The Fairy Tales: Episode 1 - The Lost Princess

Once upon a time, there was a land where many legends and many tales sprouted from.

Or rather, there were many lands.

And the legends and tales were too many to keep count. But every being that lived in that age, every character, every soul, mortal or immortal, found its own way to have their adventures recorded. One way or another, the tales were kept. And the tales were told.

Some said it started in the tale that follows. That is a rather totalizing statement, for no one knows for sure where and when the world began, where this world began. But, the tale that follows can perhaps be best described as “the event that made this land significant”, as the Prince of Thieves once put it.

It started with the white castle, built within the thick mush unclaimed forest. Its walls were built with the best marble that could be purchased from the eight great dwarves, who were the masters of the mines. Its chambers were filled with treasures consisting of antiques from the days of creation. Every doorknob was made of gold, every ceiling, every wall were spread with marvelous paintings. Every curtain was made of the finest silk spun from mysterious tribes of manikins from the north.

It took the employed laborers nine years to build and fully furnish the castle, and the Prince of the South-East Fairyland was pleased with it. Another six years passed, and the castle and its surroundings were populated with all sorts of peoples… humans, dwarves, manikins, trolls, ogres, humanoids, elves, astromech droids, mermaid-human cross breeds, so on and so forth.

The land prospered. And the Prince grew proud, for no other King, Queen, Prince or Princess did as well as him. He shunned himself from the world, and he became drunk in his own pride and his own wealth.

Until one day, the Godmother of Fairies knocked on his doorstep, dressed as a beggar, to ask the Prince for help. He refused her, commanding her to depart. The Godmother of Fairies then cursed the Prince for his lack of love, and as much as the Prince begged her not to, the Godmother of Fairies turned the Prince into a hideous looking beast, with blue furs, seven legs, sixteen arms, fangs of basilisk blood, a tongue of a frog, and eyes of… well, he kept his human eye. And the castle was stripped of its glory. Out of anger, the Prince of Beasts tore through the village beyond the castles, tearing and ripping bodies apart, limb after limb, arm after arm, and head after head.

And everyone either died, or ran away, for none could stop the beast. The manikins left without a fight, the trolls and ogres all died trying to beat it to death, the elves’ magic bounced off the beast, the astromech droids were ripped to shreds, and the dwarves ran after seeing one of the great eight dwarves die in combat with the Prince of Beasts.

Only love could break the curse, the Godmother of Fairies had said to the Prince of Beasts.

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And so, for six full years, the castle was entrapped in darkness. The marble turned from sparkling white to dusty grey, and it was close to being a place of eternal night. The Beast locked himself within the castle, shunning himself from the world. And the forest soon became known to travelers as the forbidden forest, for it always carried mists of darkness, and no one who has ventured within has ever left it alive.

Until one day, a young maiden, who had gotten lost in the forbidden forest, stumbled upon the castle and was captured and imprisoned by the Beast. There, the cheesiest of stories happened, for the Beast found the servant-dressed girl to be a sweet and beautiful young thing, and fell in love with her.

To win the girl’s heart, the Beast ceased to murder or cause harm to people. It re-learnt politeness, suave and gentleness. And the cheesiest of stories happened! She saw that his heart was pure, and loved him in return.

And one thing remained for the Beast to break the curse: A kiss of true love.

The young lass loved the beast as the beast, and with her eyes closed, she kissed the hideous face of the hideous beast, ready to break the curse, and live a life of royalty with the prince restored.

Only the beast turned into a rather cute looking frog. Almost spotless.

*

“You hideous looking frog. You lied to me! You said you were a prince?”

“Oorrgh. I am a prince. Oorrgh.”

“But you’re a… frog!”

“Oorrgh. I can see that. But I’m really a human prince.”

“Apparently not. You lied to me, and you tricked me into loving something that you are not. Not only have you wasted my time here, you’ve also wasted my love.”

“I Oorrgh did not, my love. The curse should be broken.”

“Stop croaking, you liar!”

And the godmother of fairies then showed up and cursed the fair maiden into eternal exile in the highest tower in the abandoned castle near the caves of the manikins, for she was unable to love beyond one phase. That though her vision was clear enough to see the beast as he was, she could not see the frog as he was.

And it was said that because she could love the beast, the godmother of fairies did not steal the fair maiden’s beauty, to give her hope that one day, someone can free her of her imprisonment.

*

Legend tells that the tower was never found.

The manikins, however, often spoke of a legend of a half-princess who is imprisoned in a tower in the sky, and can only be seen where the sun and moon is. And how she grew her hair long enough for one to climb to her cage and free her, and how she hoped that one day her knight in shining armor would take her away from her eternal claustrophobia.

The manikins also always tell of the tragedy that no one has ever found her, and that her love was one that found no redemption.

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As for the frog prince, the godmother of fairies set him free of his curse, and placed peace in his heart to know that the fair maiden’s love was not a love worth keeping.

She restored his kingdom, the forest, and its peoples and animals.

And she blessed the Prince with a good wife, Belle, the princess of starry stars. He loved her, and she loved him, and they began a journey of living a life eternal happily ever after.

And they had a child, Cinderella. And her birth was where “happily ever after” began to fade away.

*

“WHERE IS MY BABY!” screamed Princess Belle to the servants.

"We cannot find her. We left the room for only a minute,” answered her servants.

The Prince at that moment rode out with his best knights in search of the kidnapped baby, while servants and guards overturned the entire castle to seek Cinderella. She was stolen in the night, and no one had heard a thing. It was almost as if she disappeared into thin air. Not even the windows were open, for the curtains hang still in the enclosed bedroom.

As the Prince rode through the forest, eyeing every tree, every bush and every pathway in hopes of seeing some sign of a kidnapper’s movement.

His determination outlasted that of his knights, for he never rested for seven days, riding further and further out. His knights had either resorted to laziness or death from thirst.

The Prince of Beasts finally arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and at the forest gates of ghostly willows he finally found a sign that told him more of what he did not wish to know than that which he hoped to find.

The body of the godmother of fairies hung at the tree gates of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by fleas and smelling of dead rot.

The Prince of Beasts knelt down and cried, for in his knowledge, he knew that only the Godfather of Fairies could have done such a thing. And that must also mean that the Godfather of Fairies has awoken from his millennium slumber.

“But why take my Cinderella? Why take my Cinderella? What have I ever done to you, oh Godfather of Fairies?” cried the Prince.

*

Princess Belle departed from the castle, apparently to beg for Godfather of Fairies to return their daughter to the family. But anyone would know that no one knows where the great magician dwells. Some suspected that she left of depression, that she cannot live within the castle walls without remembrance of her stolen daughter.

Over the years, Princess Belle never returned, and that was somehow expected by the Prince of Beasts. And slowly, the castle returned to its grey self, and the forest turned into a forest of fog and confusion again. Though this time, it wasn’t the aura of death that filled the forest, but the echoes of sadness and pain.

And that was the catalyst of the dark times that was to follow.

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the end

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The Big Fat Nite of A Living Nightmare of Unsleepable Brain and also a Unusable Brain and I do Realize This Title Is a Senseless One Because I dunno

I hate assignments

you know why?

Because i hate assignments.

I've been starting at my screen for one and a half hours, and i have written a grand total of 117 words.

I need about 1900 more.

Stupid assignment.

31st

I am trying my level best to finish everything by this weekend so that I can send what I need to send to my friends in Aussie and UK before the 31st. This is so I can, you know, fool around with people and say that "The Door" as well as "Irregular Instances of Madness" was released simultaneously in three different countries. That's a far far cry from the record set by Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. But it's still something! Hahaha.

Any takers from other countries? Hahahaha.

TMY vs TMY

When May Yee (also fondly known as "girl TMY" to me, since her initials are the same as me", left for Aussie, she dropped an email saying "Do you play minesweeper flags?"

I said, yeah. So added her on MSN. I mean, since we're from the same gang here in Monash, no harm done.

So when we were both online early in the year, we tried loading MSN Minesweeper Flags just to kill time.

BUT!!!!

WE COULDN'T!!! Because of her server I think. Hardly anything goes wrong on my side so it's probably her fault. So we did what everyone else did on MSN. Chat.

Now, after a few months. Suddenly the Minesweeper thing works!

it is a day to remember indeed. TMY vs TMY

"If I should never find you in this life, let me feel the lack. One glance from your eyes, and my life will be yours. "

- Sgt. Welsh,The Thin Red Line

still I seek. Still.

For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light.

Psalm 36:9

Wasting Away #20: Lone

This is the first time I'm posting about timewasting without anyone around me.

What is love?

I sometimes find myself mired in it like a helpless soul in quicksand, yet... no one knows what's beneath the quicksand.

Most people say death.

Well, even death is part of what I classified earlier as "no one knows what's beneath the quicksand," among other things.

Do I want to find out?

With all my life, I do. I do.

As Hostpitaler put it in Kingdom of Heaven, "All death is certain."

All death is certain.

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So is love.

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So is love.

Wasting Away #19: What Is Life Now?

Post Star Wars euphoria has been swirling inside me since last night. I didn't want to sleep last night, because I wondered what would life be like after I wake up the next morning? What would like be like without that lingering anticipation of another Star Wars? It has been something I've grown up with, and now it is no more. No, I'm not a dramatic fanatic. To put it in academic terms, watching Episode 3 was like a funeral procession for a very deeply embedded discourse in the context of my social construction.

Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars. I woke up this morning and realized that life is quite the same. I still checked my mail, read the news and came for class. Still ate my breakfast, still argued with loved ones, still made fun of people (well, not yet, but I'm getting there once I'm done with these nostalgic paragraphs). So what's different?

No more Star Wars movies. There is this sense of completion, of closure for a large chapter now. I've bought the toys, read a lot of the books, played a ton of the games, read up on news week after week. Well, it's over now. The story is complete. The SAGA is complete. And the Force has reached its maturity and will now slowly fade away into the hall of fame of "Life's Highlights". It has been a 21 year highlight (basically since I was born), and definitely longer than most of my other highlights, including, weird enough, my faith. That's not to say that my faith is less important, it's just my faith didn't kick in when I was five or 6 years old, see.

So now. The Force is no more. And I will cease to be Lord Darth Superratty (or Master Jedi Superratty) in due time.

Star Wars Star Wars Star Wars

*

Benji is going off to EQ now. Latest issue came out. My face is in there. I mean, who wouldn't want my face to be in there. Benji's face is in there too. He paid them.

Sarah is rushing for an assignment. She's short by a couple of paragraphs. FIkri is reading through blogs. Kerry is sulking in the media lab.

Sarah has been bugging me and Fikri all day. She kept on saying, "don't discuss star wars" but she'll suddenly ask something like, "who cut up Anakin Skywalker?". We were like, "what's your problem? Go watch the movie."

Ok I'll be honest. I'm going to watch Star Wars again later.

It's the most tragic movie. And the most nostalgic by far. And it's by far the most epic and... the best Star Wars movie I've ever seen in BOTH trilogies. 10 point rating from me.

*

Remember, the Force will be with you, always.

*

Star Wars: Episode 3 - Revenge of the Sith

Now, that's what I call an epic.

The Fairy Tales: Episode 6 - The Heart Made of Glass

Rumplestilkskin travelled through the rocky paths behind his home to an old abandoned castle. It hardly looked like a castle anymore, for all forms of flora and fauna had grown over it. He crawled through a hole at the wall, and entered the main courtyard, or whatever's left of it, and saw that Rapunzel's hair had grown so thick and so lush that it looked like a forest of bronze under the sunlight.

He looked up to a small window on the high tower. He could hear Rapunzel's soft chantings. Curses, aimed at the prince who never came to free her from her curse. Aimed at the prince who never found the castle, climb up her hair, and unlock the cage that held her hostage.

Rumplestilkskin cut two handfuls of her hair, pitied Rapunzel for a moment, and left. At the gateway approached a young prince.

"Have you come to free Rapunzel, young prince?" asked Rumplestilkskin.

"Yes, I have. Are you the guardian of this castle? Do you know where she is?" replied the young prince.

"She is locked on the highest tower. You're rather young to be her knight in shining amour. She has been locked in there for three generations. And you are only likely to be at most, twenty years old."

"Every prince that has set out before me in search of Rapunzel has found a love fairer than Rapunzel before they found her. None of them has come this far, save me."

"No, all of them did come this far. Like you, they found this castle. Like you, they met another princess before arriving here. Like you, their love was given to another before here. Rapunzel had her love stolen time and again, three generations now. Your grandfather found Ariel the mermaid, your uncle woke the sleeping Princess Aurora, and you met the deathly Snow White."

"How did you know, little manikin?"

"I know all things. Rapunzel is now old and her mind is no longer her own. Depart from here, go to Snow White, and let Rapunzel live the last of her days in peace."

*

Queen Cinderella's kingdom has been covered in snow for seven days now. It was supposed to be a season of summer, yet snow had covered every inch of land, roof, road and everything else. Livestock started to die of immense coldness, and much water has turned to ice.

"How can Snow White be alive? I killed her myself," asked Cinderella to Mirror.

"There was a prince, your distant nephew I think, who kissed Snow White before her death and restored her life. Simultaneously, the dwarves she befriended in the forest found the Cave of Wonders and befriended the genie within the cave who gave her life, supposedly to restore her life. What the genie did was grant Snow White life above life, thus giving her powers. She is more powerful than you now, Cinderella. "

"A glass heart can freeze in ice yet still reflect all things, godfather."

"We shall see."

"What do you know that I don't, Godfather?"

*

I need you to weave Rapunzel's hair, Rumplestiltskin, asked Snow White in her semi ethereal voice

"And why should I weave it for you? What use do you have for it?" challenged Rumplestiltskin.

You weren't there , Rumpy. The dwarves gave their lives for me. You weren't there when they died in the desert. You didn't see my tears. It burned with sadness and hate so hot it melted the snow that I conjured. One might say 'one thing led to another', but the dwarves' death was for no cause, yet it was caused by my stepmother. And my life was traded for theirs. One can say that had I died, the dwarves would have lived and the Queen retains her rule over her grand kingdom. But I live, and I seek to correct the corrupt of my land.

"It is not your land, Snow White. And you still haven't told me, why do you need me to weave Rapunzel's hair?"

It is all that there is in creation that can destroy my mother in law.

"And you would know that because?"

Her heart is a heart of glass that is near unbreakable. Legend has said that the fire of the most desperate soul can melt anything, and I know Rapunzel has the heart that laments the most.

"She cannot lament, for she is locked in the tower for far too long, Snow White."

But you would weave her hair for me.

"And what do I get?"

My first child.

"That's a lie. A great lie!" exclaimed Rumplestiltskin, reliving the time when he spun gold out of straw once for a young princess. "I've been tricked before. Your mother lied to me once. I feel no shame in telling you that you were very close to have been my adopted daughter."

Oh?And what did the Queen offer you in exchange for me, Rumplestiltskin? Gold spun from straw?

"The Queen? The Queen is not your mother. Your birth mother, Aurora, lied to me when you were born. "

With that, Snow White's cool and emotionless voice suddenly caught life.

Aurora. I have heard that name. The Prince of Thieves told me of an aunt of his. Her name was Aurora.

"She was your birth mother. She guessed my name when she shouldn't have. You were supposed to me mine. And had you been, you would've been raised well. I would say, she deserved to die. Ha ha ha. She deserves to have her daughter stolen from her," and Rumplestiltskin recounted the tale of how Snow White was kidnapped by Princess Cinderella from Princess Aurora with great snide in his voice. Snow White shed a tear, and her hatred for Cinderella grew.

From what I just heard, Aurora did guess your name. And you will have my first child. I promise you that. Weave Rapunzel's hair for me.

"Will your prince live with that?" asked Rumplestiltskin.

He has no choice.

Then it is done. Give me three days.

*

The Prince of Thieves rode away, back to the castle in the city of dunes.

There he would await Snow White. She would come to him with new winter behind her. Their kingdom will begin here. A kingdom of snow; of purity; and of love.

That whiteness will one day cover all the lands of this earth, and grow no more.

*

And the account of Cinderella's confrontation with Snow White, none can tell for sure how it took place.

Some say they fought a great battle. Some say Cinderella was no match for the godlike Snow White. Some say Snow White, even with a spear made of a mixture of gold spun from straw and the hair of the most desperate soul could not melt Cinderella's glass heart.

*

"This winter will only destroy everything I have built. It will also destroy the world. You will take life away from all that lives, Snow White," Cinderella pleaded, with the Spear of Rapunzel pierced through her ribs and into the wall.

It will end when this ends... mother.

"You cannot win. Rapunzel's fire of desperation is not enough to melt my heart, Snow White."

Snow White stood there, staring into the eyes of Cinderella. It reflected her face, and she looked nothing like Cinderella. She was not Cinderella's daughter. This woman killed her mother, stole her, tried to raise her for her evil ways, then tried to kill her. No, she did kill her. She desperately wanted to just end Cinderella's life, though she knew not how.

I must kill you, mother. Or you will haunt my dreams forever. You will haunt my footsteps forever. You will catch up with me one day and take back what you think is yours. I must kill you. Not out of vengeance, but out of my sake. and all that, Snow White said with the innocence of a young girl, with her hands forced to do what some might say, wasn't what she intended.

But you cannot.

But I can.

And Snow White let go off the spear and kissed Cinderella. Her lips pressed against the the lips of Cinderella, cold as glass. As her lips hung her, the flames of her desperation to kill Cinderella ignited, and poured its way through Cinderella's throat, flesh, and then her bloodstream.

And her glass heart melted as both Cinderella and Snow White were consumed by flames conjured by the Kiss of Desperation.

*

The Prince of Thieves sat by the huge balcony in his palace every single day, waiting for Snow White to come to him. She had promised that she would come when Cinderella is dead.

It has been two months. None of his messengers that he has sent has returned with solid news.

Could it be she is dead? The Prince of Thieves wondered. Could the love of his life be lost after only having spent two days with her in the flesh? God must be more loving than that, he thought.

*

One morning, the Prince of Thieves woke up by the balcony, and felt snow beat on his face.

The snow had come!

But the Prince of Thieves knew in his heart of hearts that Snow White had not. And she never will. And his heart was right.

As he looked upon his kingdom, once ravaged with heat and famine, now covered in eternal winter, he saw a little man, a manikin, cross a street with a little stack of hay.

And then, he remembered the maiden with enchanted hair, locked in a tower far, far away.

*

Amidst the global snow, one castle had eternal summer. The sun shone on it forevermore, and its flora flourished on its own, blossoming every single day. Clear water sprung forth from the fountain within the castle walls. The walls never cracked. Moss never grew on it. The colors on the paintings never faded. The furniture in every room and every hall never rotted.

No one inhabits the castle. No man, woman, child or any mystical beings had took residence in that castle longer than anyone can remember now.

*

In the master bedroom, a mirror stood in the corner of the room, reflecting all that it sees.

*

A glass slipper, and a summer's winter that never ends.

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The End

Wasting Away #18

Sarah says "Sarah says, 'MENG YOE SUCKS'" x 4

Benji says, "Benji agrees!"

Bei Yan too.

*

Kerry is wanting to lie about her assignment

Eva wants to blogged about. So I shall!

What's there to tell about Eva?

I recently watched Kingdom of Heaven. The lead actress, her name was Eva Green. The Eva that's standing here, is Eva San.

"San" means "three" in Japanese. It means "disperse" in cantonese. It means "mountain" in mandarin.

Cucumber is Yellow Kua. I've gotten that a trillion times already.

Eva Green vs Eva Mountain. Eva San is talking like "MENG YOE IS HOT!!!"

I know...

Bei Yan thinks she's hotter. But she's not because she's my slave. She obeys me. And she obeys my command to not be hot.

Eva sounds bimbo-ish. It's something I should note down for you guys to read. SO if you guys want to hook up with her or something, I can introduce her to you. BUt you'll have to go through a MOUNTAIN of obstacles to get to her. Fikri is first in line. Benji is second. Bei Yan is third. Jega is fourth. Sarah is fifth. Kerry is sixth.

Everyone is going to hit me, said Eva

I think so too. I don't think anyone is going to hit ON her though.

Ok enough about Eva, i gotta get back to my fairy tale.

The Fairy Tales: Episode 5 - The Whitening of the Snow

Sleepy, Grumpy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey, Doc and Happy weaved their way through the woods with great speed, smoothness and silence. The seven dwarfs dwarved* through the bushes with the elegance and fluidity like the sharks in the sea towards the Cave of Wonders, where the magic lamp lay.

It was their only hope to save Snow White from the poison that ravages through her body.

Sleepy ceased to be sleepy, Grumpy was grumpier than ever, bashful set aside his shyness, sneezy swallowed every cough that ran up his throat, dopey adopted wisdom beyond anyone's comprehension, Doc turned practical, and Happy was solemn as they travelled to the edge of the enchanted forest of Belle, the lost princess, to the outskirts of the great desert in search of the genie, who could grant them wishes of all wishes.

And they would wish for Snow White to be spared from her impending death.

After all, it was their fault that Snow White ate the apple of death in the first place. They should not have let her out of their sight. Who could have led her to eat that damned fruit in the first place, they wondered throughout the journey.


*

Queen Cinderella quietly entered her bedroom and closed the doors behind her.

She walked towards her dressing table and removed her white hood and cloak, revealing her wrinkled and ugly face. She looked in the mirror, staring at the "old angel" she had made herself to be in order to trick her stepdaughter into eating the Apple of Death. Snow White was naive, she thought, to believe that the angel of light would come to her aid and bless her soul.

Then again, Cinderella thought, she once believed in the Fairy Godmother. And it turned out she was lucky the Fairy Godmother wasn't some evil power hungry woman who wanted to ruin her life.

Alas, Cindy was. Sad luck, Snow White.

Cinderella washed away the makeup with water from the basin, and dried her hands and face. She faced the mirror, checking to see if she's left a spot of dirt somewhere.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" Cinderella asked Mirror.

"It is you and you alone, Your Majesty," replied Mirror in this whisperous tone, "Snow White showed that your beauty is not eternal, that your power is not eternal. You might have put her away, Cinderella, but another will rise, another will grow. You can kill them one after another, but one day you will be too old to do that. You're mortal, Cinderella. Listen to me."

"You think I don't know that, Godfather?"

"You don't! Tell me, what have you gained from Winter's death other than your own worthless pride and a good massage of your ego?"

"You're becoming short sighted, Godfather. Has the confines of the mirror hampered your power of vision?

"No, my queen. It has not. Winter was stolen by you-"

"Her name is Snow White! Do not ever call her Winter again. That is not who she is!" snapped the Queen. She opened the window, and pushed the mirror to face the world. "Look at the kingdom. It prospers. You say I am evil, but have I not brought joy and prosperity to this land? Is not me whom these people who live their lives comfortably, have their fruits of the farms bought for a good price, have their manufacturings of products sold to generous buyers? Is it not me who brought success to this land?"

"But that is not the full extent of your desire, Cinderella. We both know you want to rule the world."

"And I know I never will!" Cinderella shouted into the invisible face in the mirror. "That is why I took Snow in the first place! If I were as unselfish as you think I am, the world would have ended by now under my tyranny and oppression. I would have died old and and full of days, rich and limitless in my power, at the expense of every single soul. I am not a queen of darkness."

"But you are a queen of evil nonetheless."

"So are you, Godfather of Fairies," countered Cinderella.

"The confines of the mirror is good space for reflection and contemplation," whispered Mirror.

"Turning good, eh? Repenting of your evil ways?" asked Cinderella sarcastically.

"That is still in question. But reflection is good. Perhaps you'd like to join me here. With all the mirrors around you, you'd be able to take a real good look of yourself."

*

Sleepy, Grumpy, Bashful, Sneezy, Dopey, Doc and Happy stood before the lamp of destiny.

They had walked seven days into the desert, found the Cave of Wonders and entered it bravely. They had resisted all forms of tempations to touch the treasures that surround them as they journeyed through the endless maze of twists and turns. The dwarves dwarved through them easily, for they were expert miners, and such dark tunnels of stone caused them neither fear nor confusion, and their persistence had led them to the chamber of the lamp, where the rusty old home of the genie, the lamp, lay.

*

A glass coffin?

The prince had noticed the glimmer from afar, and proceeded towards it with caution. He did not raise his shield nor draw his sword in case of sudden surprises. His heart had told him that he was in a place of peace, and this young prince trusted his heart. He always had since he was a child.

He walked towards what looked like a glass coffin, shining brightly and beautifully under the gleaming sun.

*

The dwarves leaned around the pedestal that held the lamp.

"Do we rub it?" asked Doc.

"Why are you asking the question, Doc? You've always been the smart one," commented Grumpy.

"Better to have been smart before than to be stupid and angry all his life," Bashful said.

"Surely, Bashful, you are speaking out of turn and out of place. You should be ashamed of yourself," said Sleepy.

"Usually you'd have been too lazy to notice such a thing, Sleepy. Why? The greed of the treasures here have permanently awaken you?" Sneezy said sarcastically.

"Why, Sneezy! you actually spoke that many words without sneezing? I'm amazed!" exclaimed Happy.

"And you have kept your joy indeed, Happy," said Dopey.

"You spoke!!!" shouted the other six dwarves at Dopey's sudden capability to speak with a complete sentence.

*

She was as white as snow. She was beautiful. She wasn't breathing. But she wasn't dead. The prince looked at her face. So beautiful, so fair, so rosy. Even in her deathly rest, her face carried a smile.

He held her arms and gently shook her, wondering if she would awaken from her sleep. But she would not.

The prince continued to look at Snow White's resting face, and thought of a tale his aunt once told him when he was just a boy. His aunt, now deceased, or "missing", had always joked about how she was once cursed to an eternal sleep by an evil witch. Her husband found her, a beauty in an everlasting sleep, in an abandoned castle. His uncle kissed her, and freed her from her curse.

This young prince wondered if she was telling the truth.

*

"Tell me, your highness, Cinderella, why did you kidnap Wint- Snow White, if its not raise her to be your heir? Your killing her has defeated yourself of your own plan."

"I was unprepared, Godfather."

"Unprepared? Or is it because you realize you have not raised her to follow your ideals. She grew up to be a girl of good conscience, much like her mother, and you've been unable to take that away from her."

"I admit I am driven by a corrupt conscience. But at least I have one. "

*

"We must rub the lamp. It is the only chance we have to save Snow White. I know all of you are afraid that the legends are wrong, that perhaps within this lamp lies our death instead of Snow White's salvation. But my brothers, it is a risk worth taking. And I will take it. I will rub the lamp," said Dopey.

Dopey picked the lamp up and rubbed the lamp three times. None of the dwarves stopped him. They stood there in silence as a wisp of smoke shot out of the lamp. A red genie, chained to the lamp, appeared and spoke, "You have three wishes to make, Master Dopey."

*

The prince leaned nearer to Snow White's face. If he were to carry on with his journey, at least he had given this fair maiden a kiss of blessing that her beauty alone would warrant.

*

At that point. No one knew what happened with the dwarves, the prince, and Snow White. No one knew if Dopey made his wish first, or the prince kissed Snow White first. The dwarves did not know that the poison of the Apple of Death can be dispelled by the kiss of a good prince, and of course the prince did not know the dwarves had found the genie who could give all things, including life.

*

"My kingdom is mine, Godfather. I will never let it fall," argued Cinderella.

"I hope you succeed in your plans, your Majesty."

"When I return next, be ready to advise me rather than try to convert me," said Cinderella as she left the room to tend to other affairs of the kingdom.

As the doors closed behind her, the mirror stayed silent, like another mirror. It showed the reflection of everything in the room. It stood there, reflecting. Reflecting. Reflecting. Suddenly, in the dim room, the mirror started to glow, and the voice of the mirror spoke to itself.

"The fairest..."

And the mirror showed nothing but a land of ever-winter.

*

The dwarves were not greedy. They did not ask for another wish for themselves from the genie. All they did was leave the Cave of Wonders with all that is left of them since they embarked on this journey.

The journey home seemed endless. The walked and walked and walked for days yet no forest was in sight. Slowly, they have run out of water and food, and they sat down in the middle of the desert, waiting for the sands to consume them.

"At least we have saved Snow White," commented Happy.

"We do not know that for sure. The genie did not assure us," said Grumpy.

"Well, at least we've tried, and we can die knowing we tried," said Dopey.

Soon after, they lie at the ground, semi awake, and life ebbing away from them.

At that moment, they felt the air change. The winds that blew dry air and sand at their faces slowly turned into cold air. Dopey opened half an eye to see what it was. It's not like he truly cared, for death was upon him anyway. But he opened half an eye anyway.

And he could see, from afar, the desert turning white. And that whiteness was coming towards them.

Dopey closed his eyes, thinking his exhausted mind is already seeing heaven. He opened them again, and he saw that the sky was raining snow on the desert.

"I am in heaven," mumbled Dopey to himself as he closed his eyes again. But as the air turned extremely chilly, he knew something was real. He opened his eye one last time, and saw heaven indeed.

With the snow and the icy breeze, was Snow White.

"She lives. She lives," and with that, Dopey closed his eyes for the final time with a grin on his face.

*

The End

The Fairy Tales: Episode 4 - The Coronation of Cinderella

The godfather of fairies picked Princess Aurora's baby, Winter, from the smooth iron table and followed closely behind Cinderella as she left the chamber of darkness.

As the giant doors close behind them, the light of the world found no way into the chamber of darkness ever again, for it will never be opened for a thousand years. The candles will burn for a while more, and then fade to black. And like it, the screams of treachery and cries for mercy will fade to bitter weeping and hopeless sobbing, and then fade to black.


*

Her cloak hid her face that wore the expression of immense gratification. She did not smile, nor did she speak words of congratulations to herself or the godfather of fairies, but as she strode through the corridors and hallways towards another chamber of darkness, her footsteps carried the weight of queens and of the goddesses, as though empowered by the god of treachery himself.

That walk was her coronation.

She stood by the bars of cold steel and looked at Prince Charming, naked, thin and gone mad. He lie there, curled up on the hay that has become his bed, muttering words that cannot be heard, except for the occasional "Cinderella", "the glass slipper", among others.

Those words no longer had any meaning to Cinderella. That past will end, here and now.

Prince Charming, amidst his lost madness, caught sight of Cinderella and started throwing a fit. He screamed and wriggled all over the floor, as though the face of Cinderella burned as an inner fire that was hotter than the flames of hell.

"Do I kill him, your highness?" asked the godfather of fairies in his usual whisperous tone.

"No, leave him here."

The godfather of fairies bowed slightly to acknowledge her command, and followed her out of the chamber.

From that day onwards she heard no more of the cries of Princess Aurora, Fairy Godmother, and Prince Charming.

*

"Godfather,"

"Yes, princess?"

"It is done. I will be queen, and I have my heir now."

"You have my congratulations... my Queen."

"I must keep you by my side, my aide, godfather of fairies."

"It is a pleasure to serve you, your majesty, but other evils await my service, and soon I must depart, and leave you to your business."

"Then will you do one last service for me?"

"With great pleasure and honor, I will."

"Imprison yourself in that piece of furniture, and never depart from there," ordered Cinderella as she pointed into the darkness of her bedroom. It would seem as though she knew not where and what she was pointing at, but the godfather of fairies' reaction showed that she knew.

"You cannot make me do this, Princess Cinderella."

"You did just say 'with great pleasure and honor, I will,' and I hold will you true to that, or you shall be the godfather of fairies no more."

"And I will honor my word," said the godfather of fairies, as he walked into the darkness. And out of the darkness, came his last words. "You cannot contain power forever."

Cinderella showed no expression to those words, as she glared into the darkness where the godfather of fairies departed to. She stood there for a full hour, with baby Winter sleeping in her arms, and reflected on her past, and pondered on her future.

She looked at the sleeping baby, and whispered, "my servant, my heir."

*

Sixteen years later.

*

Cinderella awakes to the bright shining sun. She went about her usual business, washing her face, combing her hair, putting on her morning gown. She dressed in a presentable fashion, as she was to meet Lord Farqua downstairs.

As she stared into the mirror, admiring her own stature and beauty, she spoke.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror spoke back in its whisperous tone an answer that was either pleasant to the ears of Cinderella, or perhaps not.

*

The End.

Kingdom of Heaven

"A king may move a man; a father his son; but the soul belongs to the man himself. When you stand before God you cannot say 'I did so because someone else told me to' or 'virtue was not convenient at the time'."

- Baldwin, the leper king, from Kingdom of Heaven

Superratty Films Update

Been a while since I updated anyone on my personal film projects.
Here you go, a promo before the release.



The Door
Starring
Sarah Jane Cheong, Anna Filippova, Fikri Jermadi, Kristin Anne Kunasingam, Kerry-Ann Augustin
Running Time: 17 minutes (approx)

Irregular Instances of Madness
Starring
Benjamin Thomas, Puah Sze Ning, Kerry-Ann Augustin, Sarah Jane Cheong, Nurizwani, Yong Sze Mun
Running Time: 5 minutes 18 seconds

Both these shorts films will be screened at 12 noon, in the Journalism Lab, Monash Malaysia, on the 31st of May, 2005

All are welcome.

Check www.superratty.blogspot.com for more personal film updates.

Wasting Away #17: I AM ROMANTIC!!!

"I like her blog (yasmin ahmad). She's very romantic, like you," said Sarah.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA She was talking to me!!! Got her.

I made three short clips today. ALl three are funny. Benji starred in all of them. One as a harraser, one as a lost son, and one as a harrased.

They're all small files, so ask me for them. Sorry, i didn't make anything romantic.

So I'm romantic. That's new.

Benji is very happy today because he's now a superstar. I've promoted him from being my PR agent to my lead actor. It must be his new hairdo.

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Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves...

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When we stand before God, we cannot say "but I did so because he told me to" or "virtue was not convenient at the time..."

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I am romantic. HAHAHAHA.

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Sze MUn just told told me that cucumber in mandarin is "YELLOW KUA", but i think its "GREEN KUA". Sarah thinks its "GREEN KUA" too, but Eddie says its "YELLOW KUA"

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Ok. Got class now.

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Sometimes, faith is required of us more than revelation is required of God.

Passing by

Isn't love worth dying for?

People once believed that. Why not now?

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A good man.

"What is desired in a man is kindness,
and a poor man is better than a liar."

Proverbs 19:22

Wasting Away #16: ***** stands for...

Bei Yan was walking out of the lab to buy something to eat.

As she was walking away through the corridor, and i was just closing the door, Sarah yelled, "O BEI!!!"

I shouted, "Bei Yan!"

Bei Yan said, "Yeah?"

Sarah said to me, "get me a bottle of coke"

I said to Bei Yan, "get sarah a bottle of coke."

Bei Yan said, "ok."

I said, "Thanks for Obeying, O Bei."

*

Sze Ning went out for a date with Fikri. Yesterday she made me eat vegetarian. Today she's making Fikri eat vegetarian.

She's trying to convert us into vegetarianism.

*

"I guess so" said Benji.

*

Bei Yan was talking about poo and we all accused Sarah as the girl who left four clumps of poo (Bei Yan's words) on the first floor toilet near the m-lab.

We asked her where she was in the morning. She said, "I was on my bed sleeping. **g** can be witness k..."

All of us gasped really really hard.

And she said, "The things I say..."

I said, "I'm gonna blog this!"

She said, "NOOOOOOO"

But here I am anyway. MUahahahaha.

The things people say.

*

bang Bang, he shot me down
bang Bang, i hit the ground
bang Bang, that awful sound
bang Bang, my baby shot me down...

*

KENG

"KENG" in cantonese literally mean "POWER!!!" in a descriptive way...

So lets explore Sarah's chinese name

CHEONG HOW KENG

CHEONG = long
HOW = how
KENG = POWER

LONG HOW POWER

Wasting Away #15: Assignment hand in at 3:19 p.m.

Kerry Ann and Sarah are just about to finish their assignments on CIP. What that stands for I don't know.

"Hiya Sonia. I'm with Kerry on the assignment hand in... at 3.19p.m. I know we are supposed to hand it in by 1, but there's a class from 1-3 so we're handing it in now. I hope that you'll accept it with a the 5 percent penalty instead of the 10%. Thanks Sonia!!!!!"

That was their letter of appeal. I shall not expose the mistakes and inaccuracies in the above letter.

For starters, it is 3.21 now and they're still here.

Fikri says hi.

Thank God Sonia doesn't read my blog, Sarah said.

Sometimes I think its a real waste of time blogging about nothing. But sometimes i think its great stress relief.

Let me talk about something then.

Hmmm.

Once upon a time, there was a farmer who met the princess of his land. They fell in love, but eventually she was married off to some ugly prince from another land.

The farmer got so bitter he farmed bitterly, slept bitterly, talked bitterly, ate bitterly and cried bitterly.

Very often he would curl up in the middle of his field and let his bitter tears pour out heartily, for he loved the princess dearly.

Some say he cried till he died. Some say he cried till he dried, and left.

But that field continue to grow. The season of harvesting came and the fruits that came out of his field was different from all other fruits. It tasted bitter. Apparently the bitter tears turned the land bitter and in turn turned the plants bitter and the fruits bitter.

The villagers tasted it and named the fruits bitter gourd. For it is a gourd with a bitter taste. Even its seed was bitter, ensuring the survival of the bitter gourd.

*

Ok that was well, duh.

*

Somewhere over the rainbow
way up high
there's a place i heard of
once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
skies are blue

*

I wonder where are those people. Everyone's not around except Fikri and he's surfing the net like a surfer. He's humming now like a hummingbird that hums.

*

Benji has beenwalking in and out of the room. I think he's mistaken this place for a train station.

*

Once upon a - benji just barged in again like a wild donkey and started swearing. "I think i might have just prepared for the wrong presentation..."

He just left. I think he came in here just to swear at me and Fikri.

*

Sarah is back.
She's sort of relaxed now.

Benji is back. and he's telling her of his profane situation.

Benji is moaning now.

*

Sarah is eating.

Fikri said earlier "Don't say the F word."

Sarah is eating bun. And she's wondering why she's eating bun.

*

Once upon a time, there lived a black boy who fell in love with a black girl!
ANd they got married and lived happily ever after!!!

everyone love such racists stories huh?

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KABOOM. Fikri is talking about how we use normal sounds and turn it into japanese drums.

*

Benji is playing the banjo.

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Sarah says "SCREW IT!!! I SHOULD HAVE SPENT MORE TIME DOING THIS!!! HOW COME HOW COME I CAN'T FEEL RELIEVED???"

It's almost like she's repeating her own name over and over again. Her name is Cheong How Keng, and when she says "HOW COME HOW COME" its almost like "HOW KENG HOW KENG"

LIke she's promoting herself. Not that anyone in this room is interested.

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Kerry and EURGUEKGbvjkcfjkdsfghkejsfjvtdhkseg

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I guess I'm trying to sldkjgnrjhcgjksdfhghsfnjkgfnhgtnhyvly express my dsjkfgvejfgnjkdfgncejhadgfcerjhcnfgerhcg disgust at Kerry Ann's face. Worth puking.

Sarah thought she removed her thumbdrive. Pen drive. Whatever.

She is so stressed she wants to EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT
But HOW KENG(can) we eat when its only 3.35 in the evening??!?

Firki is shaking himself.

We're tlaking about AUSTIN POWERS now. Yeah baby. Yeah baby. Yeah baby. Yeah baby.

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Ok This post is getting TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO long.

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Bitter gourd.

This is the longest ever wasting away post i've ever written.

Announcement

I'm a mushy kind of guy.

Love Story

I heard of a place once in a lullaby, where love reigned and love loved.

Bing

I hereby declare Tan Shu Yi as "Scary Auntie Kiddie the Short Shoemaker"