Batman film review.

Well, it was fantastic. If Iron Man were 8/10, Batman would be 9/10. Either that or a 9.5/10. Considering that i went out to watch it the day before Chinese CCT.

The director was fantastic. Every actor made full use of their screen time. You can see the conflict in Batman's eyes, the anger in Harvey Dent, and of course the most of all, the insanity within the Joker. The only part i didn't like was Batman sounding really raspy. And of course, we have to remember that the director was the one who told the actors what to do.

Make-up and costumes were beyond my expectations as wells. Just compare the Joker's decaying make-up to Jack Nicholson's Joker. Definitely Heath Ledger looks more crazed and unstable, which to me is what the Joker is all about. Batman's costume looks better than in the first film, sleeker and such.

The props people have done an excellent job as well. The batmobile+ motorcycle thingy's coolness is almost up to par with the ironman suit! They both look beautiful, and it is rather interesting to see how the motorbike SPRINGS out. Yeah, i won't spoil it.

The plot was tight, gripping and amazing in a horrific way. Watching the Joker deal out those punishing acts to innocents and criminals is really impactful. My only gripe is about Harvey Dent's errm special appearance near the end. It was too short.

Well, thats a rather short review.

I'l post a sarcastic version later haha. It'l be like Temptation, so please do not take it too seriously.

An old friend has returned. Well, not so much of returned as surfaced yet again. Well, can you guess?

Nah, even I wouldn't be able to guess it myself. After going to ATC i now have another sandfly bite that has pus. Sick. I know. But it wasn't OBS bad though. The bites from OBS haven't even healed.

Oh, and I messed up today's Chem and English test. I did not finish the papers, and its not the "Omg I din do the last question worth 1 mark so i can't compete with jeson lololo" kind of screw up. Its bad.

And I saw a nice quiz on Ye Oon's blog/ Sufyan's blog. So, I'l be doing it. I don't know why some people are so uptight about others doing their quiz. Well, maybe they created it. Ah, if someone stole my amv, i would be even more pissed.

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1) Chen Wei
2) Chiap
3) Chen

There are still some more...

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1) Ccw
2) Ccw (You know the rest)
3) Ccw (Pensive)


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1) Straight hair. Curly hair is messy and such.
2) Relatively pimple-less face. Hurray.
3) My metabolism rate is imba (Its still counted as physical!)

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1) Need to grow taller
2) Need to grow taller
3) I REALLY need to grow taller

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1) 3rd generation China-man. Whee.
2) Singaporean
3) I'd like to think that im either the successor of a Mafia boss or someone with special abilities. Not the nerdy kind.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1) A heated conflict. Not drama serial like, but like a real live conflict.
2) Screwing up my future and life.
3) My own thoughts.

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1) Family
2) Friends
3) Cash. Because cash can buy clothes, food, games etc. Yeah, i'm trying to fool the test...

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:
1) Sleeveless shirt
2) Comfy shorts
3) Spec hooks. I need to get used to it.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. My Chemical Romance
2. Maroon Five
3. Jordin Sparks (dunno many of her songs though)

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (RIGHT NOW):
Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown Duet- No Air!
Leona Lewis- Bleeding Love
Paramore- That's what you get

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
Hmm. Friend + romance.
1) Has a sense of humour. Laugh at my crappy jokes damnit.
2) Genuinely likes me.
3) Errm, can understand me?

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
George Bush came up with the word "emotionality".
I have a gf.
I like making amvs (come on this is a giveaway)


THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
Holy snap. I couldn't dodge the question after all!
1) Female. Of course, so errm, yeah.
2) Cute. Noo, i succumbed to physical appearances...
3) Hmm, maximum height is slightly taller than me. I can't live being compared constantly...
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THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1) Amvs!
2) Playing video games.
3) Spending time with friends and family.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1) Actually do some work instead of getting distracted.
2) Eat 2 double turkey bacon Burger King burgers for dinner. Nice.
3) Forget that i screwed both tests today.

THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1) Some advertisement maker/ caster thingum.
2) Director of a film. I'm not kidding, but looking back on this, its kinda far-fetched.
3) Lawyer.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1) Japan.
2) A sweet hotel where i can slack in.
3) The bank. I'l go all joker on it and get the cash!

THREE NAMES YOU LIKE:
1) I cant remember.
2) No idea
3) Argh how many times do you want me to say this.

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1) Win a competition. As in 1st place, doesn't matter if its team or whatever, getting a nice trophy.
2) Attained a good enough reputation to be remembered after i die.
3) Live a happy fufilling life.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:
1) I'm kinda sensitive. Ya know, emotionally.
2) I tend to avoid conflicts.
3) I have mood swings. Holy snap.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
1) I look like one.
2) I act like one. Well, for the most part anyway :)
3) I enjoy watching girls more than boys. Err, that didn't come out right.

THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
I dun have anything witty to insert. Just take the quiz.

Chem OBA tmr and El CCT.

I have learnt a valuable lesson today. Which is other than for history projects, word limits do not F***ing mean anything. I kept my SA reflections under the word limit and what happened? I got lower than a lot of guys who passed over the word limit.

Lit Essay, I kept it under the word limit. I got lower than a lot of people that i usually get higher than.

Me and Nigel kept the Maths Project under word limit, I remember editing out freaking 200 words, and what happened? We got 16/30 which is a WTF mark.

Basically, other than for history projects now, I'm not giving a care about word limit. You can't give me a word limit, I keep under it, and guy A goes over it.

Instead of pwning guy A upside down, you complain that theres not enough explanation on the damned thing, mark me down on my rubrics, and meanwhile, give guy A who passed over the word limit by 500 words 2 thumbs up.

So, you just lost another fan of the word limit. Well, I wasn't really a fan, but you get the idea.

Screw word limits, im going to purposely exceed them whenever i can now. Why should i suffer?

In life, many things do not pay off although you put in the effort. One of those things would be the polishing of boots.

Sure, you may say "U ArE DoiNG IT wronG LoLOLo Noob." But there is nothing LoLOLo Noob about this. It just ain't funny.

Spending time on boots does not necessarily result in a satisfying shine. Ok, u just wasted your time to mug maths for cct tmr to polish boots and its not shiny. You are probably pissed.

Whats worse is when the teacher in charge (won't mention his name here), or your seniors see your boots and lecture and pump you because they think u didn't polish your boots. At this time, I would think, "Screw this, i'm mugging maths next time."

But i continued polishing. So today is the last time. If at tomorrow's muster parade and uniform check, i'm nagged at again because of my boots, i'm giving up. Hooray.

I need to watch what i sing. Well, a couple of reasons.

1. YES I KNOW MY SINGING SUCKS!

2. Its not really a good idea to sing songs that your parents may disapprove of. This becomes ever so difficult with catchier songs. I almost song out the chorus of Sexy Can I and I Kissed A Girl. Close shave.

Man...The next week is darm sian.

I think my blog is slowly dieing off, i think only a few people are reading this. I feel like slacking off, updating my blog less frequently as theres really not much point going to my blog and seeing my tagboard unchanged after oodles and oodles of blogging goodness done. Well, tag more if you want me to update more i guess, its really damn irritating to do a huge update and only like 1 guy says smth.

But then again maybe my expectations are too high. Suf told me "People dun tag because theres nothing to tag about." Nooo..My life is too boring...Strays off into a corner and dies, only to be discovered 500 years later by a group of mutants.

My internet connection is simply fantastic. It has given me the rare chance to see a file being downloaded in BYTES. Not kb/sec, but b/sec. Basically 1000 bytes= 1kb. I was so happy that it was giving me the opporunity to see my downloads jamming every 3seconds and me having to need to continuallt resume the download.

Basically, damn the damn internet connection. I can't go to ign.com, i cant go to youtube, and i cant download anything thats more than 10kb.Damn.

"I toy with Temptation".

The words of the advertisement for Magnum ice-cream taunted me even in my dreams. In them, Eva kept repeating her lines over and over again. She mocked me for not being man enough to challenge temptation, to conquer it. As such, I took a stand.

I decided that tonight was the night. It was the night that i would become a real man. I would too toy with Temptation. Dinner was merely the ritual to open up the portal to manhood. I soon ransacked my fridge, looking for Temptation incarnate, the Magnum Ice-Cream. My family shouted that i was messing up the house. I didn't care. I was going to toy with temptation tonight. They said I had to eat fruits instead. I didn't care. Temptation awaited me. If you can't trust television advertisements, what CAN you trust? A good example was the jewellary brand "Destiny". They proclaimed that it was my destiny to own one. I immediately jumped at the opportunity. After forking out wads of cash which were insignificant compared to the chance that I held in my hands; to embrace my crappy destiny, I went to the shop. After requesting 8 cups of chinese tea and a jukebox that played Pop Goes The Weasel, I was ready to purchase jewellary..the tool to my destiny.

That day changed my life. It helped me realise that my destiny was a piece of crap, as i was a penniless teenager whose only possessions was a small ring. It really gave me an insight to the destiny before me.

Finally, I found an Almond flavoured Magnum chocolate ice-cream. I immediately faced my hardest challenge in a long while, the opening of the plastic wrapping. It took all of my dexterity, strength and intelligence to pinpoint its weak spot, which turned out to be the jagged end of the wrapper. It allowed my 0.1320582903290% more friction than normal, allowing me to rip open the wrapper, leaving me exhausted.

Then my next challenge appeared. After watching re-runs of the advertisement, i analysed the angle and way in which Eva bit into the ice-cream. After spending 30 minutes on that, during which my family yelled at me to stop hogging the television, i think i mastered the technique of biting, something that requires precise mouth eye coordination.

However, when i bit into the bar, chocolatey bits and vanilla ice cream bombarded me. Some went onto my cheek, some into my mouth and the majority up my nose. It gave me a new meaning to the phrase "up yours". I ignored that fact that i looked like a crazed lunatic, and continued with my second bite. I managed to get 50% of the mouthful into my mouth this time. My brain collapsed into an incomprehensible mush, also known as the fabled "Brain Freeze". I rinsed and repeated the process.

By the end of the bar, I looked like i had pushed my face into a chocolate cream cake. My family once again yelled at me to wipe my face, saying that ants would congregate and start a nest on my face. I refused, as this was the evidence of my manliness, my toying with temptation.

To celebrate, i'm going to facebook, creating an account and posting random pictures of boxes and crates in my account. What's the difference between a box and a crate? You fool! Look it up!

Signing off.
Ccw.

Comments certainly are welcome. Hopefully u guys give some feedback so i can improve.

Chapter 7

Screams. From the dark eagle soaring above, from the undead that would never find peace with their souls, and in his heart. Screams of pain. Anger. Screams when one’s pride is wounded deeply, when one’s heart of ambition is pierced, when deep scarlet blood flows into the ground.

Raccious sat on the ground, in the middle of the long deserted cemetery. He had been defeated, found by some random passerby, and healed. Although that Chosen…What was his name…Laran, had also faced the prospect of death, he still survived longer in the fight. Laran was the last man standing.

Damn. He was supposed to be the heir to the long line of necromancers in his family. The last 5 generations of his family all consisted of great necromancers. They had all contributed to Earth. He knew he was a Chosen, and that even more was expected of him. Pura had personally informed him of that. She had also given him a piece of information that haunted him to this day, forming the very reason why he believed he existed for.

He had been training non-stop for the last 3 years. While others preferred to take a more standard path under Necromancer Instructors, he had trained on his lonesome, coming up with original techniques. Another added benefit was that he was more in touch with his natural element. The darkness. He could call on a large number of skeletons, undead, and creatures of the dark in general.

His main problem was that he was too complacent. Even he knew that that was his hamartia, his tragic flaw. He always got too caught up in the battle. It was like he was being possessed by someone…or something.

He shook the thought off. He would have to concentrate on training. Defense in particular. He drew out his wand. “Synchro rate is at 20% huh…” he thought. He would get it up to 25% by the end of the night. Him and Venom would achieve it.

“Consume the living. Venom!” Raccious called out, transforming his wand into a Onyx-coloured staff, with a diamond orb at the very top. Venom was a top-quality spirit, one that had been passed down in his family for many generations.

“Spar with me.” He summoned a pack of zombie wolves. They rose out from the ground, crackling with dark arcane energy that surged through their fangs. Sensing that there was blood to be drank, they snarled, acid saliva dribbling down their chin.

5 on 1. Easy.

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“I’m gonna teach you something that’s gonna boost your power exponentially if you know how to use it. Fuse that uprade core into your sword please.” Xenious spoke.

The atmosphere was very relaxing, the air was humid and the sky was coloured a delicate shade of blue. There was a rainforest off in the distance, and the waterfall in front of them beat and churned the water that flowed in a river.

Laran started the process. He had much experience fusing upgrade cores ever since he left Panon, but this was extremely difficult. The soul at first refused to go into the sword, fighting back against Laran’s arcane energy. It kicked and floated, fighting against the push of Laran’s arcane energy. The thing had a mind of its own.

Xenious had been studying Laran. When Laran finally finished the process, the sword exploded in white light. It shimmered and shone, before looking exactly as it had been before.

“Your spirit seems to be a stubborn one. I’ve never seen a spirit fight with such tenacity against it’s soon to be master. Cut your finger and let the blood drip onto the sword.”

Laran winced slightly as he bit into his thumb. He let a single drip of blood fall onto the sword.

*Drips*

The sword glowed red this time, but almost instantly it reverted to original. Except that there were now runic inscriptions running along the middle of his sword.

“You are now linked and ready to synchro.” Xenious grinned.

Before Laran could ask what in the word he was linked to, a voice sounded in his head. It was deep, tainted with the scars of pain. Laran sensed that the spirit was an old one.

“Yet again. I have been summoned yet again. To roam the earth for all time, that is the punishment for my sin. And I have to answer to snot-nosed kids like you.” The spirit growled unpleasantly.

Laran retorted out loud, “I’m not a snot-nosed kid!” without realizing it.

Xenious snorted in amusement, “More like a snot-mouthed kid. After you defiled my pillow, the river continued to my bed! Now I have to get new bedsheets as well!”

Laran shut his mouth hastily. If he did that in public, people would probably think that he went mad.

He conversed with the spirit. “Watch your mouth! I’m a Chosen!”

“Oh drool on me! Now that we’re linked I can access your previous memories. And boy are they messed up. But there seems to be a certain mist when I attempt to prod deeper…hmm…amnesia?” Laran could feel the spirit poking around inside his head.

“Shoo! Mind your own business!” Laran swatted his own head in a futile attempt to shake the spirit.

“Say pleeaaseee.” The spirit sang cheekily.

Laran was pissed. It turns out that although the spirit was experienced, it also took on the personality of a retard.

“Fine. Please.” Laran talked to the spirit nicely.

Instantly Laran felt the spirit calm down, from a rapid prodding of his mind to a slow, relaxed swirling.

“Alright. Time for you two to synchro. Just try to embrace each other’s soul, you two should share the same body, same stream of consciousness…same life.”

Laran relaxed himself, giving the spirit more free reign. The sword was his connection between the spirit and himself, and he gripped it tightly, holding onto that connection with an iron vicegrip.

What is your name…he asked himself, the spirit in particular.

The pain of living…I have faced many trials…Just call me Rejection…The spirit had returned to its calm composed mood.

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Xenious watched. He was immensely interested in how the Chosen would be able to synchro with his weapon. Usually, the person would call out the name of the spirit residing within his weapon when activating synchro mode. With a higher level on synchronization, the person would be able to allow his or her movements to flow fluidly with the spirit, drastically increasing his or her combat prowess.

Tiny rocks started floating around Laran, a testament to the arcane energy he was using to synchro. There was a faint rumbling in the ground under Laran, it seemed as if a minor earthquake was occurring.

“Let your tears streak the sky! Rejection!” Laran bellowed. He slammed his sword into the ground and let his arcane energy explode. A flash of white light covered a radius of an entire mile, and Xenious had to frantically shield his eyes before he got blinded.

When the light faded, Xenious opened his eyes eagerly. And there stood Laran.

Everything about him seemed the same, yet there was definitely something different. An explicit difference was that now there was a faint aura around him, and that the sword had morphed. It was now glowing slightly cobalt, with the same skull hilt, and now it had shrunk to the shape of a one-handed sword.

Laran inspected the sword with much interest. The weight became lighter, but the speed to power ratio had actually increased. (This means that while the sword got lighter, the power increased). No. The sword wasn’t the correct term. Rejection was.

It turned out that synchronizing with Rejection also gave Laran a calmer state of mind. It was as if an encyclopedia of ancient knowledge and skills had been crammed into his head, and the sudden influx of information and knowledge had allowed him to transcend his state of being. He not only felt more powerful physically, but also spiritually. The cut on his finger had also healed when he synchronized.

He happened to notice a small hologram-like meter floating above Rejection. The meter was only slightly filled from the bottom.

“That's the synchronization meter, Right now, you have synchronized only 5% with your sword. Basically, as you get closer to Rejection and fight more battles with it, your meter will increase when you decide to go into synchro mode.”

“Try going into the rainforest to test your new abilities. I’l be waiting here for you when you are done.” Xenious instructed Laran before heading towards the waterfall.

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“I sense that there is a strange stirring in the world! The EXs have been restless. Some have even emerged from the underground cavern!” Kingsley spoke urgently.

His voice echoed throughout the grand hall in which they were all in. They were in the Kingdom, the place where all the gods lived. There, the air was fresh, the weather cooling, and buying property had an awesome system of 1% downpayment. Everyone was happy, except for the poor property agents who had to chase after their buyers for the payment. They were in a room. It was painted completely white, with a few pieces of furniture, giving it a rather barren look. There was a gigantic hardwood table, with numerous chairs propped around it. The people at the table comprised of all the gods. Minor, Important etc, all the gods were there. Except one.

“Where exactly is Dura!?” Kingsley questioned.

Everyone around the impressive round table muttered to each other. No one was completely sure of where she was. A few lost souls looked around, confused, before making a little noise to give the impression that they were actually discussing something.

Kingsley sighed. Although they were all gods, they had to settle this the old-fashioned way.

“Alright, alright. Everyone, write any information you have heard recently about Dura on the piece of paper.”

The piece of paper was slowly passed around the table. Everyone scribbled what little they had to contribute before passing it.

Half an hour passed, as the gods waited impatiently for their turn. It was a big table.

Finally, the paper reached Kingsley. As he prepared to read aloud the rumours, he heard a loud clattering noise that no doubt belonged to them.

“Damn you medieval knights, stop making so much noise in your armour!” Kingsley yelled at the group of knights unhappily.

The leader of the knights slid down his helmet to reveal himself as King Arthur.

“Well, the grand hall is the only place that actually leads to a functioning bathroom! We are having enough trouble finding a hole in our armour to carry out our business already! Whats up with your attitude! First you steal our patented round table, then you make a fuss out of our attire!” Arthur complained, as his knights booed the gods.

The gods booed them back.

*After some time*

Kingsley cleared his throat. Nothing to warm himself up like a session of childish debating against the knights of Camelot.

“Ok, I will now read out the ideas regarding Dura’s disappearance. Firstly…wait, who the heck wrote KIA?”

Silence ensued.

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Crickets chirped, leaves rustled and the shadow cast by the canopy layer of trees loomed over every creature in the tropical rainforest.

Somewhere in a deep cavern, a spider spun its web swiftly, with the grace of a gymnast and with the skill of a craftsman. Before long, an unsuspecting fly flew into the near-invisible web, getting stuck in the process.

The spider, sensing that its prey was now trapped, eagerly made its way towards the fly. The fly struggled and squirmed, trying to break loose of the thickly bound strands that bound it to the web. As the spider approached, the fly struggled even more furiously. Its efforts were futile, as the spider leapt onto the prey, biting deep into its flesh. The venom seeped into the wound, numbing it. The spider immediately went into action, spinning a dense web to completely restrict the fly’s movements.

This was the natural process of predator and prey. Except that the spider could hardly be considered a spider. It had 10 legs, each as thick and powerful as a tree branch. Bits and pieces of steel daggers were attached to the spider’s limbs, giving the impression that it was more artificial than natural. It had 8 eyes, and all of them were large and beady, presumably giving it better vision. Its fangs were as huge as elephant tusks, and they hung outside of the spider’s mouth, with venomous liquid slithering down. They were sharp like razor blades, and could easily tear human flesh to shreds. A single strike would be fatal.

The mutant spider, after carefully wrapping up its tiny meal, retreated into the darkness, ready to strike in an instant. It was almost invisible in its element.
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“Become one with your sword. That is all.” Xenious had said, sending him on his way. Xenious wanted Laran to train himself and achieve better synchronization before personally teaching him. As such, Laran was now roaming about inside the gigantic tropical forest, looking for enemies to train on.

So far, all he had encountered was a pack of ordinary wolves. They certainly were rather weak, as Laran dispatched of them in a few strikes. Laran wanted something more challenging, something that would force him to activate synchro mode.

“ROAR!!!” came a sound from nearby. Laran was immediately alerted, slowly twisting in a circle. He had absolutely no idea where an attack could come from.

“Die, Human.” A deep voice rang out, before a majestic rain tree was shredded to pieces by a lunar shaped spear. The silhouette of a huge beast towered high above him.

“Oh shiiiiiiiiiiii…” Laran didn’t have time to finish his sentence, as a Tauromacis tore through the tree like a rhino, with his trident pointed straight at Laran. It had a silvery mask of solid titanium, its neck bulged with veins and its horns were a deep orange.

Laran rolled out of the way just in time, right as the Tauromacis charged past. The Tauromacis’ speed was astounding. Laran examined it hastily.

It was easily 3 times his height, with muscles that threatened to rip apart the leather buckle that held its bare armour together. Its body structure was similar to a human, if the human was the child of a wrestling superstar and an Olympic sprinter. Oh, and if it took steroids from the day it was born. Although Tauromacis were known to possess limited intelligence, their brute force battle prowess more than made them worthy soldiers.

The minotaur smashed apart trees and boulders before it skidded to a halt. It approached Laran with haste, swinging his spear at Laran with the effort an elephant took to crush a dog.

Laran did a direct counter-attack, stopping the spear with Rejection. Although the Tauromacis was not even using its full strength, Laran struggled to match the creature’s attack.

The Tauromacis seemed surprised, letting its guard down for a second. Laran saw the creature’s muscles relax for a second, signifying that it was taken aback. He set his left foot forward, and pivoted around it, swinging his sword as he would swing an axe.

The keen blade bit deeply into the Tauromacis’ tendon on its right leg. It roared with anger, and Laran was rocked by the sheer shockwaves that vibrated through his body.

Laran grimaced. Even Rejection was unable to sever its leg. The Tauromacis’ flesh was like it was made of iron. Laran whirled around, trying to cut into its other leg.

However, the Tauromacis had learnt its lesson. Its right leg jerked backwards, slamming into Laran before he could attack.

His saliva flew out of his mouth before he had a chance to realize what was happening. His back collided full-force with a particularly thick tree, temporarily paralyzing him. He felt like he had been hit by a runaway train.

“What are you waiting for? Get up!” Rejection sounded from within Laran’s mind. He quickly pulled himself up, wincing as his body ached and protested.

“Let your tears streak the sky. Rejection!” Laran transformed into Synchronization mode in a flash. The adrenaline rush numbed the pain he felt, and he felt a rush of euphoria. At the same time, he was incredibly calm. The opposing forces were like identical waves crashing into each other from both directions, before settling slowly. His senses were augmented greatly, giving him a somewhat limited 360 degree sixth sense.

He noticed that the meter read 10% synchronization. He had achieved 15% through his meditations and training, but his stamina went down dramatically whenever he pushed himself to that level. His stamina and arcane pool increased proportionally to the synchronization as he shared his body with Rejection. Which meant one thing.

“Terran!” Laran activated his Terran eyes. He dashed towards the Tauromacis speedily. It roared and released a single thunder strike from its spear. With his Terran eyes activated, Laran could see clearly the path of the projectile.

Dodging with ease, he was almost directly in front of the Tauromacis. “Tempest Slash!” the razor-sharp wave of arcane energy targeted the Tauromacis’ mask. The beast raised his crescent mooned spear, deflecting the blow. It snorted in pleasure. And then blood spurted out from the back of its legs, causing the Tauromacis to collapse heavily onto its knees.

Laran had used that technique as a distraction, hastily dealing severe damage to the Tauromacis’ legs. Rejection surged with arcane energy, before releasing yet another Tempest Slash. The Tauromacis twisted around labouredly, lifting its spear again. As the Slash collided head-on with the spear, Laran simultaneously appeared behind the Tauromacis. To the naked eye, it would seem that Laran teleported, however, he was just moving at an amazing speed.

With all his strength, Laran thrusted Rejection directly into the Tauromacis’ spine. Rejection passed through thick flesh, before reaching the spine. For a split moment, Laran panicked, afraid that he would be unable to succeed in his attempt. Then, there was a sickening “CRUNCH”, as Rejection violently sliced through the Tauromacis’ spine, sliding fluidly through the rest of the flesh. The tip of Rejection peeked through the Tauromacis’ chest.

There was a lowly growl from the Tauromacis, as its entire body tensed…and relaxed as it embraced death. Laran withdrew Rejection, before cleaning the blood-stained sword on the grass. He took a deep breath and looked at the corpse. What was a Tauromacis doing in the middle of a rainforest?

“Not bad.” A voice whispered quietly. Laran snapped to attention, looking up just as a hooded figure stepped into the clearing.

Laran took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Another opponent?

How the heck do you camwhore properly???

Argh i'm weak. After two gym sessions, one in the morn, one in the afternoon, i wobbled as i walked down steps. And my physical fitness level is nowhere near what i want to achieve.

But something interesting happened, really. It was one of my few adrenaline rushes. When i got tired for pumping, we stood up, did a few ranger jumps and it kicked in the next time i pumped. I coulden't feel the next 20 pushups at all, there was literally no strain. There was no feeling, its kinda weird.

Oh, and also today's RE comprised of nothing! Our FPS competition was just over, so we have a few periods off. Went to canteen with Jon Ed to eat before heading towards library to read readers digest and newspapers.

Oh, and news was kinda interesting. Two bloggers are engaged in a flaming war. Can't remember their names, but one of them has nice eyes. Probably wearing contacts though, because eye colour is not typical Singaporean haha.

Maybe their argument was orchestrated so that more people will read both their blogs? I know i would to find out what the fuss was in the first place. Well, we may never know.

Ok, maybe i'm reading too much into the situation. I'm listening to "No Air" by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown now. The lyrics are really meaningful. Instead of being like haozhi and jf who post the whole song lyrics, this time i'l just post a small part haha.

(Chris)I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

(Jordin)But how do you expect me
To live alone with just me
Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

A Drop Of Heaven

Wishing that i could
retrieve that drop of heaven.
The days we used to spend
were saturated with colours.

Colours.
When was the last time i've seen a rainbow?
Glimpses of it appear
teasing me of what could have been.

What could it have been?
What could I have been?
Yet another faceless figure
With my hood hung low
Shrouded in darkness.

Darkness.
Enjoy it.
Black and White.
There's no gray.

Gray
clouds lie just over the horizon.
Blocking that beautiful rainbow
We used to enjoy for hours on end.
Obstructing
Irritating
Helping?
How?

How can we
experience that gorgeous rainbow again.
Life was once a painting,
I wish
I could retrieve that drop of heaven.

I'm supposed to be mugging. Not sure if can finish all the homework... And why isn't anyone tagging?

Spent too much time typing Destiny of Tears, well, i'l just call it DoT. Oh, and i'm listening to Maroon Five featuring Rihanna's If I never see your face again. Its really catchy.

---UPDATED---

Its the final stretch. Its now 8.40 and i have peer teaching and the entire english compre to do. Game on!

A pinch of Salt, a shake of sugar.
A flash of light, a silhouette of darkness.
A rush of emotion, an insensitive heart.
The yin and the yang.
Complementary yet contrasting.

I look into your eyes.
Gaze deep into your soul.
You reciprocate.
You ask me what i see.
I'm afraid to tell you.
I ask you what you see.
You're reluctant to tell me.
Your thoughful eyes
narrate a story
about your future.
But i'm sad.
Because that future does not include me.

This is no timeto be wallowing in self-pity.
Reality is life.
One is all,
and all is one.
The rule of the world.

SYFC and FPS

Well, let me describe the SYFC(Singapore Youth Flying Club) course and FPS (Future Problem Solving Competition) in detail. First up, SYFC!

The first day of SYFC was really boring. We had lectures on the physics of flight, the guy taking care of us cracked lame jokes, and Mr Chan Chee Kiong was repeatedly hailed as Kieng Wee's father (because they look kinda alike).

Second day was a.w.e.s.o.m.e. The biggest highlight was the joyride in the Piper Warrior II. As mentioned before, it was build for 2 pilots and 2 passengers. Well, Sufyan and Kieng Wee didn't want to sit at the front, so i went. We had to put on these headphone thingums, so as to have radio contact with each other. Anyway, our instructor was a nice guy called Siva. He was also rather cheeky haha. At 5000 feet above the ground, he suddenly turned to me and asked me to take the wheel. I was taken aback, but did it anyway. The plane's controls are very smooth, throttle controls speed, the wheel controls the flight, vertical, horizontal included. Then I proceeded to almost barrel roll the plane before Sufyan and Kieng Wee shouted at me.

But later Mr Siva asked Kieng Wee, "Where do you want to go?". And he said "Down." The plane suddenly plunged straight down, giving all of us a huge shock. You know the feeling you get when you are in a rollercoaster and it suddenly dips down? Well, this was the authentic experience of free falling. Then he immediately forced the plane to climb up drastically. I felt like a hand was squeezing my head. He continued this with different variations, sometimes barrel rolling down or spinning up. The whole thing was really fun, could see the whole of Singapore and important landmarks like the Causeway, which IMO isn't even a landmark.

Highlight of the third day would have to be the Falcon 4.0 program LAN. Yup thats right, it was some fighter plane simulation game with a joystick, and we were LANNING. I'm pretty good at the game, was a lone wolf vs all the people who had teams, which IMO made it easier.

Because 1. See people just shoot lah. No need think if he is your teammate. 2. Feel more shuang.

And I was leading the points race up to 70! I was in Team USA soloing, had 34 points, and second was Jerry's team with Wen Zheng and Dhivian, scoring 25 points. Sufyan and Kieng Wee+ Christopher Matthews were lingering at about 10+ points I think. As the game went on, I reached 51 points while Jerry's team were 40 points. Then I got Disconnected. My points went to 0. NOOOOOO.

But seriously, I think Jerry was the best player.

Basically, you may ask, why are they giving us the opportunity to go to Skeletar's WestCamp? (Yes wtf that is where SYFC is). They hope that we will become pilots for Singapore. The pros?
The cons? I'l briefly discuss it.

Pros
1. You just have to pay $70 to get a license for private flying. Usually a license costs like 10k.
2. When you get the license you get $500. Cash. Sweet.
3. As long as you are a pilot, there WILL be at least 1 scholarship for universities, be it local or overseas.
4. You can tell people "Hey i'm a pilot!"
5. Instead of going for Army, you join the flying division of the Singapore Army. Cant remember the name.

Cons
1. You have to spend 10 years working for the Air Force.
2. Flying takes up A LOT of time. Especially in JC.

So yeah. Anybody interested?

FPS competition was this morning. Which made me wake up early again. Lucky my dad was fetching me there, or i would have to wake up even earlier.

So basically, last friday to sunday i slept really little, because it was npcc camp. Monday saw me waking up slightly early to go to school. Went back home at night after FPS training. Tuesday was a break. Wednesday to Friday was me waking up early for the course again. Saturday, wake up early to go RGS.

So yeah, the Competition was held at RGS. There were a lot of schools competing. When I first reached there i was like the only RI guy there haha, in a crowd of RGS, Chung Cheng, HCI, ASCI etc. Soon Jon Ed and Ryan Tan (softballer) came. Then Zaki. Then Miss Kuo. And the rest of the RI guys.

We had to go to some hall for a real long time. They kept looping the clips of winners at FPS, and the music was extremely forgettable. Look at me, i dun even remember anything about it. Then surprisingly they told us to start greeting one another. So me and Nigel turned around to greet the girls behind us while Jon Ed and Zaki just stoned at looked at each other. Eh guys, why so anti-social?

The girls told us that their teacher told them about the competition one week before. Tough Luck. We just wished them good luck, and the competition soon began. The competition rules were awesome. We could bring one calculator, dunno wth for, pencil cases and a dictionary- theasaures. And the invigilator was outside the room. So when we were bored, we could run around the classoom, or lie on tables. It was fun.

Basically, the first half was kinda easy. Then we hit a stumbling block in the form of solutions. However, with some effort we pushed through it, completing the booklet just in time. Well, we left 1 peoblem empty and 2 solutions empty, but it was already very commendable considering that this was our best run.

Me and Zaki went to a bus stop near RGS. Then there were a few guys, dunno what school who thought they were very funny. When there were no cars, they ran onto the bus lane and started making hithiking signs like a thumbs up and humping motions. Wtf man. Apparently they were trying to get some girls from their school to laugh. Then they say what want to walk to Orchard. But they got into the next bus that came. Empty vessels make the most noise.

The subsequent buses were all packed, so me and Zaki walked to Orchard MRT. Then took a copy of Weekend Today, and went home.

When I went home I just collapsed. Too tired already. Slept for 2 hours plus. When I woke up, my 4 ulcers reminded me how much pain i was in. Seriously, My lips are dam swollen. Like I said to Nigel, when i was eating dinner last night, as the food went in saliva slobbered out. It was that painful eating.

See you guys soon.

Homework,
Whats your problem?
Leave me hanging on a line...
Everytime you change your mind...
First you say don't have,
then you say actually have,
You keep me mugging on,
make me angsting along.
We're angsting still,
Homework...
Its got me on my knees,
homework,
Is killing me...

It popped into my head just today.

I've went for 2 days of the SYFC(Singapore Youth Flying Club) course. Some parts make you sleepy, some parts result in an adrenaline rush. Why adrenaline rush? Well, you would have one too if you were sitting in a plane built for 4, hovering 5000 feet above the ground at full throttle. Oh, and you are turned upside down, 180 degrees. No, i'm not kidding.

I need to mug now, and will give more details soon. Bye.

Hey man, a flaw! After reading more about the personality test, i realized that i should be a Dreamer-Artist hybrid. Technically i just realized that i should be a dreamer instead, cuz i answered one of the questions wrongly, i tend to rely more on my intuition instead of senses (but isn't intuition kinda like a sense?). Ahh well, both are really similar, except that the dreamer does quite some poetry and prose, which sounds like me. So yeah, i should actually be a dreamer rather than an artist, but both are so similar that it doesn't really matter lol. Checkit.

The dreamer

INFPs are natural artists. They will find great satisfaction if they encourage and develop their artistic abilities. That doesn't mean that an INFP has to be a famous writer or painter in order to be content. Simply the act of "creating" will be a fulfilling source of renewal and refreshment to the INFP. An INFP should allow himself or herself some artistic outlet, because it will add enrichment and positive energy to their life."

creative, smart, idealist, loner, attracted to sad things, disorganized, avoidant, can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings

Like i mentioned, they are REALLY similar. The only difference is intuition and senses. While i'm not one to brag, i feel that although both of those categories are rather highly-developed, like i can notice certain details, my intuition takes over whenever i have a really strong feeling for something. So, its a reeaally close match. But I'm a dreamer then.

A personality test that is actually deep!

Was in school for the entire day.

Morning was Chem Remedial: The new teacher Jason Tan is SKILLED man. He teaches us many details and tips and is friendly and approachable. Also he is very skilled, he obtained a Masters! Our relief Chem Teachers are good as well, but this guy is skilled. If he is able to answer Jeson's questions rather than saying "I'm not sure but i'l check it out", then he has truly surpassed our previous chem teachers. Did i mention that he is damn skilled?

And OMG, i didn't check getdota.com for really long, new hero appear i also dunno. From what Jon Ed told and showed me, the new hero is really good for ganking.

Afternoon was RE. It was really like a mental marathon, having to consistently churn out ideas. We fooled around abit though, like 10 minutes worth. But Jon Ed was constantly doing Scout Admin stuff instead. Wa lau man, dun mix RE with your other stuff leh. Me, Nigel and Zaki then manned the entire thing.

Man->Manly>Manned

Also, Jon Ed went home early because he did not want to ask his mom to come later omgomgomgomg. Slack man.

I need to do chemistry and experiment with the new hero.

Also, the test that Nigel recommended me from Jon Ed's blog is pretty good. Here are my results, they really are accurate! The following are just taken from different paras that i can relate to.

ISFP - The "Artist"

ISFPs are artistic, creative, loyal and sensitive. They have a keen appreciation for beauty because of their highly developed senses. They are easy to get along with and live in the "here and now". ISFPs are adaptable, caring, independent and like to contribute to the well-being of others. They are typically hard to get to know.

More in touch with the reality of their senses than their INFP counterparts, ISFPs live in the here and now. Their impulses yearn to be free, and are often loosed when others least expect it. The ISFP who continually represses these impulses feels 'dead inside' and may eventually cut and run.

ISFPs may be quite charming and ingratiating on first acquaintance, flowing with compliments which may (or may not) be deserved. On other occasions, the same individual may be aloof and detached. Some ISFP males are fiercely competitive, especially in sport or table games, and may have great difficulty losing. This competitive nature, also seen in other SP types, sometimes fosters 'lucky,' 'gut' feelings and a willingness to take risks.

ISFJs are driven by the conventional, by 'should's and 'ought's; ISFPs internalize their Feeling (by nature a judging function) which bursts out spontaneously and leaves as quickly and mysteriously as it came.

ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities. They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell. They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses.

Because they pay attention to the humanistic aspects of the organization, they act in ways that ensure others' well-being. People enjoy ISFPs because they bring understanding yet adaptability to the realities of their work.

Thats all folks!

I apologise if my last post seemed a little harsh and fierce, and i'm not really lashing out at anybody here, i just do not like anyone looking down on me. You can still tease me or whatever though.

Well, now that i have a little more time, i'l explain more about the stuff that happened in the recent days.

Well, there was mufti day. Yeah, i originally wanted to wear uniform, but changed my mind when i remembered that home clothes included non-long pants. Yeah, i'm weird.

Then i missed class lan for survivor camp wtf. And they played for damn long, according to nicholas, spent $9...

Well, survivor camp was slack. The maximum we did was like 30 push-ups at one go? And over the camp we definitely did less than 100.

But the hiking was rather interesting, we were allowed to pick durians and coconuts to bring back to the ATC campsite to eat. Yeah, we never did this before in npcc, dun suan us, scouts...

Our jetty-jump and high ropes activity was cancelled due to rainy days and jellyfish season. I was slightly disappointed when high ropes got cancelled (what better way to feel adrenaline than to tread on ropes high in the sky?). But i was glad when jetty-jump was cancelled, changing to wet activity attire and back is troublesome. Yeah, i'm lazy.

Will blog more soon. And i need to start on my homework...APCG week is horrible.

Survival Camp- Conclusion

Well, the Survivor Camp at Pulau Ubin has ended. The 3 day 2 nights were not really gruelling, just a test of one's sense of urgency. RI clinched both the Sec 2 and Sec 3 best individual camper awards. I tried my best to apply my skills gained throughout the camp, like encouraging the heart, trying to inspire others by remaining confident stuff like that. Well, in a way it failed, in a way it did not.

I will just take a moment now to say that this is not an emo post. I have taken some time to view my situation in a clarified and detatched manner. In fact, I would like to mention that although you console me or whatever, and it is a very nice thought of you, it does not make you higher up compared to me. You are not my superior, and i accept your offers or consoling words of help as an equal and not as a weaker being accepting aid from a superior.

I am not weak. Although i have previously thought so, as long as we keep on struggling, fighting, living, none of us are weak. And there is no reason to treat one person as though they are weaker just because someone decides to open up himself and share his problems. Your help is appreciated but it is not something that i REQUIRE. So, let me emphasize again, You ARE NOT doing me a service by pretending that you are my superior. Your are not.

Friday to Sunday: NPCC'S Area 4 Survivor Camp.

Monday: Project Meeting+Chem Remedial

Wednesday to Friday: Singapore Youth Flying Club Course.

I have 3 days to do homework meant for 10 days. :):):):):):)

In the light

of The New Batman Movie, here's a parody of the first movie.

Well, i have no idea how to get rid of the scrollbars on the right to make everything stand out rather than having to scroll down to see stuff.

Also, the placing of the dates for my posts are kinda screwed, it makes 2 posts look like 1 post. Oh well.

APCG week is real busy for me. Well, i have NPCC survivor camp from friday to sunday. Monday is chem remedial. Then Wednesday to Friday, for the entire day i have courses at the Youth Flying Club, taking part in flight simulators and learning about planes and such. Whee.

I'm also trying to squeeze in time to continue writing Destiny Of Tears. Also, i'm trying to take things with a pinch of salt, i believe that that is the correct phrase. Smile to carry on.

Well, although some may think that masks are bad, i intend to keep mine. You can't always show your true emotions. I don't think this makes me a hypocritical person, just more of a Light Yagami person. But i'm not plotting to kill people lol.

No, i did not forget about this.

Analysis: Haozhi. In Class 3B, a die-hard fan of RJ canteen. Frequently says LC/RC for reasons that are unknown. Well, at least to me.

The good: Overall nice guy. A natural athlete, or at least what i see so far, basketball, soccer, sprinting, 2.4km whatever... Only squishes people's balls when they offend him.

The bad: HE IS TOO PRO. Passive Suanning aura lol. His poetry is better than me! Err, if i include that then i have to include it in everyone's analysis since my poetry sucks...Nah, this section is irrelevant :).

Interesting facts: Responds rather violently to wings, flying or anything that has to do with them. Completely cant survive with his handphone (was mentioned by him recently). Knows a SHIT load of people. Just check out his blog.

Blog: -thevoicewithin-.blogspot.com

IMO having a -. combi is unique. Wth am i even talking about?

Sorry about the bleak mood of my last post guys. I guess i was just feeling too down. Like JF said, Life puts any lousy past back behind us as the seconds fly by. The pain that you feel will dissolve, just as long as you are willing to let it go. I'm trying to do that. But we are still human beings. Some of us cling on to the painful memories. Yeah, competition regulations and whatever suck, effort doesn't necessarily result in good results. But the only thing we can do is to continue on with life.

I changed my blogskin again. Well, 3 reasons.
1. I didn't really like the Death Note one, i changed from MCR to Death Note in a hurry just so people could see my font.
2. Naruto is different, Naruto is all about friendship and bonds, which i will try and focus on from now on. Rather than being selfish and such.
3. Its cool.

Thanks for the support guys. And to everyone, life must go on.

Im sorry if any of my previous comments have caused any hurt or pain, or deep wounds that only a mask can cover. I am saying this as a precaution, hopefully no one got hurt by my posts, and that you take it light-heartedly.

Well, now that that's over, its time to blog. I shall do it in a systematic way, as AC says that my hamartia in essays is that i do not have a clear organisational pattern.

Thursday


Well, i just feel that George Tan didn't do the right thing, counting to 10 before walking out of the classroom, making everyone run after him to pass up their exam papers.

Seriously, after you screw a test, life sucks, you dun want to tell people how you fared, or compare answers, you just want to slump in your seat and watch time fly by. A kind of frustration, or sadness, or remnants of sadness lodges in your chest and throat, when you speak, it takes a lot of effort.

Making people who are emo run after you isn't the right thing to do. Chee Keen would never had done that. Sorry, but thumbs down for that George.

Friday

1. Played handball. I couldn't really catch the ball, due to poor hand-eye coordination. Was probably too tired. Oh, and i managed to save my specs thanks to the fact that i passed it to Xin Yong before playing.

2. Physics remedial. Or make-up lesson if you will.

Well, I had a hard time convincing the people that it was now compulsory. Overall quite rewarding.

3. Hancock


It sucked. Only Will Smith and a few laughs managed to drag the film from my "Really crappy" list of films.

4. Macbeth play

Not bad. Witches were awesome, Macbeth was slightly above average, Lady Macbeth not bad as well, Macduff was rather crappy, or at least i think. Quite alot of hidden messages, fun to decipher them.

Saturday: Spent the whole day basically being groggy, not doing much work. Ok, i lied, no work was done.

1. Tuition
Not much

2. Grandma's house
Two and a half-men at 7.00p.m. saturday is usually the biggest highlight of the day.
Well, thats all for the organised stuff.

I heard that the Sec 3 team that NPCC sent in to Nanyang Girls won first. Well, this is when the difficult part comes. I had wanted to join the team, but due to too many people, I ended up not being inside. I didn't really want to insist on it, as i thought it would just be another competition.

Well, let me share something. I have rarely won before. The only time i was first was because of PSLE, and even until today it haunts me as a fluke. I managed to supress it rather permanently, but it just keeps bursting out at times.

Well, the previous 2 competitions that i took part in, we had such crappy placings that RINPCC was adamant in not even recognising the fact that we had participated in it. The worst was campcraft. We spent 3 months training 4 times a week for it. In the end, a different part of the team screwed up, but who cares? We are still the same team. We got such lousy places that the CCA did not even announce it or give us ANY recognition.

Well, they only announce competitions that we get top 5 i think. Anyway, while a part of me is glad that we won 1st in the competition, the other half of me is filled to the brim with jealousy. Had i been there i would have experienced the joy of being first, more importantly, the feeling of recognition.

Or maybe the feeling is deeper because of what AC told us. He said that the list of CCALs and ACCALs are already out among the teachers. NPCC interviews haven't even started. That means the interviews are just something to make people think that they actually have a chance to have a last minute change of importance in NPCC.

I know i sound terrible, a guy ranting that the world sucks, a jealous selfish fool. But thats the way it is. For the most part, the world doesn't do anyone any favours.

I know I'm pathetic. But i'm just a human being. I'm not perfect. And i never will be. Like I mentioned before, im weak. I think the only thing that i can do, or must to is to purge my emotions. Its the only way i can carry on. Carry on with life. Life is painful.

Well, at a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood, I'l post this gifs that i've been working on. I'l see you guys soon.

"Wings symbolize freedom for those who have none."- Cissnei from Final Fantasy 7 Crisis Core.

Well, thats a nice quote. No offense to Haozhi, but wings are nice to use in poems. Anyway you are too sensitive to the word, or its connotations...

I just realized that i can force myself to become emo, and vice versa. Its quite a useful technique, allowing me to conceal my emotions rather well.

You smile at me.
I looked back at you.
And forced out a smile.

Nah, thats not a poem.

I think i messed up this maths test pretty bad. Well, after i finished the test i simply remained emotionless. I am still now. Well, having control over your emotions is a good thing i guess.

I was forced to confront an ugly reality yesterday. When asked about my G.P.A. in order to determine some stuff for FPS, as we would potentially be missing the EOYS if we went to America.

It just reminded me of my current dilemma. The pulling up of my results in supposed to be my top priority. But yet, i still go for CCA, sign up for DMP etc. I'm just so confused.

I need some time to sort out things in my mind.

Well, i was talking to Nicholas about retirement life. He wanted to live at a farmside, owning a ranch or something in New Zealand. Well, its pretty unique compared to the standard Singaporean dream of 1. Get a degree 2. A good job 3. Cash.

As for me, i somehow am unsure of how to enjoy life. What i do know though, is that i want to take a nice long break. Maybe meditate near a waterfall, or write a book while having a picnic.

Which brings me to my next point. I was just thinking about the life one can choose if he or she frees himself/ herself of all obligations. Well, i was thinking about what I would do.

Probably, in the morning i would go for a jog to refresh myself, followed by a nice walk along the beach, taking in the fresh air. I would return home to maybe a bit of computer gaming, followed by writing a book, or reading one of my purchased books on how to speak Japanese. Maybe I would go out in the afternoon, or just relax at home, maybe making my amvs.

In the evening, i would go for CCA, have fun with my friends. At night, we would either go home, or hang around, not too late though. At night, I would watch chinese drama serials, listen to some mp3, and chat with friends online.

I think i sound like one of the people at match.com describing their perfect dates lol.

Freedom. Do I really want that?

Anyway, NEA responded to our social advocacy letter, which was to propose a charge for the use of plastic bags. At least they responded, unlike SEC. I sent SEC a letter and an email and its been 3 weeks or something...

Anyway, NEA didn't really answer our question or directly comment on our proposal. We are meeting Mr Adrian Chan tomorrow to discuss on the next step to take.

Don't you dare talk to me,
I'm undeserving of your sympathy.
I deserve better.

Don't you smile at me.
You know it yourself,
the horror that i'm in.

Don't you act like nothing is wrong.
Your sins.
The awful things that you did.

I will not be friendly with you,
I will not hide my distaste for you.
The only thing i will do,
Is to show you unapology unmasked.

Chapter 6

Laran felt the adrenaline gather from within him, as his body tensed up. There’s only one chance, he told himself. Only one chance to take him down.

The skeletons remaining edged towards him. He didn’t have much time left to execute his attack.

The necromancer was too caught up in offense. It was the perfect time to counterattack, to take him down in one swift strike. But how? Laran wondered desperately, clinging on desperately onto his sword, which was stuck firmly into the ground. That's it! He cried out silently.

Meanwhile, the necromancer slashed relentlessly. “If you beg like a stray, I may just decide to let you live!” he laughed insanely, “No one injures me and gets away with it!”

Laran could feel his energies slipping away with every claw that cut into him. His vision blurred, then cleared, then blurred again. No more time...he thought.

“Tempest…” Laran muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?” The necromancer edged slightly closer to Laran.

“SLASH!!!” Laran suddenly bellowed. He forcefully drew out all the arcane energy he could muster. He could feel the arcane energy being forcefully drained from him. The sword sucked everything in, like a ravenous black hole eager to consume.
In one swift motion, he grabbed and swung the sword out of the ground, releasing the arcane energy. Releasing was the wrong word. He just let it explode out towards the necromancer.

The attack shot out towards the necromancer with incredible speed, stirring up the air to form a strong current of wind. The pure force of the attack was evident, Laran was blown backwards by his own force, falling back first onto the ground.

The necromancer’s eyes widened as he saw the tsunami that was arcane energy howling as it lunged at him. “Shadolt!” he cried out. It just dissipated as it met Laran’s attack.

“Damn you! Shadolt! Shadolt!” the necromancer cried out, his voice wavering in fear. He was desperate. He watched as his spells crashed harmlessly into Laran’s attack, and the slash of energy loomed ever closer.

The slash of energy smashed headlong to the necromancer. The surprised necromancer didn’t have time to put up his secondary barrier of arcane energy. The strike ripped past his backup force field and slashed diagonally across his chest. He was lifted off the ground, eyes wide open, stunned. Then, he collapsed heavily onto the dirt floor, knocked out straight. Blood dripped from his wound, pouring onto the grass and dirt.

Laran felt extremely fatigued as well. He shut off his Terran eyes, and tried to stay awake. Sleep was coming to him, slowly but surely. He tried to lift up his body, to continue moving. My sword…he thought, reaching out to his sword which lay just a metre from him. Then, he shut his eyes, embracing that familiar black.

……………………………………………………………………………………………….

“Is his quest going smoothly?” a voice asked.

“Of course it is. Everything is going swimmingly. The fool doesn’t suspect a thing.” A familiar voice spoke.

Laran opened his eyes. He was in a place completely filled with darkness, and two distant figures were talking. He began making his way towards them.

“Excellent. It will all be complete in no time…the new era of darkness.” The first being sounded out grandly.

“We need to seek some help from a human.”

“I know who to ask. He too is interesting in the bringing of a new Age.”

“What do we have here?” the first being turned to look at Laran. “Our Chosen. The harbinger of darkness eh?” It laughed. There was a kind of hollowness in the way it laughed, the complete lack of humanity, of feelings, of…a soul.

“I’l see you soon.” The figure pointed a finger at Laran, and his eyes suddenly activated. The Terran eyes felt like they were on fire, making him yelp uncontrollably. Laran squeezed his head in pain, desperate to stop the jarring pain. The heat was becoming unbearable, he forcefully shut his eyes and he could have sworn he heard sizzling and burning on his eyes. He forced himself to calm down, focusing on his heartbeat which was wild and erratic. Then, it cooled down, and Laran opened his eyes.

He was blind in the darkness. The silence was absolute. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see that he was in a misty room. It was cool and humid, but he seemed to have slightly more difficulty breathing. Suddenly, a door opened, flooding the room with bright, glaring light. Laran had to shield his eyes from the sudden burst, before the lights in the room came on.

“Welcome to my humble home. Your training shall begin soon…Chosen.” The figure that opened the door extended his arms towards Laran. That was all he saw before he drifted off to sleep yet again.

“Argh! Damn you!”, the same voice woke Laran up with a jolt. He groggily opened his eyes, to see a palm flying straight at his face.

“Ouch!” Laran cried out, as the palm connected with his right cheek. He cupped his cheek, and looked straight at the person who slapped him. He was a middle-aged man, with long golden blonde hair that sparkled when the sunlight reached it and glowed when it didn’t. He had small, focused eyes, with a rather flat nose and he was scowling.

“That’l teach you to drool on my pillow!” The man proclaimed loudly, his hands on his hips.

Laran looked down at the pillow, to see a rather generous portion of it soaked in his saliva. Oops. He did it again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” the man shouted yet again, this time slapping Laran across his left cheek.

“Ouch…” Laran groaned, this time cupping both his cheeks. The man sure was violent.

“I heard from Glen that a young warrior would be coming to learn under me. Judging by the way you slobbered all over my pillow, that flood on the bed is more than enough evidence.”

“My name…is Xenious. I am the master of spirits!” As he spoke, a wind suddenly gusted upwards behind him. Pieces of undead charms flew up behind him, twirling gracefully in the gust of wind. His long flowing robe waved in the gentle wind, with elegance and majesty of a lion-ballerina hybrid combination. Then his blonde hair blew all over his face, obstructing his view of Laran, and Laran’s view of him.

“Damn! This always happens!” he exclaimed unhappily, stamping his foot like a child. Meanwhile, a woman stepped out from behind him, surprising Laran.

She was slightly shorter than Xenious, with a wafer-thin body. She had small curves throughout her body, and she held her head up delicately, as if balancing her weight was a truly challenging chore. She seemed to be a rather petite and gentle woman.

“How many times have I told you to use something to hold your hair in place? That’s the last time I’m helping you out with this!” she stormed out of the room.

“But I wanna look like an anime character! And who else is going to help me with the fanning and the throwing of charms? Honeeeeey…” he chased after her like a desperate schoolboy after a girl who was paying him no attention.

Laran rolled his eyes. Weird people. Then, he noticed a note on the table. There was an upgrade core next to it. Laran held up the letter. It read,

“You lucky son of a gun. You are lucky you even survived. If I was fighting you using my REAL power, you would’ve been toast. I’l take you on for a rematch anytime! You ain’t gonna luck out forever. You defeated me, so I have no choice but to see you as ALMOST an equal. The upgrade core I promised you is on the table. Anyway, here’s my number, XXXXXXXX. I also took one of your arcane energy stones from your bag and left you one of mine. When the time comes, you can establish a connection between the two stones, and I’l teleport to your location through the arcane connection. Train hard! If not you will never be able to match up to my REAL power.

P.s. Have you met up with other Chosens yet? We need to find out where our brothers and sisters are to fufill our destiny.

Signed,
Raccious”

“So that’s his name…Raccious eh?” Laran thought.

Then a sudden realization struck him. “Brothers and Sisters? That means…he is too a Chosen…”

*BeepBeep*, Laran’s cellphone rang. Picking it up, he saw that it was from Xenious.

“Meet me under the waterfall to start your training. Bring that spirit in the upgrade core.”

Laran stretched himself, shaking away the last of his morning grogginess. No time to waste.

I asked the guy nicely.

"Can you just open the door so that i can take a form for DMP? Its for a course."

Standing outside the room and locking the door, he looked at me. "No. Get out of here. You aren't supposed to be here."

He had the key in his hands. He just didn't want to spare 3 ******* minutes to help me. What a selfish prick.

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"Inline skating and financial literacy are all filled up." Nick said.

Me, "Omg, half a day all the slots taken up."
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"Are you quite sure thats how you perform CPR?" the examiner asked me.

Me, "Omg, im screwed."