A lot of glaring mistakes I suppose. Haiz. Need to buck up! The following is the draft of my speech:
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, it's a great pleasure for me to be standing here, giving my first prepared speech for the club.
I shall proceed to introduce a bit more about myself here tonight. Since the theme for this evening is Hello!win, I shall tell you a story about one of the most popular characters in horror stories – vampires. I will tell you the story of a very interesting yet eccentric vampire who is different from the rest.
Perhaps one has to agree that the spectrum of liberalism and conservatism existed as long as civilisations did, so it is common to hear heated arguments from both sides, on issues such as which breed of humans' blood is tastiest to policies concerning the salaries of our vampire lords. However, this vampire never seems to have a side on anything. He likes to say, “oh, I will like to sit on the fence on this issue.” Very often, he would be asked if his butt hurts sitting on the fence for too long. His reply would be, “Dont worry about me, as the fence I am sitting on is a wooden fence with no pointy edge. Besides, once in a while I would get off it to move about. There will be times when I will sit and face a certain direction too.”
Also, most of the time, this vampire would be spotted wandering alone in the corridors, canteens, cinemas and other public places. During gatherings, he would be seen sitting in a corner observing the crowd with his keen eyes and listening to the range of nonsenses and words of wisdom with his sharp ears. And mostly he would introduce himself as 'introverted but not shy' since others often have the misconception in differentiating introversion and shyness. He likes to explain that, 'you can be extroverted yet shy and also introverted but comfortable in the crowd. Introversion is a choice, but shyness is not.' Therefore, he would say that he chose introversion, although there are some others who would still think otherwise.
However, being a bloodsucker and all, he is bound to be unpopular to a good extent. He would sometimes think that 'Hey, I am born to be like that, am I not.' Still, he would resent the fact that he is a bloodsucker, doing undue harm to those around him, including his loved ones. So for as long as he can remember, he sought help far and wide to get rid of his bloodsucking tendencies, with no avail, and sometimes even sucking the poor gurus dry instead. But fortunately, he bumped into an angel during a misadventure one fine day. That angel said, “I have concocted a potion that would reduce your vampire form. It would not remove your bloodlines completely, so you have to learn how to resist your craving for blood. That is the only long term solution to your, 'problem'”
And now, this half vampire is no longer afraid of the sun, no longer an irritating bloodsucker hated by all. But he still fears the cross, and still hangs on to his best to curb his bloodsucking urges which is still not, and perhaps, gone forever. He is contented nevertheless.
Of course, ladies and gentlemen, it is obvious that this half vampire is referring to yours truly. The message I wanted to bring across, besides sharing a bit about myself, is that leopards can change their spots, some if not all, if they try hard enough. I believe that anyone can change themselves for the better no matter how hard it can be. If a bloodsucker can change himself to be less of a bloodsucker, I don't see why zombies, ghouls, witches, and the like cannot.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Thank you for your time.
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Dear Princess,
I had night duty a few nights ago, under the moonless sky in the garden. Starless too, so I had to stare at the pitch black for the rest of my shift.
It was not as boring as expected. I saw a few glowing butterflies dancing around the fountain, and some wisps glowing within that willow tree.
And occasionally, I could see sparks flying out from your tower. Ah, it must be the spells you were practising hard for the upcoming Kingdom Day parade. Hmmm. I am still not able to predict your performance items for that day. I am looking forward to it.
I played around with my lance to keep myself active and awake in the ungodly hours. Every stroke with power and intensity, but I still lacked precision. I need more practice.
The night remained moonless, before the castle bell rang, signalling the beginning of the new day. As I headed my way back to the guard tower, I turned my head, for a glimpse of the beautiful sunrise that would come eventually.