PW2NMV3.14 will be put on hold till further notice.
Just been exposed to a new conflicting doctrine.
Current beliefs are all placed under question
I need to sort out truth from denial.
I can't think properly right now
I'll think again when my head feels better.
Pray for me.
23 December 2008
07 December 2008
Thought comparisons
V3.14, though a different story unlike its predecessors- will ultimately still draw reference to the original Nine Months Storyline. I like to call this 'yin shui si yuan". I believe that it would not have been possible for this story to exist if the previous versions, lousy as it may seem today, had not been written. And as much as I could allow, I'll try to re-visit nostalgic scenes and re-write them in today's context whlist attempting to retain it's original flavour and agendas.
Below is an excerpt of a scene in both PWNMV2.56 and PW2NMV3.14. The first is written in the year 2004, and it's the last complete scene salvaged that is still on pen and paper- (all the other scenes beyond this would be within my mind as their manuscripts had been sadly lost in transition). The second is still the same scene, but it has been re-written considerably. I will not judge which of the two is better, but do note the similarities and differences of both styles- and ultimately, do enjoy the two different excerpts that had been always, once one.
PWNMV2.56
Why did she do that to me? Why did she take away my Ian?
She knew better than anybody then that that could happen to anybody. Sixteen, flirtatious and very outgoing, Elle had knew at least two years before the all other girls at CHIJ St Teresa’s Convent that she shouldn’t have ever introduced them together in the first place. Ian was a looker- pretty eyes, a sharp nose and a shapely jaw giving way to a muscular body well toned by those countless hours under the sun during track and field trainings… and she had always boasted to the fact that they had been the best of friends ever since primary school. Ian her pride, her source of happiness and comfort at times when she was down, her soul-mate since childhood, her steady…
I’m so sorry… I didn’t really expect you to…
Shut up, Kim… you very well knew what you’ve done…
Then there was Kimberly. Fifteen and still very much innocent then, roughly nine months younger than she was, and definitely not the type that would be flirting around loosely with boys down Orchard Road, or risking pregnancy down some deserted alley or room- Small sized, processing a rather likeable character and classmates for three years running- never once did she ever felt that Kim would pose a threat towards her desire for Ian…
Why must it of all people be Kim?
She should have known than to ever do that. Those past experiences of her friends should have warned her more than adequately never to introduce new girl-friends to steadies… but Ian had always been so secure… so sensible… she never thought that he would ever leave her- matured and ready for relationships, for someone so innocent, so young, and so delicate…
Why must you take away my Ian? Why must you do this to me? Kim, you answer me!
She reviled that very November day… detesting it, and blaming it all on herself for making that fateful move of introducing them together; and ever since that very day when she finally learnt that they were together, she had hated Kim for betraying her… for taking away her best friend… for stealing away her very own Ian…
Why not you go pair up with Kim and help her find a present?… come on, Ian…stop acting so shocked; she won’t hurt you-
Can’t she tell that I like him? What the heck did I do to deserve this?
Silently watching at the side as her soul-mate steadily progressed up that relationship ladder with another foreign girl when he was only supposed to experienced it all with her only …, quietly taking in all the blame as her best friend began to take over her world and begin flirting in that very same way she once did with those lookers down Far East and Scotts…; those five months had seemed like five years itself- five years of intense torture, bitter pain, and regret-
Damn you, Kim…f to you and your bloody- I hate you…, I’ll get back my Ian, you’ll see to it… this time you won’t do anything…you just wait and see-
...
Below is an excerpt of a scene in both PWNMV2.56 and PW2NMV3.14. The first is written in the year 2004, and it's the last complete scene salvaged that is still on pen and paper- (all the other scenes beyond this would be within my mind as their manuscripts had been sadly lost in transition). The second is still the same scene, but it has been re-written considerably. I will not judge which of the two is better, but do note the similarities and differences of both styles- and ultimately, do enjoy the two different excerpts that had been always, once one.
PWNMV2.56
Why did she do that to me? Why did she take away my Ian?
She knew better than anybody then that that could happen to anybody. Sixteen, flirtatious and very outgoing, Elle had knew at least two years before the all other girls at CHIJ St Teresa’s Convent that she shouldn’t have ever introduced them together in the first place. Ian was a looker- pretty eyes, a sharp nose and a shapely jaw giving way to a muscular body well toned by those countless hours under the sun during track and field trainings… and she had always boasted to the fact that they had been the best of friends ever since primary school. Ian her pride, her source of happiness and comfort at times when she was down, her soul-mate since childhood, her steady…
I’m so sorry… I didn’t really expect you to…
Shut up, Kim… you very well knew what you’ve done…
Then there was Kimberly. Fifteen and still very much innocent then, roughly nine months younger than she was, and definitely not the type that would be flirting around loosely with boys down Orchard Road, or risking pregnancy down some deserted alley or room- Small sized, processing a rather likeable character and classmates for three years running- never once did she ever felt that Kim would pose a threat towards her desire for Ian…
Why must it of all people be Kim?
She should have known than to ever do that. Those past experiences of her friends should have warned her more than adequately never to introduce new girl-friends to steadies… but Ian had always been so secure… so sensible… she never thought that he would ever leave her- matured and ready for relationships, for someone so innocent, so young, and so delicate…
Why must you take away my Ian? Why must you do this to me? Kim, you answer me!
She reviled that very November day… detesting it, and blaming it all on herself for making that fateful move of introducing them together; and ever since that very day when she finally learnt that they were together, she had hated Kim for betraying her… for taking away her best friend… for stealing away her very own Ian…
Why not you go pair up with Kim and help her find a present?… come on, Ian…stop acting so shocked; she won’t hurt you-
Can’t she tell that I like him? What the heck did I do to deserve this?
Silently watching at the side as her soul-mate steadily progressed up that relationship ladder with another foreign girl when he was only supposed to experienced it all with her only …, quietly taking in all the blame as her best friend began to take over her world and begin flirting in that very same way she once did with those lookers down Far East and Scotts…; those five months had seemed like five years itself- five years of intense torture, bitter pain, and regret-
Damn you, Kim…f to you and your bloody- I hate you…, I’ll get back my Ian, you’ll see to it… this time you won’t do anything…you just wait and see-
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PW2NMV3.14
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And… yes- regarding him. Did you actually think that we were just friends before you came along- Just merely tuition mates and no more? Did you think that I never once considered him, like what you are doing right now, as more than just another acquaintance? Did you actually think that I was such a sexless introverted freak just like you were?
I tell you, protagonistic-princess-paranoid. You are f*cking wrong.
Understand?
As I had said just now… I knew you for eight years, but I had already known him since he joined tuition class. Do you not understand how much he means to me? I practically grew up with him, and it was not you but me that had seen the growth and maturity as he had turned from that ignorant primary school boy when he first entered class to the him that you had grown to like today.
And if some f*ck shit like you can actually like him on first sight- have you ever spared your selfish mind a thought on what your friend of eight years would feel if you were to deny her loving him by taking him for yourself?
Eh? Never thought the consequence of your impulsiveness didn’t you? You thought stupid Elle was going to take that lying down along with her lahs lors hees hers and hums, right? You answer me, you just f*cking answer me…
I love him; do you know that, princess? A hundred times more than your superficial tepid attraction to him… and I can daresay he loves me back a thousand times more than the shit reaction he has been giving you. I know that he’ll never say no to me, because he has never said no till last week. You will not make him say no to me, understand princess. You do not f*cking make my boyfriend reject me for such a cheap slut like you yourself.
I tell you, protagonistic-princess-paranoid. You are f*cking wrong.
Understand?
As I had said just now… I knew you for eight years, but I had already known him since he joined tuition class. Do you not understand how much he means to me? I practically grew up with him, and it was not you but me that had seen the growth and maturity as he had turned from that ignorant primary school boy when he first entered class to the him that you had grown to like today.
And if some f*ck shit like you can actually like him on first sight- have you ever spared your selfish mind a thought on what your friend of eight years would feel if you were to deny her loving him by taking him for yourself?
Eh? Never thought the consequence of your impulsiveness didn’t you? You thought stupid Elle was going to take that lying down along with her lahs lors hees hers and hums, right? You answer me, you just f*cking answer me…
I love him; do you know that, princess? A hundred times more than your superficial tepid attraction to him… and I can daresay he loves me back a thousand times more than the shit reaction he has been giving you. I know that he’ll never say no to me, because he has never said no till last week. You will not make him say no to me, understand princess. You do not f*cking make my boyfriend reject me for such a cheap slut like you yourself.
...
20 November 2008
T1.45E
Finally, the finalized pictures-
First things first, I am already more than grateful for all the help and support that the dedicated few had to offer through the process of this story. Thank you once again.
Today the drawings continue to improve- from it's humble beginnings of T1.20 to T1.45 (in the last post) and to T1.45E today. The difference between 1.45 and 1.45E would lie mainly at its shadings, and give a few tweaks in terms of size and facial reconstruction.
T1.45E (Type 1.45 - Enhanced) would be the final standard of illustrations that will depict various scenes within the story itself. This is because to three main reasons:
1) These characters are conceptualized from scratch and they do not have any reference to look upon during drawing, it would be too painstaking to achieve any level of detail higher by just drawing from memory.
2) The facial features of the character have to mantain congruence through all the pictures. (ie. Kimmie must look like Kimmie in every picture.) As the level of detail increases for the face, the chances of creating two different faces are more likely to happen.
3) The main story proper does not require that level of detail. This story is after all a failed story re-written- we do not wish to end up a fictional story with pictures that are too life-like as it will upset the atmosphere and mood of the whole story.
As for now, each introspective (a.k.a. chapter) would consist of one T1.45E picture to visualize the main highlight of the introspective. Attached is the first picture for the very first introspective- the theme for this introspective is 'Reunification'.
Enjoy.
First things first, I am already more than grateful for all the help and support that the dedicated few had to offer through the process of this story. Thank you once again.
Today the drawings continue to improve- from it's humble beginnings of T1.20 to T1.45 (in the last post) and to T1.45E today. The difference between 1.45 and 1.45E would lie mainly at its shadings, and give a few tweaks in terms of size and facial reconstruction.
T1.45E (Type 1.45 - Enhanced) would be the final standard of illustrations that will depict various scenes within the story itself. This is because to three main reasons:
1) These characters are conceptualized from scratch and they do not have any reference to look upon during drawing, it would be too painstaking to achieve any level of detail higher by just drawing from memory.
2) The facial features of the character have to mantain congruence through all the pictures. (ie. Kimmie must look like Kimmie in every picture.) As the level of detail increases for the face, the chances of creating two different faces are more likely to happen.
3) The main story proper does not require that level of detail. This story is after all a failed story re-written- we do not wish to end up a fictional story with pictures that are too life-like as it will upset the atmosphere and mood of the whole story.
As for now, each introspective (a.k.a. chapter) would consist of one T1.45E picture to visualize the main highlight of the introspective. Attached is the first picture for the very first introspective- the theme for this introspective is 'Reunification'.
Enjoy.
"Hi..."
"Erm... I think we got to go in now..."
27 October 2008
What kind of stories do we like to read?
Do we like stories that have great plots within? Do we appreciate them only if there is enough drama, action and suspense to keep us reading on? Most of the stories and movies today use this formula so that we may read/watch them. These stories usually become blockbuster films and drama serials and very exciting novellas; we all love these kind of stories.
Or will some prefer a thinking story instead? One that in all its nuances will provide a philosophical twist to the entire narration and evokes a multitude of interpretations from the reader. Drama and suspense would be compromised for a much more subtle form of narration that focuses more on thoughts, characterization and style- and yes, the story would look boring.
Think of Harry Potter and Edmund Hooper. Both of them were fictional characters created by distinguished British writers. Who would we love at first sight? Who would we grow to love more at the end of the day? Who became famous? Which of the two made it's way into the GCSEs as a Literature text to study?
I have been contemplating about this issue for quite some time already. judging by some preliminary reviews by beta readers, it's already quite evident that my own story does not tend to one of great drama and suspense in version 3 as much as it had in version 2. I do not dare to say that I am currently writing a philosophy orientated thinking-story, but somehow feedback has shown that it tends more to those lines. Some people liked version 3 more than version 2, and yet some felt that version 3 was actually a deprovement from its predecessor. Both are right, it ultimately boils down to those two fundamental points I had mentioned earlier on what do we like in a story.
When PW2NMV3.0 is completed, it would assume two different sub-versions altogether. They would be v3.14 and v3.42 respectively. v3.14 would be generally unabridged from today's draft and would remain as such a story. v3.42 however, would be re-edited to be a contemporary narrative story with all it's action and drama as how it had been in version 2.0. I will not know which of the two would be better at the end of the day- but either way, I assure you we would all still be able to sit back and enjoy the story at the end of the day.
Below is an excerpt of one of the parenthesis within the story. It is all written as a flashback/ current thought and Ian is supposed to be doing all these thinking. I had passed this excerpt to three people within my bunk over the past 2 weeks, and only one person truly understood it. I am not asking you people here to try to understand or like it, but this is how v3.14 would generally be then.
Do we like stories that have great plots within? Do we appreciate them only if there is enough drama, action and suspense to keep us reading on? Most of the stories and movies today use this formula so that we may read/watch them. These stories usually become blockbuster films and drama serials and very exciting novellas; we all love these kind of stories.
Or will some prefer a thinking story instead? One that in all its nuances will provide a philosophical twist to the entire narration and evokes a multitude of interpretations from the reader. Drama and suspense would be compromised for a much more subtle form of narration that focuses more on thoughts, characterization and style- and yes, the story would look boring.
Think of Harry Potter and Edmund Hooper. Both of them were fictional characters created by distinguished British writers. Who would we love at first sight? Who would we grow to love more at the end of the day? Who became famous? Which of the two made it's way into the GCSEs as a Literature text to study?
I have been contemplating about this issue for quite some time already. judging by some preliminary reviews by beta readers, it's already quite evident that my own story does not tend to one of great drama and suspense in version 3 as much as it had in version 2. I do not dare to say that I am currently writing a philosophy orientated thinking-story, but somehow feedback has shown that it tends more to those lines. Some people liked version 3 more than version 2, and yet some felt that version 3 was actually a deprovement from its predecessor. Both are right, it ultimately boils down to those two fundamental points I had mentioned earlier on what do we like in a story.
When PW2NMV3.0 is completed, it would assume two different sub-versions altogether. They would be v3.14 and v3.42 respectively. v3.14 would be generally unabridged from today's draft and would remain as such a story. v3.42 however, would be re-edited to be a contemporary narrative story with all it's action and drama as how it had been in version 2.0. I will not know which of the two would be better at the end of the day- but either way, I assure you we would all still be able to sit back and enjoy the story at the end of the day.
Below is an excerpt of one of the parenthesis within the story. It is all written as a flashback/ current thought and Ian is supposed to be doing all these thinking. I had passed this excerpt to three people within my bunk over the past 2 weeks, and only one person truly understood it. I am not asking you people here to try to understand or like it, but this is how v3.14 would generally be then.
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Excerpt from Parenthesis 2- Page 3 out of 5 pages in total.
Please do not reproduce this excerpt without prior permission.
...
“What are we going to do, Ian?”
What are we going to do, Ian?
What are we to do now, Kimmie? What are you going to do? What am I going to do myself? What can we possibly do right here right now? Yes, it’s very obvious what can be done, right? It wouldn’t take more than a primary school child who watches television to tell you the easiest way out… But must we truly resort to that? We scoff that in television and chorused the word ‘sin’ back in catechism class whenever that word surfaces, don’t we?
I mean… its wrong, right? What if this decision is to be another wrong decision in your eyes again? I don’t want to sin again anymore… Truthfully speaking, I don’t even wish this to happen… Then if it’s wrong, what are we to do then? Do we really have to let nature take its course? Yes, it had always sounded righteous then and simple, but how are we actually going to manage the going-in-betweens?
“Kimmie… are you still there?”
“uh…”
“Don’t worry… okay? I’ll think of something a-sooner…”
“Ian…”
“Please don’t do the thing they usually do in television, okay? We’ll work this out together… I’ll get more information from the library…”
“But Ian…”
“I got two hundred dollars- I can get a job after the O levels, we can…”
“Stop it Ian-“
“Hur?”
“It isn’t those things that matters the most now- okay?”
“W…What do you mean, Kimmie?”
“I mean… the starting is already bad enough, Ian- How are we even going to start telling Mum?”
How?
Yes God; I believe in you- and I know that you’ll never do anything without a higher reason- But please once more… can we just say no? The future looks very scary right now, God- Do we really have to live on like this forever? A never ceasing punishment to our past mistakes; away from your presence and guidance?
And they left the garden of Eden and out of the presence of God…
And if I were to walk in the valley of darkness
No evil would I fear
For your crook and your staff would lead the way…
Please don’t leave us in this state, God… and hope we make the right choice again… Please don’t make us move out from your presence… once is enough already.
What are we going to do, Ian?
What are we to do now, Kimmie? What are you going to do? What am I going to do myself? What can we possibly do right here right now? Yes, it’s very obvious what can be done, right? It wouldn’t take more than a primary school child who watches television to tell you the easiest way out… But must we truly resort to that? We scoff that in television and chorused the word ‘sin’ back in catechism class whenever that word surfaces, don’t we?
I mean… its wrong, right? What if this decision is to be another wrong decision in your eyes again? I don’t want to sin again anymore… Truthfully speaking, I don’t even wish this to happen… Then if it’s wrong, what are we to do then? Do we really have to let nature take its course? Yes, it had always sounded righteous then and simple, but how are we actually going to manage the going-in-betweens?
“Kimmie… are you still there?”
“uh…”
“Don’t worry… okay? I’ll think of something a-sooner…”
“Ian…”
“Please don’t do the thing they usually do in television, okay? We’ll work this out together… I’ll get more information from the library…”
“But Ian…”
“I got two hundred dollars- I can get a job after the O levels, we can…”
“Stop it Ian-“
“Hur?”
“It isn’t those things that matters the most now- okay?”
“W…What do you mean, Kimmie?”
“I mean… the starting is already bad enough, Ian- How are we even going to start telling Mum?”
How?
Yes God; I believe in you- and I know that you’ll never do anything without a higher reason- But please once more… can we just say no? The future looks very scary right now, God- Do we really have to live on like this forever? A never ceasing punishment to our past mistakes; away from your presence and guidance?
And they left the garden of Eden and out of the presence of God…
And if I were to walk in the valley of darkness
No evil would I fear
For your crook and your staff would lead the way…
Please don’t leave us in this state, God… and hope we make the right choice again… Please don’t make us move out from your presence… once is enough already.
...
26 October 2008
Type 1.45 Drawings
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Type 1.45 drawings are a class of semi-realistic representations that stand half-way between anime (t1.0) and contemporary potrait sketches (t2.0)
When PW2NMV3.0 was first established, drawings that initially accompanied it were initially done in t1.2 (anime) form. This was primarily due to the ease of reproducing multiple copies in a short period of time for visualization as new concepts came about towards the project.
However as PW2NMV3.0 progressed, it no longer required that multitude of drawings for conceptualization.Moreover, it became apparent that the characters within the project required more detailed (realistic) graphical representations to compliment their surreal personalities.
And hence 3 months into PW2NMV3.0, t1.45 pictures begin to conceptualize today.
Shown below are various pictures in both t1.2 and t1.45. Note the differences in the level of the Level of Detail (LoD). For comparison purposes, the incandescent-enhancing shading effect of t1.5 pictures are ommitted currently.
Original Concept for Kim (t1.2). She was supposed to be much 'cuter', more 'petite' and 'subtle' version of PW1NMV2.0- where she was actually of supermodel quality then.
Today's representation of Kim. Note the slight change of hairstyle, facial features and body proportions between the two versions. Also note that she is not of 'supermodel' quality but more of an average looking student. We do not intend to create a story about celebrities, in PW2NMV3.0, we want to potray life as realistic as possible.
Original Concept for Elle. She was supposed to be much thinner, taller and sharper than Kim. A female who constantly schemes, she was initially thought to be very bitter and unloving.
Today's representation for Elle. Note that much of those above-mentioned features were slightly softened from t1.2 to t1.45 to give a more realistic feel to the character. After all, it would be very two dimensional to diminish any kindness within her for just plain bitterness and hatred.
12 October 2008
Update of PW2NMV3.0 as of today
Current Establishments:
Postulated total length: circa 40000 words
General:
- Current number of excerpts completed: 18 / 29
- Current number of pages completed: 52 / 94
- Current number of words: 20242
Sections:
Prehistory:
- Kimmie's stories: 6 / 7 excerpts , 10 / 11 pages
- Other memories: 9 / 11 excerpts , 15 / 19 pages
Actual Narration Proper:
- Narration Propers: 3 / 10 excerpts , 16 / 55 pages
- Flagship chapters: 1 / 1 excerpts , 9 / 9 pages
Pictorial illustrations:
- Maximum level of elaboration: 1.45 / 2.00 (pencils) or 3.00 (photographs)
(The pictures posted on this website average a level of 1.20 on the EoL scale)
Postulated total length: circa 40000 words
General:
- Current number of excerpts completed: 18 / 29
- Current number of pages completed: 52 / 94
- Current number of words: 20242
Sections:
Prehistory:
- Kimmie's stories: 6 / 7 excerpts , 10 / 11 pages
- Other memories: 9 / 11 excerpts , 15 / 19 pages
Actual Narration Proper:
- Narration Propers: 3 / 10 excerpts , 16 / 55 pages
- Flagship chapters: 1 / 1 excerpts , 9 / 9 pages
Pictorial illustrations:
- Maximum level of elaboration: 1.45 / 2.00 (pencils) or 3.00 (photographs)
(The pictures posted on this website average a level of 1.20 on the EoL scale)
02 October 2008
Writings through the versions
Nine Months was officially conceptualized on the 22nd September 2003. Written after The Adventures of Marco Polo 2- Steak Knife's Revenge, before Sherman and Melissa, It was supposed to a book highlighting about the possible brutalities of society towards a teenage delinquent (Kim) whom had got pregnant. The major tagline of this story was that it was supposed to be factual, crude, and even to some points- explicit; There were also considerations to include a scene of passion into the story then. Owing to the lack of information and maturity then, it never made it on itself.
Since then, Nine Months was revisited on various occasions. In partnership with another writer in 2004, as a background story in 2006 to retain essence, and today re-written as version 3.14 in 2008. it's original tagline had since changed greatly as maturity and information setted in. From a factual and crude story it transited to a story of suspenseful and dramatic high-school love story, back to a crude and love-less story, to a dubious story often misunderstood as a love story written backwards, and to today's essence. Even within verison 3 discrepencies still arise between its initial conceptualization and its subsequent conceptualizations. Characters had to be modified to suit the occasion, and plots had to be modified to suit the characters. Comparing the initial Kim in 3.10 to her in 3.14, there is an obvious difference when it comes to the attitude to her parents already.
And this change will go on till its finally normalized in version 3.42 (the publication draft).
Below are excerpts taken from Nine Months since its initial introduction as version 1 to today's excerpt in verison 3- note the differences in terms of writings, potrayal and characterization. Above all, just enjoy the story that takes five years to complete.
"Sis!"
Kim turned around. A matured adult in her late twenties, she still remained single. There was young Mel, barely thirteen years old, grinning right at her. A streak of excitement upon her face.
"SisSisSisSisSis!" Words were shot out like bullets from a machine gun : Mike-from-school-told-me-just-now-that-he-loved-me-very-much! Do-you-know-what-it-means? It-means-I'd-found-myself-a-boyfriend!"
Boyfriend, loved... it was understandable. Mel was beautiful. A spunky young gal in character. She had inherited a great body... which decieves her young age, she could make boy's heads turn. Her long and silky hair were the cause of countless gasps around her. Her madonna face and sensous curves. It would take a miracle for her not to have boyfriends.
Since then, Nine Months was revisited on various occasions. In partnership with another writer in 2004, as a background story in 2006 to retain essence, and today re-written as version 3.14 in 2008. it's original tagline had since changed greatly as maturity and information setted in. From a factual and crude story it transited to a story of suspenseful and dramatic high-school love story, back to a crude and love-less story, to a dubious story often misunderstood as a love story written backwards, and to today's essence. Even within verison 3 discrepencies still arise between its initial conceptualization and its subsequent conceptualizations. Characters had to be modified to suit the occasion, and plots had to be modified to suit the characters. Comparing the initial Kim in 3.10 to her in 3.14, there is an obvious difference when it comes to the attitude to her parents already.
And this change will go on till its finally normalized in version 3.42 (the publication draft).
Below are excerpts taken from Nine Months since its initial introduction as version 1 to today's excerpt in verison 3- note the differences in terms of writings, potrayal and characterization. Above all, just enjoy the story that takes five years to complete.
Version 1.0 (level of development 1.72)
Kim was getting excited too. She and Tan had agreed to come over to her house at two in the afternoon... half an hour after her parents had left for the community centre, that would make sure her parents would not see hide or hair about Tan. She had speculated it'll be over by three or four, leaving Tan plenty of time to leave before her parents would return from the community centre at five in the evening.
Kim was unblemished. Her body was perfect... her smooth dark skin... curving at exactly the right places... reflecting palely under the light, was everything a hot-blooded male could ask for. She had met Tan a year ago at a gathering. Tan was a hot bod. And nobody could ever think he was just fifteen unless he told them. They just clicked... and have been dating very frequently till Tan requested her to have sex with him the last week, which she willingly agreed.
Version 1.0 (level of development 1.74)
"Sis!"
Kim turned around. A matured adult in her late twenties, she still remained single. There was young Mel, barely thirteen years old, grinning right at her. A streak of excitement upon her face.
"SisSisSisSisSis!" Words were shot out like bullets from a machine gun : Mike-from-school-told-me-just-now-that-he-loved-me-very-much! Do-you-know-what-it-means? It-means-I'd-found-myself-a-boyfriend!"
Boyfriend, loved... it was understandable. Mel was beautiful. A spunky young gal in character. She had inherited a great body... which decieves her young age, she could make boy's heads turn. Her long and silky hair were the cause of countless gasps around her. Her madonna face and sensous curves. It would take a miracle for her not to have boyfriends.
Version 2.0- The Original Sin
Initial Conceptualization
by MokJQBr
"Sis!"
The voice from behind starlted Kim from her work, and she spun around to see Mel staring up at her, with her hazal eyes sparklingwith delight. At fourteen, she was the typical teenager going through adolescence- attention seeking, hyperactive and grossly hot tempered. But she had a body that devilishly betrayed her age. the face of an angel was gloriously protected by layers of brown hair flowing flawlessly down her back, tinted from netball trainings under the hot afternoon sun. Her body was perfect- sensuous curves at all the right places; a toned stomach from training, slim and muscular thighs that led to sexy calves and tiny feet. Her skin was flawless, and when she smiled she made everything wrong in the world seem right, with one creation. So much like me, she thought. So much like me.
Version 2.0- The Aftermath (level of development 2.12)
"Yes, Ian... for the third time I'm telling you, I am having it! Now are you satsified?"
Silence from the other end.
'Oh heavens... are you that mundane? Ian? That test had deemed positive! That damn test you had been bugging me to take to try to hope I'm... but now it's a fact that I'm having it! And it'll be a fact that you're going to be a god-damned father with a bawling baby in your arms by this christmas!!!"
Yet, more silence.
'Oh! You're hopeless..." Slam.
Version 2.0- The Original Sin
2nd Conceptualization
by MokJQBr
"Hey there beautiful," Ian stepped up from the ledge as kim opened the door. " Why the sudden urge to see me?"
He took a closer look at that face he was all too familiar with. Something in his gut told him that something was wrong.
"It's nothing."
"Don't start that thing with me again. What happened?"
"I'm okay, really. I just need company now." She reached out, and intertwined their hands together. He pulled her close, feeling her breath adn her heartbeat. She was trembling.
"What happened, Kim?"
"They quarrelled again. And this time she wants to leave." Kim's voice was shaky as the words came out, and she motioned towards the luggage beside the main setee.
"Kim..." his voice trailed away. he held her tightly, hoping to offer her what she needed desperately.
Version 2.0- The Aftermath (level of development 2.56)
She had searched around the house for the very fourth time, frustrated right to the bone, and desperately searching for that so coveted box of paper strips she had got from the store downstairs a couple of days ago. Drawers were wide pen and hanging, and clothes were lying haphazardly against the cold marble floor. Even a couple of Her World magazines were swept carelessly to the floor, its pages all splayed wide and crumpled. The entire house looked ravished- she very well knew that.
Fu*k Marina City Park…Fu*k Ian…Fu*k what happened three days ago, Kimberly Ng, and concentrate on where had you placed that box yesterday morning when mum was at home! Come on… think! Kimberly think! Where on earth did you put it away yesterday?
THINK! YOU ASSHOLE! Ian’s waiting!
Answers- that was all she was seeking for. That little boxful of paper strips. Each of which contained all those vital answers she had so desperately marauded for- far beyond those to any examination…to her thought’s and actions…to her future…to her entire life.
Fu*k Marina City Park…Fu*k Ian…Fu*k what happened three days ago, Kimberly Ng, and concentrate on where had you placed that box yesterday morning when mum was at home! Come on… think! Kimberly think! Where on earth did you put it away yesterday?
THINK! YOU ASSHOLE! Ian’s waiting!
Answers- that was all she was seeking for. That little boxful of paper strips. Each of which contained all those vital answers she had so desperately marauded for- far beyond those to any examination…to her thought’s and actions…to her future…to her entire life.
Characterization 1 (level of development 3.04)
She was hot. And it had been an understatement.
there was an unspoken wonder that crossed the minds of many on how many boyfriends she had since the day she was hot. afterall, countless were the number of times she had been mentally undressed by those hot blooded desperate youths as she strolled down the Marriot and Tangs. They wanted her, they wanted her immediately and they wanted her naked. than and again they wanted her just for the sake of wanting her. She was a trophy, elegantly carved, constantly exhuberating a silent message of pride and arrogance to whomever she belongs. the guys in her class were always whispering and gossiping, trying to plan out various study groups so that they may have a better chance in studying her instead. they discussed among themselves during canteen breaks at the back of the class over her background and body. They were constantly glancing over during PE lessons when she was clad in PE shorts and a loose shirt, steeling greedy little glances up her tights and across the two little prominent bumps pushing proudly against the soft folds of material over them. Big boys of eighteen years of age behaving like ignorant thirteen year olds, freshly out of puberty and all giggly and curious over her as if they had chanced a stray copy of FHM on the floor. They were a bunch of desperate lustful bastards over her- she was very sure about that.
there was an unspoken wonder that crossed the minds of many on how many boyfriends she had since the day she was hot. afterall, countless were the number of times she had been mentally undressed by those hot blooded desperate youths as she strolled down the Marriot and Tangs. They wanted her, they wanted her immediately and they wanted her naked. than and again they wanted her just for the sake of wanting her. She was a trophy, elegantly carved, constantly exhuberating a silent message of pride and arrogance to whomever she belongs. the guys in her class were always whispering and gossiping, trying to plan out various study groups so that they may have a better chance in studying her instead. they discussed among themselves during canteen breaks at the back of the class over her background and body. They were constantly glancing over during PE lessons when she was clad in PE shorts and a loose shirt, steeling greedy little glances up her tights and across the two little prominent bumps pushing proudly against the soft folds of material over them. Big boys of eighteen years of age behaving like ignorant thirteen year olds, freshly out of puberty and all giggly and curious over her as if they had chanced a stray copy of FHM on the floor. They were a bunch of desperate lustful bastards over her- she was very sure about that.
Version 3.0 (level of development 3.10)
She opened the door. He was standing there again.
“What happened, Kim…” his voice trailed off. She heard his voice resonate again- that so familiar yet soothing voice she had always relished in… somehow, the words did not make an impression anymore-whatever he said wouldn’t make a difference anyway. All she wanted was to hear his voice once more, and perhaps his accompany. The stairs could have provided enough solace alone itself, but she knew that this time she needed more than just that.
Then she looked up. Through loose strands of hair across her eyes she saw him. He was still standing there, shifting a little uncomfortably, and then rummaging clumsily into the back pocket of his jeans for perhaps a packet of tissues, or a handkerchief. There was a jingle of keys falling to the ground and his ez-link card popping awkwardly at the mouth of the pocket. He looked so blur and cute, she wanted to kiss him there and then.
Why did I ever ask him to come over? How am I ever going to tell him about them?
“What happened, Kim…” his voice trailed off. She heard his voice resonate again- that so familiar yet soothing voice she had always relished in… somehow, the words did not make an impression anymore-whatever he said wouldn’t make a difference anyway. All she wanted was to hear his voice once more, and perhaps his accompany. The stairs could have provided enough solace alone itself, but she knew that this time she needed more than just that.
Then she looked up. Through loose strands of hair across her eyes she saw him. He was still standing there, shifting a little uncomfortably, and then rummaging clumsily into the back pocket of his jeans for perhaps a packet of tissues, or a handkerchief. There was a jingle of keys falling to the ground and his ez-link card popping awkwardly at the mouth of the pocket. He looked so blur and cute, she wanted to kiss him there and then.
Why did I ever ask him to come over? How am I ever going to tell him about them?
Version 3.0 (level of development 3.14)
He wanted to ask her something this morning.
She had been completely different from Elle. Elle was loud, domineering, and sometimes a little… scary. Elle could be smiling sweetly for a while, and break into a tantrum the very next moment; Elle was always wanting to experiment new things every time they went out- sometimes even things people way beyond their age daren’t to do; she was a person to meet and yet never to know. But her friend was completely another case…
Her name is Kimberly, and Elle had always called her Kim. She was roughly six months younger than her; they had been classmates since primary two at CHIJ Toa Payoh Primary School. But unlike her noisy classmate she was much more quiet and well- mannered. Shoulder length hair that led down to petite shoulders and a stunning body beyond, complimented by a whopping 257 points for her PSLE. There was wonder she wasn’t strutting down Orchard Road and being mentally undressed by those hot-blooded youths at the Heeren and Cine today.
He had wondered that for another moment, he still could not fathom what was actually going on.
She had been completely different from Elle. Elle was loud, domineering, and sometimes a little… scary. Elle could be smiling sweetly for a while, and break into a tantrum the very next moment; Elle was always wanting to experiment new things every time they went out- sometimes even things people way beyond their age daren’t to do; she was a person to meet and yet never to know. But her friend was completely another case…
Her name is Kimberly, and Elle had always called her Kim. She was roughly six months younger than her; they had been classmates since primary two at CHIJ Toa Payoh Primary School. But unlike her noisy classmate she was much more quiet and well- mannered. Shoulder length hair that led down to petite shoulders and a stunning body beyond, complimented by a whopping 257 points for her PSLE. There was wonder she wasn’t strutting down Orchard Road and being mentally undressed by those hot-blooded youths at the Heeren and Cine today.
He had wondered that for another moment, he still could not fathom what was actually going on.
More Pictures!
- Day of First Meetings
"Why did your math get band 2? "
I'm really really sorry, Mummy
Conceptual art of Melissa Tan, 15. She is supposedly be that foil of character perfection within the story. Integrating strengths from that of Kim, Ian and Elle (the 3 complimentary characters). Note that her features take after that of Ian, her outgoing spunky character after Elle, and her innate soul of goodness after Kim herself.
Elle, after much alteration from the initial concept. Note that she dosen't look so scheming and unloved like previously conceptualized.
One word: LOL
21 September 2008
14 September 2008
Interlude #06
For yesterday- once everyday we'd sat,
Don't blame me again, for my heart is set.
Hasta Manana, it'll never happen before,
Viva Forever once more, no more, forever more.
VIVA FOREVER
Do you still remember how we used to be
Feeling together believe in whatever my love has said to me
Both of us were dreamers, young love in the sun
Felt like my saviour, my spirit I gave you, we'd only just begun
Hasta Manana, always be mine
Viva Forever, I'll be waiting everlasting like the sun
Live Forever for the moment, ever searching for the oneYes I still remember every whispered word
The touch of your skin, giving life from within Like a love song that I've heard
Slipping through our fingers, like the sands of time
Promises made, every memory saved Has reflections in my mind
But we're all alone, was it just a dream
Feelings untold, They will never be sold, And the secrets safe with me
01 September 2008
Characterization (August 2006)- Origins
People from my JC should still remember the Characterization story that had been written around August- September in 2006. It was a short story, around ten pages, about an unnamed boy and girl slowly advancing up the relationship ladder till the clubbing outing that had led her to break up with her ex.
And it had been a confusing story. Firstly, it was written backwards; secondly, the ending of the story lies in the beginning excerpt of the story; moreover, the normal and italicized bits were supposed to be read as two completely different stories, and ultimately there were supposed to be two hes and a she in total. Some people thought it was written all out of love (pun that phrase) by a deranged mind, some thought it was pure nonsense trying to pass off for a literature technique of sorts. Everybody said its too cheem anyway.
This is crazy, why the hell did Jesse want to write such a crazy piece of writing for?
Today I have to admit to those whom have ever read that piece of writing it's true purpose. Yes, at that point of time I had indeed utilized and manipulated various facts from my personal life and that of others to write that story (and hence the disclaimer on the top of the story). But in actual fact this story was supposed to be a 'pen test' for the bigger story to come- that is namely this story now.
I had suspended writing PWNMV2.0 in March 2005, with the disappointment of the standard of language and how others had conveniently modified my story beyond recognition. I told myself that I will come back and re-write this story one day I am matured enough for it. In the meantime, I had touched on other stories, ( Transition- a short story, Transition- an essay, Dejengski, Thoughts of a Deranged Mind etc. ) gradually the writings began to mature from the crude fragmented English in 2004.
In August 2006 I knew that I was through to the majority of my social life. Everybody I knew then had either splitted, left, or disappeared for many various reasons, and the number of MSN contacts had dropped by two-thirds. It was then when the outings were over when I began wishing to write again then. One more simple story- completely fiction, like how I had done before for nearly the past 7 years of my life. It was supposed be the prologue of PWNMV2.0- this time done in my way instead of the other way that I never wanted to be. As a result from my state of mind then, Characterization materialized.
In other words, Characterization was supposed to be the emissary for PW2NMV3.0. It could have full-blown into PW2NMV3.0 then; after all, the command of language and writting skills had been matured enough then for the story already.... if only there had been no A levels in November, enlistment that may happen in Devember, or the pain experienced then as a result of the multiple relationship failures with the many people I used to know. But it was still not the right time to ressurect the stories again; I stopped where and when it ended, left it ambugious so that it may stand alone as a love story, and went back to 'hibernation' again.
Today, now that PW2NMV3.0 is ressurected once more, it is imperative that the bulk of this story should be written to enjoin Characterization in terms of language, writing style, and even plot. Just like how a game expansion should follow on the prologue set by the original game itself- to explain it's perdecessor, to enhance it, and to compliment it. Indeed certain parts of the short story had to be re-modified to suit the new ideas introduced in the latter story, and certain details omitted for plot and tension, but in general the agenda of Characterization should be clear by now.
Attached below is an excerpt of Characterization as a standalone story, and another as an official excerpt out of PW2NMV3.0. Note the subtle differences, and yet the similarities of the two excerpts; and perhaps one day Jesse may not seem so crazy and deranged as what everybody once percieves him to be anymore.
Cheers to that. LOL
EXCERPT #01 - Characterization (the original text written in 2006)
He knew he had to come up with a really good story for coming home at 3.45 am in the morning on Sunday. He knew he really had to do quite a lot of explaining, on why he couldn't take the last train home, on why he could not come home even though he was repeatedly SMSed to do so four hours ago, on who had he gone out with, and especially on where had he gone the night before. There would be a lot of reassurance to make, a lot of convincing to do, and definitely a very good alternative story to make up to fill up the time gap between 7.30pm to 3.45am...
But he knew those didn't matter. Those explanations were easy to get by- a straight face and perhaps a sweet tongue afterwards would most probably get him thorough the interrogations later by his parents unscathed. Those mundane elaborations... merely words without meanings- He went to the library with a friend, then they went to see the Chinese New Year light-up at Chinatown, and the prime minister was there setting off fireworks, then they went to MacDonald's to chat and forgot the time, and somehow his phone was off... ; then and again, how could he explain that, to his parents, to anybody, even to himself? Of what actually happened that night? He sat there for thirty minutes in the taxi, he still could not believe what happened afterwards.
The movies, the pub, the guys at the back row in class, and the four girls in class all dressed in peek-a-boo party wear; dancing, touching and drinking throughout the night. And her, especially her, that story, and her sitting there afterwards with that gaze that only left none but a hollow and chilling impression in his heart.
They still wanted to party on after 2 in the morning, and they wanted her to continue drinking. The music had became slow, and it had been couple's night. The girls all paired out with the guys in some slow pop beat. She walked out of the dance floor, her blouse was lopsided, and a strap was out. He wanted to look some more, but somehow he daren't- he blamed himself vehemently for asking her out with the others, yet was totally unable to intervene and help. Sitting there stupidly and totally helplessly while she was made to dance song after song, drink shot after shot; finally he could no longer take it, the next time she came over, he asked her out to the promenade alone.
There they sat by the steps. She was sitting quietly and looking out at the other side of the river, and he had jammed his hands into his pockets and tried to follow suit. Somehow he just wanted to break the silence, wanted to scream out what had happened for that past two hours of hell, in behalf of her, and wished her to scream at him and slap him at the very least. He wanted to say he was sorry for what had happened and for persuading her along for what he had conceived to be an innocent birthday celebration. He didn't want her to just say shes fine and later stop talking to him altogether, he didn't want it to end that way. She was still crying a little, and he did not want to upset the situation even further. In the end, he offered her a packet of tissues.
She had finally smiled again, she turned to him, and assured him she had long been used to this kind of lifestyle. They talked some more, chatted about their past lifestyles of clubbing and book-reading. He had been amazed at the stories she had told him later- this time no longer those superficial chit-chat girl-talk conversations she had always been giving to him and the other members of the class. Many of them were personal- about her life in secondary school, about the four other girls: once simple and equally innocent and how they had ended up in today's state, on the clubs she used to go with them and the different types of guys she had met then. She told him about her ex, how they were together, playing, experiencing, and feeling for the past two years before that fateful event three days ago- she did most of the talking though, he told her later he did not have such stories to share.
She hugged him later that night- as a friend. Nevertheless, he never forgot that moment of significance afterwards.
EXCERPT #02- PW2NMV3.0 ( The clubbing outing went wrong)
What happened, Ian?
He knew he had to come up with a really good story for coming home at 3.45 am in the morning on Sunday. He knew he really had to do quite a lot of explaining, on why he couldn't take the last train home, on why he could not come home even though he was repeatedly SMS-ed to do so four hours ago, on who had he gone out with, and especially on where had he gone the night before.
And for the first time, why had he missed his favourite movie that was showing on television tonight.
There would be a lot of reassurance to make, a lot of convincing to do- he definitely had to come up with a very good alternative story to make up to fill up the time gap between 7.30pm to 3.45am. Within him he was still afraid that his parents would not approve to it, he was afraid that they might confine him at home later for returning home after midnight, but those didn't matter now.
Those explanations should be easy to get by by now. A straight face and perhaps a sweet tongue afterwards would most probably get him thorough the interrogations later by his parents unscathed- Bryan had personally coined them as ‘alternate reasoning', and he had taught him very well about those things before. It was simple- he went to the library with a friend, then they went to see the Christmas light-up at Orchard, and the prime minister was there setting off fireworks, then they went to McDonald'schat and forgot the time, and somehow his phone was off...; then and again, how could he explain that, to his parents, to anybody, even to himself? Of what actually happened that night? He sat there for thirty minutes in the taxi; he still could not believe what happened afterwards.
What actually happened, Ian?
The club, those friends of Elle- them well over eighteen, the other people present there… all dressed in peek-a-boo party wear. Dancing, touching and drinking throughout the night. And her, especially her- her clothes, that story, and her sitting there afterwards with that smile that only left nothing but a hollow and chilling impression in his heart.
They still wanted to party on after 2 in the morning, and they wanted her to continue drinking. The music had become slow, it had been couple's night, and the girls had all paired out with the guys in some slow pop beat. She walked out of the dance floor, she was dressed very skimpily- her blouse was lopsided, her skirt now dangling from her hips to reveal a little too much more than he could ever possibly imagine.... He wanted to look some more, but somehow he daren't. He blamed himself vehemently for staring at her like that while she was dancing earlier later- sitting there stupidly and while she was made to dance song after song, drink shot after shot…
Loving it, Ian… what’s wrong with you? You know it’s isn’t right, and yet you liked it…
Finally he could no longer take it; the next time she came over, he told her that he was going out to the promenade for some fresh air. He was a little surprised that she agreed and followed him; there they sat by the steps for a little while more watching the night lights across the river, and listening to the background music still booming from the club. He didn’t really know what to say then- after all, she was Elle’s friend, and apart from those routine outings they barely knew each other for the past two months. He was just starting to wonder if she wanted to go home; then she turned to him and started talking to him.
“Ian, I tell you a story tonight, okay?”
And it had been a confusing story. Firstly, it was written backwards; secondly, the ending of the story lies in the beginning excerpt of the story; moreover, the normal and italicized bits were supposed to be read as two completely different stories, and ultimately there were supposed to be two hes and a she in total. Some people thought it was written all out of love (pun that phrase) by a deranged mind, some thought it was pure nonsense trying to pass off for a literature technique of sorts. Everybody said its too cheem anyway.
This is crazy, why the hell did Jesse want to write such a crazy piece of writing for?
Today I have to admit to those whom have ever read that piece of writing it's true purpose. Yes, at that point of time I had indeed utilized and manipulated various facts from my personal life and that of others to write that story (and hence the disclaimer on the top of the story). But in actual fact this story was supposed to be a 'pen test' for the bigger story to come- that is namely this story now.
I had suspended writing PWNMV2.0 in March 2005, with the disappointment of the standard of language and how others had conveniently modified my story beyond recognition. I told myself that I will come back and re-write this story one day I am matured enough for it. In the meantime, I had touched on other stories, ( Transition- a short story, Transition- an essay, Dejengski, Thoughts of a Deranged Mind etc. ) gradually the writings began to mature from the crude fragmented English in 2004.
In August 2006 I knew that I was through to the majority of my social life. Everybody I knew then had either splitted, left, or disappeared for many various reasons, and the number of MSN contacts had dropped by two-thirds. It was then when the outings were over when I began wishing to write again then. One more simple story- completely fiction, like how I had done before for nearly the past 7 years of my life. It was supposed be the prologue of PWNMV2.0- this time done in my way instead of the other way that I never wanted to be. As a result from my state of mind then, Characterization materialized.
In other words, Characterization was supposed to be the emissary for PW2NMV3.0. It could have full-blown into PW2NMV3.0 then; after all, the command of language and writting skills had been matured enough then for the story already.... if only there had been no A levels in November, enlistment that may happen in Devember, or the pain experienced then as a result of the multiple relationship failures with the many people I used to know. But it was still not the right time to ressurect the stories again; I stopped where and when it ended, left it ambugious so that it may stand alone as a love story, and went back to 'hibernation' again.
Today, now that PW2NMV3.0 is ressurected once more, it is imperative that the bulk of this story should be written to enjoin Characterization in terms of language, writing style, and even plot. Just like how a game expansion should follow on the prologue set by the original game itself- to explain it's perdecessor, to enhance it, and to compliment it. Indeed certain parts of the short story had to be re-modified to suit the new ideas introduced in the latter story, and certain details omitted for plot and tension, but in general the agenda of Characterization should be clear by now.
Attached below is an excerpt of Characterization as a standalone story, and another as an official excerpt out of PW2NMV3.0. Note the subtle differences, and yet the similarities of the two excerpts; and perhaps one day Jesse may not seem so crazy and deranged as what everybody once percieves him to be anymore.
Cheers to that. LOL
* * *
EXCERPT #01 - Characterization (the original text written in 2006)
He knew he had to come up with a really good story for coming home at 3.45 am in the morning on Sunday. He knew he really had to do quite a lot of explaining, on why he couldn't take the last train home, on why he could not come home even though he was repeatedly SMSed to do so four hours ago, on who had he gone out with, and especially on where had he gone the night before. There would be a lot of reassurance to make, a lot of convincing to do, and definitely a very good alternative story to make up to fill up the time gap between 7.30pm to 3.45am...
But he knew those didn't matter. Those explanations were easy to get by- a straight face and perhaps a sweet tongue afterwards would most probably get him thorough the interrogations later by his parents unscathed. Those mundane elaborations... merely words without meanings- He went to the library with a friend, then they went to see the Chinese New Year light-up at Chinatown, and the prime minister was there setting off fireworks, then they went to MacDonald's to chat and forgot the time, and somehow his phone was off... ; then and again, how could he explain that, to his parents, to anybody, even to himself? Of what actually happened that night? He sat there for thirty minutes in the taxi, he still could not believe what happened afterwards.
The movies, the pub, the guys at the back row in class, and the four girls in class all dressed in peek-a-boo party wear; dancing, touching and drinking throughout the night. And her, especially her, that story, and her sitting there afterwards with that gaze that only left none but a hollow and chilling impression in his heart.
They still wanted to party on after 2 in the morning, and they wanted her to continue drinking. The music had became slow, and it had been couple's night. The girls all paired out with the guys in some slow pop beat. She walked out of the dance floor, her blouse was lopsided, and a strap was out. He wanted to look some more, but somehow he daren't- he blamed himself vehemently for asking her out with the others, yet was totally unable to intervene and help. Sitting there stupidly and totally helplessly while she was made to dance song after song, drink shot after shot; finally he could no longer take it, the next time she came over, he asked her out to the promenade alone.
There they sat by the steps. She was sitting quietly and looking out at the other side of the river, and he had jammed his hands into his pockets and tried to follow suit. Somehow he just wanted to break the silence, wanted to scream out what had happened for that past two hours of hell, in behalf of her, and wished her to scream at him and slap him at the very least. He wanted to say he was sorry for what had happened and for persuading her along for what he had conceived to be an innocent birthday celebration. He didn't want her to just say shes fine and later stop talking to him altogether, he didn't want it to end that way. She was still crying a little, and he did not want to upset the situation even further. In the end, he offered her a packet of tissues.
She had finally smiled again, she turned to him, and assured him she had long been used to this kind of lifestyle. They talked some more, chatted about their past lifestyles of clubbing and book-reading. He had been amazed at the stories she had told him later- this time no longer those superficial chit-chat girl-talk conversations she had always been giving to him and the other members of the class. Many of them were personal- about her life in secondary school, about the four other girls: once simple and equally innocent and how they had ended up in today's state, on the clubs she used to go with them and the different types of guys she had met then. She told him about her ex, how they were together, playing, experiencing, and feeling for the past two years before that fateful event three days ago- she did most of the talking though, he told her later he did not have such stories to share.
She hugged him later that night- as a friend. Nevertheless, he never forgot that moment of significance afterwards.
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EXCERPT #02- PW2NMV3.0 ( The clubbing outing went wrong)
What happened, Ian?
He knew he had to come up with a really good story for coming home at 3.45 am in the morning on Sunday. He knew he really had to do quite a lot of explaining, on why he couldn't take the last train home, on why he could not come home even though he was repeatedly SMS-ed to do so four hours ago, on who had he gone out with, and especially on where had he gone the night before.
And for the first time, why had he missed his favourite movie that was showing on television tonight.
There would be a lot of reassurance to make, a lot of convincing to do- he definitely had to come up with a very good alternative story to make up to fill up the time gap between 7.30pm to 3.45am. Within him he was still afraid that his parents would not approve to it, he was afraid that they might confine him at home later for returning home after midnight, but those didn't matter now.
Those explanations should be easy to get by by now. A straight face and perhaps a sweet tongue afterwards would most probably get him thorough the interrogations later by his parents unscathed- Bryan had personally coined them as ‘alternate reasoning', and he had taught him very well about those things before. It was simple- he went to the library with a friend, then they went to see the Christmas light-up at Orchard, and the prime minister was there setting off fireworks, then they went to McDonald'schat and forgot the time, and somehow his phone was off...; then and again, how could he explain that, to his parents, to anybody, even to himself? Of what actually happened that night? He sat there for thirty minutes in the taxi; he still could not believe what happened afterwards.
What actually happened, Ian?
The club, those friends of Elle- them well over eighteen, the other people present there… all dressed in peek-a-boo party wear. Dancing, touching and drinking throughout the night. And her, especially her- her clothes, that story, and her sitting there afterwards with that smile that only left nothing but a hollow and chilling impression in his heart.
They still wanted to party on after 2 in the morning, and they wanted her to continue drinking. The music had become slow, it had been couple's night, and the girls had all paired out with the guys in some slow pop beat. She walked out of the dance floor, she was dressed very skimpily- her blouse was lopsided, her skirt now dangling from her hips to reveal a little too much more than he could ever possibly imagine.... He wanted to look some more, but somehow he daren't. He blamed himself vehemently for staring at her like that while she was dancing earlier later- sitting there stupidly and while she was made to dance song after song, drink shot after shot…
Loving it, Ian… what’s wrong with you? You know it’s isn’t right, and yet you liked it…
Finally he could no longer take it; the next time she came over, he told her that he was going out to the promenade for some fresh air. He was a little surprised that she agreed and followed him; there they sat by the steps for a little while more watching the night lights across the river, and listening to the background music still booming from the club. He didn’t really know what to say then- after all, she was Elle’s friend, and apart from those routine outings they barely knew each other for the past two months. He was just starting to wonder if she wanted to go home; then she turned to him and started talking to him.
“Ian, I tell you a story tonight, okay?”
29 August 2008
Character construction- Kimmie's World
Yes, it may seem as if I am taking too much time on her alone, and some may even suspect me for showing favouritism for her over the other characters. But I must stress again that the limits of a character in this story is boundless, and hence I cannot say enough of a single character. I have to thank certain people for helping me define the other characters (esp. for Ian and Elle) while I concentrate on Kim for the time being, even though they are not obliged to join me in partnership for this story.
And today I am glad to say that this perervered effort has led to bear much fruit.
In PWNMV2.0 (and v1.0) the first planned character construction of Kim is thought to be:
Name:
-Full Name: Kimberly Ong
-Generally known as: Kim, Kimberly
Addresses:
Local Address: 13A Ripley Crescent
Handphone: 4846028
Biography:
-Born 1976. (Birthday unknown)
-Father Leaves house. (Exact date unknown)
-Met Elle in 1987 at secondary 1, she was 13 then.
-Met Ian 19th November 1989.
-Date of Conception 12th August 1990, age 16 years, 9 months Relationship with Ian.
-Story narrated in 2004, she was 29 years old then.
Academics:
-Dropped schooling in Secondary 4.
***
Today, after substantial planning, and re-orientation, we have something that turns out like this. Note that the additional facts are presented in the form of flashback excerpts in v3.14
Name:
-Full name: Kimberly Ng H. X. (Middle names deliberately omitted out)
-Known generally as Kim, or Kimberly.
-Formally known as Kimberly Ng.
-She only allows people she truly trusts and loves to call her Kimmie.
Addresses:
Home Address: 13A, Serangoon Gardens Way
Surrogate Home Address: Blk 242, Yishun Ring Road.
Hand phone: 94846028
School: CHIJ (TP) Primary School, CHIJ (TP) Secondary School
Email, diary, web-logs etc. domain name: Step into My World
Biography:
-Date of birth on 22nd September 1991.
-Acquired Teddy on 14th December 1994 (Dad’s early Christmas present)
-Mother diagnosed with schizophrenia on 1995. (She never knew the exact date)
-Enrolled into CHIJ (TP) Primary School on January 1997.
-Mother starts getting addicted to mah-jong around February 1997.
-Father leaves house on 21st June 1997, she was 6 years 9 months then.
-Met classmate/ Friend Elle on the 14th January 1998 in primary 2.
-Aware to Elle’s tuition mate/boyfriend Ian Tan around late 2004, at around 13 yrs of age.
-Officially met Ian on 4th October 2006 supposedly for a project to hand in by Nov. Age 15 yrs 1 month.
-Mother leaves home on the 12th May 2007. (Morning)
-Date of conception on 12th May 2007 (afternoon), age 15 yrs 8 months, 7 months relationship with Ian.
-Date of delivery 26th February 2008 (a.k.a. Melissa’s birthday), age 16 years 5 months.
-Writes this story when she was 17 years old, story to be officially completed on 14th March 2009.
Academics:
-Results at Primary 4 Streaming Exam: Eng. -Band 1; Chi. -Band 1; Math- Band 1.
-Posted to EM1 Stream.
-Results of PSLE: Aggregate 257. (Eng. - A*; Chi. - A; Math- A*; Sci. – A)
-Posted to Secondary 1 Special Stream.
-No of subjects taken at Secondary 3: 9 subjects (Phy, Chem, Bio, Lit, Geog+S.S., Eng, Chi, Math, A math)
-Disrupted school at end of secondary 3 for 1 year.
-Resumed schooling only the following year, registered for O levels as a private candidate instead.
-O level grades (w.r.t. above subject configuration): A2, A1, A1, A1, A2, A1, A1, A1, A2; 7 points total.
And today I am glad to say that this perervered effort has led to bear much fruit.
In PWNMV2.0 (and v1.0) the first planned character construction of Kim is thought to be:
Name:
-Full Name: Kimberly Ong
-Generally known as: Kim, Kimberly
Addresses:
Local Address: 13A Ripley Crescent
Handphone: 4846028
Biography:
-Born 1976. (Birthday unknown)
-Father Leaves house. (Exact date unknown)
-Met Elle in 1987 at secondary 1, she was 13 then.
-Met Ian 19th November 1989.
-Date of Conception 12th August 1990, age 16 years, 9 months Relationship with Ian.
-Story narrated in 2004, she was 29 years old then.
Academics:
-Dropped schooling in Secondary 4.
***
Today, after substantial planning, and re-orientation, we have something that turns out like this. Note that the additional facts are presented in the form of flashback excerpts in v3.14
Name:
-Full name: Kimberly Ng H. X. (Middle names deliberately omitted out)
-Known generally as Kim, or Kimberly.
-Formally known as Kimberly Ng.
-She only allows people she truly trusts and loves to call her Kimmie.
Addresses:
Home Address: 13A, Serangoon Gardens Way
Surrogate Home Address: Blk 242, Yishun Ring Road.
Hand phone: 94846028
School: CHIJ (TP) Primary School, CHIJ (TP) Secondary School
Email, diary, web-logs etc. domain name: Step into My World
Biography:
-Date of birth on 22nd September 1991.
-Acquired Teddy on 14th December 1994 (Dad’s early Christmas present)
-Mother diagnosed with schizophrenia on 1995. (She never knew the exact date)
-Enrolled into CHIJ (TP) Primary School on January 1997.
-Mother starts getting addicted to mah-jong around February 1997.
-Father leaves house on 21st June 1997, she was 6 years 9 months then.
-Met classmate/ Friend Elle on the 14th January 1998 in primary 2.
-Aware to Elle’s tuition mate/boyfriend Ian Tan around late 2004, at around 13 yrs of age.
-Officially met Ian on 4th October 2006 supposedly for a project to hand in by Nov. Age 15 yrs 1 month.
-Mother leaves home on the 12th May 2007. (Morning)
-Date of conception on 12th May 2007 (afternoon), age 15 yrs 8 months, 7 months relationship with Ian.
-Date of delivery 26th February 2008 (a.k.a. Melissa’s birthday), age 16 years 5 months.
-Writes this story when she was 17 years old, story to be officially completed on 14th March 2009.
Academics:
-Results at Primary 4 Streaming Exam: Eng. -Band 1; Chi. -Band 1; Math- Band 1.
-Posted to EM1 Stream.
-Results of PSLE: Aggregate 257. (Eng. - A*; Chi. - A; Math- A*; Sci. – A)
-Posted to Secondary 1 Special Stream.
-No of subjects taken at Secondary 3: 9 subjects (Phy, Chem, Bio, Lit, Geog+S.S., Eng, Chi, Math, A math)
-Disrupted school at end of secondary 3 for 1 year.
-Resumed schooling only the following year, registered for O levels as a private candidate instead.
-O level grades (w.r.t. above subject configuration): A2, A1, A1, A1, A2, A1, A1, A1, A2; 7 points total.
27 August 2008
Hello
Hello.
I am Kimberly, I am thirteen this year.
I study at CHIJ Toa Payoh Secondary School. (Sec 1!)
Elle and I are best friends since Pri 2 and We’re in the same class =)
Daddy and Mummy usually quarrel in the past.
I live with mummy now. I miss Daddy =(
I think Elle’s boyfriend is cute =X
I am supposed to take my O levels in 3 years time =S
I want to get 8 A1s and go to a good JC!
I want to be as beautiful as Elle
I wish Daddy would come back soon.
I wish Elle would be happy forever with her boyfriend! (smiles)
I wish Elle and I would be best friends forever!
Yay =)
Kimmie
I am Kimberly, I am thirteen this year.
I study at CHIJ Toa Payoh Secondary School. (Sec 1!)
Elle and I are best friends since Pri 2 and We’re in the same class =)
Daddy and Mummy usually quarrel in the past.
I live with mummy now. I miss Daddy =(
I think Elle’s boyfriend is cute =X
I am supposed to take my O levels in 3 years time =S
I want to get 8 A1s and go to a good JC!
I want to be as beautiful as Elle
I wish Daddy would come back soon.
I wish Elle would be happy forever with her boyfriend! (smiles)
I wish Elle and I would be best friends forever!
Yay =)
Kimmie
Picture Time !
The last week was kinda free due to the great 21km run on Sunday, as a result we found ourselves with a generous amount of time left to ourselves. Moreover my mind was still greatly EMP-ed by the 3 Kimmie Stories I had written on the previous week and as a result I couldn't write logically the whole time. So we got more to the drawing parts and tried sketching out possible scenerios that could have happened to the characters- Some were true to the story, some were random speculations, but all of them had been meticulously thought out in terms of characterization before they made it unto the paper. The captions on those pictures should roughly tell you the agenda of those pictures. Anyway do enjoy.
22 August 2008
The 3 way relationship
Currently, all drafts, drawings, and entries on project W itself are capped at at a level of development of approximately 3.14. This is because I do not want the my characters to change in their personalities or characteristics even while I am writing the story. Doing so would result in an inconsistency in narration and even irrelevance to the story, and I do not want to re-write it for the fourth time anymore, therefore we are now more or less stuck with these characters for the time being.
I like these current characters right now. Kim, Ian, and Elle; three people with radically different character traits from each other, each very individual in their own respect, and yet all of them paradoxically incomplete on their own unless they actually be together and compliment each other...
This is what I mean:
Kim- Matured in mind, very practical, but easily deluded by emotional insecurity and scars.
Ian- Naive, refers to past experiences, influenced easily, yet determined when mind is set.
Elle- Thinks only how to suit the situation to her personal agenda. Always covers her mistakes.
Integrating Kim and Ian would actually normalize out the innate insecurity of Kim with the innate determination of Ian. Moreover Ian's easily influenced personality and Naive-ness would be countered with the maturity and practicality of Kim. In this way Kim and Ian actually compliments each other in both an internal and external sort of way when put together
Integrating Kim and Elle would on the other hand blend in an essence of mental creativity of Elle via her personal agendas with the practicality of Kim. Kim's fatal mistakes of being easily deluded by emotional security would too be protected and covered with Elle's innate ability to cover her mistakes.
Integrating Ian and Elle too would actually normalize Ian's Innocent and naive outlook with Elle's complex, scheming personality. In this case, it seems as if the integration of Ian and Elle would arise a case where the character of Elle 'eats' Ian up; paradoxically, Elle's ability to think very complexly without action is actually complimented with Ian's determination when his mind is set.
And thus it makes sense why these three people are bonded together in such a sort of way. In the story, Elle is supposed to be dominating Ian until Ian meets Kim, whom had always looked up on Elle as a bigger sister (for protection and inspiration). Then Kim and Ian get together and they clique well together without actually knowing why. Their relationships forged are not one of coincidence, but actually due to the complimenting of characters and identity. This would thus give this story an edge of practicality and make it real, unlike the case of a typical drama serial where people meet purely out of coincidence with little meaning behind
anyway, attached is a conceptual picture of the three of them together, each portraying their own characters. Note the contrast in these characters as they stand side by side, and yet do note that somehow it seems as if this picture is balanced out itself already in its own respect. This is actually because of the background fact of the complimenting of the characters. Perhaps you may feel it, perhaps you may not, anyway do enjoy.
10 August 2008
Kim, a walkthrough
Yes, The above four pictures concisely summarizes the Visual-Character-Analysis for Kim. These pictures present her in 4 different ages- namely: 7, 15, 16, and 29 years. They were not drawn by me, but actually from one of my platoon mates whom is in collaboration to this project. Every of those pictures has a certain rationale that is intimately linked to the story itself- These I will consider each in turn.
In PWNMV2.0 ( 2004 ) the Kim envisioned within was actually a much more outgoing, matured, loveless, ah-lian girl of 16 with a stunning body and drop dead gorgeous face. It was simple- make her hate her parents, make her ringleader of her clique of girlfriends, and throw in a string of vulgarities for added effect. This was because Nine Months was supposed to be a vulgar, romance-less, and bitter story that focuses on the brutality of life against a girl plagued with the fact that she is a teenager and pregnant. She was supposed to be drop dead beautiful for the sake of being beautiful- she was supposed to be half a delinquent.
But today, although I still did not want this story to be a romance rah rah drama serial, I personally did not want to write a pornographic-loveless book with the maturity of a 16 year old. Moreover, who cares of a delinquent? Thus after much consideration, and help from my platoon mates, finally a new character was formed- one with a more innocent tamed outlook, and with more insights and love to life. On the other hand I still do wish to preserve the original essence of Nine Months, and after much tweaking and debate with my illustrator, the more-or-less finalized product is as shown:
From the character analysis, we can see that Kim is an emotionally insecure person whom cannot hate people. Thus it would be most appropriate that as a child, she would have a soft-toy to act as a companion and rest haven that she will bring around if she feels alone of scared. She would call it Teddy because of the simple fact that it rhymes with Daddy. She lost her dad when she was 7, Teddy was conceived to be her surrogate 'father' when she is actually playing daddy with.
elements from version 2 of the story are still retained, including the fact that she is beautiful. However now with a new set of character traits, she had moved away from a 'sexy' outlook to a generally more 'cute' outlook. Hence we have normalized her hairstyle back from a re bonded stylish mane to a natural shoulder-length hairstyle. Still, we have retained other traits such as an ample bosom and wide hips that led down to slender long legs. We have decided to give her a little more flesh- we didn't want her to end up anorexic... after all, Elle was supposed to be the anorexic one.
We did not change the outlook of her when she was pregnant. She was still supposed to 'be wearing loose fitting shirts to break the shape of a bulging tummy.' and we still generally kept original to her depressed state, although we have changed the reasons from 'I do not look beautiful anymore' to ' I lost my family', after all, she was supposed to be a selfless person in v3, and much more thoughtful now.
the fourth picture would be one of much interest, because in v3 the story would not end like how it previously ended in v2 when Kim is 29 and Mel ( her daughter ) is 14. Instead, her story will end on the age of 19 when Mel is only 3. This picture is actually a future picture of her when she finally becomes that doctor she always aspires to be, and how she would probably turn out like then.
These pictures themselves are not final, because the complexity of her character is still not fully rendered out even up to this very day. Every day, new character traits are being formed, on her agenda, intentions, thoughts, and desires. We are still stuck in v3.14 now, but as much as there is, I believe that we are in for a good start.
02 August 2008
PW2NMV3.0 introduction 3
Summary for PW2NMV3.0
There was once a man, a woman, and a girl
The girl was their daughter.
They were at the beach.
Three years later, there was just the man and his daughter.
The woman had lingered once more yesterday,
But she never went back again after that.
Three years after that,
The daughter went to the beach alone.
She continues to do so today.
The daughter’s name was Kim.
Today she is seventeen.
Hello,
My name is Kim;
I am seventeen this year.
Do step into my world
The girl was their daughter.
They were at the beach.
Three years later, there was just the man and his daughter.
The woman had lingered once more yesterday,
But she never went back again after that.
Three years after that,
The daughter went to the beach alone.
She continues to do so today.
The daughter’s name was Kim.
Today she is seventeen.
Hello,
My name is Kim;
I am seventeen this year.
Do step into my world
PW2NMV3.0 Characters (KIM)
In essence, Kim is supposed to be the main character of this project. ( call her heroine, Hong Gan bitch, whatever ). The following excerpt is a little character analysis of her, and perhaps a little of her background childhood. She is supposedly seventeen today, and Nine Months is actually a story on her when she was fifteen, seen through a series of journal entries and personal memories.
And yes, The display picture on my MSN is actually a picture of her, drawn by my platoon mates and sect comd.
_________________________________________________
Project W2 Nine Months Version 3 (PW2NMV3.0)
Character Analysis (Level 1)
It is the complexity of the real human character that will actually intrigue one to feel for and love...
KIM (a.k.a. Kimberly Ng; NgHXKi )
- Formerly known as Kim (V1.0), then Kimberly Ong (V2.0)
- Name is actually an acronym for all the main characters involved within this story (Kim, Ian, Mel)
General Comments:
-She seeks the best way out of everything for everybody, practical, but is easily deluded by emotional security and scars.
-She believes in the complete reunion of her family one day.
Background:
-She was once loved by her parents. She was once happy. Today her outlook is now remnant recollections of the past full life she had once lived. (Hello, yay, smiley’s)
-Psychologically functional family causes her to resolve never to make her parents mistakes. Therefore her actions tend to focus more on the loving and emotional side. (Contrasting to Elle, she cannot hate.)
-She had always had a special relationship with dad. Today, most of her habits and preferences are based on the things they once did together. (Sandcastles, teddy, stairs, Ian)
-Due to the liability of her family through her childhood, she does not have the opportunity to boast of any asset (toys, clothes, accessories, places she went) she possesses. Instead she always looks up upon others (Elle) as role models.
-Ian is the first person she is leading on. (He resembles her father, and hence that close relationship)
-Deprivation has forced her to learn the value of cherishment. Little things (stairs, teddy, tissue etc) may mean a lot to her.
-She believes that the only way out is by education. She’s diligent in her studies and is poised to excel in the upcoming O level examinations.
-However, past childhood insecurities will affect her decisions especially when the situation is nostalgic (The original Sin). Her fanaticism for the complete reunion of her family and fear of loss will lead her to make radical decisions if necessary.
Timeline:
3 years old- full intact family
6 years old- cracks start forming in her life
7 years old- Dad leaves the house, she meets Elle in primary school
13 years old- Elle has a new boyfriend (Ian)
15 years old- she meets Ian
15 ½ years old- day of conception
17 years old- this story is formed
Other Technical Data:
-She studies at CHIJ (TP)
-She lives in Serangoon Gardens Way (based on V2.0)
-She smiles a lot, but her happiness is remnant of that once full life she had lived.
-Relationship with Ian is a part sisterly, part infatuation, part friendship, part reminiscent, and part -daughter type.
-She drives the relationship to her fanaticism.
-Her thoughts are self-reproaching and sometimes confusing.
-She keeps a journal (childhood fanaticism C.F.)
-She may get lyrical and philosophical at times (student of literature)
-She constantly wonders about her studies and her future life in JC.
-She wonders how others would think of her actions and decisions (Elle and Ian)
Her childhood fanaticism:
-Sit at the stairs.
-Tell stories.
-Go to the beach.
-Teddy.
-Ian’s character.
-The ultimate reunion of her family again.
And yes, The display picture on my MSN is actually a picture of her, drawn by my platoon mates and sect comd.
_________________________________________________
Project W2 Nine Months Version 3 (PW2NMV3.0)
Character Analysis (Level 1)
It is the complexity of the real human character that will actually intrigue one to feel for and love...
KIM (a.k.a. Kimberly Ng; NgHXKi )
- Formerly known as Kim (V1.0), then Kimberly Ong (V2.0)
- Name is actually an acronym for all the main characters involved within this story (Kim, Ian, Mel)
General Comments:
-She seeks the best way out of everything for everybody, practical, but is easily deluded by emotional security and scars.
-She believes in the complete reunion of her family one day.
Background:
-She was once loved by her parents. She was once happy. Today her outlook is now remnant recollections of the past full life she had once lived. (Hello, yay, smiley’s)
-Psychologically functional family causes her to resolve never to make her parents mistakes. Therefore her actions tend to focus more on the loving and emotional side. (Contrasting to Elle, she cannot hate.)
-She had always had a special relationship with dad. Today, most of her habits and preferences are based on the things they once did together. (Sandcastles, teddy, stairs, Ian)
-Due to the liability of her family through her childhood, she does not have the opportunity to boast of any asset (toys, clothes, accessories, places she went) she possesses. Instead she always looks up upon others (Elle) as role models.
-Ian is the first person she is leading on. (He resembles her father, and hence that close relationship)
-Deprivation has forced her to learn the value of cherishment. Little things (stairs, teddy, tissue etc) may mean a lot to her.
-She believes that the only way out is by education. She’s diligent in her studies and is poised to excel in the upcoming O level examinations.
-However, past childhood insecurities will affect her decisions especially when the situation is nostalgic (The original Sin). Her fanaticism for the complete reunion of her family and fear of loss will lead her to make radical decisions if necessary.
Timeline:
3 years old- full intact family
6 years old- cracks start forming in her life
7 years old- Dad leaves the house, she meets Elle in primary school
13 years old- Elle has a new boyfriend (Ian)
15 years old- she meets Ian
15 ½ years old- day of conception
17 years old- this story is formed
Other Technical Data:
-She studies at CHIJ (TP)
-She lives in Serangoon Gardens Way (based on V2.0)
-She smiles a lot, but her happiness is remnant of that once full life she had lived.
-Relationship with Ian is a part sisterly, part infatuation, part friendship, part reminiscent, and part -daughter type.
-She drives the relationship to her fanaticism.
-Her thoughts are self-reproaching and sometimes confusing.
-She keeps a journal (childhood fanaticism C.F.)
-She may get lyrical and philosophical at times (student of literature)
-She constantly wonders about her studies and her future life in JC.
-She wonders how others would think of her actions and decisions (Elle and Ian)
Her childhood fanaticism:
-Sit at the stairs.
-Tell stories.
-Go to the beach.
-Teddy.
-Ian’s character.
-The ultimate reunion of her family again.
PW2NMV3.0 introduction
alright alright, I haven't updated for a very long time already. Lol...
Technical terms 1st ( plz dun mind this part )
The passing of Threshold Chasm 1205 on the 19th May 2008 has led to the conclusion of project C2, bringing an end to Thoughts Of A Deranged Mind. This is because the purpose of T.D.M has been fulfilled fully with the crossing of Threshold Chasm 1205...
Hence in other words, there are no more self-reminiscent reflections anymore. Yay?
What am I doing today? Preparing for the 'A' levels of these 2 years, the evaluation examination thingy... waiting in bunk for things to happen day after day, hoping nobody will come and kill us because we are all sleeping on the bed at 10am in the morning. Dreading going out and sitting at the field and doing more routine stuff, running 15 km (average) every other day, and anticipating the 14th March 2009.
Oh yeah, and one more thing. Engaged in PW2NMV3.0. Okay, okay, here are the details of the... thingy. I dunno whether it will be intriguing to others, but I sincerely hope that the end product will not disappoint.
PW2NMV3.0
Those above words is basically an acronym for: Project W2 Nine Months Version 3.0.
Project W is essentially a fictional world made to accommodate a story known otherwise as Nine Months. Project W2 means that I am revisiting this project for the 2nd time
Nine Months is a story that has grew up with me since the age of 15. I have originally wanted to write this story in secondary three (v1.0), but due to the lack of maturity then, it has to be put on hold. It was re-visited again in 2004 (June) with the partnership of a fellow literature student, and 52 pages of manuscript have been produced then. However today they are all lost in transition. Looking back, they too looked immature and superficial.
So today, 5 years after, I am engaged in NMV3.0
Many people back in secondary school can still remember there three characters:
Kim,
Ian
Elle
And those in JC can remember those 6 infamous pages of pornography written.
Those are actually excerpts of Nine Months itself, or what today I have called collectively as Project W1 (then).
Nine Months v3.0 would not be a stupid children's story. And neither would it have the drama and hype like it had been written in v2.0. This is owing to the paradoxical fact that a dramatically great story need not be dramatic in the 1st place, and that a dramatic story need not be a dramatically great story…( the drama paradox )
Instead, it will focus on three major areas of study
-characterization
-realism
-inference.
For it is the complexity of the real human character that will actually intrigue one to feel for and love...
Basically, this book would be written in 3 parts separately
-The book of history (background, prehistory narration etc)
-The book of narration (narration proper)
-The book of the characters (thoughts, 1st person introspective) ,
and one can only understand the full story if they combine all three books together.
Today, PW2NMV3.0 has already a flagship chapter to denote the tonality of the book ( the original Sin, rewritten). It is still in the early stages of development (v3.14 in comparison to the projected completed v3.99). It is expected to be complete by 14th March 2009.
Technical terms 1st ( plz dun mind this part )
The passing of Threshold Chasm 1205 on the 19th May 2008 has led to the conclusion of project C2, bringing an end to Thoughts Of A Deranged Mind. This is because the purpose of T.D.M has been fulfilled fully with the crossing of Threshold Chasm 1205...
Hence in other words, there are no more self-reminiscent reflections anymore. Yay?
What am I doing today? Preparing for the 'A' levels of these 2 years, the evaluation examination thingy... waiting in bunk for things to happen day after day, hoping nobody will come and kill us because we are all sleeping on the bed at 10am in the morning. Dreading going out and sitting at the field and doing more routine stuff, running 15 km (average) every other day, and anticipating the 14th March 2009.
Oh yeah, and one more thing. Engaged in PW2NMV3.0. Okay, okay, here are the details of the... thingy. I dunno whether it will be intriguing to others, but I sincerely hope that the end product will not disappoint.
PW2NMV3.0
Those above words is basically an acronym for: Project W2 Nine Months Version 3.0.
Project W is essentially a fictional world made to accommodate a story known otherwise as Nine Months. Project W2 means that I am revisiting this project for the 2nd time
Nine Months is a story that has grew up with me since the age of 15. I have originally wanted to write this story in secondary three (v1.0), but due to the lack of maturity then, it has to be put on hold. It was re-visited again in 2004 (June) with the partnership of a fellow literature student, and 52 pages of manuscript have been produced then. However today they are all lost in transition. Looking back, they too looked immature and superficial.
So today, 5 years after, I am engaged in NMV3.0
Many people back in secondary school can still remember there three characters:
Kim,
Ian
Elle
And those in JC can remember those 6 infamous pages of pornography written.
Those are actually excerpts of Nine Months itself, or what today I have called collectively as Project W1 (then).
Nine Months v3.0 would not be a stupid children's story. And neither would it have the drama and hype like it had been written in v2.0. This is owing to the paradoxical fact that a dramatically great story need not be dramatic in the 1st place, and that a dramatic story need not be a dramatically great story…( the drama paradox )
Instead, it will focus on three major areas of study
-characterization
-realism
-inference.
For it is the complexity of the real human character that will actually intrigue one to feel for and love...
Basically, this book would be written in 3 parts separately
-The book of history (background, prehistory narration etc)
-The book of narration (narration proper)
-The book of the characters (thoughts, 1st person introspective) ,
and one can only understand the full story if they combine all three books together.
Today, PW2NMV3.0 has already a flagship chapter to denote the tonality of the book ( the original Sin, rewritten). It is still in the early stages of development (v3.14 in comparison to the projected completed v3.99). It is expected to be complete by 14th March 2009.
11 May 2008
The reasons revisited
I know its been long since I've written the last post here. Blame it partly on the schedules ( I'd forewarned beforehand ), and blame it partially on the lack of will to sit straight before this computer and type even a string of words.... I have to admit that I myself am getting more disorientated by the day- losing focus, perseverance, determination, and aiming whatever I am undertaking.
Blame my profession, blame the system... and the blaming game begins again.
Yes, I shall iterate once more: ... its been very long since I've written the last post here (And I did not copy and paste the previous sentence lol) I tried entering a few words unto this white screen again, and somehow the sentences don't flow like how they used to... (And hence I just stated that I am losing focus and stuff). I know i used to grease a lot of stupid cheesy words in those last posts... and frankly speaking looking at some of them still kinda freaks me out a little. (then and again I had always called it thoughts of a deranged mind right?) What on earth had got into me to such madness? Then and again, why did I even set up this blog in the very first place?
Back to basics.
...Instead, as what the title suggests, I would like to keep this little space more as a rest haven- to pen down personal thoughts, and deranged ideas ( not too much I hope ); all within the comfort and security of my mind, and the ability to share them via this avenue of expression. I do not intend to commercialize or overrate it too- all but a simple avenue to express myself as who I truly am....
That was what I had written on the 28th of September 2007. Personal thoughts came aplenty after that, but I don't know too much about the deranged ideas part (unless you include those deranged stuff I kept contradicting myself in those above parenthesizes). But it was quite easy that ultimately, I had to step out of that shell I had entrenched myself in at that point of time- and to have one more avenue to express myself to the world. Those past pains, frustrations, worries, and fanaticisms (teenage angsts then I presume... unless you still think that 19 and 6 months still rounds down to a nine-teen); the road to move on by myself with little support no more than a pen, paper, and a whole lot of thinking to straighten out then.... Yes, Thoughts of A Deranged Mind is all of the above I had written in September. Looking back then, it was actually a lifesaver.
Today, I am glad I do not have no need for that anymore. Right now stuck in some ulu part of Singapore, confined for more than 71% of my time in a week, into a whole new lifestyle of madness. Playing C&C3 and Generals (Oh yeah... that same old-school game I crashed on the widescreen back in CJC), listening to Aqua and Backstreet Boys, and shaking like how your dad and mom would shake in a disco back in the 80's with those very retro bunkmates of mine. Two more socialism accounts were set up recently too- I still have no bloody clue what are they actually for (they tell me it'll be of good use to get chicks when I start going for university orientation camps), it looks I 'm all good to go to prepare for my future ahead.
Nevertheless, Thoughts of a Deranged Mind would still continue on, serving other purposes, yet nevertheless continuing to straighten future thoughts (should they continue being haphazard in orientation, and its likely because of Murphy's law...lol), to guide and correct, and to serve as an intimate, yet ever-truthful friend to tackle future challenges should they occur.
The blessed ability to at least string a couple of sentences together coherently (or maybe not at times), to a powerful tool of expression and regression-
Viva Spaces of A Deranged Mind, Viva forever.
As a personal side note to those reading this post, I hope you would too gain the most out of the blogs that you currently have....
Blame my profession, blame the system... and the blaming game begins again.
Yes, I shall iterate once more: ... its been very long since I've written the last post here (And I did not copy and paste the previous sentence lol) I tried entering a few words unto this white screen again, and somehow the sentences don't flow like how they used to... (And hence I just stated that I am losing focus and stuff). I know i used to grease a lot of stupid cheesy words in those last posts... and frankly speaking looking at some of them still kinda freaks me out a little. (then and again I had always called it thoughts of a deranged mind right?) What on earth had got into me to such madness? Then and again, why did I even set up this blog in the very first place?
Back to basics.
...Instead, as what the title suggests, I would like to keep this little space more as a rest haven- to pen down personal thoughts, and deranged ideas ( not too much I hope ); all within the comfort and security of my mind, and the ability to share them via this avenue of expression. I do not intend to commercialize or overrate it too- all but a simple avenue to express myself as who I truly am....
That was what I had written on the 28th of September 2007. Personal thoughts came aplenty after that, but I don't know too much about the deranged ideas part (unless you include those deranged stuff I kept contradicting myself in those above parenthesizes). But it was quite easy that ultimately, I had to step out of that shell I had entrenched myself in at that point of time- and to have one more avenue to express myself to the world. Those past pains, frustrations, worries, and fanaticisms (teenage angsts then I presume... unless you still think that 19 and 6 months still rounds down to a nine-teen); the road to move on by myself with little support no more than a pen, paper, and a whole lot of thinking to straighten out then.... Yes, Thoughts of A Deranged Mind is all of the above I had written in September. Looking back then, it was actually a lifesaver.
Today, I am glad I do not have no need for that anymore. Right now stuck in some ulu part of Singapore, confined for more than 71% of my time in a week, into a whole new lifestyle of madness. Playing C&C3 and Generals (Oh yeah... that same old-school game I crashed on the widescreen back in CJC), listening to Aqua and Backstreet Boys, and shaking like how your dad and mom would shake in a disco back in the 80's with those very retro bunkmates of mine. Two more socialism accounts were set up recently too- I still have no bloody clue what are they actually for (they tell me it'll be of good use to get chicks when I start going for university orientation camps), it looks I 'm all good to go to prepare for my future ahead.
Nevertheless, Thoughts of a Deranged Mind would still continue on, serving other purposes, yet nevertheless continuing to straighten future thoughts (should they continue being haphazard in orientation, and its likely because of Murphy's law...lol), to guide and correct, and to serve as an intimate, yet ever-truthful friend to tackle future challenges should they occur.
The blessed ability to at least string a couple of sentences together coherently (or maybe not at times), to a powerful tool of expression and regression-
Viva Spaces of A Deranged Mind, Viva forever.
As a personal side note to those reading this post, I hope you would too gain the most out of the blogs that you currently have....
04 March 2008
Interlude #05 - Project T
...
Project M
Project W
Project C
Project T
* * *
Life is getting madder day after day I reckon. The Selamat guy's dramatic escape didn't make things any easier anyway. duties after duties, trainings after trainings, adding on the to fact that weekends will be burnt... If that guy dosen't turn himself in to the police soon, i think I will turn in to the IMH.
Anyway kinda came up with this Friendster/ Facebook accounts again. Perhaps its those countless invitations that keep popping into my mail on a daily basis, perhaps its the boredom, perhaps its the desperation on my part to kinda know where the hell all my friends went to apart from those close few whom we still hang out together (cheers)...
... and viola! He's got 76 friends and she's got 149 friends and he's in 4 groups and she's idolizing some who-knows-who kid that somehow the whole community except me knows! As for me, I am just contended with an interesting 14 or so. I guess its kinda self explanatory too, maybe I am just a happy introvert with a very deranged mind manz- it must me the army, it must be those guard duties, damn you Selamat, it must be you again...
Henceforth project T.......
Dun worry, it won't be a disappointment. It'll be cool.
( I'm not deranged )
ps: ( someone's gotta teach me how to use friendster and facebook manz. I need to that 9 behind my 14 to match up to 149 friends)
Project M
Project W
Project C
Project T
* * *
Life is getting madder day after day I reckon. The Selamat guy's dramatic escape didn't make things any easier anyway. duties after duties, trainings after trainings, adding on the to fact that weekends will be burnt... If that guy dosen't turn himself in to the police soon, i think I will turn in to the IMH.
Anyway kinda came up with this Friendster/ Facebook accounts again. Perhaps its those countless invitations that keep popping into my mail on a daily basis, perhaps its the boredom, perhaps its the desperation on my part to kinda know where the hell all my friends went to apart from those close few whom we still hang out together (cheers)...
... and viola! He's got 76 friends and she's got 149 friends and he's in 4 groups and she's idolizing some who-knows-who kid that somehow the whole community except me knows! As for me, I am just contended with an interesting 14 or so. I guess its kinda self explanatory too, maybe I am just a happy introvert with a very deranged mind manz- it must me the army, it must be those guard duties, damn you Selamat, it must be you again...
Henceforth project T.......
Dun worry, it won't be a disappointment. It'll be cool.
( I'm not deranged )
ps: ( someone's gotta teach me how to use friendster and facebook manz. I need to that 9 behind my 14 to match up to 149 friends)
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