The Chrono Realms of the Fatesealer

2005-12-17T04:59:00.000+08:00

The Angel and the Dragon.

The former donned a matching set of dazzling white clothes while the latter was clad in an emerald green hooded cloak, which was similar to that of a monk's, save that it was slightly more intimidating.

The colour of the cloak was different too, for the green tones of the cloak would glimmer and glow every now and then, giving it the look that it was alive.

In a way, it was.

They strode down the bloodstained corridors of the Citadel, both of them not saying anything. Their footsteps echoed around them as their feet trod against the hard marble floor, and a word of complaint came from the thin hooded figure:

"Tell me little one, why am I even here?"

The young man beside him laughed.

"You must have grown senile, dude. The situation is very simple: this guy who calls himself Duke Terribilis is going to build a modern-day version of the Infernal Machine, and basically try and annihilate the planet itself."

The pair came to a fork in the corridor, and the green-robed man waved his hand once in the air before motioning for his companion to walk through the right corridor.

"With the destruction of the planet, there will be no Laws that can be upheld. With no Laws to uphold, your existence on this Earth is meaningless, and thus your decision to come along."

Sniffing, the bespectacled Azeari shook his head imperceptibly. There were times when the things he did made no sense at all, even to him. As they walked, he became aware of voices in the distance.

Looking in front of him, he saw that the corridor ended at a huge door, probably fifteen feet tall and two feet thick. His eyes suddenly glowed once, and they took on a yellowish reptilian sheen for a split moment, before returning to normal.

"Keep still. The door is made of pure iron and it's triple-locked, with iron bars laid behind it. There are at least fifty defensive and offensive spells each laid across and around it that could make the three Unforgivable Curses in Harry Potter look like second-grade laser pointers, not to mention the various ghost guardians around it."

The Angel pursed his lips, though he knew exactly what was going to happen.

"What shall we do then?"

The Dragon stepped forward.

"This."

He stretched out his hand once, and the door shattered.

There was no remaining trace of the spells at all, and save for a shriek that was cut-off midway, there was nothing to show that there were even ghosts guarding the door once. A bright orange light shone through the doorway, and they stepped through, expecting to find the Duke Terribilis ("What a boring name," said the Dragon) sitting there on his throne.

But all they found was a sea of black.

Then the Angel realised it was just that the giant hall was filled with hundreds of the Duke's warriors, all of them with pasty skin, long and mussed up hair, a lot of eye liner, angry or indifferent expressions and in mostly black-toned clothes.

"Oh no..." the Angel muttered under his breath.

"It can't be..."

"It's an army of emo-kids!" the white-clad man exclaimed.

"God help us both." The Dragon sighed.

With a single roar, they charged at the two friends; some glowing with red energy, some wielding huge melee weapons, and some even holding machine guns and rifles.

The Dragon was about to wave his hand again, when the Angel stopped him and shook his head. No way was he going let him wreak havoc and carnage again. The bloodstained corridor outside was the Dragon's doing, and while he had no qualms about ending the existence of unnatural creatures like demons on the earth, he did not want to see a whole horde of humans lose their lives no matter how misguided they were.

Besides, it was about time he did something.

Raising his right hand up to the ceiling, he began to concentrate the power that he had been bestowed with into a blazing sphere of white energy that floated slightly above his right hand.

However, just as he was about to release it as a powerful nova of holy energy that would knock everybody off their feet, he was stopped by the sight of every single one of them frozen to the spot, staring at something above him.

It was then that he felt a powerful presence of another Alternatist. One that was very familiar to him. He looked up, and the graceful shape of a phoenix greeted his eyes.

Looking a little closer, he saw that it was a girl floating in mid-air and she was completely covered in flames. The conflagration that surrounded her was the colour of snow, and she bent down to grin at him cheekily as he scowled good-naturedly at her for stealing his chance to show off.

There was a sudden urge in him to yell out to her and say: "Hey! Birds of a feather really flock together here eh? Even you came!", but he stopped himself just in time after he remembered what had happened the last time he had called her an emo-kid.

It wasn't pretty.

"The Snow Phoenix..." the green-robed figure whispered thoughtfully at the sight.

"I'll take care of these emo-kids, okay?" The Snow Phoenix said, emphasizing on the word "emo" as she slowly floated downwards, and while the flames that covered her from head to toe obscured what she was wearing, her beauty was still undeniable. There was no heat coming off her though, and true to her name, it felt as if he was standing in an avalanche.

"You go on with your friend. That robot-looking thing seems ready to move anytime." She motioned to the Angel, who knew she was talking about the Infernal Machine, and quickly moved through the crowd with the Dragon towards the end of the hall.

Again there was another door, and this time, it had six hundred and sixty-six spells on the door, combined with even more demonic guardians around the entrance. But this time, there was no mistake. It had to be the door to the throne room of the Duke.

Again, all the Dragon had to do was to stretch his hand out his hand, albeit with a little more effort this time, and the door simply dissolved.

When they walked in, they found themselves in a circular room with regal designs and patterns all over the place. A red carpet lead from where the door had been, and it ended at the feet of a harsh-looking throne that was empty.

The next thing they knew was that the throne room was filled with a smooth and slick voice.

"Oh hello. What do we have here? A lizard and a church kid? Is that all that this world can do to protect itself?" The voice cleared its throat loudly once, before continuing. "Please make yourselves at home, while I end the existence of everything in this world in this masterpiece of mine."

After saying thus, the patterns on the wall warped and distorted to form magical wards which caused a barrier around the room, not allowing them to leave.

"In case, the two of you get bored, I have provided female entertainment for you."

Again, after the words faded away, the throne suddenly shifted and turned into a pedestal, where something encased in a block of ice slowly materialised above it.

No. It was someone in that block of ice, and the Angel knew exactly who she was.

An indescribable anger rose in his heart, a flame that burned fiercer than the core of the sun, a fury that threatened to overwhelm his good sense came over him, and he could almost feel the berserker in him rise up.

But this was not the time for him to unleash one of his baresark rages, and he quelled it.

Instead he filled himself with the peace of Truth, and he tapped the Dragon on his shoulder.

"You find and finish the Duke. I'll handle her."

After looking at him for a few seconds, the Dragon simply nodded, and walked through the wall as if it wasn't even there at all, leaving a man-shaped hole in the wall.

A split second later, a terrifying, draconic roar that shook the very foundations of the Citadel and the deep recesses of the Angel's heart sounded, and immediately Joshua felt pity for the Duke.

But what he was more concerned about at the moment was the block of ice that was now cracking and breaking apart. Spider-web patterns appeared all over the formerly pristine surface of the ice block, and with a loud crack, the block exploded.

Shielding his eyes with his arm, Joshua waited for the ice bits to stop flying about before taking a look again. What he saw then however, broke his heart.

It was Tiara, but it was a different Tiara from the one he knew. The previous one was living the average unbelieving life, but she had some measure of happiness. The Tiara that floated before him now...was the very epitome of cold, unfeeling ice.

Her long hair fell in straight frozen threads behind her shoulder-blades, and her once stunning visage was now etched in a frozen stare of hate, her eyes orbs of black with gleaming cyan pupils. While the azure body-hugging outfit she wore complemented and brought out her figure perfectly, there was nothing but the desire to hurt and kill in her body language.

Worse; in her hands lay one of the most powerful cursed artefacts of the spiritual realm: the dreaded Sceptre of Malygos. Within its black and gold shaft and the huge sapphire gem affixed on it, the awesome power of ice and snow was bound, but with power came a terrible price: the user of the staff would sacrifice a little of his or her mind every time it was used, until he or she went completely insane.

Upon seeing it the Angel tensed, remembering how he was frozen in a block of ice by that very sceptre some time ago. He wanted to say something, to tell Tiara that it didn't have to end like this, but before he could even speak, a huge spike of ice formed in front of her, and shot towards Joshua.

It cut through the air smoothly and just as it was one foot away from his chest, it slammed into a huge, white, powerful feathered wing; Joshua's wing. The ice javelin cracked once, and then shattered into a million pieces.

The reason for his Alternatist name was now clear, the enormous pair of white feathered wings that could appear and disappear at any time which sprouted from his back. They were almost indestructible, able to grow larger or smaller at his command and they didn't seem to have limitations as to how they could stretch at all.

Tiara however, was not impressed. Howling her rage to the empty air, she unleashed one of the most powerful ice attacks he ever seen: the temperature of the room suddenly dropped to minus fifteen degrees Celsius, and as the whole room froze over, hundreds of icy explosions, caused by the moisture in the air freezing and shattering with great force, occurred all over the room, destroying close to everything in it.

The sheer power of the attack caused even the magical wards of the room to fail, and immediately the walls succumbed around them, leaving them on top of a plateau, which was all that remained of the throne room, for the throne room was in the highest tower, and now it resembled a cliff, albeit one with ice all over it.

When the dust finally settled, the Angel was completely frozen inside an ice block, and there was no sign that he was alive at all. Seeing thus, Tiara began to laugh maniacally, and the sceptre became slack in her hands.

Inside the block of ice though, the feathers of his wings slowly but surely began to curl up and turn black, and soon the ice began to melt bit by bit.

Without any warning at all, the ice that held the Angel captive suddenly turned into steam, and all she saw was a burst of flame, the rustling of sizzling wings, before the sceptre was knocked out of her hands.

A pair of hands now gripped her shoulders lightly, and with a shock, she saw that it was the Angel who was holding her, his dark sepia eyes glowing with a golden light. She was then aware of the light and warmth of an inferno around her, but when she realised what it was, she got a terrible shock.

The Angel now had wings of Fire, and no ice, no water, not anything in this world or this universe could ever hope to put it out. Those wings were now wrapped around her, but as she screamed in fear, a new feeling came into her heart, a new emotion that she had not felt for a long time:

The warmth of Love, not human but Divine, not destroying but Consuming.

The both of them stood like this for a long time, one speaking to the Source of the Fire for the first time in her life, the other simply keeping her warm and safe as his eyes caught the sight of a mega-sized green chromatic dragon fighting tooth, claw, and every weapon it had at its disposal against an equally large machine of mass destruction that could break the planet apart in a single day.

The Angel, his wings still blazing with His Fire, considered telling them to keep it down so as not to distract Tiara, but in the end, for obvious reasons, he decided not to.

*******

I have no idea why I wrote that.

It's completely OOC for David, and I'm no winged protector, nor does Tiara even know that I exist.

*grin* There's always hope though.

Just kidding.

In other news, I have run out of inspiration and the discipline to write more often. Please encourage this poor writer to write more! ROFL.

Kay. Maybe not.

P.S I can't get my comments to work. Anyone can teach me how to set up comments? I need to know how to use it. Tagboards are out man. Comments are the new Hotness.

The Fatesealer Returns

2005-08-30T23:34:00.000+08:00

It was not a pretty sight the full moon shone down on. Almost an hour ago, the forest clearing had been a campsite where a group of robbers and killers had set up camp, fresh from their last raiding spree, where they had destroyed three small settlements in a week.

Their loot all lay in one corner of the settlement, where they placed four strong guards, all of whom knew enough not to steal from the pile, for their leader, Derrick Drogo, possessed powers they did not have. He had some skill in terms of the First Echelon abilities, and was not unfamiliar to the Second Echelon's as well. While he had not formed his spirit weapon yet, he could channel his spiritual energies into his fearsome broadsword, to give it the strength of a decent Second Echelon spirit weapon.

However, four red bolts of Shadow energy had pierced the four guard's spines the second they had taken up their posts, and now they could neither move, nor yell for help.

Then the Dark Lady of Death, She of the Lupine Pack, had arrived to pour vengeance upon them, and now the dire wolves ripped through flesh and bone, and tore through the band of killers and bandits.

She said nothing, her grey eyes flashing with emotion while she cradled a cute wolf cub in her right arm.

Finally, the wolves surrounded a single person.

The last one who remained was the leader of the now-dead group of robbers and murderers.

Derrick Drogo.

"So you must think you're a pretty powerful man, Drogo, to have murdered three settlements in three days with your little friends." Her cold voice of indifference and sarcasm mixed together wafted through the humid forest air.

The scoundrel simply shook his head smilingly, looking at the remaining wolves that surrounded him

"Why don't you take a look, pretty lady? Those pets of yours, the seven that tried to tear my throat out at least, all lie dead on the ground, felled by my sword. I do not fear you, lady of shadow. I only fear the Slaying Siren, who is not three miles behind me!"

"The Ice Maiden is close! And even if all of these useless wolves can kill me, that...that...Blood Violet will kill you as well!"

She actually has three cheesy names? Even I was only given one!

The six remaining dire wolves growled, and one of them howled for their fallen brethren.

The tall, slender woman held up a pale hand, and placed the wolf cub on the ground.

"Hold, my dears. Let this man's friends take his life for us."

Dark red energy began to gather around her fingers, and in the blink of an eye, shot out towards the body of the dead bodies that surrounded the man.

Slowly, phantasms rose from the bodies of the dead, and each one of them looked eerily like the person that it had spawned from. It seemed as if the souls were back to take their former leader with them.

Alexstrasza, however, knew better. The Dead usually gave up their souls immediately when Death struck, and while she was unsure where they went, souls usually went somewhere, and never stayed around unless God had allowed them to for some purpose.

These Phantasms were merely figures conjured up by her powers, designed to strike fear and regret in their victims.

It didn't seem to work on this one however.

"You are a fool, woman. These things can never hurt me!"

Saying thus, Derrick pulled out a crystal that gave off a golden glow from his pocket. Wincing with pain as he held it, the killer simply hurled the crystal into the ground, right in the midst of the Phantasms.

A shattering of glass sounded, and an explosion of light filled the clearing. She of the Lupine Pack closed her eyes, but she could feel the power emanating from the reaction peeking through the layer of protection that a Mistress of the First Echelon could form on their body to protect it from minor things such as a weak aftershock of an explosion of energy that had just taken place.

When she opened her eyes, the Phantasms were gone. They had been completely vaporized. Sniffing the air, she realised what the blast of power had been.

"A Holy Nova? But the sheer purity of Holy energy would tear a man like you apart! How did you come to summon it?"

Clad in a green army jacket over a mud-coloured tee with a pair of fatigues, Derrick Drogo was an ugly man, and he was even uglier when he smiled or did anything of the kind.

Laughter issued from his cracked lips, and he grinned. "That was courtesy of the Sorcerer who had been arrested by the Guardsmen a few days ago. That guy had figured out a way to store energy into a certain kind of crystal, and I bought a Holy Nova crystal from him. Never knew where he got it from though."

Alexstrasza sighed. She hated getting her hands dirty, but she couldn't risk too many of her dire wolves. There were not many in the world, and to change a normal, mangy wolf into a powerful dire wolf took a lot of Shadow energy. While there was much Dark energy in the world, taking too much of it and then converting it to Shadow energy nauseated her, and the levels of Dark energy she had controlled would have reduced her to shrivelled old hag by now.

Fortunately it didn't happen, for her body was dead anyway.

Her lips curled, and her once-black, now-grey pupils flashed red.

She lifted up her hands to her face, like a boxer in a fighting stance.

Then slowly, three grey claws began to slide out from between her knuckles on each hand. When they had reached their full length which was around a foot long, a dark red glow surrounded the blades.

Drogo was momentarily stunned. Then he shook his head.

"The Negating Bone Claws...?"

She merely smiled, and a touch of fear caressed his heart.

He shook it off.

Snarling, Drogo lifted up his huge broadsword, and he attacked!

And then he died.

Such was the alacrity of her attack that had left her claws deep within his heart, that he had not even time to finish the battle-cry that sprang from his throat, and it ended up as a death rattle that emitted from his throat.

Withdrawing from him, Alexstrasza cleaned her claws on the clothes of the dead Drogo before letting him fall to the ground. The claws, still covered in their eerie red glow, drew back into the spaces between her knuckles. She walked in the middle of the bloody clearing and closed her eyes.

Wearing a raven-coloured cloak that obscured her face with a hood, Alexstrasza wore underneath a t-shirt the colour of ash. Her long legs were complemented perfectly by a pair of black leather pants, and she covered her feet with a sleek set of black riding boots.

She of the Lupine Pack began to draw upon the evil darkness that was in the hearts of these men, and she began to neutralise the vileness of the evil Dark energy that lay dead around her, and when it became the form of a more neutral Shadow energy for her to replenish the little energy that she had expended, she absorbed it.

As the corruptive Dark energy began to drain from their bodies, their bodies began to decompose almost a hundred times faster than it should. Such was the effect of using skills that drained power from bodies.

It took her a few seconds to sense the sudden approach of frost from behind her. Turning around, she could see the clearing slowly become touched by a covering of cold ice.

Frowning, she called for her wolves to come around her. Afraid of this strange freezing air, they gladly complied, their sleek furry forms sliding around her.

The mysterious stream of cold air filled the clearing completely, and out of nowhere, a slow nagging fear touched her. She blinked.

And a girl with long black hair that covered her face appeared.

The Dark Lady sucked in a deep breath, and steadied herself.

So. This is the infamous Slaying Siren that everybody's been talking about...

Almost a year or two ago, she had suddenly emerged from seemingly out of nowhere, and had become the bane of all followers of the Evil Way within two months. She was rumoured to be one of the two unknown girls that the legendary Protector had sacrificed himself for, and also one of those that had destroyed the nefarious Darek Na, leader of the so-called True Life Church, alongside the Steel and Jade Patriots.

Her powers were also considered to be equal or possibly greater than each of the both of them; Captain Edward and the special agent codenamed Cadence Snake-better known as John to his friends- became the heroes of the nation overnight by using their talents and abilities to defend their homeland over and over again, and they were believed to be the most powerful supernatural warriors in the country.

Eyewitnesses described her as a spectre that struck fear deep into the hearts of any who laid their eyes upon her, and that when the battle fully consumed her, a series of ethereal melodies would suddenly resound in the air, and she would begin to sing as she slew, which earned her the name of the Slaying Siren.

Another terrible rumour that spread around, albeit more quietly, was that after the destruction of her enemies, she would begin to dance, slowly and gracefully, in the crimson pool that was the blood of her enemies.

If she sings like one of those Banshees from the Shadow Heart Remnant, I'll sew her lips up first.

All was still for a few moments, as both girls seemingly stared at each other, one beneath the shadow of her cowl, and the other covered by a layer of hair.

While the girl seemed to show no physical deformities or any translucency that may show that the girl was not human, or even alive, there was an unsettling aura about the girl that gave Alexstrasza pause.

The girl had the figure of a young lady who was in her early twenties, at most twenty-three, and the nightgown she wore was once white in colour, but now was a stained purple.

A voice, dreamy and sweet, broke the silence.

"...You killed...them?"

It took Alexstrasza a moment before she realised that it was the girl who had spoken. Surprised that such a fearful person had such a voice, she simply made a non-committal noise.

The wind suddenly blew from behind her, ruffling her cloak, and it blew back the girl's hair, revealing the face of the strange female.

It was a pallid face it revealed, with her eyes closed, her skin smooth as marble, and even under the moonlight and the glow of the freezing aura around her, an unearthly beauty still shone from her face.

Not that the Dark Lady cared anyway. She had seen far better. But there was a familiarity in that face, that face in which she thought she had seen many a time before.

"Death...so much death..." the girl mumbled absently, and her eyes could be seen moving beneath their lids. The pale blue light of the freezing aura touched the dead bodies on the ground one by one, and when it reached the tall cloaked figure standing in front of her, it stopped abruptly.

"You...you are dead too..."

She grinned. "You don’t like it? Too bad then."

The light touch of the chill air was at first like the air of the first coming of winter, where the cold seemed to wrap around one like a cooling blanket. But now it suddenly hardened, and the air became bitterly cold, like the terrible chill of a blizzard.

"Then down...you should stay."

Currents of air began to whip about the strange girl, and the freezing aura increased in power, causing bits of ice to form around her. She seemed to be unperturbed however, and a look of sadness and tragedy came upon her face, and lasted for a second.

Then it vanished, her pallid features became expressionless.

A glimmer of glowing blue energy particles appeared around her right hand, and as Alexstrasza watched in silent horror, rivulets of blood began to leak from the Ice Maiden's eyes and travel down and off her cheek, and floated towards the gathering of particles. Ice also began to materialise in the air, and even the preternatural wolves seemed to hold their breath in fascination as the blood, ice and blue energy particles began to twist and meld together.

The mysterious mix began to solidify and take the shape of a graceful sword, and the rich dark red of the blood within the spirit weapon suddenly began to turn purple in colour, giving the sword a strange purple glow.

Alexstrasza suddenly remembered something that she had learned about blood cells while she was still in school; that when they were starved of oxygen but somehow was still alive, they would be a purple, almost blue colour.

She was disgusted when she realised that the purple colours on the nightgown was actually blood stains drained of oxygen, and that somehow they were still kept alive on it.

Could it have had something to do with the extreme cold? Or is it her spiritual powers that drain the haemoglobin from it? ...Now I know why they call her the Blood Violet...

The spirit weapon had finally finished forming, and she saw that it was three feet or so long, and a couple of inches across, which tapered into a tip towards the end. The purplish-blue light of the sword shone against the girl's figure, giving her a mystic feel. The Ice Maiden's pale fingers slowly closed around the handgrip, like how one would very delicately hold the hand of a child.

Her eyes suddenly flared open, and the grey of Alexstrasza's eyes met the black of the girl's.

It was like looking into the eyes of Death itself.

They seemed dead and empty, like a graveyard that was devoid of even bodies, with nothing but only the darkness to speak to...

A chill went down her spine. But then Alexstrasza realised something else.

This...Ice Maiden has a screw loose in her mind! She's gone crazy!

From this distance, Alexstrasza could still sense the sheer supernatural power emanating from the beautiful sword that lay in the Blood Violet's hand. Knowing that her Claws would not be as efficient a weapon when faced against a weapon of such strength, she went for a different approach instead.

An image of the Grim Reaper appeared in her mind's eye, and in its hands was an enormous scythe, with a skull effigy at the place where blade and shaft intersected.

But this time, the skull that was in the hood was now replaced by the face of the Dark Lady.

Dark red energy particles gathered around her right hand, and a huge black Scythe emerged within her grasp. The shaft was six feet in length, even taller than her, and a wicked-looking, shiny yet black blade extended from the mouth of an ivory skull that was the intersection of shaft and blade. The words Death's Kiss shone a glowing red on the shaft of the Scythe.

The dire wolves, seeing the appearance of the terrible Scythe, quickly moved much further backwards, knowing that there would be a battle that was beyond their ability to help.

The grey eyes of the Dark Lady trembled, and the pupils turned blood red in colour.

The dead, black eyes of the Ice Maiden flashed once, and completely changed. The black pupils now flared into two spheres of bright blue light, and the whites of her eyes were now completely black.

The two of them floated off from the floor.

The Dark Lady struck first.

Death's Kiss hewed left and right, and Alexstrazsa delivered such a terrible flurry of blows that would have desiccated the Blood Violet had it not been for her ghost-like movements and speed, allowing her to parry every attack that Diana dealt.

Every time their weapons swung, there would a trail of colour that followed in its wake, the Dark Lady's reddish-black, and the Blood Violet's purplish-blue. It wasn't just displays of light that they could achieve though. Such was the strength of their blows, that when Alexstrasza missed the girl, a small bunch of fully-grown trees that was in the way was snapped into two.

Out of nowhere, the Blood Violet suddenly stopped and blocked one of Alexstrazsa's attacks from the right with her sword, and with her free left hand, she delivered a powerful blow that struck the Dark Lady's chest.

The burst of chilling blue energy slammed into her. She flew backwards into the trunk of a strong oak tree, and she broke it in half with her impact.

Sitting against the remains of the broken tree, a trail of blood began to flow down one side of her lips as she tried to gather her strength.

Not bad...This nutcase could actually hurt me.

The Ice Maiden would give her no quarter, and her elegant purple sword almost reached Alexstrazsa before she parried the blow with the shaft. This time, the Ice Maiden was on the offensive, and Alexstrazsa was impressed at the strength behind her blows.

Her spiritual strength, even when not at full capacity, matches my might at a third of my full power. With her incredible speed and her state of mind, no wonder that scum Derrick was so afraid of her just now!

There was something about the way she moved however. It was as if the whole thing was a beautiful choreographed dance of death, her black hair billowing in the wind, her sword sweeping from up and down, left and right, her lithe body twisting here and there to deliver strikes from angles that the Dark Lady had never seen before.

Too bad it isn't enough.

As the Slaying Siren thrust her blade at her with both hands, the Dark Lady knocked it upwards with the shaft of the enormous Scythe.

Alexstrasza fired a quick snap kick into the belly of the Blood Violet, and she bent forward with pain. Rearing her leg back again, she then delivered a powerful kick that slammed into the girl's face, and sent her into a somersault.

Reeling from the strength of the kick, the Ice Maiden flipped backwards and landed on her face, making a depression in the earth.

Slowly, she began to float upwards, and moved back into her stance or the lack of it anyway, since she simply floated limply in the air, her frightening blue pupils against black shining with absolutely no emotion at all, even when blood began to flow from her nose and pale lips.

They were a huge contrast when compared to the raging red pupils of her opponent, who now realised that they were quite evenly matched.

We have both mastered the First Echelon of our spiritual fighting prowess, and while I have already reached the last level of my Second Echelon Skills, the Thirteenth Level of my Dark Vengeance Axiom, this girl seems to also have maximised her potential in her Second Echelon skills...

The key is, has she reached the Final Echelon of spiritual power? I sense there is a great wealth of power within her still, and to have gained such a reputation for destruction...

The clearing was now completely covered with ice, and it was now twice the size of its original size, for their fight had been so destructive that the trees around its perimeter had either been cut down or destroyed.

No...to even reach the Final Echelon, one has to have a proper state of mind, to be able to fathom and wield the power that one has been given...This madwoman has reached such levels of power only because of she had been born with such a capacity...But unless she regains her true self again, her level of power can never surpass the maximum of the Second Echelon!

There seemed to be something strange going on elsewhere in the forest, as she could feel the touch of both sunlight and moonlight here and there. But the situation was too tense for her to simply leave and investigate it.

Knowing that the girl would now call upon her full prowess to try and destroy her, Alexstrasza summoned the Twelfth level of her Dark Vengeance Axiom; reserving the last level of power should anything go awry.

A dark red aura surrounded her, and her blood red eyes glowed with power. The air began to sweep around her, caused by the immense swirling and gathering of her energy. Still floating above the ground, the Dark Lady cut a fearsome figure, with the shaft of her Scythe now covered with red glowing symbols, and even the huge skull that had the blade sprouting out of its mouth looked even more fearsome as its eyes began to glow red as well.

The Ice Maiden raised her sword horizontally to the right, and her long raven-coloured hair began to billow in the wind, as she seemed to use all but her final level of power that she had attained. She became surrounded by a huge sphere of bright blue energy, and the freezing aura grew even colder. Her eyes were still the same, glowing cyan against jet black, and still there was...nothing in it.

There are some who say that the eyes are the windows to one's soul. Well, from your eyes, I can see that we're not so different after all. For I am a living soul that has a dead body, while you have a living body that contains a dead soul.

They floated before each other again, brooding red against shimmering cyan, one having the visage of the Grim Reaper and the other the appearance of a frightening apparition.

Suddenly, a bright light shone from the west side of the clearing, and as they turned to it, a gigantic wave of light engulfed them, and they could feel the power of the shockwave that washed over them.

The Dark Lady was shocked.

What...what kind of person has power of such magnitude?

She could sense the place where the unleashing of the Holy Light had taken place: it was almost fifty miles away, and yet she could see and feel the aftershocks of it.

It was the Holy Light...no question...The energy was too dispersed to have been a Holy Light Shockwave, and the area of effect far too wide to have been a Holy Shock. The thing is, the greatest Holy Light ever produced was made by the combined efforts of Master Tristan and Sir Arthur, the two of the four greatest Paladins in the world, and it was only a mere fraction of such a display...!

Even the Blood Violet seemed to be perturbed by it, and her eyes now scanned the trajectory of the bright light. She also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and her expressionless demeanour began to soften into something else.

Worry? This crazy girl's worried about someone else?

Suddenly she remembered that during the fight, she could sense both sunlight and moonlight being drawn from the skies towards...towards the place where the Holy Light had been unleashed!

Alexstrasza suddenly realised that it had been a Final Echelon skill-the ability to use the power of the Sun and the Moon-that somebody had been using, and she suspected that the particular somebody was an extremely close friend of the Ice Maiden, and even now she could feel the anxiety emanating from the girl.

A sense of pity suddenly came over her, as she began to see what the girl had once been before becoming like this. Sure, Alexstrasza herself had been nothing like her, and she didn't really like that particular kind of girl, but she could feel an innocence and purity within her that was rare as a rose in the Arctic Circle.

Whatever vestiges of sanity that continued to remain in the Blood Violet, remained only because she had this friend of hers. Without him or her, she suspected that the girl would have become completely insane. At this point, she still could differentiate between good and evil (though she made a mistake in this case). If she could not, who knew what kind of havoc she would wreak?

"It's your friend isn't it?"

The Slaying Siren turned, her eyes having returned to a normal black and white, though the look of utter emptiness was still there.

She nodded once, and Alexstrasza allowed her blood red eyes to fade back to grey as well.

"Go and find her then. I won't try to attack you."

"Better move fast though; a Holy Light of such power could have hurt her really badly."

I doubt it though. If that person was using Final Echelon skills, she would have had the speed and power to defend herself from it.

Before the words were completely out of her mouth, the girl suddenly seemed to vanish from her sight. She knew of course, that the girl had simply moved at her top speed to find her friend.

As she began to calm her Shadow energies down after dispersing the Scythe into pure energy to return into her body, she could feel a cold breeze brush across her face, and on it was a soft, sweet whisper:

"Thank you."

The tall cloaked lady rolled her eyes, though she had a smile on her face, and gathered her wolves to her side, cuddling all of them together, before lying down on the softened ground as the frost began to leave it.

The strange thing about being in her particular state of so-called 'death' was that even though she could not feel pain and extreme heat or cold anymore, she could still feel, and even stranger, taste, even though she had no need for food.

Lying amidst the warm bodies of her dire wolves, and using one of them as a pillow for her head, Alexstrasza stared up into the starry night sky, and took a rest to prepare for her next battle.

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Hello everybody.

**big, happy grin**

It’s the return of the Fatesealer blog! And the super long, 'excerpts' that go long with it!

Well, for a while anyway. Nice to see there are people who miss it though. My green dolphin plushie wants to give you a bottle-nosed kiss!

Ah. It's been a long time since I wrote stuff. You know, I was really bored, and being away from writing takes the edge of your writing. I just saw someone's work end up in my laptop (I have absolutely no freaking idea who wrote it. Not my kind of work though, too dark and depressive. Like those cult novels by people like Chuck Palahunik-or-however-you-spell-his-name), and damn is it good. Beats me hands down. Ah well.

Ahah. Well, apologies to our dear Loo Yee, because I simply do not have the inspiration for your little story. Sorry man, I’ll make it up to you next time. However, rest assured, I have already thought of the setting for your little ditty.

Problem is, I am sure that the setting is actually for me, and not for you. Well, never mind what I’m saying. Nonsense is in my head.

Oh, and congratulations to my sister! She has just been allocated to my Joshua’s Hall of Story Characters! **claps** By the way, she’s under a different name. You guys should know which.

I've decided to use different names now, thanks to Terence’s little advice. I think it was what was bugging me the whole time too. Hee.

Oh, and notice the setting for it is different than the White Fortress. This is ermm, obviously not a formal project, but a rip-off from The Celestial Zone to keep me entertained. And also a place to test out new character personas as well!

In short, this 'universe' is basically a place where people can start developing supernatural yet martial arts-esque skills and powers, like causing an incredible amount of destruction in a simple fight.

Example: Can anyone guess who the Sadako/Psycho/Destroyer of Evil girl who fights with my sister is supposed to be? Drink's on me to whoever guesses it first!

I expect Shannon to win though. :D

So what has been happening seriously?

Other than the usual damn-school's-kicking-my-butt routine, I have also a huge shortage of money and an abundance of wants and more wants.

My ATM's running out of cash.

I buy a World of Warcraft game card.

My wallet's running thin.

I want to buy 2 sticks of 1GB RAM for my laptop.

My safe is completely empty

I want to buy an external hard drive.

See what I mean? I owe God some cash too. I keep forgetting to give them to Him. Seriously. Maybe that’s why I have this sudden shortage of cash all of a sudden.

Man. Not to mention the all the CDs I'm missing out.

But it's okay. While we sit here, complaining that we don't have enough money to buy stuff, thousands of others wonder where their next meal is coming from.

I think I have actually very little to complain about.

I guess this is where economics come in. You see, one of the key concepts for economics is that Mankind has an unlimited amount of wants, and as each are fulfilled, higher wants come in.

See? I listen in lectures too.

As this post is in Word format, everything written here is spread over a couple of days. A new and nifty gadget I got from Blogger…Meaning I can write in Word, and then transfer to Blogspot **snaps fingers** just like that.

I feel really depressed and stressed, as exams are like, the week after the next. And I’ve not started to prepare yet, and even worse, my attendance is like a ghost haunting me…I'm really scared I'll be debarred.

Not only that, my spiritual level's not at an optimum, and I've felt as if I've lost the broadband connection with God, and 'dialling' up is really retarded. Seriously.

I guess it's just everything that's on me; the burden of being a student of business(which right and wrong can be blurred), the responsibility of being a so-called 'leader'(of which I’m still trying to discover...), the weight of the souls of others on my back, the loved ones and those whom I do not know.

I just want to give up, know what I'm saying? Give up everything that I've been given, just simply tell everyone that, "You know what? More people have been in worse situations and yet become better and stronger, but I don't care! I'm selfish and I want to be weak! I give up!"

But I can't. I simply can't.

Even though it feels like a strategy game that I'm losing very badly, even though it feels like I've lost every single one of my troops, even though it feels like I'm completely outclassed by my foes, I just can't.

Why?

I wish it was because of some great and holy reason.

Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't.

I've not felt this much despair since the O's. No, I had more hope for the O's than I have right now. I don't know why, but it feels as though it's over for me already.

Well, it's been almost an hour after that above sentence.

I'm still alive, for those who still care ;)

For those who want me dead, I say, try harder next time.

**an aura of blazing blue-white light surrounds him**

Come ON!

P.S Actually this is posted on Sept 10, 7:12AM

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The figure in white tossed and turned in his hammock, and his closed eyes moved about furiously as an ominous foreboding filled his being.

The image burned into his mind like a brand fresh from the furnace, and even as he struggled to wake up, all he saw was a girl in a purple outfit, bleeding from her nose, her ears and her mouth as her unmoving body lay sprawled on a forest floor.

"NO!"

The young man sprang from his hammock, his eyes wide with fear.

It was a fear not for himself, but for the girl he saw in that brief vision.

Birds chirped wildly, and the creatures of the forest scrambled for their homes, away from that fearsome cry that had emitted from the young man.

"What the heck..." His companion, the Special Agent Cadence Snake-also known as John to his friends- who was dressed in green, sat up in his hammock, his eyes still blurry. "What was that Dragon's Roar for? It's only four in the morning!"

Joshua blinked, before realising that he had used one of the skills from his secondary Second Echelon set of skills, Dragon Under the Cross Dictum, the Dragon's Roar, which involved charging a howl with spiritual power, making its volume equal to what a one kilowatt amp could produce. This happened to be also very, very loud, which explained the sudden withdrawal of every forest creature within a mile.

He shook his head.

"It's her, John! She seems like she's been deeply wounded! She might even be..." Joshua let the words trail off, not wanting to even think about it.

The green-haired John just stared at him, a lack of understanding obvious in his face.

Joshua rolled his eyes in exasperation, and he quickly prayed for the direction of which she may be. An urge suddenly made the Protector want to head towards the north, and he motioned towards the Jade Patriot.

"You stay here and pack up. I'm moving off to find her!"

The special agent raised his eyebrows, but his friend had already left in the darkness.

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The wind roared against his ears as he moved even faster than a deer at full speed, covering twenty to thirty metres with one spring of a foot. The fear began to gnaw at his soul as his over-active imagination began playing various scenarios in his mind, each of them worse than the last.

He whispered a heartfelt prayer to the Heavens, hoping that the Lord would not take her home so soon. It was swallowed up by the wailing of the wind, and his hands began to shake.

He was almost twenty-seven years old this year, and still there were precious few he truly loved and cared about. She was one of them.

Having travelled for about a quarter of an hour, Joshua grew more anxious still, having not seen any sign of the girl who had appeared in his dreams. He was about to increase his speed by half before he suddenly caught sight of a clearing.

A split second later, he sensed the glow of Shadow energy in the area, and his eyes narrowed. In a few minutes, Joshua reached the edge of the clearing, and felt the presence of a powerful supernatural warrior.

He slowed down, and as he fell to a walking pace, the Protector saw a figure in black with long hair the colour of its outfit, standing at the far end of the clearing with her back turned to him. He wondered for awhile whether it might be his sister, the Dark Lady of Death who also wore black, before realising that he would have known it a long time ago.

With the blood bond between them, it didn't take much for that to happen. Also, his sister's spiritual energy had the cold touch of Death to it. This one was warmer...more inviting...more attractive...

More seductive...

The figure turned around, and Joshua could see that it was a lady, possibly a few years or so younger than him. She began to walk towards him.

Knowing that something was amiss, he asked quietly:

"Were you the one who sent me the vision?"

"I see you have a great deal of feelings for this lady..." She smiled smugly, and folded her arms. "It took less than an hour for you to reach this place. Is she your wife?"

Knowing that she had planted that image to trick him into coming here, Joshua waved derisively, and glared at her.

"Why must love always be of that sort? Even if one has no blood ties to that person, love between the two of them does not have to be that of a husband and wife. Have you no idea what the love of a brother is about?" Joshua sneered.

Even at this distance, he could see that he struck a nerve.

"I do have three brothers and sisters, an eldest brother who only cares about the future while the eldest sister is dead, a younger brother who is always in a dream world and the youngest brother is gone missing. And as for the other two..."She shook her head "My twin has lost all hope in life and the youngest sister has lost her mind."

"Tell me," Her voice was now harsher, and he could feel pain spark from her being. "How could I have known the love of a brother?"

The sharp touch of pain suddenly stopped, and once again, the sense of inexplicable yearning returned. A tendril seemed to slip into his soul, and it wrapped around his heart, as a covering of velvet would.

"Come now, speak the truth," she continued, her voice now silky and soft. "I sense in your heart that you used to want her, once longed for her..."

"Unrequited love? How interesting... And oh, you have such a dark and sensual soul! It even rivals that of my own..."

Anger incomprehensible rose up in his chest, and he clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself from rushing forward and snapping her neck with his bare hands.

"I know not what darkness you wield, lady." His voice was cold and steely. "But let me tell you this: my heart belongs to me and my Lord alone, and let that be a warning unto you."

"What 'darkness' I wield?" She replied incredulously, repeating what he had said. "Can you even differentiate what Dark and Shadow energy is? And let me ask you; what is Shadow but a child of the Light?"

"'The lord of my heart?' God, you sound like one of those over-religious Paladins I killed yesterday." She laughed loudly, a mocking sound that resounded through the clearing, but then was cut off as a bolt of pain shot through her.

"What...? Impossible!"

"My God is the Lord of my heart. No one can know or have it save He alone." Joshua repeated, a firm expression set in his face.

She now stood three or four feet away from Joshua and he managed to get a good look at her appearance.

She was in black Chinese garb, like those in the sixteenth or seventeenth Century wore, and there were a few pieces of her clothing that was white in colour, which made it look very simple and yet nice. The woman herself however, was an entirely different thing.

There are many who have a kind of prettiness about them, which others may look upon and nod in acknowledgement. There are some had been blessed with very attractive looks, which may cause others to look, and wonder if their looks were made by God's hands or the surgeon's scalpel.

And then, there are the rare few, who are so striking, so gorgeous and so stunning, and it simply breaks your heart just to gaze upon them, such that one does not even want to see them anymore, because they are just so...beautiful.

This lady was a perfect example of those few, and as she walked even closer, Joshua felt his mouth go dry. To use mere words to describe her appearance was akin to insulting her, for what words could fully describe one so perfect to him?

Save that she was raven-haired, almost as tall as Joshua, and that she was slender and blessed with mysterious eyes the colour of the night like him, and that her strange clothes fit her very well, bringing out her well-endowed figure perfectly, there were no other words adequate enough to describe her.

The two of them just stood, staring at each other, and it was an odd sight, for Joshua wore a set of white, medieval Chinese clothing interspersed with lines of black and a white cape draped around him was attached to his left shoulder by a sapphire brooch.

For the lady it was the total opposite, predominantly black, medieval Chinese clothing interspersed with white areas and she wore no cape or cloak around her.

Finally, it was Joshua who introduced himself, the many years of training not lost completely, and he used his Draconic name.

"I...I am Novadrache, called the Protector."

There was a moment's silence, before she replied in a very formal voice,

"I am Orexis..." She hesitated for a split-second before finishing her sentence:

"...Desire of the Endless."

The Guardian raised an eyebrow. Orexis? Isn't that the Greek word for longing or yearning? She must be using 'another' name of hers, like me. Wait, Desire of the Endless...?

The Endless were a cast of almost all-powerful characters from a comic book that had garnered almost cult-like popularity. A passage came into his mind, which he had read in one of the comics which featured the Endless:

There are seven beings that are not Gods, that existed before humanity dreamed of Gods, that will exist after the last God is dead.

There are seven beings that exist because, deep in our hearts, we know that they exist.

There are seven beings that are called the Endless.They are, in order of age, Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire and Despair, and Delirium, who was once Delight.

"Is that so? I remember that Desire had eyes the colour of yellow wine," Joshua paused, and glanced at her. "Also, Desire was both male and female at the same time in the story."

His eyes scanned her figure, and had to call on his training to prevent himself from losing control, and dissolving into a pile of mush from the sheer beauty that radiated from her.

"You don't have yellow eyes, and well...while you look very much like a girl, you could also be a guy at the same time, if you know what I mean..." He heard himself say, and he quickly congratulated himself on not showing his weakness by using a friendly jab that he often used on his female friends.

Her face darkened, and Joshua knew that he had touched upon a sensitive spot.

Immediately, Joshua could feel her power suddenly rising to enormous heights, and her eyes seemed become two lamps of bright crimson light, such that even her pupils could not be seen anymore for a short moment, before the red light faded from her orbs again. But this time, there was a reddish tinge to her black pupils.

She was now floating several inches off the floor, and her voice resonated in his head. "I am fully woman, and I am nothing that remotely resembles a man. To look upon me, and then say that I am anything but a woman is to deceive one's own self. But,"

"If that is truly what you want," She spoke furiously, her voice trembling with passionate fury. "Then I grant your eyes the desire to deceive themselves."

A blindfold of Shadow energy quickly materialised around Joshua's eyes, and even before he could react, it poured into his eye sockets. While he felt no pain, an immense feeling of wrongness saturated his being.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand once, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a clearing devoid of any being at all. Desire herself seemed to have disappeared.

Yet he could still sense her presence, and the touch of Shadow energy still remained in the area. He knew that this was another ability of hers, to make even their own body parts turn against their original purposes. It was exceedingly frustrating, for he was sure that she would try and strike at him, while his eyes refused to register her presence.

A thought struck him about his current dilemma, and he wondered:

This...this must be how Jesus must have felt, when we as members of the Body of Christ, refuse to obey Him, the Head of the Body...Indeed, how frustrating it is, to seem to have one's own body turn against what God has intended for it!

A soft whisper, this time mocking, came to his ears.

"Can you not see me, Protector?"

Joshua ignored her, and began to channel his spirit energy around his body, and as he checked his eyes, he found that there was a malevolent block of Shadow energy within each of his eyes. Elated at this discovery, he knew that he could disperse the blocks of Shadow energy, and regain his sight.

But this needed time to execute, and it was only a split-second later when he devised a method to even the odds.

"Two can play at this game, my Lady Desire..."

He drew upon the final and seventh level of his Dragon Under the Cross Dictum, and while he channelled his most of Holy energies towards removing the Shadow energy blocks, he unleashed one of his more powerful non-offensive skills.

"Blessed Sky Dragon Whirlwind!"

Even as the words left his lips he kept wondering why almost all of the skills had such cheesy names. Then again, "Huge Blast of Air Which Rips Stuff Up and Blows It Around" didn't sound too good either.

Violent gusts of air came out of nowhere, and under the guidance of his Holy energy, it tore up huge amounts of grass and dust from the clearing and around it, before circling back into the clearing. The buffeting air currents then whipped the mix of grass, leaves and dust into a huge dust storm, obscuring the view of 'Orexis'.

"Ugh!" was all he heard from the devastatingly beautiful lady, and he smiled at this.

Not wanting to take any chances, Joshua now drew power from his primary Second Echelon abilities, the Light of the Holy Word, and he called upon the thing that made others give him the name of "Protector".

While almost every other person, when having reached an accomplished stage of power, would form spirit weapons of any kind that fit them the most; the Steel Patriot his powerful butterfly axe, Cadence Snake his razor-sharp katana and Alexstrazsa her Bone Claws and enormous scythe.

However, the uniqueness of 'Light of the Holy Word' was that it could only be used to "protect, defend and guard the innocent". Therefore all of the skills learnt from it could only heal and hurt but not kill; so a spirit weapon was not what he formed.

Instead, he could form a suit of spiritual armour around his body called the Divine Armour of Heaven, such that he could stop evildoers while not taking their lives at the same time. The power of the Armour was measured in various Marks, and the more powerful it became, the more cosmetic changes there would be.

Covers of blinding light now enveloped his whole body, save for his face only, and then faded and solidified to form a suit of bright silver armour. Several areas of his armour, like parts of his greaves and his gauntlets were gold in colour. Covering much of his head was a regal helm, and a gold circlet with a cross in the middle lay where his brows were.

'Orexis', managed to snatch a good look at the Protector, and from various eyewitness reports and information she had gathered about him, she concluded that it now bore the Mark of the Guardian, which was allegedly also its most powerful level.

A couple of feet away, Joshua now concentrated on purging the dark power that had twisted his eyes' purpose. He calculated that even with the Whirlwind surging around him, there was still a chance that she could hit him.

Unfortunately for him as well, the Whirlwind could only spin for a few minutes more before fading away, and he knew that the Shadow blocks could not be dispersed such a short time. Moreover, maintaining the Mark of the Guardian stage occupied 80% of his Holy energy, and he was afraid more of the so-called 'Endless' could ambush him.

The armoured man was deep in thought when he suddenly caught sight of a black-garbed figure trying to find him the dust storm before she disappeared again. His expression brightened as he realised that he could see her more and more as the Shadow blocks were being dispersed.

He knew that she would strike him the moment the dust storm faded, so he decided to channel all of the Armour's power into a single right hook punch to knock her out when she attacked him.

His right fist trembled with power as he got to strike, and his Armour began soften just a little. Only a couple of feet away from him, he could sense her preparing an attack.

Just a few more seconds...

He began to breathe deeply unconsciously to calm himself down as he saw flashes of 'Orexis', her hair billowing wildly in the seemingly-crazed dust storm.

Man, she’'s going to need to wash her hair after this. Joshua thought randomly, not remembering that the invisible protective layer around her would prevent her from getting dirty.

The dust storm stopped.

'Orexis' leapt forward, her glowing red right hand in the shape of a claw, ready to slash his face.

Joshua punched, his right fist moving in an arc, looking to land itself against her side.

The Armour flashed a brilliant white, and it moved to cover only his gauntleted fist, leaving the rest of his body unprotected.

Her claw curled, seemingly to allow for more damage to be done to him, and her sleeve fluttered in the wind.

'Orexis' did not take into account that there might be a leaf that would fell across her vision, and Joshua did not take in account that his eyes might lose sight of her when he attacked, and therefore it happened:

Joshua missed.

'Orexis' also missed.

Their bodies continued to move forward, momentum bringing the both of them together. Joshua's right arm now curled around her waist, and Joshua could feel a light breeze of air as her right hand narrowly missed tearing his ear, and moved around his neck.

She now stood less than an inch away from him, and he could smell the heady scent of her hair. His face was now right in front of hers, and he could also feel her breath against his lips. The young man was also all too aware of her well-endowed chest touching his, and his blood began to race.

He was already almost overcome while there was the short length between the two of them, and in such close proximity to her, the several years of training he had now began to evaporate.

His eyes stared into hers, and he seemed to drown into the blackness of her eyes as he unconsciously leaned forward slowly, tilting his head ever so slightly. A nanosecond later she did the same, her lips edging forward, her head moving to match his.

"Eh!"

The shout startled Joshua out of his trance, and so did Orexis. They both turned to look at the newcomer, and spoke at the same time.

"John!" "Snake?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at the green-garbed special agent. "It was you I planned to fight..."

She turned to look at Joshua's confused expression, and whispered softly:

"Not you."

'Orexis' suddenly gave Joshua an excruciatingly painful pinch on his left arm with her right hand, and he screamed girlishly. She then performed a back flip, narrowly missing his chin with her feet, and landed several feet away from the two friends.

"I'll be back to kill you Snake! You just watch out!" She fumed as her gaze fell upon John. But as she turned around, the expression of her eyes changed to confusion and uncertainty as her gaze met Joshua's for a brief moment. Then she ran into the forest behind her, disappearing behind a grove of trees.

John, being John, simply nodded, his eyes glowing green.

"O-kay!" He gave a thumbs-up and grinned widely. Then when it seemed that she had left, and he turned around and glared at Joshua.

"Eh, you wake everybody in the bloody forest up; make me carry all our things and follow you, and then you run sixty-five km in a forest just to kiss a girl is it?"

Joshua groaned, still recovering from the pinch she gave him. He rolled up his sleeves, and found a quickly darkening bruise on his left bicep, and sighed.

"John...It wasn't like that I swear! We were in the midst of a battle!"

The green-haired Cadence Snake snorted in derision.

"You two were hugging and kissing each other lah! Fight my ass ah!"

Even before Joshua could embarrassingly state that their lips never touched at all (although they almost did), John continued to rant.

"Wah lao, when I reached ah, wah! The leaves and flowers falling all around the two of you sial...Like as if I walked into some Chinese romantic movie lidat."

Joshua reddened, and with an awkward expression that comes from trying not to smile on his face, shook his head.

"No lah! But seriously ah, it was quite a close battle. I thought I would get my butt kicked even with powers of my magnitude...Remember that Holy Light I executed in the forest two years ago? Luckily she didn’t manage to kill me out or something."

John shook his head, his expression darkening. He pointed to the ground by Joshua's feet.

"I don't think so."

Joshua looked down, and behind where he had been standing just now was a small dagger. He knelt down and picked it up, noting its sharp edge.

"When you guys were about to kiss just now, I saw something in her right hand, which also happened to be behind your neck, if I remember properly."

A chill ran down Joshua's spine.

"She could have killed you just like that. But I don't know why...I've seen people who hesitate to kill their target, and their hand just...refuses to move, just like hers."

A sinking realisation made Joshua take a huge gulp. He had been completely defeated. She had actually spared his life.

Joshua stood up, his black eyes now probing the grove of trees of which she had disappeared behind. The wind suddenly blew against him, causing his cape to billow wildly, a soaring canvas of white flapping around him.

Desire...

"You like her right?"

Joshua turned, his pale face actually turning red. Flustered, Joshua raised his hands helplessly.

"No!"

John merely smirked, one that often earned him the ire of Edward, and his punches that followed.

"Don't lie lah Joshua. It's damn obvious lah."

"No!"

"Stop denying lah Joshua! Okay, okay, then I ask you: If I asked you to swear before God, what would you say?"

"..."

"Ah see! Nothing to say right, Josh? Heeheehee..."

Joshua kept silent and as he walked to retrieve his stuff from where John had placed them, he made himself remember that when they got back, he would go and find Edward first, and then beat the hell out of John together.

That is, if they could catch him at all.

2005-05-12T03:50:00.001+08:00

Author's Note: I highly recommend that whoever(including you, Jolina) wants the full experience of this, read the singing part with the song thats playing in the background, cos its what ***** is singing.(no spoilers! find out who's sings in the story)

"Don't turn your back on-" The stern, nagging voice was suddenly cut off by the sound of the door slamming against the wall.

Then the sound of a lock turning in the knob.

She took quick strides towards her bed and climbed up, anger and frustration fueling her otherwise sluggish body. Jolina flung herself onto the bed, and the room became silent as death.

The usual sound of music that would throb throughout the white walls of her room, plastered up with posters and such, was absent.

Only silence.

Only hurt.

Only anguish.

Her hands clenched into tight fists, she buried her face in her pillow, trembling. Slowly, her body shifted back to face the ceiling, and her eyes focused on the whiteness of it. She felt rather cold without any blanket covering her body, but she didn't care.

Despair was colder by a lot more.

Slowly, drowsiness crept up on her like a snake, wrapping around her like a coffin, and as she struggled to stay awake, her eyes closed and she entered slumber.

She then forced herself awake, trying to hang onto consciousness.Her eyes finally popped open, only to see the bright blue sky.

She blinked, and sat upright. The soft mattress had become hard stone, and as she got up she saw a man with long black hair, dressed in a black vest over a white t-shirt that said "The Only Way Up Is Him" printed in bold.

As he approached, she saw a building that looked similiar to the White House behind him.

"Hey, sister! You're here! Great, I gotta show you the place..." Saying thus he grabbed her arm and led her into the building, and when she was about to protest she saw the line drawings of two wings on the vest.

He turned back to her, gave her a knowing smile, and opened the door for her. There, the whole room was half-filled with people walking and talking around.

In the center of other end of the room, a huge stage was set up, and on it were three microphones on stands, two electric guitars, one acoustic guitar, a bass guitar and a keyboard, each hooked up to its respective amp, which was in turn fed by mikes in an unseen sound mixer.

The angel cleared his throat, and shouted loudly:

"His Majesty's guest-of-honour has arrived!"

Immediately a hush came across the room, and everybody turned to look at her.

Jolina looked at the angel, and he spoke again in a normal voice to her: "Get ready. No angel has ever been given this before." And as she was about to ask who was he, the angel spoke again: "My name's Azrael...A friend of yours told me to take good care of you."

He started to snigger.

"A..."shiny" friend of yours"

A loud round of applause and cheering rose from the crowd, and when Jolina turned to look at the stage, the band was already there. Azreal began to point to each person and her who there were.

"He is Michael, the Commander of the Angelic Host," he said as he pointed to the lead guitarist who had a look of a warrior about him. "That guy is David, the 'man after God's heart'" as her eyes were trained on the rhythm guitarist.

The bassist and the drummer are the Apostles John and James," Azreal grinned "whom Jesus called the Sons of Thunder." And finally he motioned towards the keyboard, where a blonde was trying fit his scrolls on the the keyboard's slate.

"Blondie over there is Gabriel, a.k.a the Messenger of God."

The moment he finished speaking the word "God", a great hush came over the room, one greater than even the silence in the room before.

A man came onstage, and he was clad in a blazing white robe of linen, along with a red sash.

His eyes were filled with power and wisdom, and his forehead marked with scars from what could only be a crown of thorns. There seemed to be nothing special about his looks, until she realised that the source of light in that very world came from him.

She was suddenly filled with awe and reverence, and fear of this being that was infinitely more powerful than anything in the universe. But when His eyes met hers, she felt the fear drain away, until it was as if she was staring into the eyes of a loved one.

Jesus picked up the acoustic guitar, and spoke into the mike while pointing at Jolina:

"This is for you."

And the song began, with the keyboard filling in with effects here and there first. And Jesus began to sing:

Tears burn like the flame of the fire
Words hurt when they come from an empty heart
Then time stops like the hand of a broken clock
And everything that lit up your life is covered in the darkness

She realised that the singing voice that was speaking was not exactly the true voice of Jesus, but still she thought it was pretty good. Then the words sank into her mind, and immediately all the emotions she felt crashed into her. But Jesus continued:

I know, I know
I feel your pain
I know, I know

And when Jolina heard this line, her heart began to lift a little, from the mess that it had been in moments ago, and Jesus kept singing:

When the world is closing in, you’re breaking down
You’re crying out but there is no answer
When you call, just close your eyes and know that
This twisted road eventually, is gonna lead you back to Me

Jesus' voice carried out through the room, and Jolina closed her eyes, simply floating and breathing in the truth of His words, and the Redeemer began singing the second verse.

Ice melts to reveal a frozen soul
And the water rises to new suffocating heights
And it feels like you’re drowning in desperation
Cause everything that lit up your life has been covered in the darkness

A coldness touched her, and once again she was awash in everything that had happened moments before, where she seemed to be drowning in untold depths of anguish and despair. And still Jesus kept singing:

I know I know
I feel your pain

At this moment, when she looked up and stared into His eyes, she was shocked as tears began into form there, and she began to tremble, thinking: "Are you crying for me, Lord?"

When the world is closing in, you’re breaking down
You’re crying out but there is no answer
When you call, just close your eyes and know that
This twisted road eventually, is gonna lead you back to Me

She was overcome by a sense of unworthiness, and she fell to her knees weeping, all of her pent-up feelings now rushing out like floodwaters pouring from a broken dam. Her mind was reeling, as her thoughts ran all around: "Oh God...What have I done to deserve Your love? My concerns are so insignificant, my troubles so unimportant when compared to you...Lord, why are you crying and singing over this...this useless wreck?"

As Michael moved into a guitar solo, Jesus set the acoustic down, and leapt off the stage to run to her side.

As Jesus knelt beside the sobbing girl, he took her in His arms and whispered in her ear: "No matter what may happen or no matter what may come, I will be there with you. And remember there is no problem or burden too small or too big for me to carry for you I love you, Jolina, and there is nothing I cannot do for you."

"Just remember to follow what I said when My Father took me to the Cross," and Jesus sang:

I know I know, You know the way

The chorus rang throughout the room, and as Jesus sang and Jolina danced, still holding onto His nail-scarred hands, joy filled the whole room and everyone began to dance and laugh and sing.

When the world is closing in, you’re breaking down
You’re crying out but there is no answer
When you call, just close your eyes and know that
This twisted road eventually, is gonna lead you back to Me

As the last strains of the song faded away, Jesus caught Jolina in an embrace that was tight enough to make her feel secure and yet loose enough fro her to breathe. A still small voice then spoke in her ear, full of love and grace:

"I love you, my child."

And as the last words of the song was sung, I'm gonna lead you home, she buried her face in his chest, and fell asleep in the arms of her Saviour, a smile on her face.

************

Well. Hoped you liked it.

I'll write everything else later. Its 5.05AM now, no person in his right mind should be awake till now, and certainly not sick people either.

Reason I took so long? Blogger has committed its first farce; instuiting something that makes my entries disappear everytime i preview them.

Tomorow then.

Meanwhile, enjoy the song and story.

2005-04-10T21:01:00.000+08:00

The sky was a cold, drab grey, having just endured a thunderstorm that caused a mini-flood in the lower-lying areas of Singapore.

The bridge was still damp with the coverlet of rain water, and its stone steps were rather slick and treacherous, and she had to hold on to the green railings to stop herself from losing her footing.

As she ascended the last step to reach the top of the bridge, her eyes fell on the railing, and for awhile she paused. Then shaking her head, she continued.

Her life now consisted of a roller-coaster of highs and lows, in some days she felt as if the glass was half-full, and some days the cup was...completely empty.

And today, happened to be a day in which the glass had completely shattered on the ground, and all the glass shards had pierced deep into her body.

Her mind was awash with memories, and it seemed as if she was drowning in them, as waves and tides of emotion threatened to engulf her. A lump rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down, and continued to walk across the bridge, the back of her right hand pressed against her lips.

A drop of water suddenly fell on her right hand, and she looked at it, marvelling that there was still a bit of rain left. Then she realised that the rain had stopped for good, and that her vision misting up was not her eyes acting up again.

It was a teardrop, that had rolled down her cheek, and onto her hand. Without a second warning, another fell from her eyes, and flowed downwards into her mouth and onto her quivering tongue.

She tasted along with its briney taste, overwhelming loss, painful decisions, and despair she had never really known before. Then she stilled her shaking lips, and wiped off her tears with her white sleeve, leaving a wet spot on it.

She closed her eyes, and told herself:

Angels don't cry.

Then Shannon smoothed out her school uniform, regained her composure, and continued to walk.

Her legs carried her numb self down the steps of the other side, her brownish-black hair caressing her face. And this time, she didn't bother to hold the green railings at her sides, but instead moved without feeling.

At the feet of the steps, there was an little, old Caucasian lady, who could have been her grandmother. She was holding two big supermarket bags in her hands, and dressed very simply. She was however, slumped against the wall and it seemed as if she was not breathing.

Alarmed, Shannon rushed down the steps, not caring even when she caught her foot at an odd angle, and sprained it slightly. She knelt beside the old lady, and felt for her pulse.

She was gone.

Sighing, she pulled her phone to her ears, and dialed 995. After telling them what had happened, she placed the phone back in her pocket and closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, the dark sepia of her pupils now had a circular greyish tinge to it. Her hair grew slightly longer, and the white and navy blue of her polyester school uniform had faded and had changed into black sable robes that complemented her figure perfectly, and where the Methodist Girls' School badge had been, there was now a grey imprint of a rough-shod cross upon her robe.

She reached down and took the hand of the dead old lady, and gave it a squeeze.

The old woman gave a start before opening her eyes, revealing greyish-green eyes of wisdom and joy. She smiled at Shannon, and got up.

"Oh thank you, dear girl. That was a pretty nasty slip I had back there. Goodness, I thought it would be the end of me."

"It was." Shannon replied tonelessly.

"Are you trying to kid me, young lady? Because if you are, its not funny."

The Angel of Life and Death bowed her head, and a pair of black feathered wings spread out from behind her.

The old lady was startled. She turned back, and she saw her lifeless body slumped against the railings.

She gave a small gasp, and sighed.

"Oh my. Oh well...my poor grandchildren won't be having their favorite stuff for dinner tonight..."

Shannon said nothing, and waited for the usual question.

"Well, now that everything's said and done, where am I headed?" The perky old woman asked.

Shannon paused for awhile, and suddenly her vision was filled with the bright light of the Holy Spirit within the Caucasian lady. She smiled without emotion and nodded.

"You're going to live with Jesus."

The old lady shrugged.

"As if the other choice was even worth considering. But...What's your name girl?"

She hesitated for awhile, and spoke softly.

"Shannon.I'm Shannon."

The old lady smiled, and her eyes twinkled.

"Pleased to meet you, Shannon. I'm Josephine...You can call me Grandma Jo."

And for the first time that day, Shannon smiled with genuine emotion, remembering who else was called by that short form of affection, and nodded.

"Can you do me a favour? I know Jesus is waiting for me in Heaven, but I'd just like one last look at my grandchildren...Please, Shannon?"

She considered it for a moment, and nodded.

"Okay Grandma...Can I call you Grandma instead? 'Cause I have a friend called..."

Grandma Josephine laughed, and the sound of her laughter cheered Shannon up a little. She nodded, and gave her hand to Shannon.

"I'm getting a little old, dear. Would you mind holding my hand as we walk?"

The Angel smiled, and took the old lady's hand. Grandma Josephine pointed towards the row of condominiums behind Shannon, and spoke:

"My house is just over there, right at the end."

The two of them began to walk across the road, back to where Shannon had crossed the bridge from, and they took no heed of the cars passing by, for it passed through them like as if they were not even there.

Grandma Jo gave a loud whoop, and Shannon laughed.

"I'd always wanted to do that." explained the widely-grinning grandmother.

When they had crossed the street, and was now walking up the lane in which the grandmother's home was, Grandma Josephine turned to Shannon:

"You're not a real angel, aren't you? As in, you've been given the power and the authority of the Angel of Death, but in actual fact, you're still human and you're alive right?"

Shannon was mildly surprised by her deduction, and nodded.

"How'd you know?"

"I've read the Bible, darling. Angels are clearly beings of spirit, but now that I'm physically dead, I can feel the flesh of your being, and that means you're a human!"

Shannon gave a small smile, and turned her gaze back to where they where headed.

For a few minutes they walked in silence, before Grandma Josephine broke it again.

"Excuse me, my dear Shannon, but what is bothering you? I can sense that you're a naturally bubbly girl, but now you look like you've just lost your best friend!"

At that the girl stopped, and all was quiet for a few moments. Then she looked at Grandma Josephine, who simply shrugged.

"I've had this talent of mine ever since I was born. God blessed me with a sensitivity towards others, and I could always tell exactly how someone was feeling. Of course, it would be up to me to cheer them up. Now, young lady, I think what I said a second ago was correct, right dear girl?"

Shannon's expression showed nothing, but deep within her a terrible maelstrom of turmoil filled her heart, and for awhile the grey tinge in her eyes faltered.

"Now, come on, lets walk and talk at the same time shall we?" the grandmother asked lovingly, and Shannon gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

And as they continued moving, Grandma Josephine continued to talk:

"I was born sometime in 1924 in London...My life as a teenager then was rather good, being born in a rather well-to-do family. I had plenty of friends too, but there was those that mattered...you understand what I mean?"

Shannon nodded, her voice slightly louder than a whisper: "Yes."

"The friends who were there whenever you felt down. The ones who would stick it out for you till the end. The ones who would give their lives willingly for you. But then there was one friend who stood out..."

A wistful smile filled Grandma Josephine's wrinkled face.

"David was his name, and I remember his face and his smile even up to this day. To say that we were close would be almost an understatement...He was the one who seemed to know exactly how I felt, seemed to know exactly what cheered me and what put a frown on my face."

Shannon's gaze was now fixed on Grandma Josephine, her attention hanging off every word she said.

"We were almost inseparable, and for a period of time, we enjoyed that special bond that very little people had, of each other knowing how each would feel no matter what." She chuckled then, rmemebering what someone had said about them. "My cousin went so much to say that if we looked in the dictionary under "best friends", a picture of me and David would be there."

The Mistress of the Shadowlands said nothing, her own eyes distant and misty, lost in her thoughts.

"But then, World War Two came, and when all the young men were conscripted for battle, I feared for David's life. But it turned out that he had some defect in him that somehow gave him the right not to enlist, and so I thought he would be safe..."

"But it turned out that it was a whole different case, that David would still be taken away from me. I was at home, and with the news of my father being wounded in the war at that time, I was extremely distraught, and I made a phone call to David, telling him how sad I was. David immediately told me that he would rush over from his house, and even though there was a war then, I didn't care. I just wanted David to comfort me, and to give me assurance."

She glanced at Shannon, who swallowed, and nodded again.

"Then it came. The second I put down the phone, the air raid sirens rang. The Germans had launched their bombers, and were headed straight for us. I took cover with my mother in the air raid shelter, praying that the bombs wouldn't hit my house."

"It didn't. But then...when David came over...He was exposed...there was nothing to cover him. And when when the raid ended..."

Grandma Josephine shook her head sadly.

"He was gone. The shockwave from the bombs had killed him instantly, and that was when I realised that I had caused it."

"My selfish disregard for others, my wanting not to see the danger that loomed very closely...I knew that there was a war going on. But I refused to even think about it, and because of that, I had lost a very special friend.

For weeks, even months after that I felt as if a part of me had died along with David, and nothing seemed to comfort me, and when I turned to God, there was only one message He had for me."

This time Grandma Josephine stopped, and looked directly into Shannon's eyes, greyish-green meeting dark sepia.

"He said 'Why did you place so much of yourself in him, and not Me?'

"That was when I realised, that I had depended too much on David, and he had depended too much on me for emotional guidance and support."

"I had placed my faith in something that was ultimately not feasible. No human was infallible, and for making that mistake, I lost a best friend."

"Still the guilt would hinge on me, of how selfish I was, of how I refused to acknowlegde the War that was so obviously around. But God helped me to see that it was not totally my fault, for if David had not been so emotionally connected that deeply to me, he wouldn't have run out in broad daylight in the middle of a World War, just to comfort me."

"And during that period of suffering, I learnt many things from God, and even though I would never see David again in my lifetime, I could still see him when I went to Heaven, for he was a Christian as well."

At this point she stretched out her arms to Shannon, and the teenager accepted the hug from the grandmother.

"I can feel your pain, but unlike mine it will not last a lifetime, that is for sure. You may or may not regain your old camaderie, but it will not be forever, and when Jesus says that the time has come, then it will have come."

Shannon smiled gratefully at the Caucasian lady, and her words were that of a person who's burdens had lightened considerably.

"Thanks."

Grandma Josephine held her hands for a minute or so, before she turned to the building beside them.

"There! Can you take me up to that room?" She pointed, and once Shannon saw where she was pointing at, flapped her wings once.

Immediately they were inside the room of her grandchildren, and two toddlers, each with golden hair and cornflower blue eyes were playing with each other.

Grandma Josephine stood still, a smile present on her lips as she watched her adorable children laugh and run about.

"Aw...They're so cute!" Shannon cooed, and Grandma Josephine nodded.

"That they are...my Arthur and Helen..."

For awhile they remained, then Grandma Josephine turned to Shannon.

"Well, I think its time, my dear girl."

Shannon nodded, and taking the hand of the grandmother, flapped her wings once.

In a split second the room of the toddlers faded away, to be replaced by a road paved with gold and precious jewels, and clouds that seemed to be swirling all over it.

The enormous Pearly Gates of Heaven stood before them, and a man wearing a white linen robe holding a huge book was chatting merrily with a Polish man who looked uncannily like the Pope.

The Pole then waved to the man in white linen robe, and went in.

"Hi, Peter!" Shannon called, and St Peter, the man holding the book, looked up.

"Shannon! I see you've grown taller!" The man joked merrily.

"I wish I did! Peter, this is Grandma Josephine."

"Josephine eh? Lemme check under the Lamb's Book of Life...Ah yes, Josephine Elizabeth Williams." Peter quickly scanned the record, and found what he was looking for.

"Ah yes, "Gave her life to the Lord Jesus Christ, and stayed faithful until the end." That's all I need to hear. Go on in. Oh, and if you're the Josephine that I think you are, two guys've been waiting for you for quite some time."

Behind him, two teenage guys were standing and smiling at Josephine.

"Lucius! David!" The voice belonged to Josephine, but it was no longer the maternal voice of an old woman, but the sweet voice of a young lady.

Shannon turned, and saw Josephine in her teenage body. Yet it was not just the reversal of years that had happened, but something else as well. Shannon then remembered the Bible saying that God would give His people new, incorruptible bodies when they went to Heaven.

The youthful Josephine was dazzlingly pretty, the strawberry blonde hair and the cornflower blue eyes of her grandchildren now present on her. She wore a pink skirt and she twirled once for Shannon to see.

"Pretty?"

Shannon grinned and nodded.

Josephine giggled, and pointed at the taller of the two guys.

"Lucius is my husband...He came up here a few years ago."

Shannon raised her eyebrows at his rugged good looks and the warm demeanor that seemed to radiate from his being.

"Good choice, Jo." Now that Josephine was about her age, she felt comfortable using that nickname.

The blonde winked, and was about to skip off to Lucius and David, when she turned and spoke to Shannon.

"Shannon, when you feel that sometimes things are hopeless and dead, remember that Jesus said He-"

The moment she said "He", a voice of love and truth overlapped Josephine, and finished her sentence:

"I will be with you always, even till the end of the age. As I am with you at this very moment, my child."

Immediately, every part of her body went slack, and when she turned around, she saw Jesus standing there with His arms wide open, with the scars on His hands and feet, and His eyes of pure love and grace.

Her heart, which had been holding an impossible multitudes of hurts and unwanted feelings, opened and a flood of emotions swept out of her, and as she ran towards her Saviour, a tear rolled down her cheek and off her chin.

It fell down to the paved road, but instead of landing there, it fell through the clouds, and down to the Earth.

Shannon, however, was now in the arms of her Lord and Saviour, and began to pour out everything she had, everything she was, and everything she felt into Jesus, and He took it, washed all of it over with His blood, and filled her in return with His love.

************

Whoa. So emotional. but somehow i think some people might think its lame or cheesy or cliched something. man, i think i'm getting bad at this.

Lol. and if you think that's the end of it, you thought wrong.

There's a little mini-epilogue at the end in which mostly lit students or writers will appreciate the significance of. but that's beside the point.

Ah yes. Almost two weeks of silence from this blog, but that wasn't my fault.

I had to first ask what kind of a story our dear princess, 'the Death Angel' Shannon wanted in the first place, and then the inspiration was missing. fortunately, i found enough of it as i walked back from a certain bus stop behind borders over the overhead bridge, and there was how i got the whole setting.

bleah. what am i saying.

seriously, i can't remember what i wanted to say yesterday...mm...

oh yes. it appears that people nowadays have a rather low opinion of themselves, myself included but mine is a whole different take on the thing. see, while i know very well how retarded i look, there are those who have been given with great physical...shall we say blessings,and yet point to others whom they think are much more prettier/handsomer/hotter(oh yes. this word i've heard really often)/chioer/etc etc, and say "They are better!"

yup. its the same, believer or un-believer, fat or thin, tanned or pale. its like very little people seems to truly be able to appreciate themselves for who they are.

and that's being a Masterpiece.

you remember Melissa Fong's violin? the one which could buy like five of Tang's SGs or four of Ian's fender jazzes? works of art like these, often done by a master, usually have the mark of the creator on it, usually a signature or a name like the Stradivaruss(or however they spell it, my mind fails me at this point).

hell, even the SG and Fender have the mark of the creator upon it. the name of their respective makers, Gibson and Fender is placed upon the guitars/amps/whatever, and that in essence, makes it a kind of masterpiece.

back to humans. who do you think had the ability to create mankind in all of its qualities? you think Chance or Chaos or a faker called Cross-Branch Evolution have a chance?

Bwahaha. those fools didn't even think about how Darwin took back his theory when he was in his deathbed.

We were created. All of us. Right down to the single serial-killer or disillusioned terrorist. I don't know how He does it, but He did.

Each one of us was created to enjoy everlasting life with Jesus. Its like Lord of the Rings. Remember when the Elves all sailed off into the Undying Lands,to enjoy peace and joy forever?

Yeah. This time, everybody's got the chance. And not only that, we weren't just little toys that He fashioned from His imagination(as myraid as it is).

He created us in His image, and that's really...happening. Wrong word to use, but...anyway, He created us in His image, and that means we ALL have the Mark of the Creator on us.

All you Harry Potter fanatics, stop looking for that lightning-shaped scar now.

We all bear His Mark, and when He created us, He said it was good. Listen. Do you even know the extent of those words?

It's the ultimate epitome of holiness we're talking about. The (absolute sin one time and I'll send you down to the hot basement called Hell forever) kind of holiness. In fact, if it wasn't for Jesus Christ, Mother Teresa herself would be in Hell even with all her acts. If it wasn't for Jesus Christ, the Pope John Paul II(i'd like to think that he's in Heaven by the way. i know some of their beliefs may not mirror us, but well...He believes in Jesus Christ), even with all his acts of righteousness, would be in Hell right now. And I'm sure that since Gandhi didn't submit to Christ, he is also in Hell right now.

When God says its good, its really really good. And not just finger-licking good.

And that means we are Masterpieces, each one of us, unique in our own way God has created us. which for those who still do not understand, means that when God looks at us, He thinks that we are damn bloody special.

Remember that old song?

I've found the masterpiece in you
a work of art its true,
and I treasure you my love

yeah yeah, i'm a sucker for cheesy or corny songs. but that's what the Father is saying to us right now.

That He sees His Masterpiece in us, and that He treasured us so much, that he was willing to send His only Beloved Son to die for us, so that we may not perish, but live with Him forever.

Mmhmm.

In fact, I think I need to pray now. i've been calling one of His Masterpieces a great failure and a man unable to stand out to anything.

Who have I been calling a great failure?

Who else?

Only a guy named Joshua Kwan, son of Thomis Kwan, descendant of the noble Kwan Yu.

P.S I've been fond of saying that recently, thanks to the Lord of the Rings DVDs I've borrowed. Yeah i know,"Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur" or "Legolas, grandson of (i can't remember, but he died in the battle that took Elendil's life), Prince of the Mirkwood Elves" or even "Gimli, son of Gloin"...

P.S.S I wonder if Jesus ever introduced Himself as "Jesus, son of Joseph" or in actual fact "Jesus, son of the Heavenly Father, the One True God, the God of Israel..." you get the idea...

P.S.S.S I have a bad feeling i'm gonna get flamed for that last sentence. really.

************

The sky was a bright, clear blue, and the sun shone down into the tropical land, and as usual, the humidity caused much perspiration on everybody who lived there. Fortunately, there was air-conditioners running in almost all of the buildings, but there was no air-conditioner for a certain teenager who was leading his little cousin, almost seven years younger than him to her father, who was his uncle.

For the road he took lead him away from the comfortable cold of the air-conditioners, but still, the road was now drying from the previous downpour almost an hour ago, and even though he enjoyed rain more than the sun usually, this time he could not deny there was a lifting sensation to it.

He had no need to look at road signs, or look to the side of the railings for support, for his footing was sure as his true and complete pillar of strength was the One who created the Universe, and that gave him full confidence.

As he walked up the overhead bridge with his cousin Natalie in tow, she asked him:

"Korkor Jojo," The first a word of dialect that meant 'elder brother', the second a term of endearment that had first begun with his mother, and then spread to every one of his relatives.

"Mm?"

"My daddy says you read a lot of books, and you know a lot of things."

Joshua raised an eyebrow. Apparently his reputation as a bookworm remained, even in his family.

"And...?"

"Well, I've always wondered this: Do angels cry"

At that, Joshua stopped. Now that was one question he didn't know how to answer, even with an educated guess.

How in the world would he know whether angels shed tears or not? The question, and the posing of it to him, was just strange.

"Why would you want to know that?" His slender arms folded around his chest, as he glanced at her.

She shrugged, a gesture he often found adorable whenever she did it.

"I don't know...I'm just...curious?"

The tall teenager then began thinking aloud, in the middle of the overhead bridge, his chin cradled between his thumb and his index finger.

"Hmm...Well, angels definitely feel emotion that is, the Bible says that they rejoice whenever a soul comes to Christ. But being in the presence of God most of the time...They should be filled with joy, shouldn't they?."

"Which means angels are happy all the time right?"

Joshua was about to use that line as a conclusion for an educated guess when something wet and warm dripped onto the back of his hand.

Slightly surprised, he took a look at what it was, and he saw a single drop of clear liquid. His eyes widened in bewilderment, and he looked up into the sky.

Not a single speck of white was in the horizon.

"Bird droppings I understand, I'm that unlucky" Joshua mused aloud, recalling two unfortunate incidents in which his shoe had made contact with animal droppings. "If there were clouds in the sky, I understand...but this?"

Suddenly he recalled the question posed by Natalie, and he looked at the drop of warm water on the back of his hand closely.

He shrugged, and in his mind he spoke to himself:

"If there's anything in doubt...taste it!"

And he did. He lifted up the drop of liquid carefully so as not to spill it, and he tasted it with the tip of his tongue.

Gross as he felt at that moment, he strangely didn't only taste saltiness.

He savoured an exceeding victory , a peace about his actions that somehow came only from One Person, and a hope that would never die.

He looked up into the heavens, and an unconscious smile appeared on his face.

"Well, Nat, I think I know the answer."

His primary-schooler cousin visibly brightened up.

"Really? What?"

She saw her cousin look down at her, and Natalie glimpsed his eyes glistening with tears for a second, before he allowed them to fall.

"Angels do cry."

He then took the hand of his cousin, and continued to walk along the bridge under warm rays of the sun, and he hurried Natalie along.

"Come on, I've got to deliver you to your dad pretty soon."

"You don't 'deliver' me! I'm not a package!"

"Well then, what are you?"

"I'm...I'm an angel!"

"Oh really? Let's see if your wings can carry you off this..." the last word was strained as he struggled to lift Natalie into the air.

"...bridge!"

"Stop it! Stop it! Ahhh!"

Shouts and laughter resounded from the bridge, and had anyone seen them, they would have been astonished, at seeing such good cheer while still in that weather.

2005-03-23T12:18:00.000+08:00

It was a quiet night, with the only audible thing the sound of crickets. However, within in a few minutes, the silence that enveloped the area would be broken.

By three ordinary men, who served an extraordinary God.

The armoured van stopped next to a grey building, with a ladder leading up to the roof. The doors slid open, and three men walked out.

The tallest wore a stylish suit of pure white, while the biggest one of the three wore a set of fatigues, and the last an advanced Sneaking Suit, greyish-green in colour.

Beyond the grey building, there was a two-storey warehouse. There were altogether three entrances into it; the front entrance, which was a huge sliding door that was strangely always open, the back was a simple door, and the third was a ventilation shaft that was on the roof.

Joshua turned, and nodded towards the other two.

"I'll sneak through the ventilation shaft on the roof of the warehouse. The both of you choose between the two ways."

Ephraim immediately spoke: "Ian, you take the front door."

Ian was not happy.

"What!? Why?"

"'Cause you always say you're the best at Counterstrike what. So you take the front door lah."

"But this ain't...eh wait. How come this place looks so much like 'assault'?"

Joshua looked around and remembered something.

"The Valve dudes needed some inspiration about how to make their maps. So they based it off real-life places. I guess we're at the one they based cs_assault off"

"Wah steady. I sure take them all..."

"Don't talk so much lah Ian. Just go!"

The three split their paths, and Ian quickly moved towards the front entrance. There was some shipping containers stacked on top on each other, and there was a ladder leading up to its roof on the containers. He saw Joshua climb up the steel ladder, and he continued to move around the containers. Just then he bumped into someone.

"Who the...?"

Ian grabbed him into a chokehold, and when he saw the vampiric fangs hanging from its upper jaw, quickly smashed the bloodsucker's face with his fist to stop him from stuggling. He pulled out a sharp wooden stake with its tip dipped with holy water, and plunged it into the vampire's heart.

He flung the incapacitated blood drinker away, and walked around the containers to the front door. There, a man with no pupils stood, an assault rifle in his hands.

"Hey!"

The man turned, and before he could say anything, had a modified Combat Shotgun stuck in his face. The trigger was pulled, and the lesser daemon had its head blown into smithereens.

Ian grinned, and when he saw seven armed daemons turn and look at him at the same time, he halted. Then he pulled a vial containing a clear liquid from his pocket, shook it and hurled it amongst the seven of them before covering his eyes.

A white flash enveloped the seven of them, and a loud bang quickly followed. When Ian looked again, all of them had their human skin burned off, and their slimy hides revealed.

Oh man. And I thought Lurtz was ugly.

He raised his weapon and fired. Again, and again and again, until all seven had been blasted to pieces.

A flying daemon dropped in front of him, its hands holding a sharp poisoned blade. Ian simply slammed the butt of his shotgun into its face, and he pulled from his back a huge silver double-headed axe, its butterfly blades sharp enough to cut stone.

He swung it around his head and slammed it into the daemon's ribs. It howled once, and fell dead. He was about to reload his shotgun when he saw three other daemons in black suits standing in front of him, each holding a shotgun of their own. All three were aimed at his chest.

"Ah." Ian thought that would be the last word of his life.

All of a sudden two of the daemons had their heads chopped off, and the last was on the ground riddled with bullet holes. He blinked, and he saw Ephraim standing amongst their corpses, the left hand holding a katana, and the right a blessed Uzi.

"See lah! Still want to Rambo issit? I just saved your life man!" The Green One rebuked Ian, who grinned sheepishly.

Just then, they heard a sound coming from the ventilation shaft, and they saw Joshua moving out of the shaft.

"You killed them all?" Joshua asked incredulously.

The two of them looked at each other, then started laughing at Joshua. The Stranger in White rolled his eyes.

"Its exactly like CS..."

************

Whooooa. Synergiz was great!

It's kinda hard to describe what actually happened. God's voice really spoke to me during that camp.

I've been doing quite a few private postings lately. Got nothing to say here...

Any of you watch the drama serial "Glass Shoes"? It just ended, and I tink its quite cool, not to mention that one of the main character's a chick =D

Just like what Ian would say, hmm? hahaha

I'm entering Ngee Ann Poly, doing Business Studies. Yay. Got what I want. But...what the hell?

From 17 become 14? What kind of a freaking jump is that? That's bullshit.

From 18 become 14? What kind of a bloody jump is that? That's rubbish.

Seriously. MOE is surely gonna get a lot of flak this year. What the heck. The JAE fiasco was bad enough. And what the hell is this?

Damn. The Dragon year is hard.

Always and Forever. What a name.

For those who have seen the new album, its really really cool.

At least I think so. HAH.

I want to say more, but I can't. 'Cause no one's listening to me here...

************

He waved goodbye to his friend and as the train left, the finality of his words sank into his heart.

Pain. A dull, burning ache in his heart.

He wanted to curse. He wanted to scream. He wanted to howl his anguish out into the world.

Had the Devil asked him whether he wanted to trade his soul for impossibly great power at the moment, to destroy the world and take everything for his own, he would have said yes.

But it faded, and throughout the whole train ride he felt a numbing, dull pain that refused to go away.

He knew that it was his fault, for not keeping his vow to the Lord that this curse was placed upon him. And he plugged into his Zen Touch and he began to enter a state of worship to the Lord.

Pain was replaced by a form of comfort, and he knew that the problem was waiting for him to solve it. But he procrastinated, and told God that he'd deal with it sooner or later.

Up in the heavens, the Man of Sorrows, his hands once pierced by nails, shook his head sadly. An angel looked down at the tall, lanky young man, rocking back and forth.

"Lord...?"

"He will come. Just not now..."

And Jesus continued to watch and intercede for the boy.

2005-03-15T07:19:00.000+08:00

He reached home.

Not home on earth. Not yet. He reached the very center of the Realm of Time and Destiny, where his Fortress of Time stood. He stopped to wave at the guards who saluted him, made small talk with his Heroes, before entering the very Heart of it.

The Throne Room. He sat not on the throne reserved for the King, but on the throne reserved for the Steward, for that was his position.

A Vassal King for the Lord Jesus Christ.

He began to close the doors that lead to this room one by one, and when it was done he rested on the throne.

While he began to reflect on the past day, something struck him.

Though those words had been spoken hours before, even though they were spoken by a brother, something began to take hold of him.

Pain. Though there was no hatred or anger that came with it. He thought it odd, and tried to dismiss it, and converted the throne to a bed that he lay down on.

It remained however, like a steel vise tightening around his heart.

He fell back, and even as he played his favorite songs on his little speakers that he had created around him, the pain continued to haunt him.

He fell back mentally and spiritually this time, and began to ask himself why, and what he had done to deserve the time.

Slowly, he thought of all the things that seemed to be bothering him, and he turned them over, and tried to correct them.

But something was wrong. The pain continued to remain, and he had no way of loosing it, whether in anger and hatred. There was nothing but pain.

Throughout the entire night he tossed and turned, his heart wracked with a pain that seemed to transcend every emotional hurt he felt in years. It hurt so much that it slowly translated into a physical one. But that fortunately subsided.

But the pain was still there.

After what seemed like hours, he could finally fall asleep.

When he awoke, he found himself lying in his double-decker bed at his home in the physical world. Someone must have seen him there and moved him, no doubt.

He found his nose to be in terrible condition, and even when he blew it several times, it continued to run, and he felt the incredible irony of it.

He was the Lord of Time, the Sealer of Fate, but in the physical world, he was all the same; he needed medicine to deal with his sinus.

He went to his computer in the living room, sat down and turned it on.

After a moment's consideration, he decided not to write his so-called excerpts first, but what he felt.

In the early morning of that Tuesday, while most of his friends were asleep,

He began to blog.

************

its seven nineteen in the morning.

the birds in my house have begun to sing, the chickens crowing though they look nothing like chickens.

i am awake, even though i slept less than eight hours as the wind from my fan lowers the temperature quite well, and my nose does not take kindly to that.

it reacts quite badly in fact, and starts running away. when it does that, i wake up.

and yes, i have to catch it. and, in the midst of it, i felt that i couldn't sleep. i had to do something.

or maybe not. i just wanted to wake up early. catch the sunrise. breath the morning air, take in the freshness of the new day.

...but no. that does not belong in my world.

revelations. how it startles us, strikes us when we're at our most vulnerable.

for now we see in part, as if through a glass darkly.

for those of you who read paul's letters, u understand. for the uninitiated, it simply means that in this life, things to us are a blur. it means that to me at least.

last night, i discovered many things. fools and kings. and there was one thing that i felt still:

"the greatest thing in the world is to love, and be loved in return"

oh. how misleading this line is.

for do we even understand that creature, this gift, that we call love?

it transcends many realities. it for one, usually lasts longer than faith and hope. how many of our so-called "loves" has lasted longer than our faith, lasted longer than our hope?

never

i look around me, and i see sad, weak versions, on television, in our music, in the movies, and around my life. i am surrounded by pathetic renditions of this strange gift.

some use and abuse it. some want to be used or abused by it. some want to know what it is. some want to see what it truly is, and thats why movies like moulin rouge and a walk to remember earn big money.

oh i could go on. but i don't think i would. have i spoken too much?

well. i don't care. u can suffocate on this chunk of gibberish i'm giving you.

what is love then, u ask me. i'm afraid i don't know the answer. the world has corrupted whatever ideals of love it has been. i'm not the Author. i didn't create love.

Ask the Author. He made it, not me.

and blasphemous though this sentence may seem, i find that His Love, is often marred by much of what the world says and has done. but i don't care. its never His fault anyway.

it's my problem. i have never stayed by His side, like a lamb waiting for its Shepherd. i have always wanted to march, like a warrior serving his King, ready to strike.

and i hear His voice now: "why march when you have not even truly remained in My presence? how can you go on the attack, when you have not put on My armour? how will you strike, when the sword in your hand is not the Sword of My Spirit?"

and to my earlier questions "how can you know love, when you have not been by My side constantly? i have given you this gift of authorship, and you hone it by reading the work of better writers. why do you not come to Me then, the Author of All Good Things, and let yourself reflect Me?

the truth is, i do not know. but i want to know, and yet, do not "feel" like it. too much work, my flesh says. too much to do, my old self tells me.

and i tell my old self:

"you are dead in Christ now, while my spiritual self is truly alive in him. you are dead. why are u then even talking to me?"

a lot of people are quoting straylight run's words:

"and i lie to myself, and say 'its for the best'"

i know the context of the song. but many like to twist it to their own situations. it seems appropriate to use it here.

but no. cause then saying that line here will truly be lying to myself.

for it truly is for the best.

i believe the Lamb of Hosts here is sending a message. whether is it through what may seem a blasphemous movie that gives Heaven a good laugh at poor ol' gabriel's expense, tragedies caused by the tsunamis of the prince of the world or satan as u know him as, or our own relationships, He is sending a resounding message to us.

"God has a plan for all of us. And no eye has seen, no ear has ever heard, and no mind can ever conceive what the Lord has in store for us."

what else?

"It is good."

good as in, like really good? rather good? or just good?

well. He's God ain't He? Being the Almighty and the Author of Love...

i'd say it's ultimately good. meaning nothing can beat that.

************

It was terribly ironic. Now he realised what the pain was about.

It was a separation from God. Not by God's own volition.

But by his own.

In his imagination, he was the Lightbringer, destined to bring the Light of the World to the nations; he was the Fatesealer, called to take charge of the domain of Time and Destiny and fighting the forces of evil at the same time.

He was a hero in his own created world. But in God's created world, it seemed that he was nothing but a zero.

Immediately something nudged him, mentally or spiritually he wasn't sure. But he knew the Lord was talking to him:

"This is your trial. While others have passed their time of difficulty, and find new ones to cope with, this one will last with you till I decide to bring you to be with Me"

"You are not nothing. You are MY work of art, MY masterpiece. In My eyes, even with all your failings, now that you are under the blood of the Lamb, you are MY child."

"As is Jonathan, even though he believes I have left him. As is Ephraim, even as he obeys me in this harrowing period of time. As is Ian, even as he has struggles with himself. As is Titus, even as so many believe that he is not as committed as they are. But I know that he truly hungers for Me, and I have set a good, yet different route for him from those people."

"Always remember that You are MY child, along with your brothers and sisters, princes and princesses of the Most High King. No matter how you feel that you can't, or don't feel like, coming to My side, still you must come to Me, and I will give you rest from your troubles, and strength to carry on."

Amen Lord Jesus. was all he could say.

Now he got off his computer chair, went on his knees, and he wondered how the chickens outside his house would see him. Then again, chickens can't really feel.

He knelt down on the pinkish-beige tiled floor, and he fought the first battle of his lifelong trial.

He began to pray.

2005-03-04T15:25:00.000+08:00

He coughed, and ran his hand through his hair.

They were late. Not that he cared anyway. Demons were rarely punctual, and greatly delusional as well. For they believed that they could kill him.

The Stranger in White laughed, his mismatched eyes of midnight blue and winter grey twinkling with amusement.

From his cloak he pulled out a radiant white cross, devoid of any markings, the size of a machete. Holding it by the long end he lifted it upwards, and placed it against his forehead, and whispered the Prayer of Protection.

The angelsteel cross glowed once, and then returned to normal.

A cold wind swept across him, and he smoothened his suit of pure white, and closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

Then he opened both the eyes of the body and the eyes of his spirit, and saw that several damned souls looking at him, up and down.

"In the Name of the Lord Jesus."

They suddenly were forced to look into his eyes, and they realised that he was no ordinary enemy. For many used His name often and some possessed no real power even, but this man truly was a servant of God.

"Return to your master, and tell him that the Accuser has a successor. One that shall not fall like he did."

He motioned once, and all of them left except for the strongest of the souls. To those he commanded once more.

"In His Name, return to the abyss from whence you came, you lost souls!"

Their screams echoed in the spiritual realm as a rift in the ground opened up and devoured them.

Then all was quiet once more. For five minutes.

Then a man walked into his view, wearing a black sable coat and a stylish black hat.

"Animavincullus." The Bringer of Light acknowledged.

"Oh hell, that's such a dreary title. Please, Feiragauss would be fine." The man grinned, and a pearly set of straight teeth could be seen.

"Cut the act, soul chainer. You know as well as I do what I'm about to do."

The man laughed, and removed his hat before cradling it in his arm.

"Why, you believe that you can destroy my physical body and send my demon ass right into the fires of hell right?"

Feiragauss walked closer towards the Stranger in White, and under the light a normal human face could be seen. But the servant of God knew better.

"Since you think so highly of yourself, why not try hitting me with that silver cross of yours?" Feiragauss pointed towards the cross that he was holding.

The white-suited man smiled, and lifted it up so that the demon could see it closely.

"Are you sure its made of silver?"

Then Feiragauss got a shock. Angelsteel. The only material that could harm devastate any demon, whether on Earth or not.

Very well then. If he's got a trump card, I have one too. The demon thought nervously, and produced from his pocket a card.

Literally.

"Well. Time to show you what power I possess perhaps. Maybe its time you understand why my title is Animavincullus!" The demon yelled, and hurled the card into the air.

The white-suited man simply stood there, his face impassive as the card hit the floor and revealed what was on it.

A Reaper of Souls holding a Hellscream Scythe and an Animasaccus, a bag which held previous souls that had been captured.

A greenish-black light engulfed the area around the card, and a huge cloak the size of ten men appeared. A skull with fire in its eye sockets appeared within the cowl, and in its hands a terrible scythe the length of two cars and its orangey-green sickle-like blade a hundred times bigger than normal. At its side was a brownish black pouch, from which souls could be seen struggling to get out.

"Well! What do you think, Lightbringer?" The demon yelled haughtily.

The Stranger in White was slighly nonplussed by its size, but he showed nothing, instead speaking in a clear strong voice:

"Don't you know that the war was won at Calvary two thousand over years ago? This guy has already lost!"

Feiragauss howled, remembering the awful defeat that Satan had endured at the nail-pierced hands of Jesus, and screamed for the Lightbringer's death.

The Reaper swept against the Lightbringer, and sent his scythe crashing down. The Lightbringer quickly cart-wheeled away from the murderous attack, and gripping the short end of the cross, he delivered a powerful blow against the forearm of the Reaper.

It screamed in agony, and while it was bent forward, clutching its arm, the man leapt upwards and hopped from the cradle of its arm and up to its shoulder before jumping on the back of its cowl.

He lifted the cross high up in the air, whispered a Prayer of Purification before plunging the cross into the skull. The Reaper screamed, and it became engulfed in a blue-white light from the top down, before disintergrating into oblivion.

The Lightbringer dropped to the ground and stood up. Of Feiragauss there was no sign, but there were twenty to twenty-four reanimated corpses, probably infused with the spirits of the damned.

The Lightbringer sighed, and slipped back the angelsteel cross into his jacket, and instead took out a pair of twin handguns, one snow white and the other jet black.

Light and Shadow.

He smiled while cocking his guns at their direction, and nodded.

"Here are your tickets back to Hades, Sirs and Madams. Not that I can recognise which is which anyway."

They ran to him. He opened fire.

Blessed bullet after bullet slammed into them. One caught a zombie in the forehead, leaving a rotting mess when it exited. Another zombie took it in the joint and the arm fell off, but it continued to advance.

There were seven bullets in each handgun, and he managed to take down ten zombies before he ran out of ammunition. Then the reanimated corpses, moving a lot faster than he had expected, reached him.

He dropped his handguns and managed to draw his cross from his jacket just before the zombies reached him, and he swung his cross left and right, leaving terrible wounds on the zombie horde.

Their fists, hardened by both hatred and rigor mortis did make contact with his body though, and he felt several thud against him, and had it not been for him moving around, they would have broken his bones.

He landed an overhead blow that cracked the skull of a zombie, and delivered a crushing elbow to another zombie's nose that got too close. He knew he had to do something however.

He somersaulted a few times away from the zombies, and dropped his cross. Instead he slammed the back of his right fist into his left palm, and he began the Prayer of Light. A soft golden glow emanated from his right fist, and he channelled the holy power in him into that right fist.

The zombies realising that he was about to unleash a holy spell upon them, and moved in while running like sprinters, aiming to interupt him and kill the man.

When they were within five feet of him, the golden glow intensified and turned white.

"In the Name of the Lord," the Lightbringer whispered, drowned out by a whirlwind around him that was caused by the sheer power that emanated from the individual.

The zombies stopped in their tracks, and turned to run.

"Burn."

He stretched out his right arm, and his right fist unclenched to form a palm that faced them, and as it opened up, an intensified continuous blast of light sprang from it.

The white blast slammed into the remaining zombies, and their putrefying carcasses were incinerated within milliseconds. He continued to hold that position for a few more seconds, making sure no more zombies survived before he clenched his hand once to stop the spell.

Looking down at the ground, he suddenly saw a cat-like sihoulette leap from the lamp post's shadow, and as it grew bigger he realised that some demon had leapt from the lamp post and was headed straight for him.

He looked up to see the face of a demon that looked like a mutated hyena cross-bred with a wolf just breadths away from him.

Then the face vanished, replaced by a bloody half of the demon. Simultaneously, he also heard the blast of a shotgun.

"Oi, Josh. Sorry we're late." Ian walked up, holding a smoking pump-action, silver-coloured Combat Shotgun that had been carved with holy inscriptions and wards against evil. It was also loaded with shotgun pellets made of gold, dipped in holy water.

Joshua shook his head.

"It's okay...But the animavincullus escaped. Had you come earlier..."

He was suddenly cut off by the thunderous sound of a sniper rifle being fired.

Joshua and Ian looked upwards, and saw Ephraim holding a green sniper rifle, also modified to destroy demons and devils, standing on the roof of a building.

He nodded and gave them a thumbs up, indicating Feiragauss was effectively back in hell.

"It may have made no difference after all?" Ian suggested in answer to what Joshua had said.

Joshua simply gave Ian a look, and shrugged.

************

hello.

First of all, thank YOU God.

No way. No way I could have done that well with that kind of effort. Well, not that I didn't put in any effort, but it wasn't as much as i should have.

Oh well.

Sometimes I really hope that adult life will be on the fast track, and not the rat race for me. When I work for the church, I want to work for free, and yet still be able to contribute loads of money to the church.

Can you imagine how I'm gonna do that? Heh.

Anyway...

What's new in life? Application for poly is done, weeks before poly starts...

It seems that the reason I couldn't get in was 'cause I didn't download Java, or at least I didn't have the latest version. Frammie din have it as well, but after he dled it, things worked. Ah well. At least I have it now...all I need to do is to pay for it. Which is the problem.

Too lazy to go down to MOE, and too dumb to mail it right. XP

Bloody Ephraim's got both FM Static and Ace Troubleshooters' CDs, and they were the last copies as usual. Well, at least I've got my Building 429 to keep me company.

Sometimes I wonder why he's always the guy who gets it(right guy? Tang? Ian?). Damn. Even for Relient K. God, don't you feel tired having the same guy getting all the CDs?

**sees Jesus smile, an amused God shake his head, and the Holy Spirit laughing His head off with Michael and Gabriel**

Alright, I get the message.

Oh, and I'm linking a porn site to my blog. LOL its not what you think. Triple-X Church is a whole different thing; aimed at Christian men, women, teens or seniors, to help those who are addicted to pornography or...you get my drift. HAH.

Bet most of you had your eyes pop out for that moment.

I wish I had the power to reverse time. Specially right after I made a stupid mistake. Those who'd played Prince of Persia: Sands of Time or Warrior Within would understand what I meant.

In the games, the character you controlled sometimes had to make his way across dangerous traps and pitfalls that could kill in one hit and usually, it was damn hard to see how to exactly get pass.

Fortunately, the games gave a certain amount of containers in which you could contain the "Sands of Time", and using them, one could either reverse time even after getting killed back, way back, before you made the fatal mistake.

I wish I had the ability to do that. Of course I could abuse it (i.e feel the satisfaction of killing a certain sworn enemy of mine, and then reverse time before the cops arrive, or stealing a kiss from any hot chick( the human kind, not those from KFC) on the road and then reversing time before she screams), but the main thing is:

I want to turn back time. I want to go back and stop all the dumb things I've done, all the foolishness I've perpetrated, all the times I've failed...

And make them right.

That's why if I could choose a certain domain of power that I would rule over, it would be Time. Then I would reverse all the mistakes I made...

But isn't everything in God's hands? And wouldn't making myself like that be defying God's will? But if God allowed me to have that power, wouldn't reversing all my mistakes be part of God's plan too?

Seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't get out of God's hands.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

************

Author's Notes: Best read when listening to Stacie Orrico's "Strong Enough"

Memories of that day slammed into her, like an avalanche of ice. She fell to the ground, her eyes moisting over. She tried to shake off the ghosts of that fateful day, but they refused to leave. She wanted to yell, "I'm sorry...I wish I never did it." But the fact remained that she did.

As I rest against this cold hard wall
will you pass me by?
Will you criticize me as I sit and cry?

It was a Saturday, and she was lying in bed, reading a romance novel. That was when she came in. Sheena, her best friend for so many years. It was like any ordinary day, any normal visit from a friend as close to her as a sister. They were unseparable in school and out of it, their teachers even calling them Siamese Twins. They often exchanged friendly pecks on the cheek and hugged each other more than their bolsters.

I had fought so hard and thought
that all my battles had been won
Only to find the war has just begun

Cheryl, while no great beauty, was definitely well-featured and rather attractive. Several boys had asked her to go out with her, and though there were several ocasions where some of them quickened her heart, she gave in to none of their requests, and wanted to keep herself pure for marriage. In fact, she hadn't even given her first kiss, let alone her virginity.

Is He not strong enough?
Is He not pure enough?
To break me, pour me out
And start again?

Sitting in the back of her church, she leaned back against the concrete wall, and began to weep. She looked upwards, and quickly looked downwards again, remembering how she had failed.

Is He not brave enough
To take one chance on me
Please can I have one chance to start again?

A friend came over, and he was shocked by her reaction. "What's wrong Cheryl? What happened to you?" Darius knelt down beside her and asked. "Oh Jesus...will You ever forgive me...?" was all she said,

Will my weakness for an hour
make me suffer for a lifetime?
Is there any way to be made whole again?

It happened so quickly then, and yet in her mind it took forever to end. Sheena came, and lay down beside her, and gave her a hug. Cheryl smiled, and hugged her back. Then Sheena suddenly tickled her, and she screamed before returning the favour. They then wrestled on the bed for dominance over each other. It was then it happened; their lips suddenly brushed against each other.

If I'm healed, renewed and find forgiveness;
find the strength I've never had
Will my scars forever ruin all God's plan?

What happened next was so fast. Both girls began to grasp for more, and in the end, it became two bodies grasping for pleasure. And when it was all said and done, Cheryl fell asleep, while Sheena got up and left, leaving a note:

"It was great. hope we try it again."

Is He not strong enough?
Is He not pure enough?
To break me, pour me out
And start again?

Cheryl began to weep even more. The whole of the Youth Room had only a few people there; her youth pastor, his wife, and Darius her friend. Both the pastor and his wife hearing the sound of her crying, ran over and sat by her. The two of them suddenly felt a voice whisper into their ear: "She has fallen into the lust of the flesh..."

Is He not brave enough
To take one chance on me
Please can I have one chance to start again?

The pastor and his wife began to ask about her situation, about what exactly happened. Cheryl looked at them, and felt guilt and shame heavier than sack of bricks on her head. She shook her head. The pastor's wife simply began to pray for her, and both men, young and old followed suit.

He took my life into His hands
and turned it all around

When Cheryl woke up, covered in perspiration and with only a blanket to cover her, she realised the enormity of her wrong. For the rest of the day, she simply sat on her bed, her hands shaking as she burned away the note that Sheena left. She suddenly felt a horrible coldness, and it seemed that God had left her for good. But there and then, on that Sunday morning, with three people who loved her praying for her, hope and love seemed to pour down on her.

In my most desperate circumstance
its there I've finally found

She thought that she was unforgivable, but now...it seemed that Jesus had not left her. Not beside her though, she was sure. He was carrying her. With sudden courage she began to confess her sin aloud, to both the Lord and the three of those who loved them. And instead of the three hands on her shoulders and head leaving her once they heard her, they held on to her even tighter.

That You are strong enough
That You are pure enough
To break me, pour me out
And start again

Now it was not only Cheryl who wept, but everyone in that room began to cry along with her, their tears rolling down their cheeks as they continued to pray for her. And there was another voice, another voice that all four of them could hear, that was also crying with them, with no condemnation or judgement, simply love and just pure love.

It was Jesus. She could sense, could feel his arms around all of them, and her especially, his gentle loving voice whispering: "I forgive you, my child. Lets just start all over again."

That You are brave enough
To take one chance on me
Oh thank You for my chance to start again

She began to cry even more saying "Yes, Lord..Yes Jesus...", and everyone just continued to pray for ten minutes or so, before their tears finally subsided. They rounded off their prayer, and she realised that even when she had commited her sin, it wasn't Jesus that alienated her. It was she herself.

They got up, and all of them felt the prsence of the Holy Spirit with them, Cheryl most especially. She could almost feel the Lord telling her: "Nothing can separate you from My love for you, Cheryl, not the angels, not the demons, not Satan, not the sword, not nakedness, Nothing!" She smiled, the first genuine smile she had since yesterday.

A thunderous sound started her out of her musings, and they all looked at Darius' belly, from which the sound had come from. "Excuse me. Well, let's go eat! I'm damn hungry sial!" Darius suggested, and everyone laughed.

Legal Stuff: "Strong Enough" belongs to Stacie Orrico. Don't sue me, I'm poor enough as it is. But the story belongs to me! Take it and I will come after you.

2005-02-13T00:00:00.000+08:00

The two brothers sat, their feet dangling in the wind as they sat on the edge of the Grand Canyon. They had no fear of falling, simply because they had the ability to float, amongst other abilities.

Both were the last remaining Vassal Kings of Christ; one the Eldest of the Brotherhood; the Earl of Order and the other the Youngest; the Lord of Time.

They were there to have a few minutes of rest before they were to undertake a difficult mission: to play a prank on the Prince of Darkness himself.

Of course, they knew that nothing would bar their way, or keep them forever in the grasp of Hell, for they were about to receive the Key of Hell to enter, and though they knew that getting hurt was possible, they themselves had volunteered to trick Satan.

That said, Jesus had thought of the joke, and though the Lamb of Hosts wanted to go down Himself to play it, He felt that it would be a little rude as the last time He had gone there, everything had gone haywire.

Jonathan and Joshua happily asked for the task, as they wanted to see how it was like to twitch the nose of the second most powerful and evil being in existence.

But as they sat on the red cliff overlooking the chasm, breathing the cool evening air, Jonathan felt something was bothering his friend.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

"Is it worth that little?"

"Actually less. But I'm offering you a way out."

They laughed for awhile, and Joshua lay back on the reddish ground.

"I'm feeling a little sad, I think. What seemed to be an impossiblity is now...a reality."

The Earl looked over. "Like what?"

"Before, I believed that I was simply one who wished to watch over Purity itself. Then suddenly, I realised that I am now wishing, wanting instead to be an honour guard to Life. Is that weird?"

Jon blinked. For awhile he halted, trying to decode Joshua's words.

"...Oh....I understand what you're trying to say...you mean your object of affections is now-"

"Yes. And I am pissed off with myself."

Jon lay back as well, his eyes scanning the horizon.

"And why is that?"

Joshua shook his head slowly, his eyes closed, remembering the vivd dreams that ravaged his mind for the past few days.

"For allowing this to happen. For-"

"Screw that. Why are you angry for falling in love with her? She probably cares more about-"

This time, Joshua cut him off. "Firstly, I'm not even sure that's love. Secondly, she cares more because we treat each other as real friends okay?"

Ataraxia sighed.

"Look Josh. I'm your brother. I want you to be happy, okay? It's high time you got moving. And remember I'm one hundred percent behind you."

Joshua stared off into the beautiful sunset, and he said nothing for awhile. Then he spoke again.

"Listen Jon. I don't how you think, but for me this...wooing, or chasing, or whatever you call it...I'm not going to even consider courtship until I am going to marry that girl. Being single does gives me more freedom to move for the Lord.

And besides, so many relationships are breaking up so terribly, and especially with people like him around, causing so much pain to so many people..."

Jon nodded. He knew who Joshua was talking about.

"I guess I'm rather pissed off at those people, even though they had good intentions. Didn't they think about the consequences of their actions?"

There was silence for a few moments, and slight flutter of wings could suddenly be heard, but Joshua continued, his emotions running on a high.

"Maybe they did, but I think the mindset for today's generation has been captured by the late Kurt Cobain; 'here we are, now entertain us.' They just want to have fun. They're not serious about anything. They don't want a commitment."

"Sometimes they are" Said a female voice, soft and quiet.

The both of them turned, and they saw her standing behind them.

"Oh...hi." Joshua managed to say.

"When did you get here?" Jon asked.

"Just after Joshua began to speak." Her eyes fell on the youngest of the Ten.

"Ah." Was all the Time Lord could say.

"We were just relaxing till nightfall before our mission." Jon told the girl.

"Yeah. Got to go soon though." The Fatesealer pointed at the darkening sky.

She nodded. "I guess what you say is right sometimes. But to say that they didn't think of making the relationship last forever isn't fair to them. Things just...they just..."

She paused and collected herself before finishing.

"They just went out of control."

An uncomfortable silence ensued before she motioned that she had to go, and Joshua remembered her mentioning that she had an E-Math test the next day. Her lustrous brown hair swept the air as she turned, and disappeared in a cloud of black feathers.

"And you know that all too well, don't you?" Joshua whispered, his eyes misting over.

Jon said nothing for a few seconds, before he tapped on Joshua's shoulder. When Josh turned, he spoke:

"Hey, don't think so much about it yeah? We've got a mission to do. But just remember Josh, I'm behind you all the way."

Joshua nodded, and dried his eyes.

"Yeah. Thanks Jon."

They clasped their hands, and Jon gave him a questioning look.

"Who are we, Josh?"

"Brothers!" The Lord of Time yelled.

"Not by blood," The Earl of Order intoned.

"But by the Bush." Joshua replied.

"And in Jesus Christ's service!"

They laughed, and just then the sky turned black.

Nightfall.

A bright light materialised in front of them, and turned into a portal. From it stepped an Archangel, from the looks of his robes and wings.

"Gabriel, I presume?" Jon looked at the scroll in his right hand.

The Messenger of God nodded, and replied: "So are you guys ready?"

"More than ever." Joshua spoke, and his weapon, the Chrono Wing gunblade appeared in his hand.

Jon's Syn-Shkvall, or the Synergy of Shkvall, and the Masamune Daikatana appeared, one on his back and the other at his hip. He stretched out his right hand, and took the Keys to Hell from Gabriel's hand.

"Go." The Archangel intoned, and Jon looked over at Joshua, who shook his head.

"The elder one first." He grinned, extending his hand. Jonathan rolled his eyes before walking into the portal.

Just as the Sealer of Fate was about to take a step into the portal, Gabriel spoke.

"Lord Joshua?"

The young man looked over at the Archangel, who smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"God's really happy with your decision. He's even throwing a party with me and Michael to celebrate it!"

Joshua laughed, and returned a thumbs up to Gabriel.

"I live to please Him."

And he stepped through the portal.

************

w00t. the return of the Restorers...inspired by the Sandman comic series.

Okay. I actually had about 10+ pages of things to write, but thanks to blogger's lousy server i lost EVERYTHING. So I'm just going to talk generally about things.

Like how dreams affect me so well. (btw, this section consisted of 4 pages)

Like how a certain group of people. could be the second greatest thing and yet the worst thing in one's life. Okay. I'll elaborate a little.

The few reason I lost a few friends that were brothers to me were because of them. The reasons why I fell AND got back up again was because of them.

Can you guess?

Never mind.

Constantine was great. The only problem is that Constantine said that Jesus was killed by the spear. I think not.

Science shows that water separates from blood when the body dies. Thus when the Bible said that "blood and water gushed out"...you get the idea.

The half-breeds were pretty cool(and I mean the angels), and Constantine became a believer(maybe) in the end. Of course the movie rather promotes the Catholic belief and the occult, so I won't say its good either.

But of course, many of us don't understand that, having not really delved into the spiritual world. Hey, have you guys ever thought about using that movie to save souls? Not only that, we can also use it to clarify things that our non-Christian friends might have mistaken the Christian faith be.

Lol. What the Devil has intended for evil, the Lord made it into good.

I can't really think of anything else now. And I really need to rest. The doc says I've got a throat infection. Bleah.

p.s My dad's one of the greatest guys in the world I think, but it feels like he doesn't care sometimes.

Thank goodness my Heavenly Father never changes.

***********

The lady stood in a field, the tall grasses and ferns the height of her shoulder. The sun was setting, and a breeze caressed her cheeks.

She wore a rose-coloured shirt, with a forest-toned vest over it. Below she wore a simple long pair of green baggy pants.

She caught a scent, and after awhile, an image of three girls armed with Chinese swords appeared in her mind. She grinned, and continued to stand there.

A few minutes passed. Then the three girls that she saw came into view, their pretty faces contorted into angry expressions. They drew their swords and circled around her.

She simply plucked a rose from the ground, and held it by its stalk.

It was a white rose.

They attacked, the blades whirling about the air. She ducked and weaved, her connection to Nature telling her where each attack would land. After ten minutes, the attacks slackened, and they hastened to catch her breath.

It was then she attacked, the rose stalk sweeping left and right, catching all three of the Blade Dancers who attacked her.

For awhile they stood, their swords still raised. Then they collapsed, each lying in a small puddle of blood.

She lifted the rose to her lips and sniffed once, before throwing it away.

It was now a red rose.

A sound of clapping hands could be heard, and she turned, only to see a familiar young man smiling at her.

He wore a cape of royal blue over his suit of silver-toned armour, and a gold cross was embossed on his breastplate. She spotted a longsword with its handgrip wrapped in blue leather at his side, and sensed a kind of power emanating from him.

"Its just my aura. Nothing to worry about." He shrugged.

"It's been a long time, Zhen Long"

"Indeed. I see your skills have improved, Amy."

"Yeah right. It's nothing really. You look rather impressive yourself."

"I fight only those who go against the Lord."

She hesitated. She wasn't a follower of his Christ, but she was quickly assured by his warm smile and the extending of his hand.

"What brings you here to this place?" She asked, after they had settled down in a confortable area.

"I needed...I needed someone to talk to."

"I see. Go ahead."

From then on it was a time of laughter, discussions, complaints, and several other things both of them couldn't remember. By the time they were finished, it was already past the witching hour.

"You sure you don't need something to guide your way? I could send some fireflies and some other things to keep the Night-Witches away." Amy suggested.

Joshua laughed at the notion, and simply shook his head.

"The Word of God is a light onto my path. His Love guides me through the darkest night."

Saying thus, he pulled the longsword Hyperion from its sheath and lifted it aloft. Immediately light seemed to explode from it, and the area was as bright, if not brighter than it was in the daytime, for tens of miles.

"See you next time, Fiery Rose."

"Good bye, Lightbringer."

And thus they parted.

2005-02-06T22:50:00.000+08:00

Requiem of Regret

So long it has been,
the years the number of fingers on a hand
So strange it now feels,
to see you once again

Do you remember?...i do
the foolish things we did as children
the unperceivable mix of puppy love
and of foolish lust?

I abhor myself, this faded carcass
living only because redemption's blood
flows through my veins; i feel unworthy

sorry,
for this travesty to womankind
sorry,
for this act that i gave in to

forget this i never will
letting you see what should be seen
only after the holy close of lips
and the presenting of vows to the King

black is the sin, and black is my heart
for giving in to your request
your question, that ripped away
the innocence that He instilled in us

now i will ask you this
a question in answer, after time long past
to yours; will you forgive me?

for not returning your love
for not taking it righteously
forgive me my King long has, and tells me to stop begging

but i need to know, need to hear
that you will forgive me
for all that i've done
for all that i've said

before i am willing to let go
of the past that eats at me
i am sorry for everything
so please will you forgive me?

************

wow.

my first "emotional writing". I know it's definitely NOT as good as frammie's **makes gestures at some particular people, and a few anons out there** or jolina's **does same gestures** or whoevers, but I simply had to do that.

You see, there are some things that can never be put into prose(and there are obviously some things that can never be put into poetry, but that's not the point.), and this is something that affects me deeply.

One of my deepest, darkest secrets came up to me one day and said hi. Turns out that she was working near where I work.

That simple exchange of a few words here and there kinda messed me up from then (Sat) till now. Thank God, Jesus spoke through Adrian, and kinda hit me in the heart with the message and altar call for forgiveness.

At least I know I'm free in His eyes.

Oh gosh. How has that simple, yet darkly powerful act alone affected her?...oh gosh...don't want to talk about it.

on a brighter note...I am not so poor anymore, thanks to working at my father's shop. The schedue is manaical, but at least i get paid for it. Hahahha...thinking of saving up for a...XBOX. =D

Hmm. But the PSP looks...tempting...But Penny Arcade says that the PSP is a POS, so...

heh. You know how Constantine will change my life? Yes. I will probably have inspiration for my Lightbringer novel. I will probably have inspiration for a new novel. I will have inspiration for my White Fortress novel.

Bah. It might be what Lord of the Rings was...Okay, sorry Shannon, it is nothing compared to Lord of the Rings, you can stop coming at me with a tweezer to rip my tongue off now.

Just a note; the ancients did things a lot harder than we do today. Try doing 100 Indian Squats. I confirm you will be in mass agony for doing such a simple-looking excercise.

AND the Floating Frog. AND the Caterpillar.

Man. Don't you hate it when someone you really really want to talk to comes online, you talk to that person for 5 minutes, and then your connection is somehow disconnected. You then go crazy and msg that person to wait, and almost kill yourself to go online.

And finally when you go online, you talk for less than five minutes and then the person goes offline without even a single goodbye.

Pisses you off, does it not? I know I am.

Alright enough with everything. I'll just leave you with a passage about me kicking this guy's ass. Wrote it when Sheryl told me some stuff. Cheers.

***********

"Gilcrist!" Joshua yelled, eyes burning with anger.

He walked furiously towards the East Barracks, where the lithe warrior was stationed.

"Gilcrist!"

The Lightbringer stood in a dusty square the size of a wrestling ring, and waited. Behind him, the pink-clad Amazon ran up behind him. She grabbed his hand, but Joshua shook his head. He spoke to her grimly "I have to teach him a lesson, girl. Stay behind me," before he turned his head towards the building and shouted again.

"GILCRIST!"

Finally the door creaked open, and a short, tanned warrior stepped out. His right hand gripped a golden sword and the other buckled in a final clasp on his breastplate. He looked at Joshua, and at her. When Gilcrist's eyes fell on her, he scowled contemptuously.

"So you're here to challenge me to a duel because of that b-"

Joshua drew his blade, and it rang as it rose in the air and caught the sun's rays. His expression darkened even more as he spoke: "I am here to teach you a lesson. Do not make me have to remove your head from your shoulders."

Gilcrist flushed angrily, but said nothing and readied his blade.

"Ready?" Joshua asked without concern.

"Ready." The minute those words left his lips; the dashing, tanned figure launched a blistering attack. The Lightbringer parried it with ease.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Suddenly, the shining quality about Joshua, the aura that was present on all paladins changed. Before it was an Aura of Regeneration, an aura that promoted healing of wounds and fatigue. Now it took on a darker tone, and the onlookers gasped as horrifying truth sank into their guts: He was now using the Aura of Terror, used by many blackguards and Death Templars.

Gilcrist's eyes widened. Then he focused his will to block off the overwhelming fear, and continued to fight.

It ended very quickly. Though Gilcrist was pretty good and possibly healthier than Joshua, the short guy was no match for Joshua's synergy of skills and experience. In three sweeping strokes the paladin had disarmed him, and left the gilded sword on the ground.

Gilcrist, seeing an opportunity to escape, yelled: "I'm unarmed!"

Joshua stuck his blade in the ground, flexed his hands, and replied: "Me too."

Gilcrist threw a left hook hoping to connect with Joshua, but he blocked the blow. Instead the taller Joshua sent a quick left jab to his face, stunning him. As his vision returned, he saw Joshua deliver a powerful right cross into his face. A crack sounded, and he knew that his nose was fractured.

Tears streamed from Gilcrist's eyes, but Joshua knew that was only from the fractured nose. He did a sidestep, and swept a hard right elbow into the nose again, this time breaking it completely. Blood began to stream like rivers from the nostrils, but Joshua didn't care.

He continued to deliver a series of furious alternating hooks, one left and the other right. His fists slammed into the short warrior's temples one after another, and after the eighth blow, he saw that Gilcrist was halfway gone. He pulled his right arm down and backwards, and delivered a devastating right-handed uppercut that rocked Gilcrist off his feet and onto his back. A loud crack also told him that the jaw was also dislocated.

The paladin disengaged his cross-blade from the side of his thigh, and straddled the now-broken warrior's chest. He bent forward, and pressed the edge of the cross-blade against the skin of Gilcrist's neck. Joshua lowered his head till his lips were just next to the fallen warrior's ear, and spoke:

"If you ever hurt her again, there'll be hell to pay. And this time, your life's forfeit."

He got up and kept the blade back in the cross. He turned and walked away, snatching up his sword from the earth and sheathed it on the second try.

He stopped, and looked up at the pink-clad girl.

"It is done."

2005-01-22T22:44:00.000+08:00

Light.

His eyes struggled wearily to focus, and a hand settled on his cheek.

"Don't move." A girl's voice, full of love and concern.

His fingers began to clutch at the air, as pain filled his body, from his heart and all over his body. It was odd, as he had never felt the feeling before.

"Can you hear me, Angel?" The same girl.

His eyes struggled again, and this time the world came into focus: a blue sky, sun shining, and the face of an angel. Or so he thought, when he realised it was merely her aura of innocence and purity covering her, when he realised who it was.

He lurched upwards into a sitting position, and he stared at her. The girl stared back at him, with a smile on her face. His hand came up to his left cheek where his mask was supposed to be and touched cold porcelain.

With a sigh of relief, he looked at the girl and smiled.

"Thank you, lady."

"You're not hurt, aren't you, Angel?"

He laughed. Such was the irony of life. As himself, she became his Angel of Music, always a figure of beauty and grace. As the Phantom, he became her Angel of Music, a figure of mystery and...love.

Strange as it seemed, he somehow suspected that there were powers of the Phantom's Mask that he had not discovered yet. And one of it seemed to be the ability to make a person feel loved...if the one wearing the Mask truly loved that very individual.

He straightened his suit jacket before making sure his Skullfire Staff was not lost. Before he got up however, the raven-haired girl clutched at his arm.

"Before you go...I...I want to do something."

He gave that hesitant look, that look which it alone spoke volumes; about the raging emotions in his heart, about the hungering desire in his soul, about the hope within him that he hoped would be extinguished and yet he knew it never would.

For he was afraid as he was a man of great imagination; when someone, especially this beautiful, innocent girl that made him want to, and risk his life for her so many times, spoke to him.

His imagination would prepare him for a thousand and one reciprocations of his love, and a million and one rejections of his love. And he would be let down and encouraged at the same time, for it would be for some mundane request, as it was not what he wanted, and yet not what he was dreading of.

But now he was not the young man whom everyone jeered.

He was the Phantom, the man who was feared by his enemies, and loved by the good.

He nodded.

The girl leaned closer, and closer to him, her eyes focusing on his, and for a moment the Phantom thought she was looking for a hug.

Apparently he did not notice the hand that crept up to his face, and in one swift pass, removed his Mask.

Immediately he felt the power pass from him, and his abilities returned to that of his own training. He knew his face would change, into his regular self, of winter grey and midnight blue orbs into plain dark sepia, of beautifully styled strands of soft silky hair turning into a mop of rough hair, of soft, marble-smooth skin into teenage pimple-marked skin.

Despair came over him. His identity was now known, the reason how his ability to enchant her with his voice was now known, his watching over her because he loved her and not because he was her guardian angel now known.

It was over.

His head bowed, and his eyes misted over, in preparation for the look of shock, betrayal, and finally disappointment and sadness that would hurt him more than all the torture devices ever invented throughout history.

She smiled.

He blinked. She was...she was smiling?

"I know."

That was all she said, before she went on her tiptoes, her head tilted upwards...

And kissed him.

He felt her tongue brush across his lips, teasing him. He hesitated only for a moment, before he kissed her back.

And this time, he prayed that it was no dream.

***********

Heheh.

Like my new layout? Lol.

**sings** THE PHAAAAAAAANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THERE...inside your..." ('mind' cannot be heard as it is too low for him)

Okay. Whatever.

ANyway, have not been touching computer much as, yes, I have a hugge stack of games in room! PS2 games to be exact. SOme old, most new! And I am HAVING FUNNN!!!

Tho somehow GTA made me forget that there was cell today. Shiat.

Whatever.

Hey man, I'm kinda sick of life.

Really. It seems to have no point, bringing us from one point to the other.

What others have gone through, I am going through now. I bet at poly I'll go through a Goth kick. IF I actually make it to poly that is (shit fool, what if i fail?!). I guess sometimes life just likes to kick you in the ass.

Oh yea, hanging out late is a good thing if you have 1) a good friend who's very funny. 2) a good friend who's very funny and drives a vehicle that can sit both you and the other fren as well.

Cos that's what happened a coupla days ago. Eph and leon and Josh. Three stooges hanging out after a night of LANning. Lol. Stupidity.

I have a question for you girls who actually read this. Do you like people who, y'know, abuse you and only try to love you at times? Cause that's a factor I'm seeing lately.

Pretty girls in love with men who treat them like shit one day and tell them they love 'em the next.

Nuts man, if that method works, I want to be like that. Hey, the women love it, right?

Lol. Juuuuuusst kidding.

But not really.

***********

A blade suddenly ripped through his back, its silver edge stained with blood.

Joshua fell to his knees, the pain ripping up through his body from his stomach, his eyes watering from the pain.

He wondered whether that would be the day he died.

And maybe he could join Jayne.

His Hyperion longsword was knocked aside, and his enemies surrounded him, their laughter echoing in his ears.

Looking around him, he saw no one there to help him. His father was on the other side of his wall, his Life Group preoccupied with themselves.

Jayne

He smiled as he saw a Death Templar standing above him, its eyes glowing with both hatred and for once, satisfaction.

You don't have to wait anymore

It raised its demonic runeblade up in the air, and slashed downwards.

I'm coming to you now.

Joshua smiled, and closed his eyes.

Excruciating pain exploded all around him. Knowing that his life was nearly over, he mumbled a Sacrificial Prayer of Holy Extermination, and poured the rest of his life essence into it.

A moment passed.

Then enormous beams of white light slammed into the fortress, the waves of holy energy ripping all that was evil from the physical and spiritual realms, and healing the good in all areas.

From afar, it was as if the Heavens themself bombarded the forces of evil. And it was, for the Lord heard his prayer, and the price he paid for it, and intervened directly.

The legion, or Ashura of evil warriors, was all but destroyed, and only a few returned to the rest of the six hundred thousand strong army, which stayed a few hundred miles away.

For awhile everyone cheered.

Then Jeric halted.

"Where's Joshua?"

Of course no one heard him, and most who did didn't care; he could die for all they cared. But Jonathan heard him, and began searching with Jeric.

All around the designated area of his Life Group, the Lightbringer could not be found. Then Jonathan realised where the heavenly bombardment had come from, and he shook his head.

"He's gone."

2004-12-25T22:58:00.000+08:00

Hosea blinked.

It was not the first time that they had done it, but to do it so...unwittingly was beyond his comprehension.

There he was at the food table, having the time of his life wolfing down chicken wings and creamy potatoes, suddenly he realised it.

Everyone was talking. Not about something, but about someone.

And it was nothing good too. They were making fun of Dan. He had no qualms about it, but the thing was that they were laughing at his so-called growth pains. Also, Dan wasn't at the party anyway.

He stared at the bunch of them, some of them people he knew "rather well". Cedric and his brother, Candice and her younger sister, and couple of others he couldn't place.

Then a realization came over him: who was he to judge?

It wasn't as if he hadn't done it before. But it somehow felt wrong, as if he somehow knew how subtly it could harm someone. He shook his head and decided that it was just a whim.

Then he remembered. It had been done to him before. Hosea shook his head. No matter, he thought, its something everyone does...

Still he could not shake that uncomfortable feeling that hung on his neck, the fact that he should do something about it. Yet his courage failed him, and even though memories of his own folly in the past gave him respite, he knew that nothing would happen.

Or something could.

Hosea put down his half-finished chicken wing, and stared into space, his appetite somehow lost. Then Candice approached him, and beamed.

"You've been hanging around the table for so long! And it's like you're," She then made the motions of voracious eating, and she laughed.

Hosea looked at her for a second, and in his mind wondered, Did you do that to me too?. But all he did was to smile and shrug.

Candice laughed, and returned to the gossiping crowd. He stared at her retreating back, and shook his head in resignation.

No Hosea. You're no saint yourself. Forget it and just don't join in the "fun" He thought to himself bitterly.

But a thought in his consciousness floated up; a quote from a famous man from a long time ago:

"It takes only good men to stand aside and do nothing for evil to flourish."

***********

Hello people.

It's my birthday.

Lol. AT least it says so on my blog list.

Started writing this on Xmas day, and finished it, what, 3rd of Jan? That's retarded.

Must remember to write more.

Shoutouts to those who actually remembered to wish me a happy birthday...at least I'm not invisible then.

Yeeha. Sis bought for me Sims 2 and really cool laptop mouse that could be a counterpart of Shiying's handphone; it changes from a colour of the rainbow to another.

Geez. Phantom of the Opera was BEAUTIFUl. Waaah. The casting was badd tho, maybe except for Raoul. You know, one thing I've realised is that the Raouls of this world will NEVER know how it feels, how it is like to be a Phantom.

"You'll be a Raoul someday too." Tch. Maybe when I die.

Anyway, I'm gonna buy my Zen later( later as it's like 12:50am now). 24 hours battery life...Woot. That's like 1337.

Woot. Life rocks and sucks at times. I'm really wishing that God would sumhow delay my trip to australia. Dunno why, but the idea of leaving Singapore, and everyone else inside, really sucks. Wonder if their music there is as good(as in diverse) as the one in CNL.

I'll miss everyone. Really. Even those who irritate me all the time.

But, I still have a week in SG, so yeah. I'm gonna rock.

It's 2005. Anew year, a new life...Unless I fail my 'O's. Then again, I might just try to study in Sydney too =D. Erggh. But I'll miss everyone in Singapore...Oh stop talking about it.

I'm gonna start work tomorow. Hahah. Funny, but that is my intention. Hopefully my pay will be above 5 bucks. HEH. AT my dad's shop, and I will try to save them instead of splurging them on Christian(mostly) CDs.

That's cos I don't have a "brother that buys really cool CDs". hah. Then again, I'm planning to rip the WHOLE of Titus' CD collection into the comp(which is a lot). =D

It's really strange how God places us into weird positions where you feel you're gonna get your butt kicked 100% of the time. You know you can't, so all you can do is to look, and get that "sucky feeling you get when you stare at a most wanted feeling in the window but you can't get it". It sounds materialistic, but it's (almost) a direct quote from someone else. Sigh.

Erghh. Just took some bah kut teh. Errgh. Feel damn funny now.

Maybe a lil Sims 2 wouldn't hurt?

Hah. Good luck guys, to those who have school like tomorow. Don't worry, if the few us could do it, the rest of you can!

Seeya next time. Oh, and enjoy "In the Secret"(as our church calls it) or "I want to know you" as everyone else knows it as. It's an interpretation of what happened the first time round, and its held in Sota Book I.

P.S You know, the feeling of going to austrailia to me feels EXACTLY like how it feels like to go back to school. No kidding.

***********

The lights were down, and only a single spot of light remained on Melodie. She took in a deep breath, and calmed herself down with a silent prayer which she often used before any of her dancing performances, and got ready.

Nothing could be heard for a few seconds, then the light tones of a keyboard playing floated through the speakers. The familiar tones of the song, but this time in a slower tempo, drifted amongst the audience. For awhile, the audience was serenaded by the melody.

Suddenly, it stopped, and it was quickly followed up by Ephraim's counts: 1,2,3,4, and Tang and Daryl came in, both with their distortion pedals on overdrive. The lights came on, and showed the band their entirety.

For a few bars the music played on, and then the singers came in.

In the secret
In the quiet place
In the stillness
You are there

Joshua glanced at his fellow singers, Sharyl, Loo Yee, Melodie and Shannon, and he almost laughed. They were obviously trying their best to float with the music, but it was a guy's song, and it could be seen on their faces that they didn't really enjoy it.

In the secret
In the quiet hour I wait
only for You
Cause, I want to know You more

Daryl was now strumming his black electric guitar, keeping up with the beat, while Nick moved into lead guitar mode, his pick flicking the strings of his red electric, while trying to decide between turning on his Flanger on not. He decided not, as he had still not mastered its usage.

I want to know You
I want to hear Your voice
I want to know You more
I want to touch You
I want to see Your face
I want to know You more

Ephraim smoothly transfered the band into the chorus, being the most experienced one there, and Ian did his best trying to keep up with the bass drum. Suddenly, he forgot a certain chord which happened to be the next one he was supposed to play. Gulping, he shrugged and chose the next chord he saw on the fretboard.

Ian heard a low and odd-sounding thump amongst the music, and he knew it was the wrong one. He hoped no one had noticed, but then he saw Chong Ming and Nicky pointing at him and jokingly shaking their heads. Joshua also turned from facing the crowd towards him, and the both of them exchanged smiles and glances before returning to what they were doing.

I am reaching
for the highest goal
That I might receive
the prize

So far everything was going well. Sharyl didn't feel as if they was anything wrong, save for a few parts Joshua had accidentally gone flat and her sister sharp. Fortunately Melodie and Loo Yee were holding up well, and her harmonizing was still good. When it came to high pitches however, the dimunitive girl had a voice that was even bigger than Ian. This song didn't require much from her though, and she easily progressed from verse to verse, albeit in a higher harmonization.

Pressing onward
Pushing every hindrance aside
Out of my way
Cause, I want to know You more.

Nick's brows were furrowed, his eyes staring at his fretboard as his right hand picked at the strings, and a tangling sound merged with Daryl's strumming. The tanned, former water polo player smiled, and Daryl nodded back.

I want to know You
I want to hear Your voice
I want to know You more
I want to touch You
I want to see Your face
I want to know You more

The band now reached the climax of the song, and Joshua bounced around while the girls tried their best to groove to the beat. Ian was staid as usual, fearing that if he moved around he would screw up his chords again, while the guitarists continued to play. Ephraim was himself as usual, hitting the drums harder than most drummers would as he was deaf in one ear.

As the singers finished the last few words of the song, the heavy music began to go on for a few more bars before every single one of the instrumentalists stopped, except for Melodie.

She began to play the slow intro that she had played just before the song began, and stopped after a few more seconds.

For a while there was silence, and then applause filled the room.

Grinning at each other the band smiled, and Navin gave them a thumbs up, before they continued into the next song, "I Could Sing Of Your Love Forever".

2004-12-23T11:00:00.000+08:00

Sitting on his throne, the Chrono Lord was not happy.

He was by far the most powerful being as compared to most other humans, and he was capable of dispatching any demon or devil (save for Satan) back to the abyss where it belonged. He could twist time, warp reality to his liking, even-with the authority of God-create his own army and Council of Twelve Heroes. But what rankled him most was his inablitity to handle human relationships.

The Lord of Time stood up, his hands pushing him off the huge silver throne. He then raised his hand, and his First Hero, the Warlord Kwan, appeared before him.

"Yes, kinsman?"

"Take command of the Chrono Realms, Uncle. I am withdrawing to the human world."

The ruddy-faced commander nodded, and he raised his hand in farewell to his descendant. The Fatesealer waved back at him, and opened up a portal that led to the rooftop of a building.

He stepped through, and moved from marble flooring to hard granite.

He summoned his Signature Weapon, the Chrono's Wing to his hands, and he began to move in a series of manouevres that involved leaping, twirling, slashing and parrying, all against an army of imagined enemies.

Suddenly a female's face, seemingly harmless but filled in malice within, loomed before him. The young man yelled, and slashed at it. While the blade had reached half-way through the image, the girl's visage changed into another female's that made him cry out in wild despair. He hurled the weapon aside, and leapt to hold it, but again it warped into a guy's pale, smirking face that brought churned his heart into a sea of rage and anguish.

He began to channel and collect, all the power he possessed as the Lord of Time, into his body. A loud humming sound could be heard as swirling energies several shades of blue began to surround him.

Suddenly, a voice spoke, a voice so sibilant and seductive at the same time sounded beside him.

"Come now, why unleash your wrath upon innocent people? The true cause of your rage is someone else isn't it?"

The Vassal King of Christ paused, before he nodded slowly.

"Then why not go to him and destroy all that he is? His body, his mind, everything he has, wiped out in a single blow, and watch him beg you pitifully for mercy, and watch him cry out in despair and plead for forgiveness for all the wrongs he has done you...Wouldn't you like that," the voice paused.

"Lord Joshua?"

The vortex of destructive power that surrounded the Fatesealer flickered once, and then it turned black and red. The mismatched dark blue and winter grey of his eyes slowly faded away, and his eyes turned a pupiless crimson.

The young man nodded once, and the voice left him, and yet it still whispered quietly, calling for the Lord of Time to follow him.

And he did.

Far away, on a separate rooftop, three of his fellow Restorers along with two other angels looked upon him.

One of the Restorers was Jonathan, his brother-in-Christ and Brother of the Bush and also the Eldest of the Ten Aspects; the Earl of Order. The other was Shannon, his sister-in-Christ and the Angel of Life and Death; the Mistress of the Shadowlands. The last was Sheryl, another sister-in-Christ and also the Princess of Delight and Delirium.

The other two...well, the other two...

"I told you Gabe, that he would fall to Lucifer's machinations one day. That human may be a match for possibly even Mikey, but when it comes to-"

"Silence, Leonardus. Why God gave you such a stupid name I would never know. But anyway, that's what I was called here to do."

"To wonder why I have such a stupid name Gabby?"

"Silence! Restorers, I believe I have no need to tell you why he has fallen?"

The three looked at each other, and nodded.

"Anger." Jonathan intoned,

"Jealousy?" Sheryl ventured.

"And of course, his own imagination." Shannon added.

The messenger Archangel nodded. "Indeed. It will be up to you to remove him from Satan's grasp. Do not fear his power, for the Lord is with you."

"And if the Lord is for me, who can be against me?" Jonathan replied quietly.

"Indeed. Now if you could just take Leonardus along too...I have some more messenges to send. After all, MSN or SMSes are not exactly good mediums for God to send His proclaimations..."

"What about MMSes? They're a lot bigger than instant messenges or SMSes, right?"

Jonathan stared incredulously with his jaw open at the junior angel, while Shannon and Sheryl tried to stifle a giggle. Gabriel simply vanished into thin air.

"So, what can we call you? I figure Leonardus sounds a little strange." Jonathan asked.

The angel grinned.

"Just call me Leon."

***********

Ah.

I am so tired.

Just finished my dinner at the Pan Pacific. Was fun meeting all my relatives on my mom's side once again. And got made fun off: you like being called a member of Energy and 5566? Then come be in my shoes -_-"

It's close. My birthday I mean. And I haven't even bought presents for everyone. Dieeeee.

Hopefully I will be able to buy them tomorow.

Practice was rather...infuriating at the start but then it became fun in the end.

Found out that warm water really really helps man. Could reach the high part of Dare You To Move without cracking. Yeeeha.

Lol. Titus decided to do one of Reagan's favorite songs. HAHAHAHAH. I bet he'll sing along. But he was good, seeing that that was the first time that they had practised only on that day. Yeah, it is an easy song (like all SP songs are), but still...

Lol. FOund that you could put animated sprays in Counter-Strike: Source. A field day for those porn lovers...or not. They'll be staring at it so much that they'll get fragged by people like me =D

I am rather depressed. Why? Recent news have made me happy, but still I am depressed thanks to something called reality. Yes. Reality. Real life brings to me a realization of how bad things are. But hey, I know people worse than me.

I guess...life is really sad huh? Thank God for Jesus(hmm...Thanking Him for Him?)

Hey, I've been seeing an inflow of Emo-Passages recently. Think it's a trend. But hey, mayeb I can add my own? HAHAHAHAH

Okay. maybe not. But seriously, it's kinda fun sometimes, when I feel like there's something I really wanna say but I can't, and so...I turn it into a passage. Heh.

Well. Gtg now. Farewell people. By the way, the next will be a songfic, which means a story + a song combined together. This will be very common for SoTA, since music is a rather big theme there.

And to the one out there: i love you

***********

I feel there's something wet upon your hair.
Eponine your hurt! You need some help!
Oh God it's...everywhere..

He held her close in his arms, and watched helplessly as her lifeblood began to seep from her body. There was so much blood that even her hair began to drip claret.

"No! You...you can't die!" His voice shook as he spoke, and his eyes were fastened to hers, as if doing that could stop the light in her eyes from dying.

Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all i need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow

Her now pale visage broke into a small smile, and she raised a hand to his cheek. He quickly grabbed it, hoping that somehow, a miracle would happen.

A drop fell on his shoulder, then another on his thigh, and then all around his body. The onlookers looked on, eyes bowed, knowing that this would end only one way, and as the rain began to pour down from the heavens, there was none there who was unmoved.

"My time is nigh, dear friend. That is the fate of all Hunters. Did Christ not say that there is no greater act of love for one to lay his life down for his friends?" She whispered to the paladin.

But you will live, Eponine
Dear God above
If I could heal your wounds with words of love

He shook his head, eyes filling with tears.

"But not like this...Not like this! I know...I'll...I'll try to heal your wounds! I'll purge this darkness from your body!"

Just hold me now and let it be
Shelter me, comfort me

She shook her head, her hair tangled strands of what it was.

"The dark energies have already taken hold of my internal organs. No, even if you the greatest healer in the world try to heal me now, it'll be useless."

Jane looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

"I'm...I'm cold...Just hold me, hug me..."

You would live a hundred years
If I could show you how
I won't desert you now

Tears streamed from his eyes as he began to sob. His mind began to toss and turn, and he held her even tighter.

"We've only known each other for such a short time, and now...No...I-I can't let this happen! No...If you die, I'll leave with you! I promise!"

The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's passed
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
I'll sleep in your embrace at last
The rain that brings you here
Is heaven blessed
The skies begin to clear
And I'm at rest
A breath away from where you are
I've come home from so far

Her face was filled with alarm, and she clutched at his hand.

"No! Don't! Promise me, that even after I am laid to rest, you have to fight on! There are other people who need you, no matter what you think!"

The young man whose armour by now was stained red nodded once, and brought her closer.

So don't you fret / Hush a bye
M'sieur Marius / Dear Eponine
I don't feel any pain / You won't feel any pain
A little fall of rain / A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now / Can hardly hurt you now

I'm here

That's all I need to know

Her eyes suddenly became unfocused for awhile, and she suddenly began to shout his name.

He tightened his hold around her, and began to whisper comforting words into her ears. "I'm here Jane."

"Can you see it, my dear friend? He's...He's there...waiting...waiting for me, arms wide open..." Her hand began to point in front of her.

He looked, but he saw no one there. He looked questioningly at her, but she kept rambling on.

"Look! There! The man has scars on his palms, scars on his feet! His head, marked by a ring of scratches!"

Suddenly, a realization overtook all those that stood there, and everyone of them fell on their knees. Most felt the presence of His Spirit, while some could actually see the figure through the eyes of the spirit.

And you will keep me safe / I will stay with you
And you will keep me close / 'Til you are sleeping

He too, could see Him, with the eyes of the spirit. He whispered softly to Jane.

"He's there. The Lord is waiting, to bring you home."

Jane shook her head. "Not yet. I...I want to sleep in your embrace, before I go."

He smiled gently at her, and nodded.

"I will remain by your side, till you go to be with the Lord."

She smiled and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

And rain...

And rain...

Will make the flowers...-

Will make the flowers... grow

They remained in that position, for a few more minutes, when suddenly her hand slipped from its place in his hand. He stared at it for a few seconds, before he realised what had happened.

Jane was gone.

He bowed his head, and began to weep and weep, hhis body shaking uncontrollably, and the rain, continued to pour down upon the wall, washing the bloodstains of the day's battles away.

2004-12-17T09:44:00.000+08:00

A loud warcry sounded, and she spun around, only to see around thirteen orcs rushing towards her. She screamed,then realised that she wasn't unarmed as she saw one of her brother's wakizashis on the ground. Just then she saw, at the corner of her, a few orcs pulling a few short bows out of their packs, and aimed them at her.

She quickly dived and rolled on the ground, while picking the shortened katana up at the same time. As expected, it was green in colour...

Her dark eyes turned on the incoming horde, who had by then faltered as they saw a blade in her hands. She unsheathed the weapon, an action she had seen Ephraim do so many times, and moved swiftly into the Dance of the Woods.

The Music began to play in her head, and her eyes focused now on the troop of orcs rushing at her. If they were gonna kill her, she was determined to take some of them down with her.

The first one came at her with a rusty scimitar, and she swayed lightly, avoiding the still deadly blade, and neatly removed his head before delivering a somersault that landed her a safe distance away from the bows of the orcs.

The second one was more cautious, his short sword stabbing tentatively here and there. But though he could block the small girl's slashing blade, he failed to see her oncoming elbow that smashed his nose. Dropping his sword to stem the nosebleed, he became easy prey for the girl who finished him off.

Two of them now came at her, and while she was confident that they could be easily disposed off, she knew that they would come in greater numbers later, and she would be overwhelmed.

Picking up three sharp but small pieces of wood in her hand, she began to draw upon the Lord, and through the His Spirit and the Song of His Creation, she began to channel the strength of the woods into the three pieces.

A few seconds later, they became three sharp and big pieces of wood. She smiled coldly at the two who now stopped in their tracks, and had turned back only to crash into a third orc who had caught up to them.

The apprentice Dancer hurled the three pieces, one at a time, and the three orcs now all had matching wooden stakes in their chests. She laughed, and the next thing she knew she had tripped over a fallen root, and hit the ground.

"Ow..." she groaned as she slowly got up. A chill suddenly ran down her spine as she heard around six voices just a few feet behind her. Turning around, she saw, with great horror, the rest of the troop minus a few of them who had lagged behind, right in front of her!

They leered down at her, their grotesque faces all bearing an ugly, shark-like grin which meant "We're gonna get you this time!" All of them had their weapons raised, and she quickly prayed that she may have a complete body for her family to bury.

Then it happened; a loud crack of a spiked whip, the clashes of long knives, a katana, rapier and sabre against old swords and pitted falchions, and the death cry of dead orcs ringing in her ear.

Looking up, she could see Sharyl, Shannon and Melodie looking down concernedly at her, while her brother stretched a hand out to pull her up.

"Are you okay Jolina?" Ephraim asked.

She took hold of his hand,pulled herself up, and grinned.

"Yup."

***********

Heh. That's my answer to you, Jolina =D

Alright. As it is, it's already 9am, and there's band prac later at 2. Great. I have a huge sore throat, and its threatening to kill me. XP

I just love blogging. I can write and bitch at the same time. Heh.

The Day of the Journeyman approaches! I hope God has it in His plan to make it wildly successful and fun! Hahha...

Okay, mebbe I'm losing it. But I can't remember what I really wanted to say. Hmm...

This is what's been happening...

Alternate Tab First "Practice": Ermm...right. Din do much really, but hey, Reagan learnt two chords! Or three I'm not sure. As for me, I learnt A! -_-" hahaha...

Half-Life 2 and Counter-Strike: Source: Lived up to the hype that it's been getting. It is THAT good. That's for Half-Life 2. For CS: Source, let's just say I played it till 4am. Lol. Whaddya think?

Watched The Incredibles: Okay, this is a no-brainer, but yeah. Watched it at Sheryl's house, which has a pretty big tv(almost as big as Ian's, except not wall mounted). Err...took a loooong walk with Sheryl and Porky...got a little emotional about the Ruthless One, but what the hell. Watched half of Windstruck, and strangely only Sheryl cried. Maybe cos it was not very Christian I din really feel for it much. =P

Devotion Begins: Another no-brainer. It's a good sleeping pill tho =) Nothing like the peace of God...

Wish-List going up!: Since its gonna be Christmas soon, I mite as well unveil my wishlist...

Y'know, recently I've been discovering how powerful my imagination can be. I dunno, but some of you may know this. You know there's nothing happening really, but your mind tells you "What if..." and then you start on a journey of madness and despair.

It sucks, really.

By the way, how many people in the world I know have cut yourselves quietly and without one or two people's knowledge? I know its obvious it's stupid, but I also know that you guys need an outlet to vent your frustrations and all.

Why do you think I ordered that punching bag for? To train just in case Ian loses his mind one day and pummels anything in his path? I'd be dead if that happens anyway...

We are God's Temple, the Temple in which His Spirit dwells. It'll be pretty stupid if we damage the Temple right?

Lol. My eyes are blurring up. Gotta get glasses soon. AGH. Seeya.

***********

Joshua roared with laughter, when he saw who was having a sparring match with each other.

Ephraim and Reagan.

The funniest thing that could happen in history.

The two most irritating people he could really think of. Joshua sincerely believed that if one day someone was have a sleepover, with Reagan on his left and Ephraim his right, that person would die of irritation.

Ephraim had said a couple of times that he was on par with Reagan in terms of irritating people, of which they obviously did it in different ways, but still the effect on people was genenrally about the same:

Begging Ephraim or Reagan to shut up.

Or in Ian or Nick Tang's case, landing a few blows on the supposed irritant. Ephraim was too fast for them however. And Reagan had a few tricks up his sleeve too.

As Reagan picked up his Battlemage Staveblade, and Ephraim his Apart katana, Joshua suddenly realised one thing.

Usually, after a few clashes or so, men with similiar characteristics often bond with each other really well.

Ephraim...and Reagan...

If those two were to join forces and become amiable friends, the entire church would be in serious DEEP trouble.

In fact, it would be probably be the end of peace in the Youth as he knew it.

Joshua gulped, and hoped for the best.

2004-12-04T08:13:00.000+08:00

Ian smiled.

As he walked beside her on the wall, his emotions slowly bubbled upward, like the gas bubbles of a carbonated drink. His intimidating spiked armour changed into a purple t-shirt, he looked absolutely nothing like the menacing barbarian that he was.

Especially now. He was getting more and more like a "teddy bear" that some females had touted him to be, rather than the enraged beast that he became in battle.

It had been a good day, with him managing insult Ephraim till Natalie's boyfriend could not fire back a reply. Of course, it could have something to do with him getting knocked unconscious by a mace.

The enemy had also pulled an early retreat, with Joshua and Jane cutting a swathe through the horde to give Sheryl a chance to hurl her spear and kill the Dark Elf Commander. And now, he was walking alongside...her.

It was funny, seeing how her presence alone made the rest of the days' events seem boring and ordinary. He laughed.

She cocked her head,her black lustrous hair tossed to one side.

"What's so funny?"

He hesitated. Then he grinned.

"Remember this place? It was where you got lost, and kept looking for someone familiar, and finally bumped into Ephraim?"

She laughed, a beautiful peal of sound which Ian found that he warmed to. Then she waved, and he turned, and saw Brian and Leon walking towards the Wall Two tavern, Singa Black. Brian saw the both of them, and jeered: "Wah lao Ian, walk with girl only..."

Leon jumped in: "Aye Brian, don't disturb them lah. Wait something happen, then Ian's eyes go 'pop-pop'"

They laughed and Ian's face reddened before he retorted:"Aye shuddap lah Leon. You not much better yourself right, hah, what Novitamins sial?"

They laughed again, this time along with the girl covered in her jacket. Then her eyes caught something, and she turned to Ian.

"Hey Ian, I think I see my sister there. I gotta go now."

He nodded, and she waved goodbye before sprinting towards them. Ian sighed, and turned towards Wall One, where the enemy, orcs, dark elves, trolls and the like had gathered.

Staring at their foul forms(maybe except for the dark elves; they had a sexy quality to them.), he suddenly wondered why he was even here.

Could it be...

He saw his father with his trusty warhammer, his brother the Hunter protege and his mother with her mind for the economic problems of the war.

Or maybe it's...

Images of Ephraim with his green katana, Apart, appeared in his mind, along with Joshua with his light-based skills and Hyperion longsword, Royston with his spear and his quiver of javelins, and even Titus with his Swords of Blood and Fire and Shannon with her twin long knives.

But then...Then again, it could be...

She appeared in his head, her smile brightening up the recesses of his heart, her melodious voice like a fragrant scent in the air, an aura of beauty surrounding her. The very thought of her lifted his spirits.

But then...

Then he saw it, a cross, rugged and wooden. A man with a crown of thorns, spread out across it, bloody and wounded. Arms open wide. Ready for Ian. Ready for everyone who would come to him, and accept Him.

So which one? For men died and lived for only a short span of time, in comparison to the mountains and rivers that had was crafted by His hand thousands of years ago. As Joshua had often quoted: "You think the mountains will care whoever says owns them? They will outlast anyone except God."

But this was no ordinary war. This was a war that involved all of those who followed Christ, and not some little squabble over a plot of land or a piece of treasure.

If they failed here, it would be genocide of all of Jesus's people.

And Ian knew, that if he did this because of mundane reasons, his deed would not be eternally preserved. But he could not shake the fact that he had other reasons for doing this as well, other than for God.

He was getting a headache from all this when his stomach rumbled. Shrugging, Ian shuttled his thoughts to the back of his head, and focused on the one thing now important to him.

Food.

***********

Hello friends.

Its after the 'O's!

And I've not been updating -_-"

Bad. That is basically an oxymoron in itself.

However, I do have a LOT of commitments right now, given my commitment to both the Youth Performance/Worship and Alternate Tab bands, my novels, my business aspirations, health classes, etc...

Not to mention this widdle blog. -_-"

Anyway, this is what's been happening:

The Reunion of the Three Kings/Bush Brothers = Ah, yes. Last night I watched an episode of Three Kingdoms, which showed the reunion of the three brothers. Beautiful neh...

Leader's Retreat = Intensive. We didin't even make it to the second Morning Devotion. Thank God its Dr. Kameel. If not sure die of boredom. Learned alot about the Spirit there. And having visions, demon-filled or holy. (or not)

Learning Da Bi-Torrent = Jon got pissed at me cuz Glen pissed him off. Plus a lot of stuff other stuff other than our thick-skulled rodent, but I managed to get the gist anyway. Now for someone to actually teach me how to burn the stuff into CDs. Then I'm there...

Setting up the future of Alternate Tab: I'm pretty much sure this name is taken, but yeah, whatever. Everyone progressing along nicely, except me. I still haven't getting around training my voice or even learning my first guitar chord (The latter cuz of Titus being in Oz =S ). Ah well.

Return of the Youth Performance/Worship Band: Peekaboo! We're back. Pretty good practice sessions, with Abraham and Nick and Titus. However, now that there are THREE guitarists, what the hell's gonna happen?! Is Abraham turning Darkness? Is Ian going to break his fingers playing the punk version of the "Happy Song"? Is Joshua gonna get kicked out? Will Ephraim lose more of his hearing and sprain the other wrist? Stay tuned to "Dream Band" find out!

Getting my butt kicked cuz of the affairs of the...never mind.

By the way, I think I just noticed a trend. It seems that one reaches the pinnacle and anti-climax of one's secondary school life at Sec 2. For me, it was the Genesis of the Bush and the Betrayal to Sundering. For Sheryl, it was the Love and the Loss. For Melodie, perhaps the Backstabbing?

Okay. It seems like almost EVERYONE thinks "Glory of Love" is sappy. Arggh. You know, hearing it from the lips of the wrong people can make me pissed. Jon, is pretty fine. He's the pragmatic type. I understand. The rest...wait, they're postmodern (picking it up from Dr. Kameel -_-") AND pragmatic too! Great.

Here's a little version of mine that describes my reality...the "Folly of Love"

I am a fool who would fight for your honor
I'll be the idiot you've been dreading of
I'll live for a girl
Knowing full on that I
Did it all for the folly of love

**radio announcer's voice** This song's dedicated to Jon, Shannon, Melodie, Sharyl, Ian and all those who think this song is sappy.

Jeez. This feels like Clay Aiken all over again...

Joshua: Does anyone think Clay Aiken is gay?
Everyone: YES!!
Joshua: **speechless** ...

Why oh why ain't there another Joshua in the world? Wait, cuz if that's so then the End of the World will take place? Yup.

Y'know what I told Titus one night? That I was "C & C"

"Corny" and "Cheesy".

Bah. Whatever. Gotta go church office early or suffer Olyna's WRATH!!!!

***********

Joshua performed leaps and twirls in the air, the sweat glistening off his exposed upper body. Firing swift punches and high jump kicks into the air, his eyes moved about the environment, seeking imaginary attacks from imaginary opponents.

Furiously blocking now, an elbow attack with a sideways push of the palm, a raised knee with a pushing motion downards. His fist now rocketed forwards, and proceeded to crash into his make-believe opponent's solar plexus. Joshua now moved in for the kill: the spinning back-handed throat thrust which would crush the windpipe.

Then he stopped in mid-blow, for his fictional opponent suddenly had a face, and he recognised who it was. Shocked, he leapt backwards into the Crane Vanguard position.

Then he realised that it was only his imagination, for there was nothing now in the place of the one he had seen. Falling to the ground into a sttting position, he bowed his head and leaned into his sweaty arm.

What in the world... Joshua thought, was that? How could he attack him? Now, that he actually considered it, it was possible. Closing his eyes, Joshua remembered all that he had seen and heard, about him. Then he sighed.

He had wanted to kill him.

What would make me want to do that? Immediately, he knew.

Jealousy. Envy. Anger. The very things that had caused part of the Sundering. For Joshua that is. He sighed.

Her beautiful visage now vivid in his mind, followed by his. Joshua suddenly howled and struck the wall, and to his surprise and shock, it actually trembled.

Stumbling backwards, he continued to stare at the part where he punched the white, God-blessed wall for around ten or more minutes. Then increasingly vivd images in his mind appeared, each one more painful to behold then the next.

He was once told that he was blessed with a powerful mind, but he now saw it as a curse as his imagination continued to create pictures and scenes in which he could do nothing but cry.

And cry he did.

Just then, a girl's voice, concerned and caring, right beside his right ear spoke:

"Why are you crying, Joshua?"

2004-11-12T14:05:00.000+08:00

Bleeding.

Crying.

Weeping.

But still hanging on.

Still fighting on.

Still feeling torn.

His chipped and blunted swords in his hands. His armour torn and broken. Wounds physical and emotional, bleeding agony and screaming anguish. He knows there is nowhere to go, but forward.

He told himself; there's only three more to go, then your wings will sprout, and you can take flight. But what he thought would be a breeze for him has become harder than anything he had thought possible. He can feel his future slipping away, from the lighted path of hope into the blighted road of despair.

His family. They were there, and yet he feels only a little comfort from that.

His friends. Were they there, or were they not? Some were, some weren't, and some even wanted to bring him down. A melancholy takes over him as one close as a brother to him misunderstands him.

His love. What love? It did not exist, save in the scream-filled labyrinths of his mind.

His God. Once he felt closeness. Now he felt far away.

It was over. As he sees in the distance the imposing figure of his next opponent, he knew he would be defeated. Even now, as he reviewed the strokes and manuevers his teacher taught him, they were fuzzy, and his swords were blunt and cracked. Whoever fought with blunt swords? He chuckled sadly, a miserable sob of despair.

He closed his eyes, and allowed the darkness, not from the gloom of the night, but from his own jaded and broken heart to take him.

Come, Blade of Demons.

Come, Destroyer of Light.

Come, Slayer of Maidens.

The Sealer of Fate has fallen. Come, and take his place.

And deep within the dark of his heart, a snarl, hate-filled and blood-thirsty, sounded.

***********

Hmph.

In the bloody computer lab now, typing out something which i dont even understand.

Yes. Its me. Wait, do you even give a shit? No. I'll bet not.

Heh. Do you know how dumb this feels? POA is so damn hard. It's over.

Hopefully Geography gives me an easier time. Or else I might kill someone.

Hah. You wanna know how I think how I did?

Fine. Laugh at me, you whoresons.

EL: If I'm lucky A2. If I'm like my sister, C6

Maths: If the bugger's blind, A2. If not B3 or even B4.

Sci: Dunno. From what i see of Phy and Chem, B3-4

Lit: If Im lucky, A2. If not B3-4

Chi: Screwed it up. C6

Humans: Did pretty well 4 SS. Now up to Geo. Hope A2, if not B3-6

POA: From what I can see now, F9.

Now lets add them up: L1R4 = 24
L1R5 = 30

I can go nowhere. Great. Time to go ITE or even repeat. Or even kill myself, and see how far Christ is willing to stretch his mercy. If He doesn't, well, see you in Hell.

This is just rich. I know of one who has girls messaging him every night, and he complains that they send too fast or too many. Some guys I know would give everything just to be in his position. God, how I hate people.

Which brings me to my pathetic self. My self-centered dreams and egocentric fantasies could be the biggest comedy since Finding Nemo. And my biggest hope? Forget about it. God, how I hate myself.

This world really sucks. Really, really, I bet you guys have entertained that thought. And if you're one of those fools who mentioned on you-know-whos blog that friends stroke ones ego, then I hope you can learn to shuttup. A blog's made for rants, biatch. Anyway, I wish Eve had never eaten that fruit. Another reason why girls suck sometimes. If that...female had never touched that piece of shitte, then we would'nt be the state that we are in.

Heh. Apologies to all girls out there. I lost control of myself at times.

Lol. Jon's now pissed that I'm 'too lazy to learn the bass.' Okay Jon. I'll try to learn it. Though I hope you'll try to understand the reason for me not wanting to learn it.

I hope you're happy now.

I hope everyones happy now.

I hope God's happy now.

Ah screw all.

May all those poor buggers (incl. me) who are doing their 'O's this year enter whatever they want to enter.

Of course, if we're snatching for a position in the same course, then piss off.

Just kidding. heh.

***********

"Wah lao, Chemistry die already lah!"

"Aye guys, dun worry eh! We have only three or four more to go eh!

"Ya lor! After all this we practice from day to night!"

"Wah so fierce ah Ian?"

"We can! We fierce!"

"Yah yah yah, I think you just want to go and LAN right? Hoth...?"

"Ooh...Hoth...Yes..."

They laughed. Each of them had passed through the trials together, and they were now just waiting for it to be over. Joshua wiped his brow.

"Wah lao...Still got Geog, POA and MCQ sial..."

Ian laughed "Aiyah scared what? We got almost one week lorh!"

"Yah lah! So kanchiong for what? Aye Ian, wanna craft?" Eph grinned cheekily.

"Wah, aye, haven't see Royston for quite longded liao." Joshua asked.

"His parents lah! Aiyah, sure see him after 'O's one lah. Then he sure want to chiong pool one." Ian quipped.

They laughed again, and Joshua looked at the both of them. They were good friends in the main, though still a little unknown at times. But they largely took around the same subjects, and had the same disdain reserved for school.

"In fact, why dont we relax now eh? Lets go LAN ah!" Ian suggested.

"Okay lah! Aye Eph, go and play lah! Try Battlefront! It's a bit like Vietnam!" Joshua asked.

"Wah lao, don't want lah." Eph shook his head.

"Just try lah Fram. Its damn fun. I sure you like one." Ian assured.

"...Okay lah. Lets go." Eph nodded.

And the three of them left for the Somerset Cybercafe, ready to blast some bots into outer space.

2004-10-21T09:55:00.000+08:00

He crawls, on the dirt-caked road. His energy is spent, but he knows he still has to make this last lap. He knows it is he who is to blame, he who caused his own fate and suffering.

Had I worked harder before, this would not have happened. He thinks, but shakes his head. There was no point moaning over past mistakes. Heroes look at the future, not at the past. Dwell over past mistakes only when one encounters a situation like that. But now, time was precious.

The boy pulls himself to his feet. Above him the horizons are awash with his dreams, of love, of wealth, of power, of everything he has ever wanted.

But to reach that he must first finish this race. This race of endurance, of knowledge, and of hard work.

Far in the distance he sees his first enemy. He knows it will be a week and a few days before he comes against it. But he has defeated it once, and will not need to do so again.

But behind it lies several other adversaries, each harder than the one before it. Then three more days of recovering, and then another two more enemies, one the second incarnation of an enemy he had already defeated. Then seven days of regaining his strength, before he would battle two more adversaries, one who would become his ally in the future.

Then another three days before the final one, and yet it would be the easiest of the lot, for by then he would already have been fairly proficient at it, and it would only be choosing amongst four or five ways of attack. Four of which would be wrong, of course. There would only be an hour allocated for it as well though.

But after that...

After that...

He would finally be free.

The boy raises his eyes towards the heavens, and smiles at the One who saved him. The King smiles back, nods and points forward, as if to say "Go forth, my servant, and conquer in My name!"

The boy nods, and starts to run.

***********

I think you all know what I was talking about.

Ian, you'll get yr thingie after the 'O's. Taduh inspiration.

God bless all.

2004-09-22T18:39:00.000+08:00

Jonathan drew the runeblades Shkvall from its' sheath, both red and blue blades glinting in the twilight of the setting sun. The usual thrill of power and energy filled his body, and he smiled at his sparring opponent.

Joshua unsheathed the Hyperion longsword, and lifted it up so that its cross-guard was in front of his face. He closed his eyes and concentrated lightly. A moment later, the blade took on a whitish glow, and Joshua opened his eyes once again.

The two brothers-in-Christ stood facing each other within a huge square made from stone tiles, known to many as the "Squared Circle". Both of them wore armour, Jonathan his Rogue Templar armour suit and Joshua his custom-made Cross of Light suit.

"Ready, brother?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows.

"Let's go." Joshua replied as he lowered Hyperion to his standard sword position.

The Rogue Templar nodded, and suddenly launched an overhead strike with the blue runeblade. Joshua knew this move. It was called La Rafale Commence : Eine Morgen-Brise, one of the first attacks often used from Jonathan's fighting style, the Shkvallar-Tanis. When translated, it meant: "The Squall Begins: The Morning Breeze".

Joshua also saw the red blade in Jon's left hand trailing behind. Having only one longsword, Joshua was at a disadvantage. He sent a burst of energy through his body, and avoided the blow rather than to block it. Jon laughed and delivered a second spinning strike with his left runeblade, causing Joshua to take a step back. The blue blade flashed out, and Joshua parried the blow just in time. Then the red one stabbed out, and the Paladin swung his longsword up to knock it away.

I'm getting trapped! thought Joshua anxiously. From the looks of it, Jon was already in La Grève De La Rafale: Der Tödliche Wirbelsturm, also known as "The Strike of the Squall: The Deadly Cyclone". This method of attack would encircle him in a series of relentless strikes, and the length of the Hyperion would make blocking them difficult for him.

Suddenly he remembered something he had learnt from the former Shadowdancer Aiglos Aigner: The Dance of Blades and the Way of the Fencer. Both skills, though not completely mastered yet, would still give him the ability to block Jon's attacks. He allowed his body to completely relax, his muscles becoming more and more flexible. His left hand slipped from the handgrip, and he changed to a one-handed stance. Immediately he began to block every single attack that Jon sent very quickly, and though it was still a stalemate, at least Joshua had saved some time.

But for how long? Already his arm began to tire, and his hand started to feel numb from all the blows.

As his mind began to calculate how to turn the tables, the alacrity and number of Jon's strike suddenly quadrupled. Joshua was shocked to see that there seemed to be four Jons attacking him. Then he realised he was witnessing the famed La Grève De La Rafale: Stürme Auf Allen Seiten, or The Strike of the Squall: Gales on All Sides.

The Dance of Blades gave him quick enough reflexes to avoid and block all the attacks, but Joshua was drained, and he knew he would not last long. Suddenly, he saw an opening, and he smiled.

Jon was now attacking like a rabid hound, and was about to transit to the next stage of attack when suddenly Joshua vanished. What the? Jonathan was startled. Too late, he realised, It's 'The Hidden Light', one of Joshua's most recent creations. Joshua suddenly appeared just as Jonathan stopped attacking. He smiled.

Bent light rays around him, thought Jonathan glumly. So that I couldn't see him for nuts! Then Joshua exploded in an array of devastating strikes in a circle around him, and he seemed to be surrounded in a sphere of flashing lights. Jonathan jumped backward, and three slashes he had to block from that move. Geez...The Light of the World. Damn Joshua should stop basing his moves off verses from the Bible... Jonathan grumbled as he tried to get proper footing to attack. 'Cause that gives his attacks incredible power!

Joshua seeing that Jonathan was trying to get onto steady ground to retaliate, moved swiftly into another of his double verse attacks. Channelling holy energy into his blade, he slashed the ground with great power in criss-crosses before him as he advanced towards his opponent, and each criss-cross in the ground was a foot deep and wide. Jon almost tripped on his feet trying to get away from Joshua's blazing blade, and cursed. Shit! Lamp Onto My Feet! He then, his eyes widening as he realised what was coming next, jumped for cover.

Light Onto My Path.thought Joshua, after drawing in the ground the last criss-cross. He then leapt four feet in the air and sent a giant pulse of holy energy into his sword. Immediately his longsword flashed and it became covered in a garantuan blade of white energy a foot wide and seven feet long. The paladin slashed downwards onto the ground, making it tremble.

Then the area exploded.

When the dust finally settled, an enormous groove seven feet in length, four feet and a half deep and two feet wide could be seen right in front of Joshua. Onlookers gasped and tried to look in the groove for Jonathan. But as they craned their necks and peered, a flash of blue and red came from a cloud of dust on Joshua's left.

Jonathan hacked downwards with his right blade, and Joshua parried brought his right arm up and blocked it. Almost automatically his left hand dropped to where his cross-blade hung, and drew it from its sheath, and whipped it towards Jonathan's throat. At the same time Jonathan's crimson blade stabbed towards his gut.

The crimson blade of Shkvall thudded against Joshua's armour, and a split second later Joshua's cross-blade tapped against Jon's throat. In battle both would have died, but since it was a sparring match, Jon won.

For a tense moment they glared at each other. Then they dropped their stances and laughed like a pair of drunkards. Joshua then grabbed Jon's hand and raised it into the air as the announcer shouted out: "And the winner of this match...Jonathan!"

A few hundred metres away, Aiglos, Joshua's newest mentor, smiled. As he looked at the both of them, he saw that the bond, forged in times of joy, tempered in times of darkness and strengthened by their belief in Christ, between them was so strong, that only one thing could have any hope of even cracking the bond. Girls, Aiglos mused. Every hero's bane. Especially Joshua's. But besides that,the two of them knew each other like the back of their own hands, how each moved, thought and fought. They were truly, as they called one another, brothers.

***********

That's for actually reading my blog. Lolx.

Yup, in case you were wondering why Jon placed my birthdate up on the tagboard, it was becos I said in my previous blog that whomever did that would be the star of my next excerpt. Lol. And he got it.

Sorry Ian. Too late. Too slow. Read properly nthis time round yah? LOL.

Those that want an excerpt, keep reading...You'll find it....

Man...Prelim marks will definitely suck turd. Check out what 'appened.

EL: Yeargghh. Wrote about somebody...in a "describe a school function" compo. Out of point. confirm sahpai. Compre also dieded.

CL: Forget it. I wrote abt a hired killer for "an extraordinary person" compo. And I killed a certain sum1 too! Heeheehee...I'm nuts.

Physics: Lol. I think can pass. JUST.

Chem: Lol. I think can fail. JUST.

Geo: Got asthma attack. Missed it. >_<

SS: Okay. Think can get decent marks.

Math Paper 1: Hmm...quite bad sial...I was damned stupid...lost 16 marks!!!ARGH!

Math Paper 2: Lost more than double of that from Paper 2...sure fail...

Lit Paper 1: Smokey!

Lit Paper 2: More Smokey!(even Leon couldn't help!)

POA: I'll be blessed if I dun get an F9!

Comb Chem MCQ: One Day More...(on Friday lah)

Well...its been a long time since I last blogged, and hah, did I miss it. Blogging's become a necessary part of my life now...all those creative juies stuck in my brain is not good.

Bah. Do any of you wonder how some people seem to treat you as a back-up? Like for i.e, when someone is not around, only then does the person start talking to you? Or even actually sees that you're there? Talk about being "invisible". Hmph.

Another moment is when you start thinking that you and a friend are really really good friends, and then you find out he or she's actually screwed you behind your back? The feeling sucks huh? Yeah.

It sucks big time. Especially when that guy's made the object of your affections impossible to reach. Hmph.

I thank God for true brothers like Jonathan, who has no link to me in blood(mebbe except Adam) but by the Bush and most importantly in Christ. I remember Adrian sharing about being transparent, authentic and vulnerable to others. Perhaps I can only truly make myself vulnerable before others such as them.

A Commercial Break:
Its The Star of our Next Excerpt Time! To be our next excerpt star, just type in the tagboard what is...my SURNAME! The prob is, winners of the past week's excerpt CANNOT apply! Sorry Jon!

Hm. I'm sick and tired of those idiots slamming Christianity. Y'know, its not exactly very polite to insult the beliefs of others, and not too smart, especially since YOU'll be standing before the ONE whom you insulted!

Yearrgh. I hate j00. Really, I hate j00. You are quite rather the cause of some of my problems, and a pain in the butt, a thorn in my flesh, and an ache in the neck is an understatement of j00. Never mind.

Anyone read Abraham's blog before? Indeed, his blog is funny...however it is NOTHING compared to Leon's. At least Leon deosn't have to resort to excessive South Park-esque language to make others laugh. Heh.

Speaking of blogs, I find it incredibly hilarious and amazingly stupid that some only know how to insult others by using other people's errm, shall we say, ideas? Haha...when someone does that, I find it so dumb that even if it is aimed at me, i dun even bother to fire back, cause its so...so...lame. Time for a little originality, methinks?

hahah. Enuff venom Joshua...Time to vent a little anger by ending the life of evil people. In a game, of course. Seeya soon.

***********

She stood there, smiling at him. Even when a trickle of blood flowed from her lips, her beauty, to him, was unmatched.

He leapt towards her, and snatched her out of harm's way, just as a powerful blow from the merchant Temu'er landed. He held her in his arms, and the blue-clad girl looked up from within them.

"Is...Is that y-you? I'm...I'm not dreaming then, am I?" Came her weak whisper.

He nodded. "You're not dreaming, my love. I'm here, just as I said I would...I'm sorry I came late..."

She snuggled deeper in his embrace, and shook her head. "You're here, and that's all I need to know."

He bent his head downwards, and breathed in the scent of her hair. "You hold on, love. I'll send you internal energy to heal you" Saying thus, he began to do so, but for her notice of the state of his body.

"Wh..what happened to you? Why do you look so gaunt? Your arms...oh God..." She moaned as she placed her hand on his cheek. His hand took it, and he sighed. "Don't talk it about it. Just hold on, and I'll direct my energy to you."

"No! What happened to you? Tell me!" She cried, holding his before-slender, now-ravaged body even tighter than before.

No matter what, she would not let him heal her till he told her what had happened to his body. Her own pain seemed to have vanished, replaced by her great love for him. As for him, he took no notice of the constant weakness he felt from the virulent poison, and instead his heart was almost broken by the sight of her injuries and the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

The both of them held each other as close as possible, and both cooed and whispered sweet nothings in the presence of their mighty enemies. Their adversaries stood and did not attack. They were not afraid of the two of them, but rather, the great love that the couple seemed to be saturated in for each other, and the Divine Love that was reflected off them from the Prince of Peace, showed great valour and nobility that commanded respect!

The Shuanglin monk, Reverend Weiyan, backed away due to his compassion, but the Priory of Sion procurate, Vaugnessy yelled at the tall guy.

"Christ is dead, boy. We are the Keepers of his Grail, and the Wardens of his Line. Bow to the truth!"

The tall teenager glared at him, and replied: "What you know, is not the truth, for He is alive, and He dwells in Heaven now, awaiting that day where His Father would send him back to Rapture his Church!"

The procurate howled, "Then you shall see the power of those who possess the truth!" Saying thus, he gathered up his internal strength and prepared to strike the Follower of Christ down.

The believer, holding the girl with his left arm, pulled her backwards so that she would be shielded from all attacks. With his right, he channelled his internal strength throughout his body, and moved into the Holy Dragon Stance. His faith then, was so powerful that if anyone had used the Revealing Sight then, one would have been shocked.

Where the couple stood, five dragons flew; two of them twin Chinese dragons, one a large leather-winged dragon, one a majestic dragon with feathered wings and the last a dragon that could cover a person to form a armour. All of them were formed by the tall believer's internal strength, whose love he now held in his arms.

The amazing thing was that those dragons didn't fly without purpose. They flew, as if they were under an Authority's orders, One even greater than the already mighty power of dragons. They hovered around a bright, blazing cross that the couple shone in their hearts, and those dragons were as sentinels, protecting the both of them from harm.

"For you should not fear those who can kill physically, but rather, fear the One who can kill the body and destroy the spirit."

2004-08-27T14:42:00.000+08:00

"Damn it lah!" Brian cursed as he marched down the spiraling staircase.

It had not been a very good day for him. Being on his brother's Life Group was pretty okay most of the time, but then there were also days that were bad. Like today.

Brian, who wielded two scimitars but were not that proficient at them, almost freaked out when an orc reared in front of him. What Brian didn't notice was that his brother was just beside it.

Needless to say, the orc died, but Ian also got a new haircut. After the battle, Ian kept yelling at Brian for his mistake, and even threatening to send him to the Courtyard of Counsels. Brian shook his head at the stupidity of his ass-headed brother. Ian himself had almost beheaded Ephraim a few times, and at one time even knocked that paladin out accidentally.

The staircase now opened up into a hallway, and the sun shone its rays through windows on the left, giving the room a nice, warm orangey glow. He continued to walk forward, adn he al

Suddenly he heard a voice call out from behind: "Brian!"

His head turned, and he saw a girl waving at him. It took him a second to realise who she was before he smiled and waved back. Then he turned back to where he was facing before and he walked straight into a pillar.

A loud bump sounded, and he rubbed his forehead painfully. The seventeen-year-old looked back, and he saw that she was giggling at him. Brian blinked, then flushed. She smiled again, and waved again, before she went up the staircase.

Brian continued to stare and smile at her retreating back, even when she was gone. Then he realised what he was doing and shook himself out of it. "What the heck is happening?"

Now as he thought about her, several things came to his mind: her imperfect but warm smile, her sparkling eyes, the very scent of her perfume as he walked pass her. They now seemed to occupy his mind more, and it seemed that everytime his eyes met hers, a spark went off in his body.

"Crap." Now he knew what had happened to him. What he had teased his brother and many others about now applied to him.

He was falling-no, had fallen-for a girl.

Shouts from the courtyard outside reached his ears, and he went to the closest window to have a look. There, striding furiously, with his fingers wrapped round the handgrip of his longsword, was a familiar tall figure wearing a blue cape and a suit of shining silver plated armour with a gold cross in the middle. Behind him, a smaller figure covered in a gold and pink mailshirt, holding a golden spear ran after him.

Grateful for something to take his mind off his inner turmoil, he settled down and got ready to watch the show.

***********

HA!

So Brian...like the excerpt I wrote especially for you? Muahahahhaa!

And it has absolutely no mention of my name too. Heh.

Anyway, welcome, people, back to my blog.

It's been a long time, hasn't it? Yeah...There's a couple of issues I want to talk about today:

Recently (or not so recently) one of my good frens broke off with her boyfren. Yes, I know I should be more sensitive, but wtf, I've got something to say.

To teh Boyfriend: Oy. Do you think she really wanted to break up with you? Fuck(yes, FUCK. The first time I'm cursing on my blog. You have a problem with that?!), I was the one who helped pull the both of you together, and watched over as a big brother should(or shouldn't). You think I wouldn't know what the fuck happened? Let me tell you this, you sonofabitch, she did it becos YOUR parents didn't fucking allow it.

Now, you call her a bitch, claim that she used you and that your mom was right about everything. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! First of all, I would know first-hand wat being used is about...(Damn you, Ruth.)So do you think that I would let that happen? Second, to actually agree that your mom was right is being BLIND. WHO was the one who threatened to throw you out if you continued the relationship in the first place?

One final warning, you so-called "servant of Christ". She still has you in her heart, and she's trying hard to forget you. And I know its damned hard to do that. So if I ever know that you ever try to hurt her intentionally again...

You're fucked.

**returns to reader**: Anyway...You still there? Hell, I bet no one has even reads the actual blog part. Tell you what. If you post on the tagboard my birthdate, you will be the star of next update's excerpt. First one first served yah?

Another matter to speak of...That is, never ever tell your secrets to anyone whom you don't have knowledge of their secrets too (other than the really old ones...) Why? Recently a good guy friend of mine, along with another sister-in-Christ, got backstabbed. And from what I know, it seems bad.

And the guy who backstabbed the both of them, is also a brother-in-Christ as well...someone who's older than me too! I dun have the authority to judge who's right or wrong, but man, if someone tells you something that he tells you NOT to spread, just zip it.

Oh, and if I did it to any of you, I apologise. It was most probably unintentional or whatever. Really, I sincerely say "Sorry". But if you ask me to kowtow...

Hehhe...Imma scared. 'O's are coming and yet I'm still blogging. Blearrgh. Hahha. See ya later. BYE!

P.S The girl whom I mentioned in the last update is Ruth. Damned girl...Still haunts my mind sometimes...gotta get a hypnotist to phase her out.

P.S.S The next excerpt is for Sheryl. Hope you like it =)

***********

"Are you sure you're okay, Sheryl?" Melodie asked with concern.

She nodded, and the blade dancer turned back to Shannon. Sheryl began walking towards the stairs leading up to the Great Balcony, a balcony so huge that it resembled a courtyard.

As she reached the door, it opened.

Standing at the open doorway was Gilcrist. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stopped moving.

Gilcrist had his face covered in bandages, and only a small part of his face other than his eyes was exposed. Dressed in a patient's gown, he began to walk down the steps carefully. Sheryl was first amazed, then she remembered what had happened: Joshua had challenged him to a duel, and had punched the daylights out of Gilcrist after disarming him.

He seemed to be in a daze, as he walked past Sheryl without even noticing, and even when Shannon saw him and tried to give him a piece of her mind, he simply trudged past her, oblivious to everything. Must be the anaesthetic, Sheryl thought sadly.

She suddenly felt a lump in her throat, but she quickly composed herself. Not here...Not yet. She told herself. She walked through the open doorway into the Great Balcony, and as she closed her eyes, a cool zephyr caressed her cheeks.

A voice to her right spoke "It's all yours."

She opened her eyes again and turned, only to see a blue cape flap past her through the doorway. She nodded gratefully as the door closed, knowing that privacy was hers since Joshua would be blocking the only door up.

Thinking of the doorway made her think of who had passed her by the door.

Gilcrist.

The sky was ashen-grey in colour, and even though it was only mid-afternoon at the time, the sun was nowhere to be seen. She sighed, and continued to walk to the end of the Great Balcony, where she rested her arms on the wide grey stone railing.

Her eyes scanned the dreary horizon, and as she did memories, old and new, began to pour back into her mind.

It was his birthday, Gil's birthday, and he had invited a lot of people, including Joshua, whom he didn't know until Sheryl introduced them to each other, to participate in his party.

"Come on Sheryl! Just give him a hug!" Nicholas yelled at her. She shook her head, embarrassed. "Don't want!" Joshua rolled his eyes at her, but he smiled when Nicholas mouthed something to him.

"What?" Sheryl asked inquisitively. Her friends merely shrugged.

Five minutes later, it was photo-taking time. Sheryl and her friends stood around Gil, who was right in behind his birthday cake, which was on the table. Her friends made her stand beside Gil, and both began to blush, if only a little. "Ready?"

A chorus of "Yes!" sounded, and the Gil's father, the cameraman, began to count down.

"3!"

Sheryl's heart thumped. Not because she was afraid of the camera, but because Gil's hand now held hers.

"2!"

It suddenly dawned on her that nothing had happened even though she suspected that her friends had something mischievous planned.

"1!"

She shrugged. It's probably nothing, She thought.

"Cheese!"

Immediately all her friends, including Joshua, ducked downwards so that the table blocked them from sight. Which left the two lovebirds standing alone next to each other. Shocked, she tried to duck too, but Gil turned her face to his, and their lips met. Just like that.

The camera whirred and flashed, and the whole room cheered.

But now everything was different, Sheryl knew. Their relationship was now gone, broken by so many factors that it seemed impossible to join it anymore.

Her vision blurred, and slowly, salty rivers began to pour from her eyes, down her cheeks, and dripped off her chin. She began to feel drops on her body, and within a few moments, she was caught in a shower of rain.

She lifted her gaze to the sky, and the rain poured over her, drenching her clothes, but she didn't care. The rain washed the salty tears away, and her hair began to stick to her clothing.

Sobs wracked her small frame, and she fell to her knees, crying. As she wept, suddenly a myraid of voices came into her head, and words of hatred, evil and anger began to issue in her mind. She shook and shook her head, but they did not leave. The sheer agony opened her lips, and she began to wail even more.

Suddenly a voice began to speak to her, though she knew not whom.

"Do not fear, child of God! For it is written:
'The righteous call to the LORD, and he listens; he rescues them from all their troubles.
The LORD is near to those who are discouraged; he saves those who have lost all hope.
Good people suffer many troubles, but the LORD saves them from them all;
The LORD preserves them completely; not one of their bones is broken.
Evil will kill the wicked; those who hate the righteous will be punished.'"

The voices were now silenced, gone even, and a sense of safety entered her soul.

"Cry not, my sister! For it is written:
'He forgave your sins, every one. He heals your diseases, every one.
He redeemed you from hell, and He saves your life! He crowns you with love and mercy, a paradise crown.
He wraps you in goodness, beauty eternal. God makes everything come out right; he puts victims back on their feet.'"

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and yet she saw no one. Love suddenly seemed to surround her, and it seemed as if she could even touch it.

"Weep not, young one! For He has has said:
My love, though, is ever and always, eternally present to all who fear Me,
Making everything right for them and their children
As they follow My ways and remember to do whatever I say.
I have set My throne in heaven; I rule over all. I am the King."

She finally stopped crying, and the hand left her shoulder. A rustle of feathery wings could be heard, and another voice spoke, full of power, authority, and love spoke:

"Behold! I will be with you always, even up to the end of the age."

The last word trailed off slowly, and she remained kneeling on the ground for a few minutes, before she looked up. The clouds were gone, replaced by blue skies and a bright sun that now warmed her cold body.

She got up slowly, this time with a smile, and walked back towards the door. When she opened it, she saw Jeric standing in front of her with a huge towel. When she asked why, Jeric simply shrugged: "Joshua does this almost everyday when he gets sad...gets wet and everything. I always remember to bring a towel for him to dry off once he's done, and since I saw you go in looking quite sad, I brought a towel for you too."

Sheryl laughed uncontrollably while taking the towel from Jeric. Outside, the birds chirped and sang, allowing their feathers to dry off after the rain.

2004-08-13T18:50:00.000+08:00

"I hate you."

So were the words so forcibly spat out by the girl, whose hands and legs lay bound by black ropes.

Joshua turned on her immediately, and his eyes, which had been an unnatural grey with red flecks, now trembled and became bloodred with grey flecks. "Do you think I do not?"

She glared at him. "Of course you do. You're a Death Templar: A destroyer of life, a killer of babes, the slayer of heroes. Not to mention that you were the worst of the lot: you were their leader."

The former paladin laughed, but there was no humour in it. Then he stretched out his hands, as if pushing an invisible wall coming in from his left and right sides.

The incredibly intrcate carvings on his huge, ornate plate armour slowly faded away, followed by the gold linings that outlined the various pieces of armour on his body. Then the gold, upside-down blade-like cross on his chest plate disappeared, followed by the silver embossed skulls that decorated his armour. Then the armour itself faded into shadow, and some of it flowed away, and materialised on an armour stand that stood at the wall. The remaining shroud on his body then turned into a soft, ash-grey cotton robe.

"I will say this: In my heart I bear the greatest hatred for you. But it is not because of my chosen class. Rather, with you, it has become a personal vendetta, and I know you are not what your name says: you are ruthless." The Demonblade snapped his fingers, and the girl's bonds withered into nothingness.

She immediately covered herself, having been stripped of her outer clothing by the Death Templars when they captured her. The fire in her eyes did not fade, but burned with a greater intensity. "So you will take me now, like how the rest of your damned brethern haven taken my friends?!" There was no need to see what she meant, for the screams and cries of the violated girls and boys, and the primal grunts of the Death Templars outside of his tent could be heard.

"Let me tell you this: I would kill myself before I let you touch me!"

The Demonblade ran his hands through his now shoulder-length hair, which was also streaked with grey and smiled. "It is tempting, but no. What I will do now is to go to sleep. But before that I will try to rouse your memory."

His right hand drawing power from the fabled blade he was named after, he spoke the words of power: "Sadowmei nightegnow, silkias prefectas!" He raised his left hand, and shadow once again erupted from his hands. This time, they covered the raven-haired girl, and they changed to form a beautiful nightgown of black silk. Not only did they help to protect her modesty, but the way it was cut only served to enchance her beauty.

"Wh...what is the meaning of this?" She spoke, this time with uncertainty.

He cast another spell, this time a powerful silencing spell upon his tent. Immediately no sound could go out of his tent, nor could sound enter from the outside. He looked at her, and she saw that his eyes were now back to their grey form.

"Several years ago, there was a boy, whose naivety and smile appeared no matter what happened. His name had the same connotations as your Saviour and he was called the Righteous Dragon by others. Then you took his naivety and used it to your own ends, and eventually, you took his smile too. Darkness slowly consumed his life, and he then became a leader of those who would seek their vengeance against the world, against those who had hurt them, so that they could hurt them back."

She paused for a few moments, and suddenly a face and a name came to her mind. Her eyes widened and she whispered, ever so softly: "Righteous...Dragon? No...It can't be..."

Joshua looked at her, and for a few moments mustered a smile that had disappeared many years ago. The smile of innocence, of happiness and of ignorance. Then it was gone, replaced by a smile of sadness and anguish. The lids of his eyes closed, and he fell on the bed beside her, sound asleep.

Her gaze fell on his sleeping form, and she could not believe it. That boy...with his mop of hair, sparkling dark eyes and a naivety that was only present in a child...could not... could not be this, this man who lay before her. Yet as his sleep deepened she saw his expression softening, and she knew it was.

"Joshua..."

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b00 =)

An excerpt of "The White Fortress". Yawn. Im in a cybercafe doin this btw. Amd its 11:35am. Lolx. Yep you can guess what happened.

Hahha...I become a bad guy. Lol. Not 4 long though. And if anyone wants to know who this girl is, look at the part where I said she was not what her name was. I think you can figure it out =P Dun worry, for those who want a piece of their own action, scroll to the bottom later. I'll write another one after this.

Now on to blog proper...I've been feeling quite retarded these few days, and I...never mind.

Btw, Doom 3 is quite fierce. Nice graphics and wonderful gameplay. Almost got my ass kicked though. Almost wanted to do cheat codes...lol

Watched Passion of Christ last week...Tears all the way man... The bridge "I''ll never know how much it cost to see my sins up on that cross" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. Even now I just feel like breaking down whenever I think of what God has done for us.

Anyone rmbr'ed the nail hands part? Omg...Damned buggers man...really want to cry sial.

Watched the dumb ashlee simpson showcase. Stupid rockstar...make us wait for 50+ minutes...even Kelly Clarkson also not so bad. And her singing's not *that* good live either. However she does have one redeeming quality: She's pretty hot. Lol. And her green eyes are seriously creepy.

pieces of me = off! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!...stupid girl. I swear, if I ever make it big, my waiting time will never be more than 15mins...Unless i woke up late again. x)

Celebrated Jon's bdae too...by making him and Reagan wait(SORRY GUYS!), playing LAN and eating at Hard Rock Cafe (BROWNIES WITH ICE-CREAM= PWNAGE!). LOL REAGAN AND JON I SWEAR I WILL OWN YOU TWO SOOO BAD ONE DAY AT SOMETHING! I SWEAR I WILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sound familiar?)

You can guess what happened. CS = I see Reagan, Reagan sees me, I die. Zero Hour = I see Jon, I attack Jon, Jon flicks little finger = whole attack force dead. Jon sends Battlebus(I taught you that tactic!) and Rockgies, I die. Blearrgh =P

I forgot to sing you the bdae song too! So here goes:

Happi bdae to j00, happi bdae to j00,
May you be forever 1337 and our Bush brudder,
Happi bdae to j00!

Oh, and it was Sharyl's birthday on that day too! I din celebrate it with her tho, not to mention I didn't get a present for her as well. So here goes:

Harpy bdae to j00, happy bdae to j00
You'll grow tall one day soon(heheh) and not be a diminutive girl anymore
(heehee),
Happi bdae to j000000oOo0oOoO0o0oO0oo!!!!!!!!!

Actually, I can't remember what I wanted to say anymore. Lol. Oops...played D00m3 till 1pm? Crap. Seeya man. Gtg.

P.S anyone have a forgetting potion or spell? I want to forget things. Lots of things.

P.S.S Sorry if the excerpt below is nonsense. It was intended to BE nonsense. Lol.

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Ian screamed.

Not because an orc had stabbed him or a elf had hit him with a spell. He screamed because Sharyl and Shannon had just pinched him at the same time for making a nasty remark.

Joshua yelled.

Not because he had been hit by a Death Templar's spell, or get knocked down by a troll, but because Sherlyn was stitching a particularly bad wound.

Ephraim, who had just stumbled into the medical center with a small cut, looked at them for a while, and ran. He could face undead hordes of evil, but not this. Just not this.

Anything but this after a long day at the wall.

Behind him a thud could be heard as Joshua fainted and hit the ground due to the incredible pain caused by Sherlyn's last stitch, which she had pulled a little too hard.

Some people thought that the frontlines were the worst place to be. For the guys, it was the medical center. Titus didn't even bother to go, and had simply placed a bandage over his wounds, and as Ephraim ran up hurriedly to him, he already knew what had happned.

The Swordsman of Blood and Fire tossed a bandage up to Ephraim, and he gratefully accepted it. So what if there would be a scar? At least its not that painful...

2004-07-20T15:00:00.000+08:00

Sherlyn knew that the situation was not good. The makeshift hospital behind the second gate was going to get swarmed by the charging orcs, goblins and dark elves soon. Not to mention the traitorous humans and the undead ones.

But she was a Priestess of Light, a Blade Dancer of Life. She would stay with those that she had nursed until they were safely evacuated. That was her duty. Though she was hardly on the frontlines unlike the guys and some of the other girls, she still had to bear the responsibility.

You didn't escape from combat just because you were a healer. You took the risks all the same. That was war. Especially one to stop the Devil from commiting genocide. Genocide of God's people, that is.

The wooden door of the hospital broke open, and the bodies of the two guards were flung to the ground. Steeling herself, her eyes flared with anger and determination. The priestess swept up her white staff of reinforced oak wood. This staff had been with her for a very long time, and the funny thing was, there was no mark or notch in it. It was that strong.

Orcs began to flood the room, and soon a throng of around thirty to forty orcs gathered before her, roughly-forged swords and axes gleaming before her. Behind her, a group of carriers ferried the wounded men to the third wall. They had no weapons, and all were lightly armoured to lighten their load.

She was their only defense. She was the only thing that delayed the orcs from killing them. Sherlyn raised her staff menacingly.

An orc charged, only to fall to a graceful yet devastating blow to the neck. Another came, and this time the staff cracked across his skull, knocking him dead. Sherlyn breathed, and her eyes saw four orcs jump at her at once. Her pupils widened.

Suddenly a pair of wavy steel blades, like the shape of a flame, came down, and an orc lost its head. Shermien, her sister stood beside her, eyes blazing, smirk on her face.

The Blade Dancer of Fire.

From her left an orc ran, but a rapier plunged through its chest, and a sabre swept the body away. A girl in a black jacket stood there, rapier in left and sabre in right. Melodie, with her usual half-smile when she danced, spun in a circle and landed perfectly.

The Blade Dancer of Water.

The third orc was a little more hesitant in attacking, and yet that proved to be its downfall when a brown-clad girl rammed her twin long knives into its chest. Shannon turned around, crossed her blades, took a bow and pursed her lips, and broke into a wide smile. "Hi!"

The Blade Dancer of Wind.

The last orc managed to sneak around them, in the violence that took place a few seconds before. Now behind Sherlyn he raised his dagger...Only to feel incredible pain, and looking downwards, he saw the tip of a short sword stick jut out from his chest. Apparently, someone had rammed it from his back. Falling to his knees, he heard someone behind speak in a chirpy voice: "Trying to backstab my friend huh? Just remember, I'm the rogue-in-training here. If there's any backstabbing to be done, the person to do it is me!" Sharyl pouted, and removed her blade from the carcass.

The Blade Dancer of the Blizzard.

The five girls now stood together, not side by side, but in a formation. Slowly, they moved in unison: staff, flambards, rapier and sabre, twin long knives and a short sword moving in a myraid of movements that seemed to read each others' minds even though not a word was exchanged.

All of the Dancers, now tuned to the Great Song of God's Creation, twirled, leapt and spun, and as the remaining orcs charged, all of them seemed to pause for a second.

Then the moment passed, and one of the greatest victories ever recorded in the Siege of the White Fortress began.
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Hello all.

That was a excerpt from the "White Fortress". Yeah, I figured that if I placed all the rest of the main female characters in one excerpt, I wouldn't have to waste so much time. Now I can start writing about the guys...US! Hahahaha! More madness from Ephraim, Joshua, Ian, Leon, and possibly some other characters (Sir Samuel, Prince Terence and Adrian, The 'Berzerker' Zhiwei, etc...) GImme sone suggestions. I NEED THEM!!!

Oh, and btw, I'm not saying Sharyl's a backstabber. 'Cause she and Shannon are rogues in the story, which means one of their most powerful attacks is backstabbing, since rogues have the ability to sneak around without anyone noticing...Until its too late.

It's been around 2-3 weeks since I last updated. Really really sorry. Several things have been distracting me and all...

The 'O's are coming. And I'm shaking in my pants. Even as I write this my Chinese assessment book is on the computer glass table. I'm finished.

Warcraft. is. FUN! Okay, mebbe just creating the characters is...Though I'm hoping with the newest additions to the game, we would be able to complete that map.

Now for the actual rants:

Sometimes I feel really unhappy about the things in life...Why am I blessed with so little while other's are given so many? Good looks, good moves, a healthy and strong body, high intelligence, inceredible talents at music, great athleticism... Why don't I have all these? Why am I so dislikeable? Why can't I make others laugh like some do? Why?

I know, I know, I am beautfully and wonderfully made by God, but why am I not the best at something? Titus can sing better than I do (how many people have said that already?), Ming Zheng, Shannon, Jonathan, Daren, and more, can write so much better than I can. Acting? Leon beats me left, right, up, center.

Sometimes I don't understand, how a person can have so much stab wounds in his back and yet not fight back with stabs of his own. These are the people whom I really admire, the people whom return hatred with love. Respect man.

Sometimes I doubt my own God. Can you believe that? Doubting the incredible love and power of our Risen King. The grace and sacrifice of the Crucified One. There are sometimes when I think: What if my God doesn't exist? Then life would be so meaningless, all the laughter and tears, useless... There are sometimes when I think: What if the Word of God was...changed by men to suit their own purposes? Then wouldn't everything that we've believed in be for naught? I don't know...I don't know.

God help me. If I lose You, everything would be lost. My faith gone. My life gone. My hope gone. God, open my eyes to see You. God, set me on the everlasting Rock of Ages, that I may not falter on sinking sand.

Sometimes, I think almost every single teenage female in the world is evil. How many of my friends, how many of them get knocked down by them just because i.e they wanted money, better looking guys, more fame, or even because of freaking peer pressure?

Y'know, even my teacher says, that you cannot believe how many girls have demanded huge sums, their children, their property, their life even, from their so-called 'soulmates'. Or they suck, and suck, the blood, time, money out of a guy, then throws him away.

Sometimes, I feel like the whole world is screwed, the whole world against me, the whole world with their burning stakes, with their accusing fingers, with their staring eyes of hatred, with their mocking laughter,...And in the background the screams of the lambs resound, again, again, and again.

...Enough of this. I think that's enough delirium for today.

Tution starts in a few hours time, and my compo's not even done. Haha. See you soon.

I hope.

By the way, the next is an excerpt from "The Restorers". Decided to put two excerpts up today since I haven't updated in such a long time. Hope you like it.

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His mismatched winter grey and midnight blue eyes took in the sight of the two.

He shook his head. What a fool I was, thought Joshua. What a fool I was to try to fulfill everyone's wishes, to try to alter him, to try and straighten his creases out. It would be easier taking on Lucifer himself!

Immedaitely after he thought that, he regretted it. Lucifer was much more powerful than him, even though he was an Aspect Ruler, a Vassal King of Christ. He remembered how Satan had knocked him aside with a single blow.

But then again, both tasks are about the same difficulty... Joshua thought sardonically. Looking down at the sweet-looking girl who lay sleeping in his arms, he smiled. At least Shannon and Claresta's safe now. But now the enemy is someone I will not fight, and cannot fight anymore...

He looked at the couple again, who now held each other in a tight embrace and was kissing each other. The Swords of Blood and Fire were merely triggers. Beforehand, he was already under the influence of Lucifer. That he should refuse the offer of Satan was good, but the Swords managed to fill in the gap that his heart had.The Time Lord shook his head sadly. In a totally wrong way.

Suddenly a seductive and forceful voice spoke in his head. Forget about him. What about yourself? Remember, Claresta lies in your arms right now. Bring her back to the Heart of Time and Destiny-your home, erase her memories and fill it with 'favourable' ones, that she may become the Lady of Time: your wife!

Shocked and utterly dismayed, Joshua took a step back. A split second later, he could hear another voice in his head.

This time, it was still, soft and quiet. Yet he sensed overwhelming volumes of...something behind it. It whispered in his ear: Do not do it, Joshua. Know that I will pour out upon you the blessings of heaven in due time. Know that I alone can, and shall grant you the desires of your heart. Know that I died for you so that you may live. And remember my son, that love, should not be aroused, nor created until it wishes to do so.

Joshua got a hold of himself, and realised what was going on. As a Vassal King of Christ, he was placed on the frontlines against the Fallen Archangel's forces, so he would be even more susceptible to Satan's temptations. However, God was good as usual, and was there when he needed him.

Yet...He shifted his arms so that Claresta would be more comfortable as she slept. He shook his head. Two different decisions, two different endings...

It was a long time before he finally decided on what to do.

2004-07-01T16:09:00.000+08:00

He was not happy. Not happy at all.

Drawing his scimitar, Tormenta (which translated, means "Tempest"), and taking on his round shield with a civet cat motif, Leon strode the walls of the fortress angrily.

He didn't know why exactly. Sometimes he wondered whether it was himself, the damned orcs or simply the friends that he befriended.

He yelled, and slashed the empty air in anger. Suddenly, he realised why seemingly-mad Joshua did sword-strokes without his sword even in the middle of the road, his eyes distant, stature rigid.

He was fighting off demons. Not demons in the physical sense or even spiritual, but the demons in his inner hell, his inner mind.

Like what he was doing now. Fighting off anger and hatred that sought to consume him, and release the beast that was within his tortured soul. He did not feel alone however.

Someone else was with him. Someone whom he had followed for most of his life, and He was always with Leon in all his times of strife and trouble, even when he did not feel it.

His Comforter, His All in All, now stood with him, now carried him, as he faced the flooding waters of pain, and Leon knew it.

Haha...now I sound like one of those overzealous-what was that? Leon's self-musings was suddenly cut short by something that sounded suspiciously like a goblin.

And it was. Leon spun around and before the goblin could even yell, delivered a fatal blow to its neck, and black ichor poured from its veins.

More squeaks could be heard. He turned and this time he saw five of them on his right. More sounds, and he saw that seven more had climbed onto the wall on his left as well. A chill ran down Leon's spine, and he realised that it was a sneak attack by night. He ran forward to take out two more goblins with his blade before shouting as loud as he could.

"The enemy is here! To arms! To me, brethern! To me, dwarves and elves! Defend the wall!"

Having raised the alarm, he now saw that there were twenty of them now, and they advanced with quick little steps, weapons raised and teeth bared, ready to kill the Bard.

"For Christ!" Leon yelled again, and charged into the crowd, shield upturned and scimitar flying here and there, breaking up the throng and killing three who was unprepared for the guitarist's attack. The lean Bard then upturned his shield at the last minute, arresting the swinging sword of a slashing goblin, and stabbed him in the stomach at the same time.

"To arms, brothers! Defend the wall!" He continued to yell, and yet only more goblins kept pouring in.

No one seemed to be there. No one seemed to have heard him, and no one was with him.

He was alone.

No, not alone. The God of Wonders was with him, and God willing, He would do wonders today, through him.

"Come on, you idiots! Come and face the Tempest of Leon if you dare!" He snarled.

And they did.

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Yay. The return of the excerpts from the CNL-LotR Project, "The Song of the Angels: Book 2: The White Fortress". Leon's the main character in this excerpt. Heh.

Sometimes I wonder whether I should continue writing or not. I mean, it seems as if no one's even interested in my work. At all. Oh sure, I get a "nice story" or "good writing" now and then, but I guess I'm the only one with a real passion for spinning stories and putting his friends in them.

Anyway, the answer Ian, is that you can't be in "The Restorers", due to certain limitations that you have.

Simply said, the answer is NO, unless I choose to let you be an 'extra' or have me kill you off. Thank you.

Anyway, let me just tell you the life of a guy who decides to pontang one day. I shall refer to the guy as the Postal Dude.

Prev Day(Wed):

8.30pm: Postal Dude gets told that he would be going to a certain place that certain people would be going as well. Is fine with it but realises he has school til five, and tuiton at eight.

9:00pm: Knowing that he had no shotgun,machine gun or rocket launcher to enforce a school holiday tomorow, he decides to pontang.

Next Day(Thurs):

6:30am: Wakes up blearily. Goes to take a bath, and goes through parents' freezing cold room in the process

6:45am: In room, trying to stop shivering from cold.

6:48am: Changes into sch uniform, and packs a set of casual clothes in bag(makes sure the maid/mother doesn't know that its missing) in bag. Goes out and takes a bus instead of walking to school.

7:30am: Reaches Toa Payoh Interchange. Goes to find a decent toilet to change.

7:35am: Changed and waits for bus to go to polyclinic. Meanwhile, prays/hopes/wishes fervently that certain parents of a certain fren in Toa Payoh doesn't see him in case they squeal on him to his parents in church.

7:45am: There is no sign of them, and Postal Dude is on the bus. Reaches the polyclinic, and finds a damned long queue at the registration counter. Sighs and queues up.

7:59am: Turns out it was only the pre-registration. Now Postal Dude has to wait for registration.

8:15am: Done and waits for the doctor. Uses time to think of what ailment to fool doctor with. Decides not to use Esmond's tried and tested formula, sore throat and diarrhoea, since the Postal Dude thinks its been tried too many times.

9:15am: Still waitng. Tries to smile at an irritating kid who tries to step on the Dude's foot. Fails and decides on whether to hang him by his legs or simply beat the hell out of him. Decides not to after seeing size of dad's arms and fists.

10:15am: Gets so pissed, not only from the wait, but the fact that the irritating kid(who came after him) goes first, that he almost has to stop from yelling expletives, and walks into the office asking(politely) whether his turn has passed. Is told that his turn is next and told to sit down.

10:20am: Finally gets his place. Decides not to use the thought up sicknesses but tells doctor about real heart pains. Finds out its a damn muscle problem and is handed a paper to go the pharmacy for payment and medication.

10:30am: Reaches pharmacy and finds out that he has to wait...again. Feels very very retarded.

10:35am: Buys a natural snack bar for a whopping $3.15, and realises its good. Then decides its not that good after seeing that Snickers(Postal Dude's fav choc bar) is $1.50.

10:45am: Takes out laptop to type stories due to boredom. Gets admiring looks from a maid who seemed interested in laptop. Postal Dude shivers, and thanks God for not allowing him to own a crossbow, for if he did, there would be a high chance that she would have had a crossbow bolt in the head.

10:55am: Finally gets meds, and walks up to counter with laptop in hand. Nurses look at laptop in awe, then gives meds, and Postal Dude gives cash ($4.70).

11am: Finally gets the damned MC from the counter.

11:30am: Changes back to uniform in same toilet after taking a bus back to the interchange, and heads back home.

12:00pm: Hits the sofa with great anticipation of going to certain friends' home to see certain friend.

2:00pm: Takes out laptop to type stories. Doesn't do it and lies down instead.

3:00am: Things become SNAFU(Situation Normal:All F*cked Up!). Ass is kicked. The Postal Dude's ass, that is. He is majorly, superbly, greatly, mega, ultra, super-duper, ultimately, busted-ass screwed over by certain friends' parents when he finds out that close friend and him cannot go over.

3:15am: Postal Dude's ass still feels sore after major ass-kicking. Gets very, very, very, pissed off. Not only pissed off at the parents but the whole damn world. Especially when he realises that he wasted three freaking hours doing nothing but waiting. And especially when he knows that the certain friend that he pontengded school for, just laughed at Postal Dude, saying "You cannot come! You cannot come!". Ponders on whether to go anyway, break down the house door with a sledgehammer, and pound certain friend into a flattened pizza.

There rest, I leave to your imagination. No, the certain friends are still alive. Yes, the Postal Dude is still pissed.

Hah. Listening compre is this Sat. Confirm gone case. But never mind, might have a glimmer of a chance. Just a mere glimmer.

All girls are biatches one way or another. Just a passing remark, tho.

See you later.

2004-06-29T18:46:00.000+08:00

Night fell on the unmoving figure atop the huge pinnacle sticking out from the sea.

Not once did he move, his dark eyes scanning the raging seas.

A disembodied voice behind him spoke "Ataraxia? Is that you Dom?"

This time he turned, and he saw her, in appearance of the Angel of Death. She wore a black set of ragged velvet robes, and in her hands lay the Teleute Scythe. On her back a large pair of raven-feathered wings flapped slowly. Where a girl's head should be was a monstrous skull resembling that of a goat's, complete with two long horns that curved outwards. He knew it was really a helm, and that it was what made her robes float so creepily, and made her seem inhuman and indeterminate of gender.

Even so, he was still awed and afraid at the same time. Heck, even the Earl of Order, Eldest in rank of the Ten Vassal Kings of Christ could still be terrifed. He was still human, after all.

He spoke tonelessly "My friends call me by my real name, Jonathan. Joshua is my brother, not by blood, but by the Christ and the Bush. Therefore, that makes you my friend, since you are a close friend of his. Besides, we are both part of the Restorers now."

She nodded. Then she asked "Jon, have you seen Joshua? I believe he is in some kind of trouble now. Or at least I think so." Anything with that...that guy involved equals trouble, even for Joshua, Shannon thought.

Jonathan frowned. Then he spoke again:"He did mention something about a deal which concerned you and...Claresta, I believe. Something about an exchange at the Death Valley."

Alarm bells rang through her head, and she realised what was going on. Her wings flapped hard once, and she vanished.

The Ruler of the Aspect of Order and Chaos shrugged, and suddenly spun around.

Before him was one of the great Leviathan serpents, half of its body out of water, its head a couple of metres above him, jaws bared wide.

The prey Jonathan had been waiting for. He smiled, and a daikatana appeared in his hand: the Masamune Sword. The Leviathan's head bore down on him, and for a second it seemed like he was going to be swallowed whole.

A second later, the Leviathan split into two halves, having been slashed from top to middle in one blow.

Turning his back on the falling corpse, he mused aloud:

"All in a day's work."

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Another excerpt from "The Restorers"... heheh. Okay, okay, next one will be an excerpt from "The White Fortress" aka the CNL LotR Project, k? Lolx.

By the way, Ataraxia actually means "peace of mind". Something I thought the Earl of Order would want for a name-title. Lolx. Or rather, Jon got it himself. Hee~

Anyhow, I've been thinking about some cheem stuff lately. And some not very cheem stuff.

Like, how some girls i know(or not know) have a certain idea that for a guy to be their boyfriend, he has to be in a certain school. Hmm. Does that mean that girls from MGS must have ACS boyfriends and vice versa? Or guys from Chinese High must be stead with girls from Nanyang Girls issit?Then girls and guys from those schools that got no sister/brother/cousin/father/mother/grandfather/whatever/neighbouring schools how? Or girls from Tanjong Katong Secondary School have to go and be lesbos with Tanjong Katong Girls issit? Go jump down and die lah!

Pls lah people. Can you all be a bit broad-minded huh? What the heck is wrong with a guy from a school that's not too special? Can you not see him/her for their achievements or breeding or money or whatever crap, but to see them for who they are and what God has created them to be?

Stupid right? I know. Geez. Whatever man. Sch sucks. I've got so much holiday homework I didn even know abt it that I think can pile into a mountain already.

Not to mention the fact that after I got out of a big hole, I fell into another one, this time a smaller hole. Not only that, my other leg's still in the first hole! Nuts!

Ah crap. I'll tell you more tomorow. I think I still have an immense amount of homework to do. Seeya.

2004-06-19T23:20:00.000+08:00

Shannon stood still. Very, very still.

For before her was the Light Bearer. The first Light Bearer.

The former Angel of Light, the son of the morning was there.

He was the most handsome, the most beautiful person she ever saw. From his image there was light, and his wings were bigger and brighter than hers was.

Lucifer Morningstar. The most powerful being there ever was save his Creator. And also the most evil.

Though she was now the Angel of Life and Death, she had no chance of fighting him with her powers alone. She needed Jesus. The Saviour.

Apparently she wasn't noticed, or so she thought until suddenly the Devil turned to smile at her.

"Hello, little angel. I smell the reek of life and the fragrance of death about you...I believe you are mine now."

"NO!" Shannon screamed. "I am a daughter of the King of Glory!"

"You mean the Prince of Darkness. Me." The Adversary grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "The Father, Son, and Spirit have forgotten you. Even now, you shall be claimed by one of my servants...Enjoy, pretty Shannon..." He dematerialised, and in his place appeared, from out of nowhere, a tall and well-built man appeared.

He was covered in a black-plated armour that Shannon somehow knew was of Daemonic origin. Evil runes of diabolic power shone all over his body. The man held in his right hand, the Sword of Hellfire, and the left the Sword of Brimstone.

"Dar-" Shannon gasped, but she was cut off by him.

"Lyrad now, my girl." He smirked. "Who better to wed and claim the Angel of Life and Death than the Swordsman of Hellfire and Brimstone, the Daemon Prince Lyrad?!"

A cold voice rang out "Me."

"I claim her in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, and I shall wed her."

She turned, and she saw a guy with spiked hair, and he donned a suit of red armour covered in blood. But the blood was no ordinary blood. It was the cleansing Blood of the Sinless Lamb.

In his right hand he held a reddish-black sword and the left a blackish-red sword.

"Who...who are you?" Lyrad stuttered.

"I am the Lord's Rascal. I am a servant of God, the wielder of the Swords of Blood and Fire, brother of Joshua, the Lord of Time, by our parents' second marriage." His voice rang out, and immediately she knew who he was.

"No..." She whispered, for this would end in blood one way or another.

There was stillness for a moment. Then they charged, and all hell broke loose.

Shannon screamed, and this time she opened her eyes to meet the ceiling. Breathing hard, she sat up in her bed, and looked out the window. It was raining hard, and she decided that it was the storm that gave her the nightmare, and she went on to sleep.

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Hello all!

What you just read is an excerpt from the series "The Restorers". Hahah...nope, my comp is STILL offline. And I'm using my sista's lappie right now.

Its a cool Sunday evening, and this day is going to be the day of days.

I just did something a dear friend would describe as very "brave, courageous, wise but stupid".

And yet, I feel free. Free from everything. And throughout the tumult of the storm, I can feel God's hands surround me and hold me throughout this time of destruction.

God is good. Amen.

However, there's going to be a lot of work to be done. I've got to clean up the ruins from the A-bomb I just dropped. I've got a lot of schoolwork to be done. I've got GOd's work to do.

But I have no fear doing all those. Why?

Because now, I am truly free.

2004-06-03T08:52:00.000+08:00

"Die you assholes!" Ian swung his double-bladed axe in a roundhouse arc, and managed to relieve a goblin of his head, the arm of the orc standing beside it, and a couple of hairs from his friend Ephraim.

Ephraim ducked under an overhead cut, and his own katana blade licked out and opened his attacker's throat before leaping back to berate Ian.

"Oi, Ian! Watch where you're hitting lah! Can you stop swinging like an idiot anot, hah?"

Ian grinned sheepishly. "Paiseh lah, Ephraim. I was too engrossed with these guys."

Frammie gave him a dark look. "Yah, but does that give you the right to come and chop my head off?"

Ian shrugged. Suddenly a great shadow covered him. He turned and he saw a huge black dragon soar above the fortress, and immediately his heart was filled with fear.

"Shit...One of the Black Flight!" Ephraim yelled. Ian only knew them all too well. They radiated a demonic aura that supported their armies but struck unholy terror into the hearts of righteous men, especially those against them.

Right now, he was pretty much still okay. If the dragon descended around to ten or twenty feet more, he would probably be shivering uncontrollably. And if it continued to come closer, he would soon release his bladder.

Or maybe not. The term "scared peeless" seemed to apply to him now.

A moment later, a bright explosion of light rocked the area, and it continued to shine, illuminating the area for miles. Fortunately, his vision was miraculously unaffected and his heart suddenly seemed to soar with courage, hope and strength. The dragon screamed, and it turned back towards the Burning Mountains. Then he realised what happened.

"The Lightbringer." Ephraim remarked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Ian laughed and shook his head. However, he saw that when the dragon had appeared, several of the men had been overwhelmed and knocked down.

Ian and Ephraim were now the only conscious ones on the left side of the wall, and now around nine orcs were on both sides of them, trapping them in a pincer attack. The backs of the two friends met, and there they remained, back-to-back. Each raised their weapons and waited.

Then the orcs charged.

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hi2u.

ya wanna know why i've not been online 4 so damn bloody long?

Cuz my sweeet sweeet daddy 4got to pay the bill. So I've not been able to go to the internet for a bloody long time. Even now I'm in d goddamn computer lab.

Darn it all...

Sometimes I really hate ppl like j00. I really wonder how you can keep up such...such pretense even while you're screwing me up from behind. I hate j00. I really really really hate j00. We still appear to be frens, but...Ah. Screw j00.

And now I shall say what I think of my poor bro's situation.

Why the hell would I ever betray the one I love? Why the world would I backstabb the one I have wanted? Why in Lucifer's name would I do anything to hurt the one I need?

But then again, I'm not him, nor am I the one he likes.

And then now I'm in another situation.

I think I'll give you a name to call, just in case. So, Ravenna. WHo are you? I dun even know who you are really. My interest is piqued, but I need to know more abt you. You're no ugly gal, but actually one of the prettiest...though in no way better than...than Claresta. So tell me who you are, and why you think I'm better looking than some ppl. And let me tell you something. My pics are sometimes betta than real life.

Hah. Anyway, i think i betta stop being so full of hate anymore.

Hee~Like the excerpt? I do. In fact I'm going write specially for every blog excerpts to put online. Today's is a scene when Eph and Ian are on duty, that is, their turn at defending the wall.

Holidays are hereeeee. Not reallly. Still gotta study everyday, so that sucks. Dammn it...n Anyone wanna help me with the stories?

Just contribute some ideas. Please?!

Whatever. Btw, im not in comp lab anympre. its two days after the part where i wrote i was in the comp lab. I'm now in Navin's house and I STILL dun have inetrnet. Damn.

Crap. Adrian's screaming for me. Seeya later.

God Bless.

2004-05-20T21:22:00.000+08:00

The paladin stood, surrrounded by a circle of demon bodies, his body breathing heavily.

His eyes blazing, the paladin lifted his longsword in the air. At the peak of its journey, a light burst forth from the blade, illuminating the land miles and miles apart, lifting the hearts of men and striking fear into the evil orcs.

"To me, men! Push the bastards back!" He pointed the blazing sword at the remnants of the attacking wave.

The soldiers near him roared with a battle cry, and they rushed to the paladin, and together with the axe-wielding Jeric along his side, they smashed into the shell-shocked orcs and killed them all.

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Like it? its (perhaps) a small excerpt from the just-revived Project: CNL-LotR. This scene's from the second book, Song of the Angels: The White Fortress. Any guesses who the paladin mentioned is? Hee~

Ahahah...I shall try to blog as often as possible okay? I mean, i usually only blog ONCE a WEEK, cuz im afraid those ppl whu dun bother to read blogs like everyday(me of coz) ,or only read when they feel like it when they go online.

SO a weeks like givin them 7x24 hours to read it. Lolx. Pretty lame huh?

ALl becoz of a few ppl summore...geez...Anyway, got my results back. Urgh. Get ready to faint.

EL:C5

EM:D7(aye, onli 1 in my class kae? The rest E8 n F9!Lolx)

Lit:DUnno yet.

Comb Sci: C6

POA:B4(so 9/11 was a goot thing?)

Comb Humans: Fail...confirm

MT:E8(i knew it)

Btw, have u ppl ever blanked a paper b4? I have. For the mock chinese exam todae. DId half the format, no body of letter and no compo. I knew I should have pontangded school. Crap.

**grin** David would be proud of me.

My English functional was damned retarded! I'm supposed to write a speech about a neighbouring country gettin a disaster. I wrote Egypt getting all the plagues from God. lolx!

They marked me down, but I'm wondering y cannot. I mean they din mention what time were we in and which country were we in! But as our dear jane killick says: "This kind of thing is know one what."

So, I guess Im still screwed. And you know my compo? Got marked down thanks to: Hand-bloody-writing! Arrrhh!

HAhhaha! I bought the two Micheal W. Smith Worship albums and Jeremy Camp's worship album:The Carried Away Worship Project(He's...GOOD! betta than many. And me stepmom bought the Don Moen Thank You Lord album for me, so I have FOUR new cds this week! **evil laughter**

Oops. Still haven't gotten Switchfoot's Beautiful Letdown. Sorry, man. I promise to get it as soon as possible...I got tempted when I stepped into Life bookshop! hmm...what a concept! =temptation in a christian place.

Forgot what else to rant. Arggh. Screw it. Imma off!

P.S ANyone interested in helping me with the story, please tell me. Im in neeed of ppl willing to help me. I NEEEEEEEEEEDDD HEEEELLLPPP!!!!

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oOps. forgot to mention sth else.

My new series...its currently named "The Restorers"...

The characters inside are from all parts of my life: Outside, school and church...and they are all ppl who are close to me...ppl who I think are close to me, at least. Ppl whom I think are my only true friends. There will be cameos, of course, of people who are not, so you will have to think for yrself.

Its about the world that we live in,and the world is basically screwed after ten people, who are given dominion over the ten Aspects of the world by the Lord Jesus Christ to serve as vassal kings(in order of seniority, from eldest to youngest-but this is just a draft): Order, Might, Storms, Passion, Liberty, Life, Nature, Truth, Hope and Time.

Truth becomes Corruption thanks to Satan, and in turn Hope and Liberty become Despair and Tyranny thanks to Corruption. Life is killed by Corruption, and his powers were taken by Corruption-but not before he turned it to Death.

Time, realising that if the war took place on Earth, it would be destroyed. So he created a world that was flat, a world out of time, and transported all ten Aspect rulers there.

Order, Passion and Time became the Three Kings, fighting against the Dark Trinity, Corruption, Despair and Tyranny. Might, Nature and Storms formed the Neutral Powers, but they were all corrupted or destroyed by the Dark Trinity soon after.

Finally, after several years, the Three Kings managed to destroy the Dark Trinity, but not without the sacrifice of Passion, who was blown to Oblivion, and Time beforehand had to procure the Aspect of Light, a Ruling Aspect that God had waited for this moment to give.

Only two Aspect Rulers remained afterward: Order and Time, who had returned the Aspect of Light to the Lord.

They returned to Earth, only to find that the world had somehow been affected by their wars: Creatures of unholy renown now roamed the streets in human form, and certain people became mini-Aspect rulers, ruling over a certain domain of the now-dead seven Aspects.

What was more, was that someone was replicating the sins of people and using them as a power source for himself. Someone had stop him, but the remaining two Aspect Rulers by themselves could not.

They needed help, and thus The Restorers were born.

Here are some of the characters:

Jonathan, Eldest of the Ten Aspects, Head of the Three Kings, the Earl of Order/the Count of Chaos.

Shannon, appointed by the Lord to be the Angel of Life and Death, the Lady Reaper.

M.Kevin/Lain, the Lord of Neverwhere, the Walker of the Void, the Waylander; a mini-Aspect ruler.

Reagan, one of the Ten Aspects, the Baron of Passion, now a deceased in the Void, servant of Lain.

Pretty deep huh, dis story? Anyone want to help is welcome. Anyone give suggestions is fine. Heck u wanna do a comics sctrip abt this is even better! Just contact me!

Seeya...gtg sleep....tomorow getting Geo paper.

2004-05-12T17:12:00.000+08:00

Its a plane!

No, its a bird!

No, its the bloody exams!

Alright...for all those who want an update, sooo sorry. My laptop was down for a very very long time due to some dumb worm that forced my comp to shutdown and restart everytime I went online. SO now, I have to keep task manaer on all the bloody time so thatt t3h toopid worm won't screw me over.

Hah.Not only that. My exams are here too...That's why I din bother to update. No freaking time.

ALright, here's how it went:

Physics: Hahahah! God provides! A list of physics formulae I found, and I managed to ans most of the qns.

POA: **sees planes crash into Twin Towers** Lets not t0k abt it...

EL: Had fun writing abt me n my son on a outing for compo. Lolx. and compre? Ermm...Letssay DIsaster would sound good.

EM1: Err...lost 20+ marks =P...DIn sleep well larh.

SS: Hmmm...I forgot. Exactly! I forgot so many things!

Lit1: Teacher: "Joshua Kwan Zhen Long!" Other students: "Absent, 'Cher."

CL: Hee~ I spent 45 mins writing out a story of me and Mr Thio trying to kick each other's ass.

Chem: WOke at 9:30, strolled to sch. Turns out the test was er...okay.

Geo: Err...Hey! Is that Hell I see? Wait, why is my Combined Humanites down there?

EM1,Lit2,Phy&CHem1: Two tomorow, one next week.
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So you have it.My Status report. None too good, but who cares. Super tired...

Haehaehaehae...I have decided to pick up 1337 5p34|< as a tertiary language just for fun. WOnderful seeing others whose intelligence are not up to par or are simply not 1337 try to make sense of my words...scratching their heads, eyes too accustomed to staring at girls now looking at this: j00 @r3 t3h n00b! m4|_c0lm, j00 4r3 n7h bu7 4 p13c3 0f %h17!!!4nd |\/|y br07h3r(b07h, 7h0 1 l355 50) 4nd 1 4r3 t3h 1337 0n35 hu w1|_|_ |<1c|< Ur @%5!!!

Lolx... I'm madd.

I was reading this book, where there was this guy who made the gal he liked cry. Really strange. I mean, one should never cry for the one who really loves you, 4 he or she would never make you cry, right? I'm sure most ppl would agree with this statement. Hah.

Super, ultra emotic episode two nites ago...WOn't tell u y...the ones whom I sought comfort in shud know tho. THanks, g41s. love ya both with the love o' the L0rd.

Heh...I rox. I bought last 2 Planetshakers albums I need from Trumpet Praise(any1 think the specs dude there has an AP? He has a constant scowl on his face. God shud turn it upside down =P ) The King and Open Up the Gates. Wanted to see how the live one was compared to the studio one. Now I have all 4 new albums! Yeah! Mesa Planetshakers fan!

I also bought the WOW Worship CDs, Yellow and Red. Goooot buy. Now considering whether to buy the two(if there are 2) Michael W. SMith WOrship albums, or to buy the Jeremy Camp album, or the Girls of Grace album, or Third Day's album, or the City on a Hil album, or Jeff Deyo's album, or Rebecca St James album, or...aiya..too many...

SHIT. I still can't find the goddamned Switchfoot's Beautiful Letdown. Its like Sg sudenly ran out of stock. Tat's no. ONE piority. Hmm...Someone may have forgotten! But then i can't take advantage of that.

it's not N1c3. hmph.

More updates after the xammies, like about this new series and all...

byesss...pray for me abt the exams, kay? Cya!

2004-04-20T01:49:00.000+08:00

The Second Bringer of Light is back...

You are the Way, the Truth and the Life
Without You there is a downward dive
Into a world of eternal strife

You are the Alpha and the Omega
The Beginning and the End
And I will place You before all others

I will serve You

I will fight for You

I will live for You

For You are the Redemeer
You lift me up on eagle's wings
For You are my Saviour
You healed me and made me whole again.

For only You are worthy
Only You are worthy
Only You are worthy
Of this praise this heart brings...

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boo ya! =)

HeE~ just wanted to blog todae...My life is changed...EVERYTHING's CHANGED!

...Not really. But soon enough. Lolx!

The New Bringer of Light is back...and hopefully stronger in the Lord than before....

OF course I'm not talking about the first "Lightbringer"...Can you guess who the first one was?

Oh yes. He has many names, from the Adversary, to Beelzebub, to Lucifer Morningstar.

Or better known to us as Satan, the son of perdition.

But let us not give the little bugger the satisfaction of recognizing his authority in this world...at least not today. Let us instead, be happy and rejoice in the everlasting love of God! Yayyy!!!! Hahhahaa....

Wonder why I'm so happy? Hahahha...It's because I've finally made a decision...One final decision that will determine how my life will continue...

First off though, I gotta say something. to all those out there, who actually care about me (I can count them on two hands...but thats all! Lolx.)...Sorry and thank you, for everything that you've done for or said to me...I really, really appreciate it...

Hahaha...Sorry to You too God...You sent so many people to help me, and yet I refused to rejoice in Your love...How blind was I? And even so I pray that You'll take away my blindness, my King, that I may fully live this life in accordance to you, and not falter in Your righteous ways, that I may a reflector of Your power, glory, honour and love.

Anyway, there's been a few things that I've wanted to address...

One thing is how I've seen how and what people say. There is one thing people often do not know, and that is that the tongue is a very, very powerful tool. It can be used to raise up and heal others, while on the other hand it can be used the tear, to rip out and to break down the hearts of the already broken-hearted. Hmm. Personally, I've experienced it pretty well, and I think it's safe to say that while words do not wound the body, they do drive nails of friction, hatred and prejudice against one another. Hmm...Not too good is it not? An example?...Better not. Lolx!

The thing is, I've realised that while I do not and try not to well, return fire (the Judas in my sch would know what I'm talking about...mind games, backstabbing, betraying, etc) against those who want to, well, get me out of the picture (if ya know what i mean)...It is not sensible to stand there like target in a shooting gallery. Instead, duck, weave and laugh, like those dumb Agents.

Why not return fire, u ask? Even Michael, Chief of the angels of God, when contending with Satan (damn bugger), did not dare to bring a slanderous accusation against him, but merely said "The Lord rebuke you!". So if Mike din insult that serpent, why should I screw around with my friends, and even especially my brothers and sisters in Christ?!

Psalm 94 says it all for me: "O Lord who avenges, O God who avenges, shine forth!"

Another thing...That girl I was groaning about last post? Well, let's just say she's, ermm, out of the picture for now? Why? Read your Bible boy.

The Great Commandment is "Love the Lord Your God with all your soul, mind and strength." and then "Love your neighbour as yourself".

If thee understanded, good. If thee din, then, your problem lah! Not that I hate or abhor the GIQ(girl in question, pronounced as "geek"...hee!) or that I absolutely feel nothing for the young lass now, it's just how well-placed is she. What happens when others want to get me out of the picture (heh...how many times have I used that phrase?) now? Nothing! As misguided as they are, they can only, as He said, have one master. It's turning out to be more and more to be themselves. Me? Hmm...I think you'll know Who mine is.

Anyway, it's already only two weeks before my Mid-Years. I believe that I'll fail like nobody's business since I've not been studying, and yeah...There's always that big fear though, of those who are more studious than me and well...never mind. Dun really wanna bother talking about it.

Hahha....finally bought the Crashings and Sea of Faces discs...cost me a bomb...Now aiming to buy Jonah33 and Pillar...Dunno who are they? Too bad! Yours truly is a fan of those two Christian bands..Hey, at least no one can call me a poser right? Lolx!

Broken Heart by Falling Up ROX. Treason by Kutless ROX. Faith Like That by Jonah33 ROX. Ashamed by Pillar ROX. heh.

It's after one. I'm sleepy. Ergghh...I've still got my "Call Outs" to do...Dunno what are they? FIne...peepz commonly call them shout-outs...

My fellow servant of Christ: Thank you sooo very much, man. A sea of gratitude would never be enuff to express my gratitude to you. Your decision to make a commitment to our King has been an inspiration and a target to me. Really thank you so much...Not many people out there's been such great help to me and constantly there on hand to pick me up...Btw, watch out for certain people...You've changed, but not enuff for them i guess...Pretty much aiming for you, but hey, you'd probly knock them off their feet huh? Lolx! Anyway, thanks for the encouragement that I'll find my "missing rib" soon...heheh...and I'm their "rib cage"! HAHAH! May His hand be on you as you wander on your future endeavours.

Shann: How can I ever thank you for all the support you've given to me? Each time I'm down, you raise me up on the wings of faith. A true God-sent sister in you I have, and I thank God for blessing our church with people such as you. You are right, shann. No matter how much I think I need that certain someone, I do NOT. And all I need is that everlasting and unconditional love that we have in Him, rite? Yea... Although the taking it easy part will be harder than I think it is. hahaha...God's blessings for your examinations!

Samuel: My mentor...My teacher...My big brother-in-Christ...I've been such a lazy and pathetic slacker, but you're still helping me no matter what. I've not exactly treated you the way I should (the prejudice muz be gettin to me), but then you're still on hand to pull me out of that dirty pit. Thanking you in a hundred languages isn't enough to thank you...

All those who have been there: So many people, so little time...Thank you, Adrian, Olyna, even Leon (heh...unexpected huh?) and all those whom been there even for the little things...

Jesus Christ: My Lord and Saviour. My God and Redeemer. My King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I owe you everything, for all that You've done for me. You died on that rugged cross for our sins. You covered me in Your blood and has left me white as snow. You have sent all these, and more, for this stumbling servant of Yours...I thank you so Lord, and may You ever continue to bless them in whatever they do.

yea. I'mma out.

P.S Dun flame me. I'm out of fire extinguishers. Lolx!

2004-03-31T18:11:00.000+08:00

Wash me over...Wash me clean of my suffering

Oh God.

I need You here.

I need You now.

I need Your love.

Oh Lord.

Can you hear my cry?

My cry that rises to Your throne.

The cry of a broken man,

Pretending to be whole.

Jesus help me

To be whole again

To survive my own love

To be selfless, to be truly loving

To be a reflector of Your glory. And love.

In Thy unmatchable name I pray,

Amen.

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Not exactly a very good week...Already the first few days sucked...what's next?

I'm not gonna get my fone till like fridae, and I feel damn stupid for doing something I shouldn't have done.

You were right cousin....i feel like an idiot now. I wish I could make my feelings known, but then she'd feel tat I treat her like a toy won't she, Pris?

SIgh...ever since that day, I haven't been able to get her out of my mind. Man...she rocks my world. Literally. I was just sittting there when a particular memory of her came up and I swayed in my seat. Goshhh. Gals are evil...now I know...

She even came in my nightmares. God...that was horrible. It was like from me melting into a puddle of syrup into a total hell. With just a single sentence. Screwed up right?! And guess what? I cried in my sleep. For the first time ever, in my life, I wept in my sleep for a girl who doesn't even like me, much less love me, and yeah...Alright alright, stop with the "going crazy over a girl" thing again. I need no reminder Dickie, and I dun need you to call me a pyscho again...

Btw, Dickie's decided to give up blogging. No more "F***ing Headlines" huh? Lolx....

Anyway...I was doing fine at first...Kept her at the back of my mind, refusing to let her swamp my thoughts. Then that day came, and my mind was screwed over with again. Manx....That day, I called out to Jesus: "Lord, if you dun want her to be before you, why did you allow THAT to happen? Now I have to start all over again." Oh goshhh....

And then the teachers reminded me that it was only FIVE short months before my 'O's...Not prepared is an understatement. How about oblivious? Argghh...Life seems that suck more and more. Lolx...yet i shall rejoice in the joy of the Lord...Difficult, but I shall try...

Father, I'm not exactly happy with my situation right now. I know I can't change it, nor do I need to ask you for help(since I'm already in Your arms) but I pray that You'll let me recognise Your presence in those who would encourage me. Christ, I believe you must have gone through this route before...I mean, when you were also in Your teens and you had not gone about Your Father's business yet. I ask that You let Your love and grace come upon me ever more, for this is quite a bad period of time, for Your love satisfies all my needs. Holy Spirit, the Son sent You as a counsellor to me, and I plead for Your wisdom and humility to see this through.

I also seem to have no frens...not many true ones anyhow...Also feel like joining back choir...but I'm in ELDDs liao, so...Now dun get me wrong. The only reason why I want to join choir is because I need to improve my vocals. There have been a few ppl who's said that my voice is worse than a certain ang moh kid whom I think has an average singing voice. WHich means I'm below average. WHich means I suck. Which means I'm pretty much good-for-nothing. Bleahs. I sux.

...If I suck, why am I even singing anyway? Hah. Dun sing I guess. Oh, this sunday got no Youth Service...which means Im not singing. Yayness...

HOLD. Anything that I do for Him, CANNOT be sucky. Therefore, I shall henceforth talk cock. Lolx.

WAIT. Where did tat come from? Man...sheryl...You have altered my mental state...Im siaoded. Lolx!

Hhahahaa! "For though I walk throught the valley of the shadow of death, I shall not fear, for Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me."

Oh yeah. Warrior for God coming through! **swings sword and cuts through Competitor One accidentally** Lolx!

Goshh...I'm going MAD! I'm going KERAZEEE!!!! I'M BECOMING SIAODED!?!?!

Hahhaha! Rejoice in the joy of the Lord always! Amen, Amen, and RAMEN!

...Ramen? oops.

My parent's cell group in my house. Now praying in tongues. Know what? I feel comforted by that. Hee~

Thank you, Lord. Thank you Sooooo000OOOOOOoooo much.

**Muackz** Thanks God!

2004-03-20T02:48:00.000+08:00

Rain Down On Me...

YEEEEeeeeEEEeeeEhhhHHHHaaaAA!!!!!!!!

Planetshakers rock!!! The Synergiz Conference was soooo damn good...

Presence of God? Oh yeah...He was there alright...OVERFLOWING

Really loved the workshops there...plus a few experiences that I would not miss EVER again for the whole world! Or maybe not, since if I have the whole world, wouldn't I get the workshops again? Lolx!

My favorite preacher there was Russell Evans (Foolish question.) and Chris Long. Yeah, the Malaysian dude that saw a guy in Malaysia pay 500 ringgit for a Guy Sebastian CD, which wasn't even autographed to contribute to the church. The "Miracle Offering", "When Boy meet Girl" and "MTV + Internet" preacher.

Actually, I met Chris Long at Bethel Assembly ard TWO yrs ago, at this youth camp, invited by a certain girl whom I'd rather not to mention. Anyhow, I remembered him as he was THE funny preacher, able to synch with the youth, and he also gave a "Boy Meet Girl" talk there as well...

Needless to say, it helped to separate me from the aforementioned girl, which I thank God for liberating me from...Though, in the words of a dear fren: "A week to love, forever to forget" still rings in my head.

Anyhow, there's another pastor I want to mention: Pastor James Singh. Power seems to flow through him when the anointing is in him man...

At his workshop, as he was praying for everyone, including me, my dear stepbro Titus, who was standing with arms crossed, thinking he 'very strong' cuz he 'din kena slain and cry like everyone else'. Then after James Singh prayed for me(I got slain by the Fire, btw), when he reached Titus, immediately word of prophesy began to come form his lips! ALl of which was true abt my lil stepbro here!

Our goot fren then broke down, cried and fell like a dead man (slain)... And guess what? When I awoke, he had shifted 90 degrees anticlockwise from his former position! And of course everyone prayed for him...including me...But then when i started to pray...something went wrong. i won't say it here of course...ppl mite tink i'm crazy...

Power of God now upon us all...Spiritually recharged too! However, there were some things that really discouraged me...IN the matters of the world of course. Nothing spiritually screwy.

Leon would know. Thanks a LOT Leon, for encouraging me and helping me out with everything. and I'm not being sarcastic...though I dun really appreciate the "Whoo Baby" and the "Are u free tonight *wink*" thingy!Lolx!! It's a miracle 'Mein and 'Lyn din kick my ass...

Hahaha...and now I'm being influenced by Eph. I just bought THREE new Christian cds in one week! Sonicflood's Sonicpraise, Planetshaker's Rain Down and Reflector! Hee~

And guess what?! I bought Rain Down at $13 and Reflector (with Ian) $10!!! HAHAHH!

Lolx! Sonicpraise($13.50) was damn good...the two not bad...all in all a GOOT buy!

Ahem...now for a lil madd ranting...

GOD IS GOOD! Jesus roxxerss!!!! CHrist is Lord! Jesus is the Messiah!!! Angels rejoice and the clouds and the clouds will be filled, with the Wonder of Your Name!!!The train of His robe fills the Temple with glory, Heavenly hosts fall before Him in worship, crying Holy Holy Holy IS the God Almighty!

Yes. i was listening to "lift up your eyes"....and I was writing some new praise n worship stuff I tot we could do...and oh God...

Its raining. My favorite weather...(Its 3:35am btw)

Time to play Rain Down on Me...seeya next time...got some worship to present to our Big Daddy up there...seeya!

2004-03-08T03:17:00.000+08:00

After the Rain...

Why?

My heart asks.

I don't have an answer...I want an answer.

Only God knows her heart. I wish I did.

Why?

My brain asks.

I don't have an answer...I need an answer.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

I stand here
Looking upon her beautiful self
Wishing that she'd be mine
The way I'm hers

Though she does not return it
But it matters not
For love is self-less
and it does not want.

To see her smile,
Is like sunshine on my face
To see her laugh,
Is like the breeze running through my hair

Does she know
I wonder, that someone other than Him
Loves her more than anyone else

Does she think
That there is only one out there who truly
would love her like a queen

Does she love
Only a certain someone out there whom she
believes is her other half

The Guardian protects
But is forbidden to love
The Princess is Shielded
But has no idea what he has to offer.

Midnight comes like the blight
But within the darkness shines a Light
The dark hour is at its height
Yet there is a Sword that pierces the Night.

~*~*~*~*~*

Rubbish created in the middle of the night, 3am, from emo leftovers from the rain. Titus has just sabo'ed me into 'toning' till school starts. That, my fren, is terribly UNHEALTHY. Drinking Red Bull and trying to remember my 'shen1 zhi4' at the same time has driven me to the point of siaodedness. Lolx.

Really want to watch 'Dirty Dancing 2'...think it's gone though. Always wanted to learn how to tango (hahah). Timeline seems pretty cool, but I've read the book anyway. Yeah...basically some scientists go back in time and get messed up by some dumb war which involves 'Greek Fire', an unextinguishable incendiary substance that keeps burning till there's nothing left to burn. Lolx. Won't spoil it anymore, sorry.

Titus went to sleep like half an hour ago. Hah. Still say want to 'ton'? Hmph!

**claps self on back** Completed Legend of Lightbringer, the Cool Version, Chapt 1! Sick and tired of trying to develop Joshua all the way from zero to hero. Now he's one heck of a powerful guy...

Btw, Project: CNL LotR will be stopped for now. Too difficult...can't help putting people in a certain light, know what I mean. Plus I only know what a vocalist goes thru, not the instrumentalists! Not to mention the blade-dancing. **groans**

I got a keycard to this wonderful and amazing apartment! And its mine for this week! Attention to all Bush Brothers and C-Brothers (The real who dun **** me!), if ya need a place to relax, peace and quiet or even study this week, tell me, k? Lolx.

Damn tired...swimming in Jurong takes A LOT out of you. Which means i can't do my emo thing todae...maybe Wed or Thurs then I'll do my emo screams...

Till then...

as a fren says: tata and toodles...

2004-02-24T00:04:00.000+08:00

Stop. Now. Go back. Try again.

What I really want to do to Time...One of the reasons I created the Fatesealer persona in the first place...Time is a commodity that we cannot control, and we are to have it only as a gift from God.

There has been several mistakes I've made in my life; from the company of friends that I chose, or the people that I confided in, to the things I did, the knives that I had placed in other's backs to that thing I did not do, and did not take the chance to do...and now has lost the chance, which is now in the hands of another.And guess what? He's grabbed the chance, with both hands and feet.

This is why I want to turn back time...To erase all the wrongs I've done, to see all the wonderful things: Seeing Jesus Christ in his earthly form(on the other hand, he'd probably condemn me...worth it tho(= ), the end of World War 2, the list goes on...

I hope that answers your question Brian, for the Fatesealer character, in my mind, has power over Time that in turn leads to the knowledge of the Past, control over the Present, and the ability to decide the Future (or sealing the fates of others...Heh heh. Somehow Leon makes the @$%-sealer thing really amusing to me...unlike you. Who knows?)

And now, a message from my sponsor Dick aka Death Dealer, courtesy of Nokia's SMS...

"I'm not your f***ing sponsor, b*tch! jus wanted to f***ing say that your tagboard is full is posers and sonofab*tches, including you, you skinny f***er! Do as that smart@$% said, and f*** your goddamn chatbox up!"

This, coming from a ruffian who likes people to call him Dick. Well, he does have a point. Had I more time, I'd place a link to a poll here asking whether I should just er...f*** this tagboard up. Hahah. Just tell me what you think on my tagboard...

Really how strange words can affect me...Last week I was so almost floating, and this week it was like having a stone on my heart. Hmm. Weird.

Its common test week, and tomorows **shudder** Maths. But hey, I'm like close to topping my class in Maths now...Thank God for that. Hope He'll protect me and my small brain tomorow (Did you know that your brain is only the size of your two fists? Sad huh? Ian told me...Rock on bud! Hope yr teachs din grill you that much abt pon taning the course)

I'm pretty much close to my nadir now. Wanna learn a new word? **Nods at all the bimbos (a lot of them), himbos (not that many, but...), fools, and people who happened to miss that word**

Nadir means the lowest point of one's life, the worse point of desperation for someone. At least that's what i know. And Brian, please don't call me a "supa english ass" or smth lidat again. Dude, if that's what I was, I'd be top in the 'O' levels for English man... (Btw, when I meant revival, I meant spiritual revival! Not...ya know...)

This pretty much reminds me of this song...called Words...Dunno whether u guys'll know it...Too in to all the new songs these days...rock, punk, pop, angst, etc...

"It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away..." Oooold song...and yet it still rings true to me...It's been like a theme song of mine... Ironic now that I should be devastated just by the words of others...

And what's wif all the Sue Lynn things going on? All I know and can say is that she goes to the house of a mutual fren of ours to use the comp to chat with me...What the hell is wrong with that?

She even bothers to help me out openly, risking her own credibilty and all. Not that I'm saying anything to offend, but when has anyone done that for me? Oh sure, behind a computer or alone, words of encouragement or helping hands are given, but when has anyone defended me against a crowd of jeering and mocking people? When? Tell me, WHEN?!

I just want to say that if you have no beef with the person, or you are not the one who wants to ruffle the feathers of the person, then I pray that you will only do two things:

1) Help the person or if you have nothing good to say then 2)Keep your mouth shut and ignore the both of them.

Though I'm almost sure that this will not come to pass. The human pack mentality comes on and you can't resist the urge to go up to the person you actually have no problems with, and give him a kick in the balls as he lies there.

Hmph. But whom am I to judge? I cannot, lest I be judged myself. Bah! Humbug!

A lil take from Dick's F***ing Headlines...I though prefer that mine be named"Call Outs! " instead...

Adrian and Nav: Heck, you're probably tooo darn bz to see this, but THANKS so much big guys! My gratitude for not yelling at me when i came in late and angry as the others probably would have done. I promise not to be late like this again! (Though its a high possibility that i would again... xp)

Ian: For...I dunno really. Haha. Jus put yr name here for fun...Tot you'd like it, being here **nudge** =)

Mel: **mock-adoring voice** Oh Great Ditz of the Earth, I thank you for remembering to lend me your collection of music CDS...Even though it was Sunday that u lent me the stuff, and even though it was on Friday that I reminded you to bring it on Saturday and it was a few days before Friday that I mentioned that those CDs were supposedly be lent to me...last year. -_-' Ya gotta do something about it gal...**rmbrs own bad sleeping habits, and changes to bright tone** Then again, no one's perfect...

Brian: Hopefully you WON'T flame my blog again...Geez...There's rarely been any entries recently that you haven't flamed...**looks dismally at own arsenal** And I think I'm outta extinguishing stuff too...Crap.

To those I've missed(prob a whole lot), frens and foes alike: God's blessings, God's speed (for my foes...GET OUTTA HERE! nah...jus kiddin!) and everything else. Miss you peeps and see ya!

P.S Pray for my common tests this week kaex? Buh bye!

2004-02-16T00:48:00.000+08:00

A new start...A new beginning...

Who am I kidding? But yeah...this is a start of a whole new story...To me, anyway...Its been a couple of months since I came back from the dead (revival), and I've discovered several things(mostly about the people), some good, and some bad.

Oops. This entry is the first of this new layout so its gotta be a lil cheerful...Yeah! My new layout rox! Finally, a blog that fits my Fatesealer persona...For your infomation, my lil Fatesealer character has the power of Time, the third dimension or whatever they call it...Heh.

Now I'm pretty sure the Three Stooges will make fun of this pretty soon...Who are they? One is pretty obvious: Brian. One look at his blog and you'll know that he's got something against me (I dunno why though...) The other two...Well, a nice clue would be that one's very emo at times...and the other's a pretty sly dude actually...

Hahhaa...so tired...Can't stop thinking about Valentine's Day...So funny, and yet so...i don't know...happy at the same time?! Hahahahah!

I saw this couple in the train on the way to Mel's house for cell group, and they were embracing each other, leaning on the doors of the MRT.

I tried to change their faces to a certain pair...heheheh and not me, but another guy. To my suprise, I started to laugh and smile instead of getting angry!

Not only that, my speech could actually present itself fluently these few days! Yay! **jumps around like an idiot** I rox! Hahaha...ok, well, that was lame... =P I guess the spell must be wearing off! Hahaha! *nods to sheryl*

Or not. =(

But anyway, that Saturday was particularly great, as I couldn't stop myself from imagining how he would...never mind. Hee! I am nuts! But yeah, practice went well, and seeing Leon get out at one stop and come in from the other side at another stop really cracked me up...God was working, that day. Thanks, Big Man! I owe you one!

Heck, I already owe Him my life...Never mind. Anyway, like the music? Yeah. Thought so. Yellowcard rox! **mimes playing the violin**

Today's worship session was really moving...It wasn't only the guys, but the girls jumped as well...except perhaps for the "popular" group? Nah...They bounced a bit, but then I didn't care anymore as I lost myself within the worship to God.

Hell, I'm not afraid to say it here. As I worshipped, I thought of everything in my life (including the hypocrite part...=( Man...That hurt! Fortunately Terence helped me through that thing with me before, so it wasn't that bad...) that was on my mind, dragging me down, and I simply gave 'em to Him!

The effect was pretty powerful, I guess. Tears just kept coming into my eyes, and luckily they didn't gather till they fell, but they were still there.

And I felt really really comfortable then, even with all the guys present. It was especially good when the chorus of Heart of Worship came. "I'm coming back to the heart of worship/ When its all about you, its all about you, Jesus". It was like, BAM! Jesus was MY Lord, and here I was moaning about my stuff! Not to mention that He did a whole lotta things for me too...

When the worship was over, I felt really sian. I felt like I could've continued to praise him right there and then forever and ever! Now I feel how the seraphs feel...

Aha, I can hear the whispered remarks in your head: "Wow, SO cool sial...", "Wah lao, act so holy only...", "Alamak sial...Reading his blog like reading Samuel's blog lidat **giggles**..."

Thank God that I made a commitment on Sunday...I'll speak more about this the next time...This blog will be a NICE one, so no vulgar or evil comments here...That's for the Crazy Rant that will be coming up pretty soon. And THAT hits out at almost EVERYONE.

Anyway, after worship, I was really really really suprised to see some of the girls from the "popular" group with a little red in their eyes, or even red in their cheeks. I thought that they were simply singing as the music was nice or something...

I guess I shouldn't judge people, lest I be judged as well, huh? Then again, they might've been thinking of their Valentine then, so...Uh oh. Sorry, no evil remarks...=P

Sigh...School tomorow...Plus I dun even know got what homework or test this week sial! Die! Haahahha! Oh. Yes. Chinese test tomorow. Oops. And I haven't studied even a bit of it yet. Sigh....

Really tired...**yawns** Gotta sleep soon...Good night peeps...see ya'all soon...

2004-02-08T20:01:00.000+08:00

A Man Who Is Not Me

A/N: A poem completely unworthy of the one I still love, after so many
years.

One day, Just a few seasons, Now
You will stand before the Lord and sell your life
To a man your father loves
A man Which, Who is not I

I wish you no suffering
For you have suffered and lost
More that you know
For you, my beautiful, blind child

I wish all the ignorance that bliss can provide
But I, as always, am selfish
And suffer so Sweetly with my loss

I know, though perhaps you do not
That I have done nothing to deserve this
Everything to deserve you

But "Fair" is an Unknown concept
Not too far from "True" and "Right"
Even the most generous Godly intervention
Could not deliver you into my arms

And that love for me would only bring you pain
So I ask for this and this only -
That when you cement your surrender
Transfer your life from one man to another

In that one instant see a face long forgotten
If only to be lost again in a moment past
In that moment, Remember me...

Sometimes life feels like crap...As it does now. I just found out from a good fren of mine that a guy who's courting her, is well, also liked by her...

Nothing wrong with that of course. I'm damn happy for her...Its just that, why can't it happen to me as well? No one I've loved in my life's ever had the same feelings for me...

The ones I've liked throughout my life...The first one was a real b****, someone who wanted nothing but money, I suspect. I wonder if she's ever loved me before...Probably never.

The second one, is like what I told my fren, a rose within a bed of deadly nightshade. Venomous weeds poisoning her mind against me, and her thorns were sharp against the skin of my hand as well. What choice did I have? I let her go.

And the third?...First time I saw her, I was totally enraptured. Totally. I stopped breathing for a few seconds then, even. Even till now, looking into her dark mysterious eyes gives me a thrill...Yet, I cannot tell her what I feel, cannot know what she really thinks, or whether I have a chance or not...

All because of these hands of mine...All thanks to that G2 pen of mine...But even if I would have the chance to tell her, I couldn't...I dread the consequences too much.

Heck, I have to stop myself from slurring when even when I speak to her normally. Not only that....There's guys from every corner trying to get her...

Its like VR's song, the Unattainable Girl...just that she's not on MTV, of course. But she probably will....In due time..................

So I ask for this and this only -
That when you cement your surrender
Transfer your life from one man to another

In that one instant see a face long forgotten
If only to be lost again in a moment past
In that moment, Remember me...

2004-02-04T16:12:00.000+08:00

Sitting alone starting to cry
That picture of you forms a tear in my eye
I love you so and you don't know who I am
I pretend that I can make you mine but it's not real

(Bridge)
But you know that I'll get over it
But you know that I can
Maybe I have to when you don't even know who I am
Atleast that's what I tell myself

(Chorus)
It's fun to pretend that you know me
It's fun to pretend that you care
It's fun to pretend when I wake from a dream
You'll still be there
But it ain't no fun been in love with someone
when you know that they don't love you
It's a secret love in a secret world
But hey any dream can true
Yeah hey any dream can come true

Now I don't know what anyone said
Confused thoughts going round in my head
You've made me depressed
My life is a mess
If only I could make it real

(Bridge)
And you know that I'll get over it
But you know that I can
Maybe I have to when you don't even know who I am
Atleast that's what I tell myself

(Chorus)
It's fun to pretend that you know me
It's fun to pretend that you care
It's fun to pretend when I wake from a dream
You'll still be there
But it ain't no fun been in love with someone
when you know that they don't love you
It's a secret love in a secret world
But hey any dream can true
Yeah hey any dream can come true

You've messed up my life
so mutch you made me reach for the knife
I told myself no but how long can I go
You might wake up with me gone
`cos I havn't really got that long
And you'll never see and you'll never know me

(Chorus)
It's fun to pretend that you know me
It's fun to pretend that you care
It's fun to pretend when I wake from a dream
You'll still be there
But it ain't no fun been in love with someone
when you know that they don't love you
It's a secret love in a secret world
But hey any dream can true
Yeah hey any dream can come true

Yeah hey any dream can come true
Any dream can come true

...Heh. Any dream can come true? I hope so.

2004-01-19T01:41:00.000+08:00

Hero

By Superchic[k]

Verse:
No one sits with him, he doesnt fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Cause you want to belong do you go along
Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong
Its not like we hate him or want him to die
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide
Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
And a kindness from you might have saved his life

Tag:
Heroes are made when you make a choice

Chorus:
You could be a hero
Heroes do what's right
You could be a hero
You might save a life
You could be a hero, You could join the fight
For whats right for what's right for whats right

Verse:
No one talks to her, she feels so alone
Shes in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made

Tag
Chorus

Verse:
No one talks to him about how he lives
He thinks that the choices he makes are just his
Doesnt know hes a leader with the way he behaves
And others will follow the choices hes made
He lives on the edge, hes old enough to decide
His brother who wants to be him is just nine
He can do what he wants because its his right
The choices he makes change a nine year olds life

Chorus x2

I feel like the kid in the first verse. Except that now instead of commting suicide, the song's given me another idea: To kill everyone I hate and in the end kill myself too. Its much better this way right?

Just a thought...

2004-01-09T14:44:00.000+08:00

Its A New Year! With New Troubles!

Hoo boy. Its a new year...with newer troubles. However, let me start from where I left off(not including the crazy update).

Basically, I went to the Philippines to do some mission work on the 10th of December. As I said in my testimony, one cannot simply hear the experience, one must take up his cross and go.

However, I CAN spare you the gory parts. Like me and Ian having a 'friendly competition' to kill cockroaches. Yes...the place is INFESTED with them.

The minute we stepped into the church, Ian already killed one. I think Ian defeated me in the end, but still we killed pretty much a lot of cockroaches.

There's also a similarity where Ian and I wore only, what, four pairs of underwear for the entire 11 day trip?

And for the whole trip, only ONCE did I use shampoo, and NEVER did I use soap there. Its quite difficult to wash the soap away when you're using a plastic scoop instead of a shower head to wash up.

Did I also mention that you have to go the well to collect water? And the toilet doesn't have a toilet seat too, which means you have to basically struggle to avoid falling into the toilet bowl.

Oh, and when you use toilet paper, you can't toss them inside the bowl...You have to throw it inside a container beside the toilet bowl...

But besides that, there was also Christmas to contend with. Basically I wasn't too happy about it (my own birthday too! Imagine!), because I was basically sitting alone at the table, since most, if not all, of my friends had either left me to die, or were ignoring me, which one I'm not sure, 'cause they all have the same result: Loneliness

Fortunately Terence was there, and like the Prince I portrayed him to be in my story (Yes...what I codenamed "Project CNL-LotR), he helped and pulled me up from the pits of despair. Samuel, Zhiwei and Ephraim too. I thank you all, my brothers, for being there in my time of need.

What was worse, was that even though there was some animosity between me and this...girl whom I'll call Mel, I got her something more expensive than what i would have gotten for her.

Problem was that I got it from my dad's jewellery shop, and so...One problem led to another, and soon it became a huge mess...

Some bugger decided to spread that the present was $399! The problem only came, however, when her parents found out about it, her dad asked her to refuse it!

Right then, having lost almost my sanity, dignity, and everything else, I took a deep breath and explained to her that it wasn't what she thought it was. After a very very very long time, she finally accepted.

I had wanted to say something else, like "Where's my present?"(hehe...just joking!), but I felt so screwed by everyone else, including Mel, that I just ended it with a suppressed, disappointed,(indeed. I had wanted to YELL!) "Merry Christmas", before I turned my back on her, and walked away.

I tell you, you'd have an easier time trying to propose to a girl. Speaking of proposal, congrats to Mr Reagan Yee and Miss Evelyn Foo for officially hooking up! I'm soooo jealous of Reagan's success. But anyway, life basically sucks still, especially with the reappearance of school.

I can't say God hasn't blessed me though. I got a new wallet :D! My friends have returned (though trying not to trust them that much as before will be hard) to my side, and the first Youth Service this year was a success!!! Pops to all who helped in it! And all the credit goes to...GOD!

I don't know much to say for now...I think I'll just go and sleep or read a book or play a game or continue writing my stories...Never mind!

2003-12-29T04:20:00.000+08:00

Pissed...BAD! Need...Panadol! No more...Alchohol!

**staggers** Whoa. Easy there Josh.

Basically, this is a rubbish entry as certain people are doing it. So I am going to spoof *hic* their entries. First up, the First of the Three Amigos/Kings will speak for me instead of myself. Come...Hahhahaha!

**Jonathan sits down on the chair, but forgot that Josh didn't get off**

Josh:F$#k!!!!
Jonathan: oops. Sorry. The alcohol...

**Jonathan types**
What can i say? Its been a bad day, though it was supposed to be a GOOD day... The start of our retreat was basically ruined by the fact that we have only one day at this BEAUTIFUL suite.. And now we have to find our own accomodation... and we'll have to pay.. and all the planning I DID has gone to WASTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF?????

**Jonathan grabs a full Jim Beam bottle and throws it across the room.**

Reagan: OEI!! I wanted to drink!

**Jonathan ignores Reagan and continues typing**
I cannot believe it!!! ALL REAGAN's FAULT!!!!! WHY DID HE HAVE TO GO FOR HIS COUSIN's WEDDING??????? F$!@#%%$@!$@%@^#@^&*%#@~!^T$( #Q$@#^%#@&$@#%$@#%$!%@@^^#%*#%^@%@^^^^^^....

**Panting from exhuastion, Jonathan continues typing**
But anyway, we got back at him, didn't we Josh??

**Josh is busy cleaning his hands. Sink is stained red**

**Reagan pushes Jonathan aside. His hands are bloodied**

Aww!!! there gOes my SkiN!OucH many yrs mths days hrs secs of accumulation!! all gone to waste.! *sob* yoU s.O.B!Now i'll have to suffer the humiliation of not havin skin aniMOre! vad the fcuk are u doiN?I muz cut...

**Josh pulls Reagan away by the *****, Reagan screaming in background **

Damm this shit. You dirtied my longsword, you stupid pathetic ^$^&$&%$^%! Its supposed to cut through bodies, not for 'skins'! &^$#@$%^!!!

Listen up everybody. I am one heck of a alcohol-fueled machine, bent on death and destruction. All those buggers who irritate me shall pay...Even if they can really kill me, I shall handicap them in one way or another!

By the way, we are the Three Amigos/Kings! All who are $^#^$@#%@#^%# in this world shall DIE!!!! MUahahahahahha **follows Dr Evil**

**Suddenly goes back to normal** What the heck? Reagan? Jon? WHat's going ON?!

**Jon and Reagan are also confused. Suddenly, a full bottle of Jack Daniel's takes effect**

Jon and Reagan: Heheheheh...All we need now is a nice, hot...

**Josh looks blur** Dog?

Jon and Reagan: NO! Well, in a way...The female version of a dog, we mean...

**Joshua tries to resist, but suddenly gets hit with a full barrel of demon vodka**

Oh. I see. Geylang's got a whole bunch. In fact, SIngapore is CHOCK FULL!!

All: Geylang, Sipaku Geylang, GEYLANG!

Author's Note: This is a bunch of ravings like many other of my fren's blogs. Hahaha. They are all FAKE...Or not?!

Jonathan: Lai2, qu4 Geylang HOT yi4 xia4!

2003-11-26T02:07:00.000+08:00

Tired, sleepy and emotionally drained...

Yup. An unhappi blog again **hears moans and groans**. While others have meaningless topics for their blogs and sum dun even update at all (IAN!EPH!TANG!You @$^%). Well, not really. Once again, I apologise to my readers(if there are ANY anyway...btw, if ya dere, tag me plsss!) for not blogging for such a loooooooooooooong time...its just that I've been too buzi and stressed these days.

First up, there was ze matter of my time commitments. Being the hols at tis point of time,all I do is play video/pc games now. I dun go out cuz: 1)I have no frens. No bestest ones anyway. 2) I dun know what to do when i'm out. 3) I have things at home, like tuition(sob!).

I have to manage my tuition hmwork(tho i dun do it at all), my responsiblility as the skit coordinator of Tacloban church trip(God! Motivate me!), my messed up feelings(Fine, its related to my heart, okay?), my lack of social life, blah blah and blah. Man...I suck.

Just came back from malaysia from Leader's Retreat. My grade for it? 3 out of 5. Three cuz it was fun while the going was good for me. Then I started getting paranoid about Ianny, Frammie, Sherie(is tat yr nick yr sis gave you?) and Mienie(sorry peeps!Must hav eaten sumthin wrong) and all, which means that I was constantly depressed, and to wrap it up, my asthma attacks came.

Guess when?

When my inhaler ran outta doses and all the 'farmasi'(malay pronoun for pharmacy) were closed. I was so totally screwed then. Plus, the phelgm i coughed up had streaks of blood(ouch!) in them...

But at least there were high points. Playing Smackdown! and trashing everyone at it, watching four guys go crazy trying to get a ball into the net(Winning Eleven),trying to explain to a gal why they were so crazy about that, getting a full dose of the Holy Spirit and speaking in tongues, getting seven pirated vcds and four pirated games(FFX-2,LOTR:RoTK,PES3/WE7,Celebrity Deathmatch) etc....

Back to the bad points. In church, I got hit by a few hard "punches" too. One was finding out that the New Youth Band was gonna split soon, and that we would require new people, and that three very impt ppl would be splitting soon. Either that, or I'm just paranoid.

Another was trying to decide whether I should dedicate time to learn the saxophone or not, especially since it would be taught by the conductor himself.

One last one was when I heard something that demoralised the heck outta me. Our deeearr tangster said it, by da way. Nvm I said that. Just ramblings of a sleep deprived teenager...:(

I'm going to Bali this week, and by the looks of it,I'm turned off. I dunno why, but I dislike going to foreign countries unless its: London or that I'm going with a whole bunch of frens. If ya want anything, tell me quick. I'll be gone this Friday.

I'm...too depressed, too sleepy, too tired to write more. Maybe next time. I guess.

Bye peeps. See you nex time...happier i hope.

2003-11-10T21:16:00.000+08:00

I am the One

Okay maybe not. I just plaayed soccer in the rain, like how Neo fought Smith in the rain. Happi? I hope so.

Basically it started out okay...after church came lunch...I STILL don't know WHY the gals (Sherlyn,Melodie,Shermien,Shannon n her fren,Sharyl...) wanted to go ALL the way to far east plaza JUST to take neoprints. As Ianny (like the nick?) said "Taking neoprints are nuthing but a waste of time and money". Whatever. I still have the belief that gals are mentally unstable, so maybe the flash from the neoprint calms them down. **sees church girls pick up guns, swords, scissors,etc** Okaee!!! Sorri babes! Taking neoprints rocks, okay?

Youth band practice rox!!! Or at least when i can sing well and my nose is not screwed up...We made a record of a song sumtime ago... The name's You are my Hope, by Skillet. If ya wanna hear how its like, download it frm Kazaa. Ours is like the toned down version, and the vocals(me) is about...a zillion times lousier than the original singer. Hahahhazz....Lucky the gals weren't there or it woulda been worse...Oops! Sorry again! Hahaz...

Anyway, after lunch, we went to play soccer at ngee ann polytechnic. Near that area, anyway. Dumb idiots that we were, we got lost :\ But we still found it anyway.

We played, and it rained. Hard. Very very hard. So when the rain stopped, we were wet as ducks. Like Neo fighting in the rain...so quite fierce lah. But then my cousin Jeric (who is so wide that if I wore his swimming trunks, I'd be swimming IN the trunks not the pool! who's the goalkeeper is like...Beckham at his free kicks man! He clean sheet, a suprise huh?

I don't even wanna talk about the game. I plain sux at soccer. I cant even kick straight! Boohoo...But Adrian was always there to support. he damn fierce man...Tomolo going gym with him summore...**winces as muscles hurt** Ow...Maybe not.

Might be going to watch Ong Bak tomorow...Hahha....He looks damn powerful man...But if Neo went against him one on one....He is a goner!

No lah...but one person would kick their butss up, down, left right and center! WHo is that? Me? Nooooway! It's God. One flick of his finger and Ong Bak is history. One burp of God can knock Neo from the sky, straight into oblivion!!!

Hahah...first guy among my frens blog to use singlish! I rock!!!...I must be crazy. Must be playing too much games...Whatever. Gotta go eat dessert with my mom. Seeya later man!

P.S Clay Aiken rox. MU rox. New Youth band rox. Gals do NOT rock. Hahah! No way man! Babes are the rockiest of them all!!! Maybe except Youth band....

2003-11-03T14:39:00.000+08:00

I'm Free!

Hey peeps! Sorry I haven't been updated for such a long time! I've been too busy playing games or just slacking! Hahaha...Basically just slack and play and slack!

Yup, my exams are over. And almost everything in my life-except for some particular areas still :S - Is great!

I've received a laptop from my mom, a Sony Vaio at that, the very small one with a digital camera...Its capacity isn't that good, but still enough to retreive attachments and such. I'm only a 15 year old anyway, getting a laptop FREE is good enough! I bought a new original game, Smackdown! Here Comes The Pain. It rocks...big time!

Music fans, know this: I listen to lame music. Yes. Like Clay Aiken **gets showered with rotten fruit and shouts of "Clay is Gay!"** Okay, okay! I just admire the way he can go so damn high! I wish i can sing like that, but then again certain song shave to go low, so... :S And as for ppl who listen to him, I bought Measure of a Man, his new album. Only Invisible is really catchy and good (cuz it applies to me? Yup). The rest is okay...Didn't meet my expectations though. He could have done better.

My position in class is 7, the 1st boy. Hahahah! I rock...actually, credit goes to You, God. The number 7...wow. That's realli symbolic...

Anyway, I have decided on something: To be happy when writing my blog entries! Yeah well, a LOT of my frens have happy blogs, and I think i should do da same. :) So expect happy blogs until I'm really VERY depressed...

Frens who read my story (and even beyond that, they read my other stories), THANK YOU SO MUCH! I just want you to review after reading, so i can know who you are and thank you personally.

Dunno what to say...Just pray for me that the only screwed up areas of my life gets er...Unscrewed! RIght!

TOo lazy to go on a credit list...want to play games as well...so...Seeya! Next week or so! Buh Bye!!!

2003-10-07T01:31:00.000+08:00

The Civics & Moral Ed exam has come and gone!

Which means, I have two days to prepare for my Geography and POA (paper 1). I have NOT done ANY stuff. Which means I am so dead...

As if that wasn't enough...

Remember last post, where I talked about God telling me to be forgiving and loving to others, esp. people from my family?

Sometimes, I feel really depressed. I mean, when someone likes a girl, you don't go out and steal her under his nose by having secret correspondence with her, especially when he's one of your best friends and that you already have a girlfriend.

It really hurts a lot, and a guy with almost zero self-esteem can be driven to kill himself, with the exams coming in as well. I've thought about dying quickly and then meeting God and being happy forever, where no one can hurt me, but no.

There are still people on this Earth whom I love but has not accepted Christ, and while they live, I will not lose the chance to bring the Light to them.

People who actually care, please pray for me. Its a tumultous period of time, when hearts are broken, spirits are poor and studies are bad for me.

By the way, people who actually bother to read my story, thank you. Please leave a review so that I can thank you nice and proper.

Perhaps I'll end with a prayer. Yes, that's it.

"Lord, I just want to thank you for the wonderful people who care about me, and bless them. Bless those who are taking their finals soon, and let them be promoted.

May my enemies be blessed as well, that they may come to believe in You or that they may become my brothers or sisters.

Whatever happens in my life in any part, whether love, studies or friendship is up to You, since I'm nothing more than a weak fool. God, forge me into a man that is worthy of the name "Joshua", whom you chose (and renamed) millenia ago. Thank you, Father

In Jesus' name I pray,

Amen."

2003-09-30T16:10:00.000+08:00

Exams are getting closer...

Oh no. Exams are comin soon...And I haven't prepared!**cries**

**wipes tears away** Never mind. I've got a couple of things to say, and that is...

Praise to the Lord!

Why? Simple. Sum days ago, my stepbro asked me to pick up his guitar. I wanted to 'forget' (Well, I shuld, of all da things he'd done to me), when I decided to be a nice guy for once (like Enjolras ova dere. Like the pic?) and do it.

Big mistake. I left it in the cab when I went home. It took me a full five secs to realise that, and by da time I went after it, it was goooonnnnee! I took off like a sprinter, and of course, after covering a whole kilometre, I realised I was too late.

Panic. Then I called my parents. Thanks Dad, for being so caring and patient. Didn't have da guts to go home, considering what Titus could do to me emotionally (Clue<--He's good at getting/stealing gals-->Clue) and physically.

But in the end, the little guy didn't do anything but make a couple of jokes. Thx man. I owe you one.

God is Good!

Again, since I was feeling really down and betrayed in my heart a fortnight ago. But He spoke to me(thru people), and told me that I culd forgive, and love others. He also told me(thru people) that I should be myself, a nice/good guy, and in the end, girls will see me for who I am! :)

If you are those ppl whom God spoke thru, I wanna thank you for everything. Ya juz brightened up my whole month.

As for you, Mr. Blog,

Excuse me, but the Blogger.com staff need alot of maintenance on the servers. I've got my whole template completely erased five times! I mean, the heck is wrong???

Anywayz, I've got a pic, and the music(Still want This is the Night, but thx Mel!), links to frenz, taggies and my profile. Now all I need is a real cool template...Not a pink one though!

2003-09-26T20:37:00.000+08:00

My First Detention Class

Its my first time in three years that I've gotten D.C in my Secondary School, so I thought it would be an interesting experience...

And it was...

Time: 2.00PM

I turn up and report for detention. Mr Kwok(the DM) asks me whether I know the reason why I had been sent here, and I told him yes, failure to report. Actually, the problem was that I didn't know why had I been marked for "failure to report"!

The cause:

Caught on Wed for long hair(Long??), was absent on Thur so couldn't report to him. Friday I tried to find him at 7:15AM. He was not in his office, and even some prefects didn't know where he was!. Fine, I finished assembly, but then he called me out before I could even find him. He screamed at me for a couple of times, saying why didn't I find him and that I could have chased after him on he stage! (Lame rite?) And thunks to tat, I'm in this horrible place. Start to do homwork (E-Math! Sux!)

Time: 2:24PM

Stops trying. I tot this place was good for studying, but then sudddenly a whole bunch of assorted CABs (Chao Ah Beng) came in and filled it to the brim. I gave up and did this dumb...diary? Like Jeff Archer's Prison Diary, heh heh.

Time: 2:40PM

...I give up. These fellas are so damn funny. This Indian CAB tried to piss off this gal who seemed like a CAL (Chao Ah Lian) in attitude (Aye, got girl in my church dun look like Ah Lian but act like one man!) and succeeded. Soon they were at each other's throats.

After a while, the girl left the room juz to get a lollipop (See what I mean!?) The when she returned, the Indian CAB locked her out , trying to make the DM catch her.

Fortunately, da DM wasn't dere, so he gave in and let her in.

Big mistake.

He was locked out by her. Everyone laughed.

Time: 3.00PM

Free at last! I tot that I woulda have ta stay till five man!
Sheesh! Bye, CABS! Hope you people don't come here too often, coz I'm not! (At least tryin my best not to!)

2003-09-08T01:10:00.000+08:00

I Have Come!

Hello people...

If you want an introduction, please don't ask me. Look at the bio (Or where it SHOULD be, just began to blog today) for any information. I've just been tossed into the world of web-bloggers I guess, seeing all my friends have one, maybe I should too.

Today was a very-I repeat- very odd day. It's hard to find a proper word for it as I was really very pissed.

By the way, if you find me using names, most of the time they're fake names, especially the ones I'm liable to offend and don't want them to know I'm talking about them...

Anyway, to start off, I'm a children church worship leader(Am I?), and today I had to do a couple of songs which I did not know. Kids as you know nowadays, are not very kind, and so were starting to get bored with the unfamiliar songs. Cheers to Auntie Chulian for helping me!

After that part, thank God, I knew the other songs. Kids are also easy to amuse, and so after doing some funny stuff (like muffling my voice to follow the verse "I'm feastin at His banqueting table"), they finally warmed up.

After that, I had to round up people and do head-counts and such. My Church Youth arranged a picnic/outing at Tanjong Beach in Sentosa you see, so the younger ones had to be taken care of.

When we finally set off, we got lost. -_-

We managed to get a 7-seater cab though (there were TEN of us!), and reached there before some others. Needless to say, I am a nerd and had planned on walking around doing anything. How pathetic am I?

There were no tables to do my homework on though, and I changed into my beach wear seeing that my stepbrother Titus had done so and so had many others. They were what people considered "cool", and I wanted to join them - NOT! Well maybe to get her...

I hate the beach. I can't play sports, can't cycle, can't rollerblade. I can swim, but I hate the sea. It's full of piss, gunk and whatever you can think of! S'pore's beaches just ain't clean. Meanwhile, I stole glances at Rainie whenever I can. Okay, Rainie's the girl I like, and that's not her real name. I must look like a failure to her huh? I've even heard her call me "gay" before! **bursts into tears, then stops** But that's another story...

What came next was a suprise. We all got sucked into playing this step-on-someone's-balloon game. I was the finalist along with this other twenty-something girl. We were like Chinese fighters and fight we did. Until everyone else got bored and threw us in the water instead. I fought like a tiger when grabbed, and punched Ming Zhen twice (sorry!) and elbowed/punched Samuel once. But I still landed in the water. **sighz**

Still no attention from Rainie. Sad, aren't I? Well, I'm a hopeless romantic :S. Still, I feel happy in her presence, and though it stings as she kept avoiding me (I think), it feels nice.

Unfortunately, she has to leave early along with a whole other bunch of people as well. I finally feel normal again. Then it was rugy time - on rough sand.

There is one thing you have to note about me. I'm only 50 kg at 17+cm and I look like a bloody bamboo man. So when they played rugby, I only went after the not-so-big-sized ones. I tell you, the team which you want to win, must have: Zhiwei and Reymond (Raymond?) inside. I only got a tiny gash on my foot. The others weren't so lucky.

After that we went for swim to cool down. Only one word: Shiok. Until that crazy Rey dived down to pick up some sludge and threw it at us. As always, I got hit.

What happened later didn't really matter though, unless you want to know about people pushing people off wooden platforms into the sea for fun...-_-

I had a mood swing after we returned from the beach to eat at a food court. I had this constant black face, and poor Samuel and some others was asking me what was wrong.

I could tell them: That it was Rainie, that I was tired, that I had not done all my tuition homework, or there wasn't anything wrong.

I told them it was nothing. Actually, it was because of Rainie, that I was tired and the homework. Sheesh, why am I such an idiot? I managed to release all the stress inside though, by playing Time Crisis. Death to baddies! (Don't scream at me, scream at the arcade for having only one shooting game!)

Oh whatever man..oh, its past midnight already! Right then. I'm sorry if I've talked too much...Its my first blog after all...see ya'all then...

P.S God give me strength to do my tuition homework tomorow!