Posts

Posted on

Reincarnation (Miracle) iii

“I know that’s a lie, Your Highness.”

Rey looked up surprised, an unexpected answer came from the messenger/escort. The messenger just smiled briefly and went back to repair the broken wheel. ‘That messenger… is the biggest mystery for now…’ Rey thought.

The messenger is suspicious, now saying that she knows one of Rey’s many secrets. Showing up suddenly, taking him to the Royal Palace, and making things complicated. What else does the messenger have in store for Rey?

Soon enough, the wheel was fixed and the group of travelers were back on the road. Rey was sitting across from the messenger and the carriage was filled with awkward silence. Well, Rey thought so.
“Your Highness, is there anything you are keeping away from the kingdom, because if you are, the Queen, sorry, Empress will find out the hard way. During your absence, the Empress came up with a new set of rules, and laws. Not only am I your escort, I do many other jobs in the Palaces. If there is anything you are wondering, please do not hesitate to ask, Your Highness.” The messenger smiled.
“Alright, I have three questions. Who are you? Where are you from? How old are you?” Rey asked suspiciously.
“Your Highness, my name is Emereld Grawathakwel. I’m 18 years old and I come from the Raelishemn region. My family works in the palace kitchens, gardens, stables, and as maids and butlers. What else might you be wondering about?”
“Who will be my personal butler?”
“My half-brother, Jael Quzerphalk.”
“Great, a connection.” Rey mumbled under his breath.
“What was that, Your Highness?”
“Nothing. Enough talking, I’m tired. Let me sleep.”
“Of course.”

Rey is in quite a awkward situation when he finds out his personal butler is connected to Emereld. How can Rey wriggle himself out of this little jungle of mystery?

“Your Highness, we have arrived at the palace.” Emereld called out, and pulled the window open.
“You. Take the Highness’ things to the prepared room. Get Jael to help him look presentable in front of the Queen, no, sorry, Empress.” Emereld instructed a guard at the entrance.
“DON’T TOUCH MY THINGS!” Rey picked his 4 large bags with one hand and 3 wrapped packages in his other hand and ran through the gates with Jael bumping into him, explaining a few things, then leading Prince Rey to his room to dress him the proper attire.
“This way…”

Jael makes his first appearance, and Rey has no idea what will happen after, for he has lost all control over this story to a single author. He had sensed him. Yes. It’s a male author. It’s hard to tell what was going to happen to Rey’s dreams. Will they stay standing, or, will they fall like a prey to its predator, with another dictator?

Jael fixed Rey’s long reddish brown hair into a loose ponytail and decorated his hair tie with a silver flower topped off with sapphire and diamond beads. He wore a pair of loose, yellow-ish green, silk pants, a low-collared tank that was black, a vest of light brown that flowed behind him as he walked, a long sleeved jacket hung on his shoulders that had a bamboo pattern on it, and of course, a pair of brown leather boots.
“Your Highness, the Empress is waiting and running out of patience. Please DO hurry, Jael.”
“Right away.”

Rey freaks out to the point of silence. He seems to have given up all hope. Jael takes control over his life as prince. How will Rey take this information when his hope is gathered once again?

Hi, uhh. I kind of ran out of ideas for this little blotch of writing for a month or two. So I decided to publish this little bit onto the blog. So, uh, don’t get mad at me.

Posted on

Infinity

tracing the lines of the infinity sign over and over again seemed simple, but how long can you do it for without falling off the track? if you went on for your whole life, how would it go? ‘how long’ was the question. 8 seconds? 8 minutes? 8 hours? 8 days? 8 weeks? 8 months? 8 years? 8 decades? 8 centuries? 8 millenniums? 8 eons? 8 lifetimes? but what would all the hard work for? all for the world to keep spinning.

(:

Posted on

It’s just me

Hi it’s me. I’m back!! Sooo, stuff has happened. My ping pong skills have leveled up, but I still have a lot of room left for improvement, if you watched me play you would most likely agree that I have lots to work on. Enough about that, SCHOOL. the place that brings the most stress. People you meet there, conversations through writing, work you do, friends, and people that happen to be around you. At the moment I am very confused. Too many questions left from October 31st. ARGHHHHHH. I really don’t know what to do. I’m not really asking for any help, I just want to reveal things indirectly, so I can release some stress by aggressively typing down some facts about something REALLY confusing. Well, it may not for you, but it does for me. One more thing about the topic, why should it be me?
Moving on. What other things are causing me stress? I really don’t know. Wait. I think I got one. Does my younger brother count? He doesn’t listen to me when I try to educate him, but I guess he isn’t at the age to know what I am talking about. But does he have to go straight to violence when he gets a little too agitated? Again, I am not asking for help; just letting some steam out.
For me, when I forget everything that is causing me stress, I listen to music, play ping pong, or talk to my sister in the middle of the night. Sorry mom and dad, just needed some advice from my sister, hehe…  I want to talk about music!! The kind of music I like is electric-ish music (not a song), songs I like are preferably sung by one of my idols, or electric, or, traditional chinese songs/music, or piano. From electrical to classic, hey? What a wide range of music genres.
Tomorrow…. I have safety patrol earlier in the morning, and then later after school, then extra ping pong class to catch up. Kind of busy… compared to normal days.
I have a couple of questions:
1) Am I spoiled?
2) Why me?
3) Can I get any better at ping pong?
That’s it. Yeah… Hmm… WOAH. Quite a long post today, hey? I guess it’s the music helping me. That sounds somewhat poetic. It’s not supposed to be either way. Anyways, gotta go!! See you!

Posted on

Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEE(!), and only me.

Hi. It’s my birthday!!! Guess what I got? I got a bluish greenish sweater with sparkly black stars on it, a long sleeve pair of pajamas (I didn’t have any ones that were a pair, and fit me.), a drawing pad, and… uh… some cards.

I had school too. I brought a box of Skittles and Starburst to school. ALSO, I had immunizations. They still hurt. It was like,1, 2, 3, and right on three, they stabbed me in the arms.  I was not ready. I had 2 shots IN THE SAME TIME!!! That was the morning. Then the day proceeded normally.

So, uh, we’re going to have birthday noodles (chinese tradition), and then later on through the night there will be chocolate cake. Well, then, it is almost dinner… so I have to go. Until next time!

Posted on

Say What?

I’m gonna say it!! I hate liars. BUT! I! LIE! SOMETIMES! FOR! THE! SAKE! OF! MYSELF! At school I find myself surrounded by terrible liars, which comes to what I have said before. I hate liars. But, I can lie okay-ish, but sometimes I get caught, SO, that is why I would not like to meet someone identical to me. I’d be so annoyed, I would catch a plane to somewhere far far away from that person.
That is the same reason I don’t like people fake smiling at me, and fake complimenting me, and others. Like, when a chubby kid is wearing a dress and it is like STRAPPED ON, not on like a skinny person, and a parent or an adult compliments them on looking very “pretty.” It doesn’t have to be a chubby person though. It could be anyone. When that person’s brain thinks ‘oh…. ew. A beautiful dress on HER???!! No no…’ and then say, “That looks SO GOOD on you!” and then smile like a flower at them, it just wants me to go and say something kind of rude to them. I always end up not saying anything and… feel all bad that I didn’t do anything for them, like I would’ve. But if it’s my friends getting lied to, I wouldn’t hesitate to help them. Why? Because I don’t know if that person would appreciate my help.

AGH! Why are there so many liars in the world? Someone must know… But that might just be a lie.

Posted on

Oh, would you look at the time!

Yeah. Look at it. It’s almost my BIRTHDAY!!! I’mma be old!!!!!! Well, I’m pretty sure I’m the third youngest in my class. No, really. On that same day, I’m getting immunizations. Great. Really great. Then 7 days later, the 27th, it will be individual student picture day. Better look beautiful. YEEAAAHH!! Let’s see… We have intake interviews (aka Teacher-Parent interviews) this week. Uh.. There’s school 5 days a week? I have Music on Mondays and Wednesdays? Oh. Look at the time again. 8:58 p.m. Gotta go now. See ya!

Posted on

Reincarnation (Miracle) ii

But is this really enough to entertain this young sorcerer? Was it all really necessary? Just for his imagination run wild that his stories became reality? Why did the fairytale side characters have to go through whatever hard times that were featured in the story? Why did they have to go through all that trouble? All for ‘Prince’ Rey. Could everything be turned around with a sorceress?

Rey walked back to his apartment and unlocked the door. He stepped into the room.
“Hey. You. Prince Rey. Turn around. Your Highness requests your presence.” A girl said haughtily with her hands on her hips.
“I’m not going back.” Rey said without turning around or flinching in surprise.
“You’re gonna have to, I’m afraid. You’re supposed to be crowned King next month. Ye’ see, your dad kind of went away, and your mom gave up and wants you to take his spot and look for him until she thinks he is dead and will never come back. So, get on this damn carriage and we’re getting outta here.”
“… No.”

As you can see, things are getting a little hard for Prince Rey. He’s trying to get back at his desk to continue writing this little tale but there is this girl that’s kind of really persistent to get him back to his ‘parents’, and he has no idea where she came from or how she got into his story.

“Come on. We ain’t got all day. Are you getting on? If you’re not, I’m going to report back to the castle and tell your mom that you were assassinated, and double the burden on her shoulders, unless, you don’t give a care. Well?” The messenger said, tilting her head a bit.
Cornered, Rey sighed.
“Alright. I’m coming, just let me pack.”

Obviously, you see Prince Rey in an uneasy situation in which his real identity is almost revealed to the messenger. In reality, he doesn’t really care, because, he knows there wouldn’t be anyone conscious to be in his ‘beautiful’ tragic fairytale in which he is the perfect prince. The Queen is just a character in a storybook. But this messenger is very suspicious and seems to have a consciousness. But is she actually to be suspected to be doing suspicious?

“Alright, Crown Prince, we’re leaving now… Aren’t you going to bid the town good-bye?” The messenger asked.
“… They don’t need to know yet about my crowning until the news arrives to this stinky- excuse me- beautiful town. It might be hard for them to take in.”

That’s right. Rey here, hasn’t written a bit to this little story, so, he doesn’t know how the townspeople will react, because they could all be conscious people, just entranced by his spell for turning people into important characters in the stories he writes. He didn’t write that the Queen wanted him. That’s why he is suspicious and on guard because he knows there is another author in this story that can change/ruin his story, so he has decided to find the author and stop the person, female or male. Can he do anything to turn his story around?

BAM!!!
“My deepest apologies, Your Highness. The carriage has seems to hit a large rock and the wheel is broken. This happened because the horses were bitten by mosquitoes and flinched at the sight of more. Your Highness, I advise you keep the windows closed as we try to repair the broken wheel. Please accept our apologies, we are working our hardest to keep Your Highness comfortable. If you could wait a bit, I’ll be back to check on Your Highness.” The messenger bowed down and left.
“I have time to write!!” Rey thought, and took out his book and a fountain pen and started to write as fast as he could.

Why did the carriage crash at a large rock? Because when Rey was packing, he wrote a bit about his trip there to provide a bit of time for himself to write a little longer. But when will be the next time will write is story? What if the author of this fairytale butts in again and makes the story more tragic than it was, by getting rid of it’s maker, the side character, the Crown Prince Rey.

The repair took longer than planned so Rey wrote more until…
“Your Highness? Are you quite alright? May I ask what you may be doing?” The messenger asked.
“…I’m writing my daily diary.” He smiled softly, but it seemed very bitter.
“I know that’s a lie, Your Highness.”

Posted on

New Class!! 2014-2015

Hey there. Today I had school, and this afternoon we got to our new classes. I have a guy teacher and he seems nice. He’s one of the 17 new teachers. So… during our little 2 hours (or so… I wasn’t looking at the time though I was wearing a watch..), we (the class) got tested on our writing and math (I finished the math, but not the writing. I don’t now what to give an opinion on!!!), and I think I got okaaay. Anyways, I think I’m going to have a great grade 6 year with teacher whom no one’s ever been with, at my school. So we’re his first class ever in my school. WOAAAHHH. Nice!!

This year, you’ll get to see me improve my blog writing skills! Good luck to me, then! Well then, until next time!

Posted on

Reincarnation (Miracle) i

It was supposed to be a small circle of life. But it turned into something that was everlasting, not really possible. yet it happened.

In a small town in a large kingdom, the streets were bustling with noise, along every lane, street, and shop, it was busy with tourists and townspeople. But along the small road off on the side there was a dark shut-up apartment. And like every other day, it was undisturbed. It was always calm and quiet in that area. No one really knew if it was occupied. Nobody wanted to go there either, because curiousity killed the cat. But nobody knew that satisfaction would bring it back.

See? It’s all in a circle; it dies, but then something important will bring back to its feet. Will it ever have another chance to check it out? If it’s curiousity came back with it. But will satisfaction bring it back again?

BAM!! The door to the dark apartment building flew open. Out came a teenage boy with bright turquoise hair, wearing a pair of long black pants, a blank purple tank top, and womanly grey boots. He brushed back a lock of hair and sighed.
“Haven’t been out here for quite a while! Been busy with scripts. Ahh. Let’s go shopping!” He cheerfully exclaimed to his cat which had padded out beside him. He stepped back into his little apartment and took a grey cloak and swung it over his shoulders and slipped it on.
“Oh, Tigerr, you want a small cloak? Here.” He put on a miniature cloak on his cat, Tigerr.
“Let’s GOOOO!!”

Never judge a book by its cover. That is commonly said by book enthusiasts, owners, and authors/illustrators. It may look dirty from the outside but inside, it might as well be a treasure. This young man has been holed up in this little apartment, all alone with his little cat, and is not seen often and is a genius author. He writes novels in complete silence. Is it really true that he has no other connections in this little kingdom?

“It’s him!” “Really?” “He’s out!” “We should go and check if he’s still handsome…” “Are you crazy?” “It’s Prince Rey!” “WE TOWNSMEN AND TOWNSWOMEN ARE VERY INDEBTED TO YOU, OUR GREAT PRINCE!” The townspeople all paid their respects to the young man whom was shopping for groceries (now identified as Prince Rey).
“Eh? Oh, right. I’m a prince. Don’t forget that. You take a large part in this little tragic story. (He’s whispering) Townsmen, townswomen, thank you for taking me in to this wonderful town. This place has the best view of the world. It’s all thanks to the people here whom created this place.” Rey bowed deeply to the townspeople who had cried out to him earlier.
“Don’t thank us!! It’s only right for the Crown Prince to be accepted into all of his very own towns throughout the kingdom.”
“Thank you.” Prince Rey thanked mockingly.
“Hahahaaaha!”

SO, Prince Rey’s duty here is to be an author of a story. He is the author of the kingdom. To put it simpler, he is the one that created this town, this kingdom and made it real. He put his magic powers together to make something interesting to entertain himself with. But is this really enough to entertain this young sorcerer?

I’m going to make this into a series this is rather interesting to me, also, the story relates to nothing I’m interested right now, so yeah. Music kind of inspires. Kind of. You could sense the sarcasm if I was talking. Like this one song reminds me of royalty stuff, and another song reminds me of storytelling/writing. Well, the next one is coming up sometime later.