More Personality Test results

This is what happens when I have nothing else to do but homework...

I found a link to this test on Mickey's blog.

What Your Cute Monster Says About You

You are both a realist and an idealist. You're able to see the world as it is - and how it could be. You dream big, and you never give up on your beliefs. You have big plans. Your inner demon is depression. Sometimes you build things up in your head. People think you're cute because you're determined. You're a fighter, and that's charming.

The Cute Monster Test

Then, on the right side of the screen, I saw a test that looked interesting...

The Ultimate Color Test

When you are at peace, you are: Energized and innovative When you are moved to act, you are: Giving and warm When you are inspired, you are: Creative and productive When your life is perfectly balanced, you are: Philosophical and expressive Your life's purpose is: To change the world

The Ultimate Color Test

Then there was another one...

You Are The Magician

You are powerful and wise - beyond what anyone can see. Deeply complex, you have the resources to connect to the spiritual and material world. You posses the knowledge to manipulate your life and the lives around you. You also have a great healing power, should you choose to use it. Your fortune: You have unhidden powers that you have yet to tap into. Soon, you will better understand how to use your intellect and intuition. Believe it or now, you will discover how you can manipulate yourself and others for good. You are at the beginning of a path of spiritual enlightenment.

What Tarot Card Are You?

And another one...

What Your Handwriting Says About You

You are a fairly energetic person. You know how do pace yourself, and you deal well with stress. You are somewhat outgoing, but you're not a natural extrovert. You think first before you act. You tend to be independent, rational, and logical. You are balanced and grounded. You know how to get along well with others. You don't a lot of space, and you prefer to spend time with others. You are a little nosy and intrusive. You sometimes don't give people enough space. You are somewhat traditional, but you are also open to change. You listen to your head and your heart. You are a poor communicator. No one really knows exactly what you're getting at.

What Does Your Handwriting Say About You?

You Are a Realist

You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass. You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is... But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on. You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.

Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?

Your Gemstone Says...

You are at peace with your life and your place in the world. You are not greedy or materialistic. You are generally free from desire. You bring calm to environments. You are a good mediator. People consider you to be good luck.

The Gemstone Test

What Aldrich Means

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic “Type A” personality. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily. You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind. A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Your Mind is 79% Cluttered

Your mind is quite cluttered. And like most clutter, it's a bunch of crap you don't need. Try writing down your worst problems and fears. And then put them out of your mind for a while.

How Cluttered is Your Mind?

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And then it just kept on going.... I actually took a lot more tests... but I'm afraid this post will get a little long...

What I think about the CFAwards

Many of batch 2010 know about the new blog that was put up a few days ago. It goes under the title "The Class Funds Awards." Basically what happened was a group of incredibly bored, insensitive guys conducted a survey on who the most beautiful girls in the batch were. So, they go around asking 50 "random" boys (from Sodium and the back lobby) to tell them who they think are the most beautiful girls in the batch, by rating each girl 1-5.

Now I've heard a lot of discussions about the site and I've heard a lot of opinions about it. All of the girls I know either completely HATE the site or don't like it at all, most guys dont give a damn, and others, myself included, are utterly disgusted.

Why, you ask?

As a wise someone once said: "beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I find this saying competely true. Beauty is a relative thing. It's not just how attractive a girl LOOKS, it's everything about the girl, from her personality, to the way she thinks. It's NOT something that can be rated objectively, because everyone sees everyone else differently from the next person.

And besides, when a person begins to rate another person by their looks, or anyting about them for that matter, it doesn't prove how much you like the person: it proves how much you DON'T CARE about the person. Because once you give someone a rating, you show that you don't treat them as a human being, but as something lower, something 2D: without enough depth that you can actually order them objectively just by getting 50 "random" guys and asking them them to rate every girl in the batch in terms of physical appearance.

I don't know what those guys wanted to accomplish anyway. I mean, HELLO?!?!? What are you guys trying to prove? That your crush is better than the next person's?!?! As far as I can tell, the only thing you were able to do was broadcast the FULL names of the "20 most beautiful and attractive girls in Pisay" to the entire WORLD, including, might I add, every single psycho on the internet who decides to search "Beautiful girls" on google.

And those guys actually have the nerve to tell people that "This survey may not tell the truth. So don't take it srsly" WHAT THE HELL, GUYS?!?! IF YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO TAKE THE F*CKING THING SERIOUSLY, AND YOU KNOW THAT IT'S INACCURATE, WHY POST IT ON THE INTERNET IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!?! HECK, WHY EVEN CONDUCT THE SURVEY AT ALL?!?!?!?

Moving on, it's bad enough to rank people like that, but what really PISSED ME OFF was this comment on a classmate's blog:

We recognized the top 20 females in the batch according to beauty.

Other random boys in the batch rated the girls from 1 - 5

1 - lowest

5 - highest

The average = total score/x (no. of raters)

The top 20 is shown

The other 54.... scrap

WHAT. THE. FUCK. It's bad enough to actually rate these girls, but to call EVERY SINGLE ONE of the "losers" scrap, that is just THE MOST insensitive, insulting, tactless, imprudent, thoughtless, boorish, discourteous, maladroit, disrespectful, offensive thing you could POSSIBLY say. Seriously, xfacekillahcrossx, DO YOU HAVE A HEART?!?!?!

Sigh...


WHATEVER HAPPENED TO RESPECT?!?!

God dammit.

EDIT: Apparently, the CFAwards blog was taken down yesterday. I guess a lot of people are happy. I sure am.

And another one...

Because of a very bad case of writer's block, I'm having a very hard time writing my stories... and I really need to post here since this is required for my Com Sci grade...

Oh well. Guess who I got this from.

INTP: The Egghead

The typical INTP is a logical, abstract thinker whose intellect is ideally suited to understanding pure mathematics, linguistics, formal logic theory, and other pursuits unsuited to making a real living. The INTP can often understand even the most subtle nuances of lattice quantum chromodynamics, but cannot perform more concrete tasks such as dressing himself, operating a motor vehicle, or opening a door. An INTP may be able to tell you how to construct a nuclear reactor from a coconut and two pieces of string, but may be completely incapable of fixing a hole in a boat.

The INTP is really only suited to two careers: college professor and game show contestant. Of these career choices, only one offers the financial rewards which allows him to suport himself; for that reason, INTPs often take the other path, and become tenured academics.

RECREATION: Surprisingly, INTPs are often the hit of the party--not for their sometimes annoying habit of turning every discussion into a debate about semantics nor for their fascinating stories about Pierre de Fermat's habit of writing things in the margins of his books, but for the fact that they often show up with their pants on backwards and that if you put a Post-It note reading "Kick Me" on an INTP's back, he won't notice it no matter how many people kick him. That kind of entertainment never gets old.

COMPATIBILITY: INTPs make ideal companions to INTJs, as neither of them notices they're in a relationship. (LOL)

Famous INTPs include Pierre de Fermat and almost everyone who knows what Pierre de Fermat wrote in the margins of his book.

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I was actually too lazy to take the test again so I just used the results I got from the test I posted before. Hahaha.

Yet Another Personality Test...

Got another one from Mickey.

Your view on yourself:
You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.


The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.


Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:
You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.

How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.


Overall. I think this is a pretty accurate test, although I don't know about the parts about romantic relationships since I don't have much experience there. But seriously, I'm not sure if my advice is that good. Sometimes, when someone asks me for advice, I answer a different question that what was asked of me or I answer in a "different" way that what that person is looking for. Oh well.

It's About Time... (To be Edited)

It's about time I posted something besides personality test results. Aanyway, we had our batch retreat last Friday to Sunday and I really enjoyed it. Come on, who wouldn't enjoy spending a weekend with friends? And even though I'm not very religious anymore, I still listened during the talks, since they also contained pretty good advice for life in general.

Here's the day-by-day summary:

Day 1 (Friday):
First day and I was really excited. I arrived at Pisay at around 11:00 when there weren't many people yet and just hung out with TJ and company. By 11:45 there were already a lot of people in the front lobby and all we had to do left was wait until we could board the bus. From here on I lost track of the time for some reason.

Potassium spent the long bus ride with Sodium. On the way, we watched Zohan, and honestly, some of the jokes were really funny but it was basically stereotipical american humor-- meaning most of it was just plain stupid. Anyway, I saw that there was quite a bit of racism in the movie, which, might I add, I hate. After Zohan ended, we watched Mama Mia. I was distracted by a headache and wasn't able to pay much attention to the movie, so I just spent the time practicing psionics with James, who was sitting next to me. We figured out that day that it is possible to get rid of headaches with psionics, and possibly transfer them to someone else. Don't worry: we found that out by accident. Hehehe.

Anyway, we got to Angel's Hills in Tagaytay at around 4:00 and we went straight to the meeting room place for the orientation. After that we were given our room keys and so we spent quite a bit of the afternoon in our rooms fixing our stuff. After a while, we went back to the meeting room place to listen to a talk by father Mon. He taught us an Italian song that apparently got stuck in everyone's head since a lot of people are still singing...

So after that we ate dinner, we played "Human Bingo" with the entire batch. It had some really hard boxes since for several of them, only two people applied. Some of the herder ones were "Someone you would spend your life with," "I love you," and "will you be my prom date?" because they are all basically THE SAME and we weren't allowed to make someone sign more than once. And since I actually took it seriously, I had a really hard time, since I'm really not the kind of guy who opens up to many people.

After Human Bingo, we played a giant board game with human pieces. Yay. It was the usual get-to-the-end-first type board games, but the challenges at each square were fun. Some challenges were "Dance-off against random teacher," "Reenact Surpanakha scene," and "Slowdance with random teacher."

"Lights out" was supposedly at 10:00 but people were still out and about hanging out with friends and enjoying the cold, fresh air of Tagaytay at 12:00. Me and my friends were some of those people. I ended up sleeping at 1:00 since Me, James, Kiefer and King still stayed up talking in the room. And then James and Kiefer just kept playing Rock, Paper, Scissors until wegot bored and decided to sleep.


I will edit this post later on with info on the following days.

The Dungeons and Dragons Class Test

Got another test from Mickey. I actually already took this test several months ago and got Arcane Trickster, but I guess I've changed in that time. *ahemahemnotreligiousanymoreahem*

Anyway, I am a...

Bard

59% Combativeness, 60% Sneakiness, 56% Intellect, 47% Spirituality

Dashing and multi-talented: You are a Bard!
A decent warriors, reasonable spell-caster, and fairly good at tricking people, the Bard is the jack of all trades. These charming fellows live by their wits, though a sharp blade, a few spells, and some lockpicks never hurt.
Smart, sneaky, and aggressive, you're probably good at most things you try. You don't have much need for spirituality or superstition and are much more likely to live in the here and now... and if you can get some fun and profit out of the here and now, even better. 

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LOL. 60% Sneakiness. Guess that means something...

I've been posting nothing but personality tests... Aaaanyway, for those who actually care, Dead Princess Duet might be uploaded soon, if I can get past my super-writer's block

If I Were a Tarot Card...

Another personality test from Mickey...

If I were a Tarot card, I would be...

The Chariot

 

It is somewhat of a mystery why the Chariot, clearly a card of force and of control, should be of the Water element. But its attribution to Cancer is indeed valid because this card deals heavily with the emotions. Specifically, the Chariot is a card of emotional control; the power of the mind to shape the desires of the heart and direct them to meaningful expression. This is not the emotional control of the Emperor, who totally supresses all of his emotions in favor of logic and reason. The man driving the Chariot knows that his emotions are not to be swept under the rug, but trained and used to his greater good.

The triumph over both positive and negative emotions is often shown by two horses or sphinxes of different colors pulling the Chariot. Though on their own they would run wild and untamed, going in whichever direction they chose to go, here they move only forward. So they still have some power, but this power has now been directed and focused by the man holding the reins. The chariot cannot move without horses to pull it, just as we cannot function without our emotions to drive us. But without the control of the chariot, the horses would run free, just as our emotions can run wild when unchecked and uncontrolled. Balance is needed.

The Chariot embodies the type of discipline that is necessary to gain control over the emotions, and this is why a military symbol has been chosen for this card. The purpose of the harsh conditions of the military is to develop the will and the ability needed to control emotions and put them to productive use on the battlefield. Only through the mastery of yourself can you ever hope to achieve mastery over others and your environment. The wisdom and the glory gained through conquering one's enemies is nothing compared to the self-esteem you build through defeating your fear. Inner enemies are often tougher to defeat than outer ones, and thus teach you much more.

Through the application of emotional force we can learn to achieve our goals and desires much more quickly. For someone like the man on the Chariot, who is in total control of his will and his emotions, almost anything is within his grasp. In the Thoth deck, written across the canopy of the Chariot is the word Abracadabra, which may seem foolish at first glance. What is the stage magician's catchphrase doing here - is there magic involved? No, there is no magic. Abracadabra comes from Hebrew, and it translates roughly to "What I have said will be done" or "As it is said, so it shall be." Nothing embodies the spirit of the Chariot more than this word.

The appearance of the Chariot often shows a need to take control of your emotions and, instead of wasting energy grieving or complaining, use that energy to take action and to make changes in the world. Fear will cripple you unless, like the Chariot demands, you can acknowledge it and face it. Then you can use your fear constructively, for your own purposes. But this type of control is not limited to the negative emotions. In relationships the Chariot often shows how idle infatuation can be transformed into passion and confidence. Through controlling your emotions, the Chariot says, you will eventually learn to control yourself.

And once you have reached that stage, anything is possible! Once you have transcended your fears you start transcending your restrictions until nothing can hold you back from the success you deserve. The Chariot's appearance is often the herald of victory through discipline and confidence, a moment where all opposition lies defeated. Great success and achievements will come to you if you master your passions and believe in the power of your will. Do not let anything distract or sway you from your goals, and proceed with the straight flight of an arrow. Nothing is beyond your ability if you believe in your own power. Abracadabra!

The Color Quiz

Got another Personality test form Mickey. This one gets results depending on how much you like certain colors... It's pretty accurate for something that seems so random... Weird.

Trial 1 (Without waiting for the timer to hit zero):

Your Existing Situation
Works well in cooperation with others but is disinclined to take the leading role. Needs a personal life of mutual understanding and freedom from discord.

Your Stress Sources
Suppresses his innate enthusiasm and imaginative nature, for fear that he might be carried away by it only to find himself pursuing some will-o'-the-wisp. Feels he has been misled and abused and has withdrawn to hold himself cautiously aloof from others. Keeps a careful and critical watch to see whether motives towards him are sincere--a watchfulness which easily develops into suspicion and distrust.

Your Restrained Characteristics
Willing to participate and to allow himself to become involved, but tries to fend off conflict and disturbance in order to reduce tension.
Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Able to obtain physical satisfaction from sexual activity but tends to hold aloof emotionally.

Your Desired Objective
Wants to prove to himself and others that nothing can affect him, that he is superior to any form of weakness. As a result, he acts with harshness or severity and adopts an autocratic and self-willed attitude.

Your Actual Problem
Disappointment and the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals have led to anxiety. Desires recognition and position, but is worried about his prospects. Reacts to this by protecting at any criticism and resisting any attempt to influence him. Tries to assert himself by meticulous control of detail in an effort to strengthen his position.

Your Actual Problem #2
Works to strengthen his position and bolster his self-esteem by examining his own accomplishments (and those of others) with critical appraisal and scientific discrimination. Insists on having things clear-cut and unequivocal.

Trial 2 (Waited for the timer):

Your Existing Situation
Having difficulty making progress and unwilling to put forth further effort. Seeking more comfortable conditions where he can avoid anything disturbing.

Your Stress Sources
Feels that life has far more to offer and that there are still important things to be achieved--that life must be experienced to the fullest. As a result, he pursues his objectives with a fierce intensity that will not let go of things. Becomes deeply involved and runs the risk of being unable to view things with sufficient objectivity, or calmly enough; is therefore in danger of becoming agitated and of exhausting his nervous energy. Cannot leave things alone and feels he can only be at peace when he has finally reached his goal.

Your Restrained Characteristics
The situation is preventing him from establishing himself, but he feels he must make the best of things as they are.
Conditions are such that he will not let himself become intimately involved without making mental reservations.

Your Desired Objective
Seeks an affectionate relationship, offering fulfillment and happiness. Capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Helpful, and willing to adapt himself if necessary to realize the bond of affection he desires. Needs the same consideration and understanding from others.

Your Actual Problem
Needs to achieve a stable and peaceful condition, enabling him to free himself of the worry that he may be prevented from achieving all the things he wants.

Hmmm... I actually found this to be quite accurate in most parts, though not as accurate in the others... It's interesting how people can figure things out through your choice of colors...

One Final Stand, Chapter 0

Well, here's another story. I had a very bad case of writer's block for Dead Princess Duet, so I decided to write something else instead. This was actually supposed to be a one-chapter thing that I decided to write to vent out some emoness, but I found a way to connect it to the next long story I'll be writing, One Final Stand. Think of this as a teaser of some sort. Please comment if you can spare me five minutes.

This takes place a few years after Dead Princess Duet, if you guys are wondering. So, without further ado, I give you One Final Stand Chapter 0.

One Final Stand

Chapter 0 
 

Screams pierced the sky as crowds of people scrambled with great haste towards the tunnels. The city was falling, and panic was in the hearts of all as fires blazed all around.

In the midst of the flowing sea of people, a single man went against the current, searching desperately, screaming one name over and over:

Alitranna.

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"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said to him in her sweet, melodic voice. They sat side by side in the starlight, on the rooftop of the city's eastern watchtower, her hand in his, marveling at the splendor of the city that lay before them. Before them was Hallowedwatch, known as the city of justice by all who came by, headquarters of the church of Tyr and a sanctuary for any who asked for refuge. One structure stood out from all the rest, for it was built in the very center of the city, on top of a tall hill. It was a monument to the God of Justice , a brightly glowing, gigantic representation of Tyr's holy symbol: balanced golden scales resting on top of a warhammer.

"Yes, it is," he replied, referring as much to the sight before them as to the woman sitting next to him.

They sat there, dwelling in that moment of tranquility for a long while, leaning back and watching the ever still stars twinkle in the sky as the numerous lights in the city began to disappear, one by one. She turned to face him, illuminated in the starlight, and broke the silence.

"Do you love me, Finiarel?" She asked, turning to face him, her silken black, shoulder-length hair swaying with the movement before being caught in the slight breeze.

"How could I not, Alitranna?" he replied, "How can I not, when it was you who gave my life meaning? Before I met you, I was but a lowly guard, doing my duty for no reason other than that it was expected of me, living every day exactly like the last. Who knows how much longer that endless cycle would have gone, without you in my life? You showed me something I could have never have hoped to see  on my own: You made me see what made life so special, you made me realize that life was more than just standing on the walls of  our city, looking out for intruders and waiting for the day to end. You gave me a reason to live. No man in his right mind would not love someone who granted him that gift of gifts."

He raised his hand to her face and gently stroked her hair. "Yes, I love you, Alitranna, more than anything I have ever loved, and probably more than anything I ever will. I love everything about you. Your eyes, your smile, your sweet voice that echoes in my ears even in my dreams."

He then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it, then, looking staring into her eyes, said "Alitranna Anterune, will you be my bride?"

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The sky was darker now, for dark clouds formed  above the city and rain began to fall in torrents as lightning flashed in the distance. Finiarel kept running long after he had passed the last of the evacuees, and now he was running, cold and wet, through the rain, searching in vain for the one he loved.

He ran on, through the long and winding roads that had once been so filled with people, so filled with joy, laughter and merriment, but now was as empty and desolate as a long forgotten ruin, filled only with the rubble of the closest building. His feet began to tire, but he forced himself to move on, not allowing himself to stop until he found her.

Breathing became harder and harder, his clothes became heavier as water weighed them down, and the cold rain numbed his muscles, but he kept going, knowing that he was nearing his destination. He went around a bend in the road, and he stopped in his tracks.

Before him was Anterune manor, or at least what was left of it. The magnificent gates made of the finest steel lay on the ground, twisted and broken, and the walls that had protected the manor were now nothing but piles of rubble.

He hesitated at the gates, fearing what he might find if he went inside, but something made him move forward, something made him take those few tentative steps past the ruined gates of his love's home. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, and somehow, he knew that he would find her there, whether she was dead or alive.

He walked silently in the courtyard, hearing only the sound of the raindrops and the light splash as he took every step, looking around, seeking her. For a while, he didn't think that he could find her in the large estate, then he saw it- an unmoving figure lying on the ground in front of the fountain. It was hard to tell from his distance, but he could tell that the figure had black, shoulder-length hair. He recognized her in an instant.

He ran once more, tripping as his foot hit a loose stone on the path. His ankle twisted painfully, but he had to keep going, he had to reach her. He grabbed the ground in front of him with his hands and pulled with the remaining strength he could muster, moving him forward. He dragged himself, slowly but surely, towards the figure lying on the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally made it to her. He sat up and held her hand, calling her name.

"Alitranna, I am here."

She didn't reply, didn't move. He called to her again, louder this time, hoping that the sound of the rain had drowned his voice, wishing that he could once again see her open her eyes, so full of life.

"Alitranna, I'm here, just like I promised." He said once again to her, and once again she did not reply. He sat there, next to the corpse of the woman he loved, and wept. From his lips escaped a cry of pain and sorrow, of tragedy and irony, from the very depths of his soul.

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"Alitranna Anterune, will you be my bride?" He asked her in the moonlight, only a night before the calamity.

She looked at him with her deep brown eyes and a smile appeared on her face as the soft breeze made her hair flutter. She answered him:

"Of course, my love."

Another Personality Test

Found this on Mickey's blog. The results are mostly accurate. The "inner" me at least. If you disagree completely with this, it just proves that you don't know me that well.

INTP

Introverted (I) 57.14% Extroverted (E) 42.86%
Intuitive (N) 55.26% Sensing (S) 44.74%
Thinking (T) 51.43% Feeling (F) 48.57%
Perceiving (P) 70% Judging (J) 30%

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, wrestles with the meaninglessness of existence, likes esoteric things, disorganized, messy, likes science fiction, can be lonely, observer, private, can't describe feelings easily, detached, likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others, does not think they are weird but others do (I know I'm weird...), socially uncomfortable (no I'm not), abrupt, fantasy prone, does not like happy people (nope), appreciates strangeness, frequently loses things, acts without planning, guarded, not punctual, more likely to support marijuana legalization (ummm... What?!), not prone to compromise, hard to persuade, relies on mind more than on others, calm

favored careers:

philosopher, game designer, scientist, software engineer, freelance artist, research scientist, assassin(lol), freelance writer, physicist, software developer, mathmetician (as much as I like math... NO), geologist, computer scientist, philosophy professor, webmaster, slacker(lol), medical researcher, painter, mortician, systems analyst, comic book artist, computer technician, website designer, scholar, archeologist, computer repair, forensic anthropologist, astronaut, researcher, historian, systems engineer, genetics researcher, astronomer, enviromental scientist, egyptologist

disfavored careers:

human resources, public relations, social worker, guidance counselor, health care worker, trainer, school teacher, wedding planner, movie star, hospitality worker, supervisor, child care worker, fundraiser, customer service, stay at home parent, office administrator

Powers of the Mind

I have always been the kind of person interested in the unknown- the supernatural, paranormal, psychic abilities etc. A few months ago, I was talking to an old friend on Y!m, and somehow, the term "Psionics" came up. He asked me if I knew it, and me, thinking he referred to the D&D psionics, which is basically psychic powers used for battle and for "diplomacy" (energy blades, mind reading & control), I said yes.

I was very surprised when he started talking to me about energy manipulation, PsiBalls, Constructs, Shields and some other things I didn't get at the time. I asked him what the heck he was talking about and after a few seconds he typed in "Psionics." More than a little confused, I asked him: "Real psionics?" He then replied: "Yes, Aldrich. Real psionics."

I was shocked a bit. Real psionics? The idea seemed absurd at that moment, but then, once I began to think about it, I started to accept it. Hey, I've always wanted psychic powers and it wouldn't hurt ti try, so I asked him where he learned about the "real psionics." He gave me a few links to sites with tutorials and I began reading through them.

Now, a few months later, I've learned quite a bit. I've mastered basic energy manipulation, can change the temperature in a small area, and can make a weak (but complete) shield. I also started working on Telepathy and PK (Psychokinesis) but haven't gotten any progress besides making a piece of paper wobble a bit...

Aaanyway, today I showed quite a few of my classmates what I can do with what I've learned so far. I changed the temperature. Yay. Yeah, I know it doesn't sound like a big deal, but that's all I can do that can easily be sensed. If anyone is actually interested, just Y!m me and I can send you my PDFs and my links.

You don't have to believe what's in this post if you don't want to. I'm just saying what I believe in.

Dead Princess Duet, Prologue

So, I was able to copy-paste the Dead Princess Duet file from my laptop and finished in our desktop. Yay.

Please comment and rate. :D

Dead Princess Duet

Prologue: Nightmares

Every night, I dream about you. Every night, I watch you die. Again and again and again. Forgive me, Milica. If only I were stronger then.  Maybe. Just maybe. I could have saved you. Why? Why did I let you go?  I'm sorry.

*   *   * 

The first thing I realized when I awoke was that I was sitting up in my bed, and that my heart was pounding in my chest. The next was that it was the dead of night, and the room was blanketed in darkness, except for a small area at the side of the bed that was bathed in silver moonlight. I then noticed the four forms kneeling around me. I stared at them and they at me for a few moments of awkward silence. One of the forms, the one farthest to my left, broke the silence.

"Another dream about her, Alioth?" came an unmistakably elven female voice from the form.

"What else have I dreamt of lately, Lesa?" I sighed, gazing absentmindedly into the black shadows that clung to the walls and floor of the room, shaking my head.

She didn't reply, neither did the other three, for they all knew the answer.

Never have I had a peaceful sleep since that fateful day, six months ago. The day Milica Illancet, one of our companions, died in battle-- died when I could have saved her! She fell in front of us, impaled by an opponent's blade-- and only a few steps away… How could I let that happen?

I shook away my thoughts and told them, "I'm all right. Please, go back to sleep. Sorry for waking you all up at this time."

For a moment, the four of them didn't move. Then, slowly, beginning with Lesa, they all got up and went to bed. One figure, the only male in the group of four, lay down on the bed on the other side of the open window. As the other three left the room, I let myself fall into my bed, my heart still pounding hard in my chest.

"Are you really alright, Alioth?" came a voice from my right. "You've been having nightmares every night, and it's already been six months."

"I told you, I'm fine. Please, just get some rest. We have work to do tomorrow, remember, Azareth? The Zhentarim is planning something. We need your spells if we're going to survive." I told him, while staring at the ceiling.

"Suit yourself." Azareth replied, then he went back to sleep. I continued staring at the ceiling, trying to bring myself to rest, to close my eyes for the night, but the thought of that nightmare kept me awake for a longer time than I, or anyone else in our group, would have liked. Then, finally, as my heart began to slow its frantic pace, my eyelids began to feel heavier, and I simply let sleep take over me once more.

*   *   *

I saw gray. An infinite gray, as if an impenetrable fog had surrounded me.

I felt weightless, as though an invisible force was keeping me aloft in a place where no gravity existed.

A figure appeared in front of me, one that I instantly recognized. It was Milica Illancet, exactly as I remember her on that day so long ago. She wore her usual fine white shirt that had lacy cuffs, a pair of leather breeches and tall boots. Her beautiful dirty blonde hair flowed in ripples down to her shoulders. I saw her delicate face, and her angelic smile, while she looked at me with her deep green eyes-- eyes that seemed to pierce into my soul.

I wanted to call out to her, to say the things I never had a chance to say. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I was sorry, but nothing would come forth from my mouth. I wanted to go to her, to hold her in my arms, and keep her safe-- The one thing I had failed to do, but I couldn't. I tried to run towards her, but no matter how much I tried, it never seemed like I had moved any closer.

Then I heard it again, just like it was last time and the time before. Those accursed footsteps that have been echoing in my mind for what seemed like eternity.

The footsteps began to fade, and another figure appeared in front of me, this one more vague than the last. But I did not need to see it clearly to know who it was. The figure raised its sword, a strange cross between a greatsword and a rapier. It looked too thin for its length, but I knew better. I knew that that sword was made of the strongest of metals.

I also knew the outcome of this battle.

Milica drew her sword and stepped to the side, dodging the figure's first blow as she went around for a counterattack. The figure snapped up its sword in an impossibly quick block, easily defeating Milica's attack.

The battle continued for what seemed like an eternity, with Milica always on the losing side. Every single one of her thrusts was either blocked or dodged, and she only narrowly escapes the attacks of her formidable opponent. The gray space around me began to echo with the loud ring of sword hitting sword as I tried to get to Milica. Once again, I could not cover the distance between us, and all I could do was watch in horror as she began to slow down, exhaustion beginning to take over her. The

The figure took a quick step back, and in that instant, aligned its sword with Milica's chest. It sprang forward, too quick for the eye to see, and the next thing I saw was the image of that sword cutting through the chest of the woman I loved, stopping her heart forever.

I stood there, in the space created by my mind, and began to weep as everything around me turned from dull gray, to blood red.

It had happened again... The same nightmare I have every night…

*     *     *

I woke up again, for the second time that night, and cupped my head in my hands.

"Will I never get a peaceful sleep?" I asked myself, seriously doubting it.

"Did you have another nightmare, mister?" came a voice from somewhere in the room. It was the sweet, innocent voice of a child, and from the corner of my eye, I could discern the shape of a young girl. She was short, and she looked as though she were around the age of eight, but something was very unusual about this particular child: something that smelled of black magic. I could feel a chill run down my spine as I felt her aura in the room. "hee hee hee… I thought grown-ups never had nightmares..."

At that, I snapped my head around to face her, and for a split second, I was overcome with horror beyond comprehension. For a split second, I saw her face, that delicate face warped by the dark powers of necromancy, with eyes that were pitch black and slug-white skin. Then, as quickly and as quietly as she had appeared, she was gone.

They say that nightmares are only a figment of one's imagination, that they are harmless, even that they can become a way for us to overcome our greatest fears.

Those people have never experience nightmares like the one I was about to go through, and I pray they never will.
 

I am the epitome of unluck.

I am Unluck incarnate.

Life hates me.

I won't even bother to put anything in this post.

Life sucks. That's all I have to say.

Just when I thought it was over...

MY LAPTOP GIVES ME THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH!!!!! And just when I was about to finish the Dead Princess Duet prologue!

I reeeeaaallly reeeeeaaaalllly want to curse, but since this is my ComSci blog and Sir will be checking it... I can't.

Ugh. I've been getting nothing but errors this whole week. Life sucks.

EDIT: Apparently, my laptop isn't suffering from just a bluescreen. I got a worm. *Sigh* Life really sucks.

Error... Error... Error...

As you guys can guess from the title, life hates me right now. Well, maybe just my laptop.

My MS Office died on me yesterday, rendering all my documents (homeworks, handouts and my stories-- Including half of the Dead Princess Duet Prologue...) unopenable. It had an error every time I opened it that said it wasn't installed (!?). Turns out that the copy of MS Office that came with my laptop was a trial version that only lasts 60 days (actually, I cracked it, but I guess MS Auto Update found it...) so I convinced my parents to buy the original CD. It cost P4999. So I was like "Yay. I can do my homeworks now."

Guess what. It still didn't work. Same error. Big surprise, seeing that I'm getting lots of errors lately. I got this one error wen I tried to install Spore, which made my laptop hang for a hell of a long time, I had a BLANK error in RO that, as the word "blank" implies, did not have an error message, so I have no idea how to fix it, and I'm also having errors with my antivirus.

Ugh. Sucks to be me right now.

EDIT: Finally got it fixed, but I had to use acer eRecovery, which brings my laptop back to factory settings and deletes everything on the C drive.

Oh well. That's life. At least I can continue working on Dead Princess Duet.

The Sword Of Glass Chapter 1, Part 3

I finally finished chapter 1! I already have a bit of an idea what I'll do with my characters after this, but I guess I'll go with Dead Princess Duet first, since I'm already sure of the plot for that one. Anyway, heres the final part of Chapter 1! Please comment.



As the cloud of cold dissipated, Ferathavel lowered his sword and examined the area around him. The entire area around him was frozen over with a layer of ice, but a small, five-foot circle around him was not. In fact, the snow in that small circle had melted, exposing the rock below and leaving Ferathavel in a puddle of ankle-deep water, which began warm, then suddenly became ice-cold as soon as the moonblade's enchantment ended.


Strange , he thought, I always believed that moonblade enchantments were constant, or at least lasted as long as I needed it. He began to feel the cold of the wind again as the sky grew darker with a coming thunderstorm. He had to be fast if he wanted to defeat the dragon without getting himself killed. He spread his wings as wide as they could go-- a full twelve feet from tip to tip. With one flap, he was eye level with the beast, heading towards it. Another flap brought him just above the dragon's head just as it released another, seemingly weaker blast of breath energy. He spun in midair, landing on the dragon's large head, fighting to keep his balance as the dragon began flailing about. He raised the sword above him, pointing it downwards, straight towards where the dragon's brain should be, and he stopped.


The blade did not glow. It did not shine with the brilliant white light that it emitted earlier. Something was wrong.


The dragon suddenly whipped its head around, throwing Ferathavel off balance and causing him to fall headfirst-- right in front of the dragon.


He fought desperately to gain control of his fall, but stopped  when he saw the dragon, upside down from his vantage point, raise a huge claw, poised to strike at his vulnerable form. He panicked. Frantically, he put in between him and the dragons claw the one useful thing he could find-- his sword.


The dragon swung its huge claw at him with terrifying speed and power, and the moonblade began to glow again, but much weaker this time, glowing with a shade more akin to gray than the pure white it was earlier. Something was definitely wrong.


The dragon's claw went straight towards Ferathavel, but stopped a meter away from him, as if an invisible wall had suddenly been conjured up in between them. Ferathavel sighed his relief, but as soon as the sound escaped his lips, another sound echoed in the air, then another. The first was another thunderous roar from the dragon, probably the most powerful he had heard the entire day, but it was the sound that came after it that wracked his soul with more fear than anything else-- the sound of something shattering. The sound created by a shattering wall of magic to be exact.


He realized then that it was over. The dragon's claw continued to swing towards him, though weaker this time, most of its momentum taken by the wall of protection-- and hit him, hard.


He felt the air blasted from his lungs at the impact, and he felt himself being stabbed in different places on his chest, and he thought for a while that it was the claw's doing, but he soon realized, to his horror, that the moonblade had shattered, and now he was being killed by the shards of his own blade. He felt (and heard!)  his hollow ribs break apart as if they were nothing but dried twigs. He tried to scream out as waves of pain more intense than he could have ever imagined shot through his body, but he couldn't scream, couldn't even breathe as his lungs were crushed with that single blow.


After a moment that seemed as though it had lasted forever, he felt himself airborne again, thrown by the dragon's mighty claw. For a passing moment, he had felt peaceful as he began to succumb to the numbing pain. All he felt at that moment was the wind on his back and wings as he began to fall, and for a fleeting moment, he forgot all his worries, one by one. Then he remembered.


Ellithiel! He thought, jerking violently and causing more waves of pain to surge through his body. He screamed in agony as he remembered that he had left her outside the cave, as vulnerable as a child. Tears began to form in his eyes, not from the excruciating pain that he experienced, but from the realization that he had left the one he loved in the claws of a white dragon, the sworn enemy of his race. He cried for Ellithiel, who would definitely be dead if the dragon would find her, and thought how much he wanted to forsake his life for being so foolish.


He opened his eyes and saw his own chest, bleeding from several wounds caused by the shards of the shattered moonblade. He stared at the wounds in utter disbelief. Elven weapons were some of the best crafted weapons in the Realms, rivaled only by the weapons of the dwarves, and the weapon he had wielded was a moonblade, a legendary blade with extraordinary powers and strengthened by numerous enchantments. How could it break so easily?


He moved his gaze upwards, to the sky above him, and was amazed at the sight that greeted his weary eyes. The storm that had been forming during the battle with the dragon was no ordinary storm; It was made up of clouds the darkest black, and instead of lightning, blue flames leaped from cloud to cloud and occasionally struck the ground below, casting an eerie glow on the land.


This was the last thing he saw before he succumbed to the pain once more, no longer expecting to awaken.


In these moments, Ferathavel could only think one thing. A sentence he mouthed once as his eyes closed, seemingly for the last time.


"I'm sorry, Ellithiel… I... couldn't... protect you…"


~-   ~-   ~-   End Of Chapter 1   -~   -~   -~

I've already started working on the Prologue of Dead Princess Duet: Nightmares, so visit in a few days or so. Please comment. :D

Dead Princess Duet Teaser

Okay, besides SoG, I'm also thinking of working on another story. With this one, I actually know what I'm going to do with the characters, and I already have seven chapters planned (including the prologue and epilogue). So, since im going to end up stuck with SoG sooner or later, I've already begun brainstorming for Dead Princess Duet (title still tentative). It's going to be a fantasy/horror/romance story centered on the paladin Alioth Ras'Elased.


I watched as my spell began to illuminate the area around me and my companions, bringing to light a relatively small area of the cathedral. We looked around and saw the broken pews, their wood splintered as if an entire army had marched through the place, and far into the darkness, we saw runes on the walls, runes glowing a dreadful reddish-black, the remnants of the desecration ritual that had made this place reek of evil. On the far end of the cathedral, was a wall made completely of stained glass, which, along with the numerous stained glass windows that dotted the walls to the sides were the only other source of illumination we could see besides my spell. The colorful streams of the light passing through those glass panels copied the intricate designs on the windows onto the stone floor below us, giving the place an eerie, but undeniable beauty.

As the spell's area of effect increased in size, a figure came into view. It was shrouded in a fine mist, making it hard to determine what, or who, it was, but then it began to materialize, shifting from a hazy outline, to a more solid figure, then to the form of a young human woman.

I recognized her in an instant, and tears began to form in my eyes.

I recognized her face, that pale, delicate face, and I recognized her hair, that beautiful dirty blonde hair that flowed in ripples down to her shoulders. My heart almost jumped for joy at seeing her but her eyes, they were different. They lacked the emotion and depth I saw the last time that looked into them, on that day so many months ago. 


Of course I remembered. How could I forget?

How could I forget her smile, her face?

How could I forget the sound of  her voice and her laughter, ringing in my head everyday since the last time we exchanged words?

How could I forget her, the woman I loved, if I had been dreaming about her every night, and even in the waking hours of day, ever since the day she was murdered in front of my very eyes?


Yay. I really like this one, but I'll finish SoG Chapter 1 before I actually begin with the actual story. This is just the teaser, so expect a few changes here and there when I post the actual thing, for example, the actual story probably won't even be in first person, since I have a hard time writing in first person.

Personality Test

I found a link to this on Ada's blog and I just tried it out. It's really weird how this can be so accurate...
Click here  for the test.

Dreamy Idealist (DI)

Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and clear, honorable principles for which they are willing to sacrifice a great deal. Joan of Arc or Sir Galahad would have been good examples of this personality type. Dreamy Idealists are always at great pains to improve the world. They can be very considerate towards others and do a lot to support them and stand up for them. They are interested in their fellow beings, attentive and generous towards them. Once their enthusiasm for an issue or person is aroused, they can become tireless fighters.

For Dreamy Idealists, practical things are not really so important. They only busy themselves with mundane everyday demands when absolutely necessary. They tend to live according to the motto “the genius controls the chaos” - which is normally the case so that they often have a very successful academic career. They are less interested in details; they prefer to look at something as a whole. This means that they still have a good overview even when things start to become hectic. However, as a result, it can occasionally happen that Dreamy Idealists overlook something important. As they are very peace-loving, they tend not to openly show their dissatisfaction or annoyance but to bottle it up. Assertiveness is not one of their strong points; they hate conflicts and competition. Dreamy Idealists prefer to motivate others with their amicable and enthusiastic nature. Whoever has them as superior will never have to complain about not being given enough praise.

As at work, Dreamy Idealists are helpful and loyal friends and partners, persons of integrity. Obligations are absolutely sacred to them. The feelings of others are important to them and they love making other people happy. They are satisfied with just a small circle of friends; their need for social contact is not very marked as they also need a lot of time to themselves. Superfluous small talk is not their thing. If one wishes to be friends with them or have a relationship with them, one would have to share their world of thought and be willing to participate in profound discussions. If you manage that you will be rewarded with an exceptionally intensive, rich partnership. Due to their high demands on themselves and others, this personality type tends however to sometimes overload the relationship with romantic and idealistic ideas to such an extent that the partner feels overtaxed or inferior. Dreamy Idealists do not fall in love head over heels but when they do fall in love they want this to be a great, eternal love.

Adjectives which describe your type

introverted, theoretical, emotional, spontaneous, idealistic, dreamy, effusive, pleasant, reserved, friendly, passionate, loyal, perfectionist, helpful, creative, composed, curious, obstinate, with integrity, willing to make sacrifices, romantic(?), cautious, shy, peace-loving, vulnerable, sensitive, communicative, imaginative

These subjects could interest you

literature, philosophy, psychology, music, art (museums), writing, drawing/painting, astrology, spiritual things, meditation, handicrafts, writing, voluntary work

Darn. This is so accurate... Weird... 


Yay. Easy Blog post. :D

(In)Humanities Week

So, InHumanities week is over and its back to doing homeworks 24/7. *Sigh*

Anyway, since just about everyone made a post for InHumanities week, I'm thinking that I should, too.

Day 1: To tell the truth, this day just made it seem that this year's InHumanities week would be the worst one we have experienced so far. We spent half the day in the oval, in the blazing sun, and the worst part is, we weren't even allowed to go buy ourselves a drink... Or even stay in the shade... Which was only, what? 5 FEET AWAY?! Before the initial opening ceremony was even halfway through, most of the school was already cursing and swearing to themselves, saying stuff like "God, this sucks," or, in the case of some of the others there, "BULL$#!+, BULL$#!+, BULL$#!+!" I do not deny being one of those that said these...

That was just the first half of the day, though. The other half was fine, I was late for tree planting (too late to actually be able to help with anything i might add) so my afternoon was basically very carefree, with me and Cyril Audiosurfing "Lion" from Macross Frontier in two player mode until his laptop died... Fun.

Then we had Dikum practice...

Day 2: This day was spent (thankfully!) indoors. In the morning, we had our ACLEs and the KKKwiz in the afternoon, so all I did was sit down the whole day. :D

Anyway, me, Justine and Oona attended sign language for the ACLE (because for some stupid reason, (I think it's to keep us from getting the ACLE we want) only three people per class are allowed to go to the same ACLE...) and i found it pretty fun. We were in an aircon-ed room and we learned a new language, which I always find either fun or hard. That was fun.

The afternoon was spent sitting (and fighting to keep awake) in the Gym durig the KKKwiz. It's not that the competition was really boring, but it was raining really hard, and a very cold wind made its way to the Gym, so it made most of us REALLY feel like sleeping. Too bad I was in the front row... :D

Then we had Dikum practice...

Day 3: Today was the day the entire school was practicing for. The day when all the batches would present their, ummm... presentations. The first years did their Kilos-Awit, whic we weren't able to watch because of Dikum practice. The second years did the Katutubong sayaw, which we also weren't able to watch because of practice. Then, after lunch, it was our batch's turn.

We were the fifth class to present, and the four that came before us were really really really good (Cesium even won) and our performance was... well... let's just say it wasn't pretty from where I was sitting. Luckily Rubidium went right after us and they were really good as well, so I think (and hope) that most of the batch forgot about all our blunders and slips. Hopefully. I didn't watch the fourth year presentations... Too lazy and tired...

Day 4: We had the third and fourth year speech competitions today, and I was our class' representative. I'm not really a nervous person when it comes to performances, so I really didn't feel any nervousness... until it was my turn. You know how a dam works, right? It keeps most of the the water on one side, then when it breaks, all the water rushes out. My experience was like that, except change the water mentioned above with nervousness.

I didn't win top three (no surprise there) but a lot of my friends and classmates said I did really good, it's just that everyone else was better. Oh well, that's life. You can't get everything.

After the third year elocution contest was the fourth year prepared speech contest. It's basically the same thing but everyone writes teir own speeches instead of reciting a given speech. The topic was "What did pisay do for you?" or something along the lines of that. Kuya DR's was basically all about how Pisay gave him a love for the unknown, and about his and his friend's "experiments" and misadventures throughout their stay in Pisay. It was fun, alathough he only got second place. Maybe it's because he used the word "ass" too much...

Day 5: Today was spent almost completely in the Gym. In the morning was the mass, which the non-catholic and the non-religious, me included, were allowed to skip. I spent the whole time with James, Cyril, and the fourth years, Kuya Gero, Kuya DR, Ate Prissy, Ate Yana and company. While everyone was in the Gym having mass, we spent our time playing Guilty Gear and watching There She Is!!! on Kuya Gian's laptop. Click the link. It's really cute. :D It's about a forbidden love between a cat and a rabbit/bunny or whatever you want to call it.

After the mass was over, we all entered the Gym and went to our seats for the Honors Convocation thingy. We still have the most DLers. Yay. Wasn't realy payng attention much, given that we were at the back portion of the huge Gym and it was mostly just saying the names of the DLers anyway. So after that, we finished and went to lunch until 2:00, when we went back to the Gym for the Talent for a Cause. The show was fun, with the five highest voted student talents and the highest voted subject units (Physics, English and Math) showcasing their talents for everyone to see.


The Teachers were really fun to watch, especially the Math unit, which I'm sure everyone was waiting to see since last year's performance. Sir Mardan was just AWESOME. I also liked the Sir Argh's intro for their presentation. "For every one of the over 4,000 votes you gave us, there wll be one minute of reading time of MOBY DICK! You can call me Ishmael..." or something like that. Fun.

Family day: The usual family day stuff. Get to school too late for registration, don't pay attention to the games and just joke around with the Carusos (If you don't know who they are, then you're normal, don't ask), jump in once "It's Cramming Time!" begins, then after, go back and joke around again, then, when it plays, dance the YMCA using SIGN LANGUAGE!!! Told you we're wierd. :D

After the games and stuff, we went to the batch lunch. We had Kenny Roger's, and since we ate in the ASTB Exhibit hall, there were no tables, so I ate on the floor with some friends, namely TJ, Johnjohn, Trixy, Justine et al. and moving back and forth every once in a while to the Carusos.

Then was the moment every student dreads--report card giving. I only failed one subject, which I never expected, knowing that I only got 50% for long tests 1 and 2 in Chem. Probably made up in some other part of the grade. Oh well. My grades are still disappointing. I'd better work harder this quarter...

*yawn* It's already 12:00... I guess you can see where in this post I started to get sleepy... It's back to work tomorrow... Zzzz...

The Sword of Glass, Chapter 1 Part 2

Ahem ahem. Presenting Part 2 of The Sword of Glass! I'm Sleepy. Please comment.

The Sword of Glass, Chapter 1 Part 2

Everything had happened in an instant. Ferathavel, with a single, powerful flap of his wings, launched himself and rode the air current generated by the dragon's intake of breath, and grabbed Ellithiel, trying to get as close to the dragon as he can. At the same time, the dragon brought its head forward, unleashing its freezing breath on an entire half of the large cavern. Never in his fifty years of life had Ferathavel ever seen such a display of power. He hovered in midair just under the dragon's neck, out of range of the devastating cone of freezing energy, and yet he could still feel the bite of the cold as he watched an entire half of the cavern, including the area where he and Ellithiel were standing only seconds before, become glazed over with a thick layer of ice. He watched, and didn't believe for a second that they could have possibly survived such an attack. He looked down to the form he held in his arms, that of the unconscious Ellithiel. She had fainted, but she seemed alright. He knew that he had no choice but to escape.

He got ready for a shallow dive, a desperate maneuver that would hopefully bring him and Ellithiel out of the entrance to the cave before the dragon could use its breath weapon again. He looked to the exit, the only hope for them to survive the encounter, took a deep breath, and dove, folding his wings to allow the fastest speed towards the exit, which now only seemed a light in the distance.

He did not notice that he could no longer hear the howl of the wind. He did not notice that the light streaming through the entrance of the cavern was not distorted only because of the sting in his eyes from the dragon's breath, but because of a wall of ice that had formed, blocking most of the cave entrance and leaving only a small opening, too small for either of them to fit through.

He did not notice, of course, until he was barely fifteen feet from the wall of ice, too late to stop his desperate dive.

His mind raced, and purely on reflex, he let go of one of the hands that held Ellithiel and drew his sword, putting it in between him and the wall of ice preventing his escape.

The sword was an elven moonblade, called so because of the moonstone fastened into the base of it's perfectly crafted mithral hilt. Its blade was about the same length as a common longsword, though it was less than half its width, and was made out of a mithral-adamantine alloy, a perfect combination of the lightest and strongest metals in all the Realms. But, what was truly special about this sword was not its name or its make, but its origins and powers. Elven moonblades are family heirlooms that can only be wielded by elves with the same blood as the blades original wielder, and have incredible power, depending on the wielder--but only once the moonblade has awakened to the elf who wishes to wield it, and that has not yet happened for Ferathavel's. Not until now.

All he could think of was her. He wanted more than anything at that moment to save her, to bring her away from that place and that monster, to bring her back home. He hated himself at that moment for allowing such a thing to happen, for allowing her to be put in such danger. His intentions were pure, and the moonblade heard the call of his soul.

The moonstone exploded in a pure white light, bathing everything in its glow. The blade followed soon after, exploding with light a fraction of a second later, with the same intensity as the previous blast and Ferathavel had to close his eyes to protect his eyes. Behind him, he heard the dragon roar in pain, and he felt something give way in front of him, he heard a sound from the area in front of his hand, not the sound of a sword snapping in two, but the sound similar to that of shattering glass, only much louder, like an incredibly large sheet of glass that was dropped from the top of the highest temple tower in Aerie.

He flew out of the new exit, only to be greeted by a powerful gust of wind, knocking him and Ellithiel powerfully to the side. He found himself rolling in the snow, and Ellithiel far to his side. With a great effort, he got up to his feet and plowed through the ankle-deep snow, picked Ellithiel's prone form up once more, then he found shelter from the wind behind a rock outcropping. He tried to look around for the peak that Aerie was, but the clouds had obscured his vision, and to make matters worse, he heard a familiar sound from inside the cave-- a roar so powerful that it was not scattered by the wind.

It was not a roar of pain, but one of rage. The roar was soon followed by another, he felt the ground shake when the dragon began to move towards the cave entrance. A moment of tension passed, when the only sound that Ferathavel could hear was the soft whisper of the wind, which had died down slightly, then, what remained of the wall of ice that sealed the entrance was destroyed, shattered completely by the weight and strength of the dragon that crashed through it. Another roar escaped from its mouth, just as powerful as the previous one, but Ferathavel held his ground, knowing that the power of his ancestors was with him, thinking that he had the chance he needed to defeat the monster.

The dragon raised its head, taking an incredibly deep breath, charging up its signature power. Ferathavel raised his sword in front of him, putting its pommel, with its glowing moonstone, in front of his face, and it began to shine again. This time, it had a different kind of glow, one that radiated a feeling of security instead of the ferocity and power it radiated before. Ferathavel secured his feet to the ground and braced himself.

The dragon brought its head forward, unleashing its devastating breath once more.

Ferathavel expected the impact to knock him from his feet, but what he saw instead amazed him even more than the spectacle of the dragon's might. The blast of freezing cold flew straight towards him, but instead of hitting him, it went around him and over him, temporarily obscuring his vision of everything around him, as if a veil of white was suddenly draped around his eyes. He expected to freeze from the cold, but what he felt was the exact opposite. He felt warmth emanating from the sword's hilt, enveloping him in a feeling of comfort, and sealing him in a shell of protection. It would be hard, but he could win this battle.

* * End of Part 2 * *

I only got my internet back just now, and I'm too sleepy to do anything else... Again, please comment.

The Sword of Glass, Chapter 1 Part 1

This is part one of the prologue of a story I'm planning to write. Planning to because I actually have no idea what's gonna happen after the first chapter. The idea just came to me a few days ago, and I started writing from there. Please comment on how much you liked (or didn't like) it. Well, here goes nothing.


The Sword of Glass: Chapter 1

"Get out of here, Ellithiel!" Ferathavel shouted desperately at his female companion, panting as he ran, trying hard to make himself heard over the deafening wind, for they were close getting closer to the entrance of the cave, he had been a fool for entering it without first bringing it to the attention of the council. They were Avariel-- winged elves, and small places, such as the cave they were running for their life in, was not suited for their style of battle. "Don't risk your life for mine! I'm not worth it!"

"How can you say that?" She replied, stopping in her tracks as they reached the center of a large cavern near the exit of the cave. She knew the dangers of staying. She knew very well that she was gambling for her life by delaying their escape, but she didn't care. "I will never leave you," she continued, "I will stay by your side and we will fight together."

"You fool!" He shouted at her, but she didn't flinch. She knew exactly what she wanted. "Go back to Aerie! Back to where it's safe! We can't both go; the wind outside is far too strong to allow us safe flight, and without a proper head start, IT will catch up to us, and we both die!" He was frustrated now, he wanted her to live, to see the dawn of a new day, but she wanted to stay with him, even if that would mean giving up her life. He put his hands on her shoulders, turned her to face him, and looked into her eyes, as blue as the clear sky, and as deep as the sea of fallen stars, and told her again, pleadingly this time, tears beginning to form in his eyes, "please, go. Save yourself. I will never forgive myself if I allow you to die here, even if my life is taken as well."

The sound of heavy footfall came from the tunnel they had just emerged from, followed by a booming roar that sent tremors through the stone of the cave, and chills down the spines of the two elves. They exchanged terrified looks and knew that blood would be spilled that day.

The creature's scaly head appeared around the first bend in the tunnel, and the couple gasped with fear and awe. Its head was elongated and ended in a snout. Its mouth, though closed, showed a set of teeth so sharp that it could rip flesh from bone in an instant. Its scales were the purest whites but held no luster, and its gaze pierced through the soul. It exhaled, and the pair saw a layer of frost appear on the wall a full meter away from its snout. They knew they had to move, but somehow, they couldn't. Fear had frozen them in place.

As the creature made its way around the bend, the muscled middle portion of its body was slowly revealed. The creature had four legs that ended in wickedly curved claws, and it had huge, leathery wings that it kept folded to its body, for the lack of space in the cave did not permit it to stretch it out to its full length. The creature's back was decorated with large spines. Not long after, the creature's long, sinuous tail appeared. Judging by its sheer size, the pair didn't doubt for one second that a single swing from that tail could easily crush every bone in their bodies.

The dragon stopped as soon as it entered the cavern that the elves were standing in, and straightened its body, so that it towered above the Avariel. The dragon opened its mouth and inhaled so deeply that the pair of elves felt the air around them being drawn into its wide open maw.

"Go!" he cried, seeing what the monster was doing, and quick as his freezing legs could allow, he turned and ran. "Run away!"

But she couldn't. Horror overwhelmed her and, no matter how hard she tried, she could not make her legs move the way she wanted them to. Ferathavel saw this, and moved to run to her side, but Avariel were not made to run at high speeds, since their large wings, which granted a great advantage out in the open, only served as a hindrance when folded. He knew he could not run to her in time.

Ellithiel felt herself being pulled closer and closer to the dragon as it inhaled, she screamed, thrown by a powerful force, then, all went black.

* * End of Part 1 * *

Thanks for taking the time to read this. I'll post part 2 in a while. Oh, and as you can see, I'm not that experienced in writing.

A bit of information you might like to know: in D&D, dragons come in different sizes and colors, and all of them have breath weapons, blasts of pure energy. This one is a white dragon (duh). All Whites are evil and their breath weapon is a blast of pure cold energy.