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Name: Derek 'Garren' K
Birthday: 11/5/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Super Sentai, Writing, Composing, Swimming, Acting, Singing, Kamen Rider, Henshin Devices, TV, Movies, Internet
Expertise: Acting stupid, Memorizing irrelavent stuff~
Occupation: Student
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2/10/2004
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| Wow... 23 years old.
Two years ago, I thought I had experienced the worst birthday ever when I had to go through a series of lectures and seminars from 9am to 5pm. How naive I was. In hindsight, that was actually a pretty good deal.
Working non-stop today, I realized something: This was probably how I would spend my birthdays for the next 30 years or so. Actually, it'd probably be worse.
However, this was not the point. It seems to me that I'd grown past the point where I could expect to have a nice relaxing time during my birthday. Beginning a new page of my life, it's time to work not only for the present, but also for the future. From this point onwards, everything that I do should be aimed at building up my career and providing for those that I live for.
Though it was a major disappointment getting no presents this year, I've grown used to this. Birthdays should no longer be an occasion where I get gifts. In fact, birthdays should be used to remind myself whether I have lived my purpose during that year. <still... it'd be nice to at least get something... sigh>
I'd write more but I'm just too damn tired after a long days' work.
Here's to another year.
You're gonna miss this,
You're gonna want this back,
You're gonna wish these days
Hadn't gone by so fast.
These are some good times,
So take a good look around,
You may not know it now,
But you're gonna miss this.
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| Hope everyone enjoys this story, I put quite a lot of effort into this:
The Longest Story
In a faraway kingdom, there existed a peaceful and beautiful village that was ruled by a wise king.
The king had only one daughter, and therefore she was the apple of his eye. The king wanted only the best for his precious little princess.
In the king's village, there lived a wondrous storyteller. The old man had such an amazing ability that he was able to paint such magical pictures simply by using his voice. In fact, he was so famous that people from far and away came specifically to listen to one of his stories. Of course, it was no surprise that the princess enjoyed the old man's storytelling as well.
The old man had a grandson, a plain yet intelligent boy.
Each time after listening to a story, the princess and the boy would both play together until it was time for them to go home. Day after day, this became one of their favorite past times. As time went by, the two grew closer and closer.
Several years went by and the princess grew into a beautiful young woman. In no time at all, suitors all over the country were asking for her hand in marriage. Nevertheless, the king knew that he had to find the best out of the best for his princess. However, how was this to be achieved?
Knowing his daughter's love of stories, the king passed down a single decree: the person who could write the longest story within a months' time shall be able to marry the princess.
Almost at once, every single man within the village began to write. No matter what time of day it was nor how late into the night, all they did was sit at the table, thinking and wondering how they could make their story the longest out of them all.
And what of the storyteller's grandson? He just kept about his usual business, humming a merrily tune as he went. The princess began to feel nervous for him. "Why haven't you started yet?" She asked, "Everybody already started ages ago!"
"Don't worry," smiled the boy, "I have plenty of time."
Not before long, a month had passed and the deadline was up. The amount of work submitted was so enormous that a special room had to be used in the palace just to simply hold the stories. Immediately, the king's men set to work and began to read. However, this was not an easy feat as some of the stories were so long that the pages could be wrapped around the perimeter of the palace.
After several months of hard work, all the stories had finally been read. 'Well,' the King asked, 'Do you have the results?"
"Yes your majesty." One of the king's advisers replied, "The longest story took us six weeks alone to read. And the shortest..."
"The shortest?" Sneered the king, "I told them to write the longest story they could, why would I care about the shortest story?"
"Your majesty, perhaps it would be better if you looked at it yourself." The adviser suggested.
In spite of himself, the king curiously nodded.
What the adviser brought before the king was a small slip of paper that could fit into a child's palm.
Upon glimpsing its contents, tears immediately ran down the king's face. "This... is the clear winner. Bring the author before me, then go fetch my daughter."
Hearing that her father had declared a winner, the princess quickly rushed over to see who her future-husband was to be. Pushing open the heavy doors, she was ecstatic to see the storyteller's grandson standing beside her father.
'My darling," The king said gently, 'Meet your husband. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness together.' With that, he handed her the story the boy had written.
Peering down, a big smiled plastered on the face of the princess as she flung her arms around the storyteller's grandson.
Scribbled onto the piece of paper were three simple words:
I Love You.
Is this not a story that could last a lifetime? After all, this is indeed... the longest story.
30th October 2009
Well, what do you think? Too cheesy? Comments would be nice.
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| I knew it was coming, had been mentally preparing for it ever since I left the UK this June. The moment I closed and locked the front door of the house, I knew something had just ended. It did not bode well with me, though I did everything I could to stow it away.
Nevertheless, when the news came through the phone a week ago, what I felt scared me. I was stunned. During that fraction of a second, my mind became blank. The air around me suddenly disappeared, it was not possible to draw breath at all. After I regained the capactiy of thought, I mentally kicked myself. Hard. Why had I behaved like this when I had done all the necessary preparations? On my way home, the only thing on my mind during the ride home was a question. A simple question, though I am certain that it is a question that the world's best scholars would not be able to solve.
How do you say goodbye to someone you've spent the last four years with?
How do you adapt to an environment that is the same as you're used to but is also drastically distorted without her in it? Without the presence of her face, her shadow, her voice, how do you carry on? You have been too accustomed to her being there, it was as if there had already existed a bond that could not be penetrated even by the sharpest sword. You have been used to this person being close by for the past few years, knowing fully well that there will be someone to talk to, to lie next to whenever the outside world gets tough. It were these things that made me at ease even though I was in a place where I had passed some of the most difficult years of my life. How do you plough through when all this suddenly ceases to exist without a period of transition?
Deep down, I was anxious, terrified even. Too much could happen during the span of this year. What if something happened? How could I face it if we arrived at a point of no return? How was I to confront this?
Selfish thoughts began to invade my mind. Nevertheless, how could I live with the fact that I myself denied her a chance of moving further ahead? I tried so hard to be selfish, while at the same time forcing myself to think in a selfless manner.
"Even in a long-distance relationship, you have to reconcile reality with fantasy. Her first several months over there had not been as fun or fulfilling as she'd expected; meantime, they'd killed me. She was considering coming home early, but something told me that if she did, she'd always feel she'd left something unfinished. So though the words felt almost repulsive coming from my mouth, I told her, "You should stay.""
Which is the correct saying - 'love is selfish' or 'love is selfless'? Do both apply equally?
In the end, I forced myself to accept the undeniable - she was really going to leave, nothing was going to change that.
Finally, it occured to me.... it was time to let go.
With only a week remaining, rather than think of ways to delay the inevitable, it would be better to plan the little time we had left.
I felt I had grown older yet again during this short span of time. I guess everybody would have to deal with something like this in the end. The only difference was when.
Perhaps this time apart could strengthen the bond even more, only time will tell.
In the meantime, be strong, be careful, be safe.
But most important of all -
Be yourself.
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| Finally, I have graduated from Law School.
I am now a Bachelor of Laws (With Honors) graduate!!!
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| It's finally done... I finished my LLB degree...
The past three years have been extremely stressful and difficult.
Looking back, I am not sure how much I learned, expect perhaps how dark and illogical humanity could be.
I want a job that does some good in the world, not one that makes money by helping rich bastards with nothing better to do than to manipulate and complicate how society functions.
Gazing at the road ahead, I see nothing but fog.
Nevertheless, I finished, my battle is over. That's what counts at this moment.
p.s. how ironic that the first piece of work that I got a 1st in was not a Law module...
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