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 Feels he has been misled and abused and has withdrawn to hold himself cautiously aloof from others.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.

*     *     *

"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?"

*     *     *

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.

*     *     *

 
"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.