2011′s past and a memory it will be.

So. Looking back at 2011, I really got nothing much to say. There weren’t any crazy stuff left for me to say because I’m not with my secondary school mates, which well, to be honest, crazy enough to do stupid things that made it memorable. But there was a lot of changes. The date 4/4/11, was one. If only I was harsh enough. There’s also the lost of a friend. Well, I guess he deserved it. I met a whole bunch of new friends though. Since we change class every semester.
I started to sing. Which was funny, then I started to be serious. Not as in writing songs and all, but trying to sing properly, instead of goofing around. I also bought a tv, and a guitar and gloves and …… I don’t remember. I need to move and run, too much energy and I’ve got nothing planned tonight. So much for the last day of the year.

what?

Reading up my old posts.. I realised I’ve been through quite a lot. Even though i haven’t posted a lot.

Actually, I think.. just like any other people. I have a million things on my mind and i just don’t know what to write. My mind is empty, yet filled with things I want to express. So, maybe i’ll just come up and say this one thing.

I probably will never forget you. I learnt many things being with you. even more when you left. Maybe it’s a good thing you leaving me, Because without that. I don’t think i’ll meet such a great friend like Theodoros Chan. She… is special, you know. I’m not afraid of being myself with her. I can say whatever I want and I won’t feel awkward about it. And she’s being an ass, not talking to me.

My life may seem like a wreck now, but hey! there are some ups other than the downs. Let me think….

I finally met up with my old mates back in the days from CO. Edison Genesis Sylvester Jingkai. It’s a pity though, that Ziyong Zhichuen and Ruixiang couldn’t make it. We had fun, even though we were bored at some point of time, but it’s good. Having the company of such old friends. It just allows us to remember the days so well, we can fill in what the other has forgotten. You know, there’s always a second perspective, in this case. I have 4 other perspective.

So, even though there’s this happy occasion, Sad events tend to weigh heavier all the time, you can’t seem to shake off the feeling of remorse. For me, i’m always reminded of events at any point of day and from there, i just tumble down to depressionLand. This may be the moment, but i think i’m doing pretty well today. Maybe I just didn’t let go. But it’s tough. some of you may know that. But it isn’t the same, When you’re telling people to do it, and when you’re facing it yourself. .

I just watched a youtube video, and this little girl’s wish to santa, was that her father to come back from iraq. and when she sat on santa’s lap in the class, she wished for the exact same thing. Well, ‘santa’ took off his hat and beard, revealing that it’s her dad. That moment was so touching, i swear i teared. It’s not often I do this. But well, I really do believe that christmas should be spent with your loved ones. you have the whole day, you have time to go around. maybe some are too far indeed. But don’t forget the ones that are by your side. I am glad i spent christmas night with my parents, even though it was just like any other night together. But at least i spent my night with them. They aren’t getting any younger. and i should be mature enough to know that, they are getting weaker, and they need their children’s love more often than the past.

even right now, mom and dad is down with cold. I bought herbal tea for them and they smiled to me. Just that alone, is enough for me. In the past, i may have expected a refund. But well, What the hell for? I think that their health are much more important to me than money. I cannot imagine what will i do when they are gone. I reckon I’ll just feel lost, and unsure of where i should be going. It’s no use thinking now though. I’m too young to do anything. I’ll have you know, my step brother better not fill the shoes of the family. I’ll be better off by myself.

Well, enough of this blabbering idiot eh. New years eve just another day for me. Just by myself. In my room. Keeping quiet. Lying around.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -

Hi again.

Hey guys. I guess I would start writing again. Or posting what I’ve been writing so far. My christmas paragraph, my dragging story, some rat in narnia. Who knows what else! Stay tuned, if anyone is still gonna read this old wordpress of mine. It’s been, 4 years now.

Christmas

Shh… Just listen.

With any luck.. By next year, I’ll be going out with one of these girls….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But for now… Let me say, without hope or agenda.. Just because it’s Christmas(and at Christmas you tell the truth)

To me, You are Perfect and my wasted heart will love you..

Until you look like this…..

But who am I kidding? You know that isn’t true. I won’t stop loving you.

But I am walking away, from this beautiful past, towards a future I can look forward to.

The Hunter.

His grey long hair along with his scars along his face showed the time and hardship spent on adventures. Donned with thick leather armor, He was equipped with a shield at his back, double swords and gauntlets, and bow and arrows. A Quadra Hunter. With ice cold eyes and a powerful regal figure, people knew better than to mess with him.  He could easily outsize anyone, but he did not seem to be one that is slow. He is the very first Hunter of the demons.

 

Surrounded by a group of demons, He unleashed his fang regalia gauntlets. He sliced them apart and proved the demon lord that no demon group can ever hope to stop him. Fearful of his power, the demon lord sent the seductive  witch to seduce and seal him forever. Without knowledge that He already did all preparations before the witch appeared, his will was sent out to a peaceful little place called Brisel.

By the time the will was found, the demon lord would have absolute control over the world, creating torture, hunger and pain throughout the lands…

 

Goodbye

It doesn’t feel like I have any time anymore. Then again, I made myself busy. I just chose not to return to this place. Besides, twitter already has my daily dose of babble and ramblings. I’ve decided to stop my story. I won’t release it anymore, but i’ll continue it. So it’s just for my own enjoyment. Boohoo, too bad. LOL, nah, I want to stick that to myself. I’m so busy that I’ve left this post dangling for months now. Didn’t really have the time, or the heart to actually finish it. Maybe one day I’ll post all the short stories just for the fun of it. Till then, I’ll be gone from this place till I’m emotionally unstable. Don’t hope for me to come back if you come and check this site for updates(that’s impossible) because that will mean you are cursing me to have an emotional landslide.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -

Chapter Two – An Old Friend

You might wonder why is a genius like himself stuck in such a dumpster of an apartment. Michael is planning something. Something only he is capable of doing. However, that doesn’t come till much later..

It was a Saturday morning, when I finally reached my destination. My belongings have already been moved up to the apartment. The only thing left is me. As I walked up the stairs to the third floor along the hallway to the left, I’ll never forget that eerie chill down my spine as I looked straight ahead to the apartment two doors away from mine. The apartment felt strangely haunting as if inviting me over, yet at the same time, it.. Well, scared the shit out of me. Approaching the apartment would be for when I am braver, so I decided to head to my own apartment and get settled down.

The whole apartment was huge and safe.  Quartzite stone decor, fireproof and non-slippery in nature. This was a mansion compared to my old place. I wondered why this place was so much cheaper than the market rate. I did my research of the place.. Nothing was found. As I lay down on the bed, thinking about the possibilities of the pricing.  A sound so impossible, it made me raises my guard. Footsteps. I was alone; there shouldn’t be anyone in the apartment. I reached for the nearest weapon, in this case…. A feather duster… Pretty lame for a weapon, i know. But i grabbed anything nearest to me. Heck, I could have grabbed my pillow instead.

As I moved to the door slowly to see who my assailant is, a woman’s voice came from the outside…

“You think that feather duster could bring me down, Gerald?” The woman said.

“Oh my, Jen?” I said.

Hey guys, I hope you guys weren’t expecting me to release chapters regularly. After 2 long months. I’ve finally published Chapter 2! Which is a great achievement for me with all the school and all. Please comment. I don’t have confidence in my work, so i need comments. hehe.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -

Remember.

I don’t exactly feel happy about the results. But I feel proud, because you guys continued walking on this golden path. I feel a sense of achievement because I said there’s nothing to worry and we were right, when you all said we were lying. But what do YOU feel? Do not remember you guys got gold, but remember how you got it. Remember the final note hanging in the air. All those memories are more important than the gold. Yes, you can tell people you got gold. But be humble. Remember getting it do not come easy. Remember how you clawed your way through the final steps. Remember the tears you shed for whatever you guys have done, or failed to do. Because it is all of these that matters and not the result. It is all of this that made you all who you are today. All these memories joined together, was a dream and now a reality. Look back, and reminisce the fast past but do not regret not doing certain things because if you do, moving forward will be an impossible task. So remember this feeling you all felt, because this will be the only time you will be able to experience this feeling. It will be one of a kind and unforgettable.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -

Chapter one – Raizel

Hey guys, this time, it’s not my story. It is someone else’s story, a true story about what I found out.  I’m risking my life to tell you this. His lawyers are all over me. Luckily, my brother is a lawyer himself and a really tough one too.  So as I write this, he is defending me. So let me make this quick. It all started two years ago, in the year 2009…

His adventurous mother died while sky diving, while his mental father escaped the asylum 48 hours ago. But all that did not matter to 18 year old Michael. His parents only did their parts till he was 7. In other words, He lived on his own ever since. He didn’t need his parents anyway.  At the age of 13, he solved every test thrown at him and has sent the greatest medical minds locked up in their own hospitals. No doubt, he is a child prodigy. He can take care of himself, and thus, no one bothered about him. So there he was, alone in his apartment. .

The apartment was filled full with garbage. Packets of leftover food have strewn the floor. Many strange equipment lying around, many parts of machinery left lying around longing to be assembled. This place is definitely abandoned. But there he was, in his room, staring at flat screens. Yes, Screens. No one knows how he got them; no one knew he had them anyways. Everyone avoided him simply because they felt inferior when standing beside him.

He has long unkempt blonde hair, wearing a dirty white shirt and denim jeans. All the grease and oil from the machines became his cloak. One can only imagine how long he have not taken a bath. He was wearing a headgear that a pilot would wear, only more advanced. An eye scanner to log on to his computers, a microphone for phone calls and a sensor to detect any signs of motion and temperature changes around the place besides Michael himself.

“Power down,” Michael said.

One by one, the screens shut down. Yes, all of the equipment is voice controlled. All built by himself. Remember the equipment and scrap parts lying around the apartment? Those were the base of all his devices in the room. How he powered the devices, without paying the bill, is amazing.

He dismantled all sources of power, and using the parts, he invented an auto generator running on just a rechargeable battery. With this generator, he could power twenty households for 8 years. However, this generator could only power Michael’s room for 2 years.

This is the genius, the prodigy and his name is Michael Cadis Di Raizel.

If you are reading this, Please give me comments to tell me whether i should continue or not. Oh yeah, and tell me how i can improve so i’ll be better. Comments will be much appreciated. Thank you.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -

When Five Fell

Wongfu productions make me feel good all the time.

The morning, is when she lingers. It’s before the world wants anything from her. And, that’s when she’s most beautiful. It’s true not many saw her like that. But I can’t say I was the only one. Even though we each had our own beginnings, mornings like this, were shared between us all.

She used to tell people that it was like the world was strung with a dull piece of charcoal. That was before me. Now that she sees things my way, everything makes a little more sense. This is me. If I’m in for anything, it’s to show her the world. Is that so bad?

The quiet morning like the many before it, calm, comfortable. But comfort can be terribly blinding. The difference with this particular morning, is in a call.

She smiles. For who? I can’t see anymore. She tells me she wants to be a raindrop. She doesn’t mind falling, as long as she’s not alone. And raindrops, are never alone. She always has a new story to tell me. Today, it’s about being a raindrop. I wish I could have been there, because stories aren’t always enough. And words, can only go so far. This is me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s still talking to me, or I’m just eavesdropping. It used to be everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes for minutes. Healthy relationships are based on communication. But her words, however sweet and real, sound so distant. Now, they flow past me effortlessly, as if they were meant for someone else.

She must know what she does to me. Her every touch, every time she holds my hand, every time she holds me close. This is me. If you hold my hand, I’ll be yours forever. A simple promise. That’s all I can offer. Is it enough? It may be too late for me, it may be too late.

Anyone can look from a distance. A stranger can look from a distance. What’s so special about that? But to know her scent, means something else. It means, we’ve been close, closer than anyone else. I dare say I’m lucky. But when she doesn’t want me, or she’s away, and it’s just her scent, with me. I can only feel, forgotten. This is me, left behind. Am I the stranger now?

There are those nights, where its just the two of us. And she softly hides in her own thoughts, and only one thing seems to melt the cold silence. A kiss. This is me. Ask me what the perfect day tastes like? And I’ll say, Her lips. She was my first kiss, it has to mean something, something sure and true. Because a taste of a pure kiss can’t be sure, it’s the dreadfully romantic idea. But there can be only one. The question is, am I, her only one? I’m afraid the truth will break me. But her kiss is convincing. I’m not her only one.

She said she wanted to be a raindrop, but today it finally broke us. She had found her own default, her own default form. Today, she was a raindrop.

The glasses represent sight. In a relationship, there are times when our one desire is to share with the other person. We hope to offer a new perspective. To learn and grow from each other in that way. To show the world. Unfortunately, nothing stays clear forever. Many things can blind us: jealousy, doubt, overthinking, and ironically, comfort.

The phone represents hearing. Relationships can’t exist without listening and communication. Sometimes, circumstances prevent people from communicating face to face. That distance greatly effects them. We hear about experiences when what we really want is to live them. Words can only go so far. The phone is interesting because it is constantly eavesdropping on our talks. What would that feel like? To always be talked to but never the subject of conversation. It must hurt to be so unknowingly ignored.

The umbrella represents touch. The very simple idea of being close enough to touch someone. Physical contact. To be able to hold, cover, protect. These are basic parts of a relationship we hope to fulfill. Essentially an umbrella reflects occasional necessity. But who would want that? To feel needed when it’s only convenient.

The scarf represents smell. The intimacy of knowing someones scent is very special. It’s a privelege that isn’t easily shared and is often overlooked. It may sound ridiculous, but who are the people you can identifty with smell? Most likely those that you are very close with. People you have known for more than awhile. Also, scents can fade. Physical contact carries and transfers a scent but when that contact disappears, the scent is no longer.

The cup represents taste. More specifically, the cup represents a kiss. And a kiss is the most universal symbol of love and affection. The fact that it describes a first kiss is even more significant. A first kiss is innocent and naive. We cherish it as though it will last forever. But when the cup is broken, the kiss is no longer possible– just like a relationship.

A pair of glasses that goes blind. A phone that resorts to eavesdropping. An umbrella that longs to be held. A scarf that treasures scent. A cup that wants to be kissed. These are the ways I tried to personify the objects to show they fell in and out of love. Between the five, viewers should be able to relate to different dimensions and roles of a relationship. Whether it’s budding in the early stages, the challenge of long distance, slowly fading feelings, or losing out to someone else. Even the order of the objects in the short show a progression in the relationship. Starting from looking and eventually moving onto touching.

I find the script<is that what you call it?> really heartfelt, so I had it on play, and wrote it down. This is awesome and the soundtrack is great.

You can’t have a high without a low. Just like how without darkness, there is no light. Luckily for me, there are more ‘highs’ than there are ‘lows’.

- Gerald Jericho Cornerstone -