Sunday, October 16, 2005

After being online for about two hours (seven, really), I have finally consigned to blog my miserable life for all you loving people out there. Go me!
(After about 45 minutes, Nellyn has realised that her blog post is -much- disorganised and hath very kindly put up sections for her bored readers to read / skip if they are not interested.)

- Preliminary Examinations
Getting back the Prelims was a sort of really bumpy roller coaster ride. You get all psyched about it and then when you finally get to sit on the roller coaster you find that it isn’t that much of a big thing after all. When I got them back, there was a sort of ‘Ah bugger, how badly have I done now?’
Well, didn’t do too badly, it’s okay, I guess- 11 points (fat load of places that can get me), unlike XL’s and Adeline’s awesome looking 8. –mwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-
Errr… so now it boils down to where to go for first three months. Then there’s that terrible little letter that Liew had this really scary dream about. Sigh… guess I’ll be going to AJC for the next three months then if I’m lucky and such, I’ll go over to VJC and join the two people of the BA there! Go me! XL… probably is going to VJ as well. Haha.
Adeline has her whole bright future planned in front of her. She’s going to Hwa Chong and then she’ll probably try applying for a Law course in Cambridge or Oxford, where she’ll be able to go to France in her third year, to see the headquarters of the European Union, her pride and joy, and such.
Unfortunately, the lessons will be conducted in French and Adeline doesn’t study French. So change of course, she has decided to work to going to Netherlands instead and study International Law in good old Queen’s English.
Then she’ll get her lawyer’s degree and be happy. If not, she claims she’ll go and be a university lecturer/professor and earn $14000 a month.
As for me… I just want to go and see the world and such. Then I’ll work on how to destroy it. Mua hahaha.
I need to work on my Sciences, I’m almost depending on all of them! –Mutters and counts on fingers- Yeah… almost all of them, needed for my life in JC. So good luck to me for the O Levels! Yaaay-ers!

- Death of Fulle
I have seen the Death of Fulle. I am/was the sad for a few days but I’m okay now, after Shannon accepted Zephiris for who she is and achieved a Complete Fusion, All is Well in the world now! Oh I got so err… psyched up/ inspired/ saddened by Fulle’s death that I wrote an essay about it! Err I shall be putting it up soon. Somewhere I guess, for the people who are interested. Berns, this is for you!

- Random Nellynishness
I was eating Grapes! Grapes are Nice and Round!
Today is a very cold day; it’s really nice to sleep in. Heard that, Adeline?
Learning Economics from Myst is rather weird. I feel very curious about it but don’t feel like going into Humans, even though Humans looks nice. I mean what would I study man…
According the Myst, this is my version of her summary, don't kiiiilll me Myyyystt.... Economics is about How There Isn't Much In This World And You Can't Get All You Want So You Better Bloody Well Choose What You Want More And Then Work For It, You Lazy Bugger. Yep.
For humans I’ve got Literature, no Shakespeare though the old language would kill me, and I’d just die thinking of how Shakespeare felt when he wrote the play. I did that for Mrs Kingshaw and my brain melted from both of my ears. I told Liew about that and she said probably because Mrs Kingshaw wasn’t thinking when she said whatever she said to Kingshaw about fears and etc.
I agreed with her whole heartedly.
History is a no-no. I cannot remember stuff properly and I have no interest in a bunch of slow countries that fight over this plot of land that MAY HAVE oil in it.
Geography is possible but it’s all Human from A Level onwards. People say it’s all very well and common sense for Human Geog as hello, you’re human too right, but I don’t get it. Okay I do but it’s not an A1 answer.
I’ve got stuff like Chemistry and Biology in the Sciences section, my first loves!, and also I am feeling weirdly interested in astro-physics, what with all the science with black holes and QUARKS the little buggers. I like the name. Oh talking about quarks, I have finally figured out why I don’t really get physics.
Because all the funny laws and everything, the scientist guys can’t EXPLAIN it. It’s just a damn phenomenon to them and hey, they call it Faraday’s Law… after a hellish number of experiments larh. Like I ask my tuition teacher- why does the solenoid produce a repelling pole that repels the magnet from it? and he, after a lot of flipping through A Level textbooks, he has TWO WHOLE SHELVES of books like that, he says that it’s just a phenomenon they witnessed and thus called it the wossname law of the wossnames.
I can’t remember stuff if I don’t understand it. They can’t explain that, and now the O levels are going more into theory? How’d you suppose to explain that?!
Okay- Disclaimer: I cannot remember my question. If there is a real explanation for that I will withdraw my question and ask another one. But hell I’m sure I asked a question to Mr. Loh or whoever and he said it’s just a phenomenon they witnessed. Faaaugghhhh.
Keh, I’d just say the solenoid produces that repelling pole because it doesn’t like the damn magnet coming in to freak out all its pretty electrons. Bah.
Gasp! Newton’s third law!
-freaks out, foams and dies-
And I have fallen into the habit of calling every black evil looking fat thundercloud Faust.
Ah yes, I have, as diagnosed by Chuntsen, blogger’s block. I cannot blog proper posts for now. I feel utterly defeated. It’s a very depressing feeling for someone like me, who writes/types a lot. Ah well, since I’m feeling so down, I might as well type Fulle’s death here.
Err… I’d just like to add that I’m not completely satisfied with how I wrote it. I don’t seem to have enough vocabulary to push out all of the angst and everything. And you need the right theme song to actually feel like crying when Fulle finally died. I mean, listening to American Hi-Fi’s Geeks Get the Girl while typing this so does not put you in the mood. I like the way I ended it though. It sounds nice, short and poetic. : ) Okay I’m officially weird.
I'd like to add, all speech said by the characters here are in the episode, having watched it three times to get this out, except the one where Slay says 'Goodbye Fulle.'

Titled: How Not to Die
Actual Title of Episode: Elegy of Some Backward Alley or Something. (I will check it out and come back)
Dedicated to: Bernice, Mildred, All who love Fulle!
Inspired by Episode 18, Scrapped Princess

The road stretched ahead of him, fading into the darkness. He was drenched in a mixture of rain, sweat and blood. His black eyes were glazed, a sign that he would not last much longer. His usual smooth, long black hair was now matted and sticking uncomfortably to his back. He was exhausted beyond measure, something which was unprecedented in his life. Blood was dripping past his eyes and flowing out onto the street, the arrows embedded all over his back and limbs burning into his being. Fulle swallowed painfully as his breaths became shallower. His mouth was parched dry, an irony as it was pouring steadily from the dark sky, and still he stumbled onwards, his iron will the only thing left forcing him to move on, no matter how agonisingly painful each step was.
A whistling sound alerted his dimly perceptive mind of another arrow which buried itself into his back. Ah, his brain thought wryly, that was the, what… eleventh arrow? Or was it the twelfth? Ignoring the fresh wound stuck on his back, he continued onwards, to reach where she was undoubtedly waiting for him…

The bowstring was taut, ready for another shot. The archer took aim- a ridiculously easy feat- as the target was only a few feet ahead of him, and he wasn’t even looking at them. He pulled the bow further back, ready to fire-
‘Enough.’
The bow was obediently lowered. The order was from Slay, the leader of the patrol. He knew that Lace was harbouring the Abomination but he never knew that he would be so concerned about her safety that he would lay his life down for her.
‘He knew the price of defying the government. But why…’
Lace was already notorious amongst the generals with his retirement from the Black Hawks at the height of his career. Slay also knew that Lace had a good heart and was unconsciously rebelling against the military by protecting or releasing wanted criminals. This was obviously no different from the others but was the Abomination’s escape so important to Fulle that he would sacrifice himself so that she could escape? He had not gone down easy either and the proof was lying all around Fulle: bodies of dead or dying soldiers. Apparently, Fulle hadn’t neglected his daggers since his retirement from the military three years ago.
However, he would never know the answer now. He watched Fulle stumble off into the darkness, almost zombie-like, and turned away from his friend.
‘Come. Focus on finding the Scrapped Princess. He hasn’t got much time left anyway…’ he added quietly to himself. Flicking his reins, Slay rode off in the opposite direction, leaving Fulle behind as his party followed him.
As he rode away, Slay took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to forget the haunting image of Fulle’s still upright but near-dead body.
‘Goodbye Fulle.’

Fulle fell to a stop, his knees finally giving way and buckling under his weight. The shock of falling jerked him out of his daze and his head hung down in near defeat. There was no pain from his legs now, he had lost all feeling from them a while ago, from jumping and killing all the soldiers he could lay his daggers on. Similarly, his back was filled with burning barbs but he was so used to their excruciating pain that he had nearly forgotten them already. There was no point in pulling them out anyway, there were too many…
Looking ahead through the haze of blood, rain and sweat which dripped past his eyes, to the long empty road stretching in front of him, Fulle swore quietly to himself.
‘Damn it…’ he ground out through tightly clenched teeth. Pulling himself together, he continued the near-eternal crawl towards Pamela and her friends. He had promised her that he would make it back, and by Mauzer, he would make it back. Besides, he had already broken one of his promises to her, having promised that he would return without a scratch on him, and now he was returning looking like a grotesque pin cushion. Pamela would be so angry…
At the thought of the naïve blue-eyed and blonde girl, images began flooding into his mind. He knew of this- in the final moments of a person’s life, their lives would flash before their eyes. How many times had he seen people with the very same look in their eyes, before he killed them?
Pamela’s laughter, her carefree and cheerful demeanour, her beautiful azure eyes like a cat, her irritating yet endearing obsession with eggs, her rash mouth and even more rash behaviour… and her look of fear when she found out she was being hunted…
Most predominantly, however, was her smile and look of complete joy, which stuck in his mind. Almost automatically, he found himself thinking, ‘I’ll protect it…’
Filled with fresh determination, he pulled onwards, inch by painful inch. He would get to her, no matter how long it took… he promised her…
Fulle’s body could take the punishment no longer. His blood was now streaming onto the street, aided and abetted by the rain. Fulle shivered. He was very cold… his hands were slipping on the wet stones, slick with rain and blood. His vision was now only pin pricks of lights…
He remembered his last thought being: That orange head kid knight better keep HIS promise…

Shannon’s boots splashed repeatedly in the empty and flooded stone street. He was carrying an umbrella and sheltering Sizu underneath it, something which ignited plenty of unwanted memories. His face set in a grim line, he walked on, not noticing anything, until he almost stepped on someone’s feet.
He stopped- the blood pooling around the person’s prone form wasn’t a good sign. Handing the female Peacemaker the red umbrella, he kneeled down beside the man and checked for a pulse, though the numerous arrows poking out of his back gave him a clue of the man’s condition.
‘This man was probably headed somewhere,’ he said. Under the red umbrella, Sizu asked, ‘Where? The man’s life response has ceased.’
Shannon pulled his hand over the dead eyes, finally closing them. His pale face was streaked with blood but apparently, only death was strong enough to stop this man’s resolve.
‘Wherever he was heading, somebody’s got to tell him that he can’t make it anymore, even if he wanted to,’ Shannon continued, looking at the dark street ahead of him ‘Otherwise, his spirit won’t rest in peace.’
The rain continued pouring down.

Posted by norbert at 10/16/2005 10:57:00 PM