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Short Story V
Ade is shocked by how much crap she can churn out
Short Story IV
Short Story III
Interlude VI
Short Story II
Interlude V
Interlude IV
Short Story I
Interlude III

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December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
November 2008

Interlude VII

Blood ran in torrents, drenched was all the earth,
As Trojans and their alien helpers died.
Here were men lying quelled by bitter death
All up and down the city in their blood.

The epic war against Troy, where countless heroes were fell and even more commoners were slain, was waged after Paris of Troy stole Helen from her husband Menelaus, king of Sparta. For the love of a woman which he desired, Troy knowingly led many men to their doom. However, not only were there tales of follies told about this war, there were tales of courage, of brotherhood, of kinship.

The minuscule battle of wit and sarcasm that occurred on this blog a while ago pales in comparison to the Epic Trojan War but nonetheless, it told tales of love and jealousy, of righteousness and justice.

The first arrow was shot when brave Shida of China Singapore tried to be sarcastic towards who he thought was the evil dragon fair Ada of PeiPei-Land. Having spent too much time on his powerpoint presentation, his eyes failed him and the arrow flew past Atlantis, where little mermaid Ade was thinking whether she was ready to murder her prince. Alas, the arrow missed Ade and struck her sleeping prince firmly in the chest. Ade was shocked! In her anger, she broke the dagger she was holding in her hands into two and threw them as hard as she could. The blade pierced Shida through his arm and the handle hit Ada on her forehead. Ada was unhappy, so she started writing to the Atlantis government about killer litter and how people should be fined for not disposing of rubbish properly. Shida, on the other hand, decided that there was too much red tape in the bureaucracy and decided to return fire himself. The irony came when he found himself shouting "For Ada!!! (Make sures its an "a" and not an "e")" before he threw himself into battle. Just at the crucial moment, the invisible ancestral pentadactyl hand of Gerald came to the rescue and deleted the nightmare, pretending it never happened. He then rewrote it into a highly unbelievable folklore which may be remembered for years to come.

Anyway, Gerald's point is that this whole thing should not be taken too seriously, just like the above tale which aptly described the situation then. If there were any misunderstandings, I sincerely apologise openly on this blog.

Sorry Ade, though I think you understand already =)
Sorry Ada, there's nothing personal about the comments ok, just treat it as those "normal" comments we make about you everyday. I love you!
Sorry Shida, there's nothing personal either, I am in awe at your sarcasm too! What else can I say? I love you too? haha.


Gerald | Wednesday, January 23, 2008 at 8:54 PM |