Palms raw. Wrists aching. Butt sore. Thighs pulsing. Feet corned.

I cycled for 6 hours straight this night
Down by the beach and jungles, what a sight

For 16km we went on the park trails with our bikes
Stopping occasionally to have a few bites

Until we decided "Hey lets go to the airport!" and took the wrong turn
And cycled till we felt our calves begin to burn

Then, oh crap, we realized these were rentals
So we headed back and pushed our pedals

We went on and on, we thought it'd never end
So estimated and approximated it to be short (we did pretend)

Until we at last returned them, our heads with achievement, light
And thus ended our awesome night



Oh [link] and I saw a bunny half way- Why on earth is a bunny doing in the middle of nowhere IN SINGAPORE? Do we have local rabbits? Is it an abandoned pet? Were we supposed to follow it down it's rabbit hole? WERE WE HALLUCINATING?! Guess we'll never know.

Anyway I'm not depressed anymore <3

"Thousands of years ago, elves ruled the surface of Thedas, but today they live in mankind's shadow, whether as an oppressed underclass confined to urban slums or, in the case of the Dalish tribes, forced to wander the ancient forests forever."

"Elven Warriors and rogues may alternatively choose a proud but trying life among the Mahariel clan of the Dalish elves, preferring to wander the ancient forests in perceptual isolation over letting humankind corrupt the last true elven culture. But a chance encounter with a relic of your people's past threatens to change those plans."

Why does this sound so familiar.
Fleydara. Altterdor. Elvish Exiles for the New Human Imperial Empire.
Great. Someone has come up with the same ideas I did.

I'm going to curl up in a ball and kiss the Dancer from the East Legacy goodbye.

Why did someone have to come up with similar ideas. BEFORE I finished the first book?

I feel so unoriginal now.

I'm thinking if this should be the 2nd story that I'm submitting to the competition. Hopefully the edited version would be competition worthy.

Ugh I feel so emotional right now after writing that.



Also, to whom this might concern:
If you're still stalking my DeviantART account
this story was based on our time together
and the memories that have haunted me since

Hope you've moved on already.

Firstly I'm not sure why I needed to put this on my journal but by the looks of things I don't think it'd matter much if I did or didn't... Maybe I'm just indeed of a good 2nd story for the competition and I need to express myself before deviant emotions get poured into other good (unrelated) story ideas... Which could turn out badly. -Yaoi smut fanfics might be a lethal result-

Also if anyone has any story ideas to throw to help me out for this competition voice your ideas in the comments section below~~

Anyway due to various reason I'm beginning to feel more and more like a Soldier, leaving home. No and I don't mean like Gevien in Dancer from the East (AKA Mercy Giver) I mean that I feel like a Soldier a volunteer, leaving home and my love, both which I Know I'll never return to.

I feel like I'm going to fight a war I know I'll never return from. But I am not sad about this "Tragedy" I feel noble. Disillusioned some might say, but I feel noble because I know what I'm defending.

I may be far away on a forgien battlefield but I know I am fighting in defense of my home, in defence of my love. I believe that for every man I kill out here in my muck covered, lice ridden foxhole, I am protecting the very idea of what I want to keep in existance.

Yes, my home might be sold or demolished, Yes my love may find another man. But I am not sad because I know that the soil I love remains free. I am not sad because I know my love will be happy and not berieved by grief should I fall.

She might not know it, but as she holds her new lover. I am here protecting her, fighting for her right to be a woman of honor, fighting for the land she lives on, fighting for the very idea that is home.

I shall not rest until I can be sure these dear things to me are safe. I shall fight and keep fighting until they are safe or until I am dead and can fight no more.

That is why I am leaving home and my love behind to fight some stupid old man's war. That is why I am willing to throw my life away to some wild man's dream.

I love, my Love
and my Love is threatened.

And if taking up arms is the least I can do to ensure her survival and freedom to be her.
I will do so gladly.

We just got our promotional results today... I swear half the class disappeared to cry in the toilets... and the other half followed them in to comfort them. Seriously though, it was a sad day, many tears disappointment and half-hearted no-conditional advancement. Hope those who have shed tears in the toilets of my school are feeling better.

Either than that projects have ground to an abrupt halt. Old bridging courses are rearing their ugly heads, World of Warcraft is calling me back to zombie-hood, involuntary writing competitions that my school signed me up for are closing in..... Well least I got promoted ^-^

Hopefully after this week, a tonne of deviations would be put up... God knows what about and He also knows who'll read em

Chiao~~ <3

(That was so gay... I think I'm turning... NOT)