithmetic test this afternoon. i think i'm going to banded into the 2nd group. i just want to aim for an A for e math. i'm pretty stressed out by lots of pep talk about o levels from all the teachers. i really want to do my very best this final year and i'm going to need all the help i need. it's the sec 1 camp next friday. i'm really scared it'd screw up. i pray it's going to be alright.
pray for the tsunami victims.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
goodness
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
i don't know what signals you are sending me but i'm definately confused.
first day of school yesterday was quite alright. had lots of recap, lots of administration stuff. lots of reminders to help for the tsunami tradegy. i begin taking the bus now because i'm trying to save some money to donate everyday. i won't say how much but it's part of my daily pocket money. seriously, this tradegy really made me realise how lucky and how fortunate i am. while the other tsunami victims are taking shelter in the roads, i'm sleeping in my bed with air condition. singaporean kids are really shen(1) zai(4) fu(2) zong(1) bu(4) zhi(1) fu(2). there's this sec 1 girl who asked me where are they sleeping for the camp. i said in the classroom. and she said,' huh, no aircon one. and still have to squeeze with others.' i'm quite disappointed in the reply actually but can't be balmed. parents treating their kids like princes and princesses, living in district 10 bungalows and driving posh BMW to school, sleeping on a Tempur bed, with air condition the temperature of 18 degree C. we ought to be thankful that we are protected by all the neighbouring countries and not highly affected by the tsunami. this incident has really made me treasure what i have now. i'm volunteering for the fund raising thingy on sunday. hope more will help out and lend the victims a hand.
A mosque stands alone amongst the ruins ot the tsunami in a district of Banda Aceh, Aceh province, western Indonesia, Tuesday Jan. 4, 2005. Indonesia has suffered the most number of casualties with more than 90,000 people dead follwoing last Sunday's earthquake-tsunami disaster. (AP Photo.Andy Eames)
Fourteen-month old baby girl Tharisi cries before being examined by an Italian medic in a field hospital set up by the Pisa Hospital to help survivors of a tsunami near the coastal town of Galle, southern Sri Lanka January 4, 2005. Aid workers cleared landing strips in Asias flooded tsunami-hit regions to start flying food, clean water and medical staff to hungry and injured survivors, but the global relief operation continued to struggle on Tuesday. REUTERS/Yves Herman
take care people.
