Name: SilverSylph
Age: 14
Country: Singapore
I am me. I am a writer, a playwright when I feel like it, rarely a poet. I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece. I am a friend, an ally, an enemy, an advisor. I am nice, mean, good, bad, wonderful, terrible, graceful, clumsy, silent, noisy, careful, careless, clever, stupid, unannoying, irritating, coarse, refined, tactful, tactless. I am quite aware that I've told you everything and nothing, and I am damn proud of it too.
Date: 8 September 2008
News: In case anyone gets their hopes up, it's exam period now, so no, there will be no new chapters of MP for a month and a half at least. Sorry about that.
I did put in something new at Bits and Snippets though. It's supposed to be the sequel to the previous one. Hope you all enjoy it!
Quotes:
"Ros, do you want to go out on a date?" "No." "Oh, I'm sorry, you misheard me. You look fat in that dress."
- S'pore Radio, 98.7 FM
The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it. - George Bernard Shaw
If I were a superhero, or not even, just one blessed with some special power, mine would be all about having the ability to know exactly what to say, in one line, to get someone to do things my way. Just like that. -- So I Was Hit By A Car The Other Day by Lainiee
"Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you've got to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something...incredibly...stupid." - Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean.
Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. ~unknown
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it. ~Jack Handley
Bits and Snippets:
Peter smiled at the petite girl's retreating figure. As if she sensed his eyes on her, the brunette turned back and glared at him. He smirked and tipped a mocking toast to her with his cappuccino. She gave an indignant huff and stalked away, her pretty little nose held high in the air. Peter smothered a laugh, one hand over his mouth, the other in his pocket fingering the leftover ninety bucks from the hundred that Daemon had given him before leaving for England. No doubt the guy had meant for him to take Eleanor to a nice restaurant for dinner. Italian perhaps, or even French; Eleanor would love Mexican. But this worked out just as well, didn't it? Peter swirled the coffee in the paper cup, admiring the white swirls of foam against the brown.
Of course, there was that little matter of him deliberately insulting the girl, mocking her, snubbing her, laughing at her; basically being as beastly as he could to Daemon's precious little girlfriend. He even went the extra mile of letting the cafe door shut in her face; he could be a horrible date if he wanted to. He did do something gentlemanly for her though; he paid the bill and pulled out her chair for her. Even though he did conveniently forget to push the chair in and nearly caused her to fall flat on her cute little behind in the process.
But those were all just tiny, unimportant details, necessary sacrifices for the greater good; which would be the reunion of Daemon and Eleanor. And driving the leading lady off the edge and straight into the arms of her noble knight would certainly make for a grand finale to this tiresome drama. Besides, he deserved a bit of pleasure after getting that noisy little brat pushed to him like some ratty, shitty, almost-falling-to-pieces consolation prize that you get when you fail to hit the bulls' eye at a shabby funfair dart stall, while her beloved boyfriend went to England. She may be horrid, but surely not to the extent of him leaving the country just to avoid her? Daemon might have done it for a good cause, but this time he may have gone just a little overboard. Judging from Eleanor's reaction, not even his pretty boy looks could save him now. Though right now, he was probably moping around the house and missing her so bad, he wouldn't mind letting the little harpy tear him to pieces if she wanted to.
Not that he cared; he was just in it to rip Daemon off. Again. He may be rich, but ninety bucks was still a prize. And there was that delicious wedding - or at the very least - engagement cake, to look forward to. It would be tiramisu, despite Eleanor's intense hatred of the Italian confection. In fact, he was going to blackmail Daemon into making it tiramisu; that favor the guy owed him was going to come in handy after all. Peter grinned in sadistic delight at the thought of how much fuss Princess Eleanor would make. He could have sighed in pleasure; he did so love his tiramisu.
Peter sipped his coffee, inhaling the aromatic smell. "Ah well, you can't say I haven't tried." He toasted an invisible figure in front of him. "It's all up to you now, ..."
"Brother."
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