LucasChen

Cameron

2008-08-14T20:46:00.000-07:00

I was browsing through all my old photos and I came across this one haha . My dad knew this guy who worked for Bank Negara lah . And the staff there has acess to this bungalow overlooking this valley thing at Cameron . Only the staff can use it . The bungalow I mean . And oh thank god my dad knew this guy . We went with Shaun they all , that guy and a few of his friends . And seriously man , it was sooo beautiful . We stayed at that spot for like 3 to 4 days I think ? Mahjong , guitar , packeted milo , maggi cup , tv , and nothing else but talking to each other and loving the air . It was soo beautiful seriously :) . I miss that place . So nostalgic , note the nostalgic feel of the picture lol . I fell down after that haha .

My god I miss my long hair :D .

Poking .

2008-03-07T05:21:00.000-08:00

Everyone on Facebook is Poking each other .

Poke , Poke , Poke , Poke , Poke .

I love Joshua Lian =)

And Russell Woo of course =D .

Lucas .

2008-02-24T06:20:00.001-08:00

New blog . Everyone go take a look at it . Pft .

www.13haima.blogspot.com

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Life .

2008-02-24T04:56:00.000-08:00

Have you ever heard it? The eerie ring of a magnificent golden bell high in the clouds. The sound accompanied by a siren's cry, the sound accompanied by the whistle of winds. Don't you hear it? It rings all the time. Angels who live in the sky ring the huge golden bell, and its surreal echoes travel along the clouds and into the mortal world. They ring it with purpose and reason, with hope. That one day, a fire will rekindle in the hearts of mortals as before. That one day, mortals will no longer be afraid to live. I hear it all the time. Because I'm not afraid to live. Are you? Even if you deny it, and you don't hear the golden bell's eerie tunes, then you are afraid. But its okay to be afraid, for you are afraid merely subconciously and conciously, you would want not to be afraid any more. The bell will help. I will help. Has mortals forgot how to appreciate the things in life that don't matter? There are some who reside in this world, at this very moment, who appreciate living. Because? Because thier half dead. How much will it take to get someone to appreciate life? The simplest things? How much will it take to get someone to appreciate taking a walk down the street? Feeling the things you touch. Seeing the things you feel. Hearing the sounds you love. There are some in this world, who appreciate everything. And they are the real humans. For being able to appreciate everything, is a humane feature. Then what have we become?What have I become?More than human? Or less? Or not human at all? Consequence comes with reason, as with appreciation and fear. The life that we don't appreciate and fear, will be our undoing. Our unwinding, degrowth, devolution unweaving of time's thread, our degeneration. Then what are we waiting for? Such was the question that I have came to ask myself , after the thinking. The opening of window. Windows to my soul. So I didn't wait anymore. Will you wait longer? Time and tide waits for no one. Tis' like a long distance runner, never waiting for those who fall behind, but never catching up to those who pass it. I have chosen not to be afraid to live. I have heard the music of the heavens, the angel's bell. But have you?Perhaps in this lifetime, you'll never get to hear it at all. Maybe you'll never ever get to hear it in your entire existance. But with effort, succession is nearly certain. But not the kind of effort that you might precieve. To break the glamour, the black blanket that envolopes the eye, to destroy the fear. One has to believe.Believe in living. Those who don't, are doomed to live on the hellish world of today. Where conflict is a constant din in your mind, grief is a mosquito by your ear, and life is the GrimReaper in your face. I believe in living. When will you believe? I'm waiting for you. But time never does. It seems to speed up as you age. Why? Because it is running out. Atropos awaits to cut your thread. When will you start? How long will you wait? When will you believe?There. I heard it again. The bell ringing. And with it, every sound on earth, every happy sound, reaches my ears. The sound of children lauging, of the wind whistling, water gently lapping down with a silveryness with that of the metal, the sound of birds chirping, squirrels squeaking, the sound of the angel's laughing. The music of heaven. The symphony of life. I'm not afraid to live anymore?Are you?

2008-01-14T03:19:00.000-08:00

Chapter 1 – Freak

Shaun ran with renewed energy towards the school assembly hall as he heard the bell ringing. He was late. But he could still make it if he ran with his life. And running with he life was what he apparently, was good at. 5 days in this hectic city school filled with bullies taught him that. Every Monday the school would have its assembly where all the students gathered in the assembly hall and the principal made the weeks speech. Usually it was boring stuff. He adjusted his sling bag that slung over his shoulder and pulled his brown hoodie on, his white Nike’s padding on the tiled floors as silently but as quickly as he could.

No one really liked Shaun in this new school. They felt that there was something somewhat different around him. And different was feared, feared was hated. He hailed from the western countryside, a quiet mountain in which he learned what made him what he is today. He went to kindy on this part of the world. For 6 years he studied language, mathematics and sciences, but that time period would soon have to come to an end. His school was one of the little few where he could transfer directly from kindy when he was 12 to secondary schooling for 4 years until he was 16 then he would graduate. But after 3 years of secondary schooling, there was a fire and his school burned to ashes. He had to move to a new school, his parents beckoned him to come here. To the city and enter Shady High. Bullies, smokers and drug addicts were everywhere; he preferred his quiet life of solitude back in his old school. He regretted what he had done. It was bad. He was 15 now. 1 more year and he’d graduate. He’d just have to live through this 1 year and then he was free like a bird to return to his hilltop home with his parents. But also, return to his regret.

He rubbed his nose. The hall was near; he could smell the sweat and the morning breath of the hundreds of people inside. He pulled open the giant entrance doors and shuffled in with the other latecomers. After giving a rather crappy excuse to the Mrs.Southwood the gym teacher, he sat at a lonely corner of the hall and listened to the hypnotizing droning of the principle, Professor Dosu.

He looked around. Back at home; school didn’t have rules like this. You didn’t have to conceal your Guardian. It was completely and utterly stupid. Everyone had their Guardian either on their shoulder or around their neck, on their head or in their lap. It was unrealistic. It would be a torture if you asked anyone out of town. Everyone thinks that he doesn’t have a Guardian because he didn’t have one limply hanging from his head or on his shoulder; they think he doesn’t have a Guardian because they can’t see, hear, smell, touch or taste it. He can make his Guardian ethereal. His old school teachers were so amazed that he could do that, it was a really high level Guardian concealment technique and a lot of adults still can’t master it. The easiest Guardian concealment technique is of course the downsizing. Shaun couldn’t get why others couldn’t do it. He could make his Guardian ethereal easy. It was so simple.

His ears pricked up suddenly when he heard Professor Dosu say ‘We have a new student today, his name is Lucas,’

A boy in a jet-black jumper and baggy jeans stepped gingerly on the stage and stood beside Professor Dosu and his podium. Professor Dosu began introducing him to everyone in the hall. There was something about him that made Shaun immediately dislike him. He knows what it feels like to move into a new school but despite that, something about him made Shaun dislike him immensely. Hate was the word, not dislike. He shook the thought away and concentrated on what was Professor Dosu saying.

‘He comes from the eastern countryside, remote and a private sanctuary. He is sixteen and will be doing his last year here, he has no Guardian,’ Professor Dosu paused and let everything set in.

There were gasps all around the hall, then hundreds of whispers flooded into everyone’s ears.

‘Geez, another freak,’ said a girl a few feet away from Shaun. He felt like saying something aloud too but he was afraid it would backfire and everyone would call him a freak also, so he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t know why everyone hated him, but he could understand why people hated other people without Guardians. It was sort of like racism, only it was more prominent in the world. People with Guardians and people without Guardians rarely got along. That made Shaun hate him all the more. What was his name again? Lucas. Shaun snorted. Stupid name.

Professor Dosu continued after the momentary pause. ‘He is also the last descendant of the Reaper Heritage,’ He paused again.

More gasps. This time, the gasps came from most of the teachers and nerdy people in glasses. The rest of them just look around with a ‘so-what’ on their faces. Shaun shook his head; he needed to ask his Lore teacher about it later. He didn’t have a Heritage, his mountain life denied him the curse of ever having one, but he didn’t want to have one anyway, it’s just troublesome with family feuds and backstabbing. But evidently according to the teacher’s reactions, the Reaper Heritage was well known. There was one thing in common between Shaun and Lucas though; they were both from the countryside. Shaun didn’t like having common things with a freak. It’ll make him look more like a freak himself.

Professor Dosu droned on a little longer as Lucas left the stage and that was that. Everyone packed up and left for their classes. Shaun had Lore for the first two periods. He hoped to the gods that Lucas wouldn’t be in his class, but sure enough, luck had a thing against Shaun. Lucas appeared with his long sleeves and mysterious ego carrying a black bag. He sat at the very back of the class in a lonely corner on the left. Shaun was sitting directly opposite, directly at the back of the class in a lonely corner on the right.

‘Ugh, dammit,’ Shaun thought.

Another thing-in-common to add to the thing-in-common-with-freak list.
His Lore teacher, Mr.Balewind came striding in.

‘Great,’ Shaun thought, ‘Now I can’t ask him what is this Reaper Heritage thing,’

‘Good morning students,’ He chimed merrily while setting his books down on the table. His Guardian, downsized of course was perching itself on his right shoulder. Shaun has been trying to guess what it is for days now and what he got was a crab with two extra claws, tons of extra legs and human-like eyes. Mr.Balewind was more young and friendly compared to most of the other teachers, which made Shaun like him a lot. Shaun could sense he particularly interested in him but he couldn’t tell why. Was it because he was different? He waved the question away and concentrated on the class.

‘Ah!’ the young man exclaimed. ‘Looks like I’m lucky to have the schools newest student sitting in my class!’ Mr.Balewind beamed. ‘Please Lucas, introduce yourself,’

There were a few demoralizing sighs and girls rolling their eyes as Lucas stood up shakily. He pulled down his hood but it didn’t help much, his black hair covered almost the whole of his eyes and it flapped down towards the sides and covers his ears.

‘Em… I’m Lucas, and em… I like mudcrafting?’ he stuttered.

The class laughed hysterically. ‘Mudcrafting’s for kindies freak!’ A girl shouted aloud.

Mr.Balewind slammed on the table and it silenced everyone for a while. He continued in his merry voice, but after a few days you could tell when it was going to get dangerous. He may be happy and cheery all the time but he had a venomous anger. ‘Sarah that’s enough,’

Sarah stifled a giggle and nodded, trying to hide her smile. Lucas sat down awkwardly. Shaun almost laughed too. Mudcrafting is for kindies. How could this guy like them? He was supposed to be through with that dumb exam years ago.

‘Now as we all know,’ Mr.Balewind said, ‘Mudcrafting is an exam in kindy to test one’s energy levels and to focus magic on one point to create a mud statue, we’re all done with that years ago haven’t we?’ he smiled.

Everyone giggled and nodded.

‘Now, lets start with class. Sarah, you’ll have to answer my first question,’ He laughed. Sarah slapped her forehead. She spun around and looked at Lucas. ‘See? Its your fault freak,’

Lucas listened carefully to the Lore lesson. He looked around the class. The boy sitting directly opposite him was annoying him, the boy sitting on the backmost corner on the right. He looked 15. Even though he was this new he already started hating this kid. But the thing was, the kid had no Guardian. Like himself. He concentrated on Mr.Balewind up ahead. Lore.

Looking closely, he realized he already covered this chapter last year. He was beginning to ask why was he, a 16 year old is learning 15 year old stuff when he remembered that at the orientation before he started schooling here, his mum told him that the syllabus here was different. 13 and 14 year olds were placed in the same class and 15 and 16 year olds were placed in the same class as well, the Lore teachers alternated their topics to fit both the knowledge of 15 year olds and 16 year olds into one class.

He stared around class. Besides him having no Guardian, that kid on the opposite side didn’t have one; a small kid in front didn’t have one, two girls sitting together didn’t have one, another guy in front didn’t have one. So altogether, it seemed like 6 people in his class didn’t have a Guardian. Four guys and two girls didn’t seem to have a Guardian.

‘I’m learning this all over again,’ He thought as he stared at the black board. That Sarah girl was 15-ish sitting somewhere in the front and directly beside her is that small boy without a Guardian. His body is crumpled and focused on a single point on his table, which is a colorful storybook. He didn’t seem to be listening to the lesson at all. Lucas looked closely again, how could he be 15? He looked 11-ish. He pushed that thought away as the boy suddenly turned around and stared at him. He pretended to look at something else then crumpled on his desk to get a catnap. Ignoring the strangeness of the boy’s eyes. ‘How did he know I was looking at him anyway?’ He thought. This place seemed to be full of nervous tensions and rivalries, pressures and worries. He rather go back to his old school beside the tranquil lake that he resided in. He didn’t have parents, his teachers told him that they left a long time ago, he had no brothers and no sisters, no uncles or aunties, which was kind of strange to him, no Guardian as well. Which made it all the more worse. But his teachers were kind and invited him to join their Heritage and become part of their family, so he did and he learnt their ways. His teachers told him that his Guardian died in a freak boat accident. Even so, he wanted to stay with his teachers in his school until at least he finished his education and graduated, but the lake had to overflow and the school had to be damaged. It just pisses him off. Now his teachers send him to this city school with spoilt brats hanging around at every nook and cranny. The thought slowly drifted away as he fell asleep on his desk.

He awoke to a light tapping on his head. A soft voice said ‘Wake up freak, OA classes now, get changed,’

He stirred himself awake and saw Sarah walking away in the distance. She had a body-hugging sweater and a pair of shorts on. Yum.

‘OA classes!’ Shaun exclaimed, which got him a few stares so he decided to think his thoughts instead of saying them out loud. ‘OA classes!’ he thought. ‘Time to see what this freak Lucas is made of,’

‘Outdoor Activities eh,’ Lucas thought as he looked a the timetable. He pulled out a pair of three-quarters and a long-sleeved shirt from his bag and headed to the changing room. He also pocketed the Stylus. Just in case.

Shaun jogged around for a bit then stretched. OA classes were his favourite here at this retard school. Mrs.Southwood was in charge of their class, so it made it all the more challenging. After this class was lunch break then Recap classes before going home. Everyone hates recap. It was January and for the first three months of school it’ll be flowers springing up everywhere and playing outside. But this is not the countryside. Shaun would’ve done that in the countryside but this is the city. Cities are boring.

Shaun was wearing a short-sleeved green shirt and matching track shorts. Then, Lucas emerged and strode calmly onto the field. He bent down and tied the shoelaces on his Converses before standing up and resuming his calm walk. It annoyed Shaun to hell. Who the hell does this guy think he is? New here without a Guardian and he’s walking like he owns the place? OA classes will severely lower his confidence then.

Mrs.Southwood walked out on the field in the same red tracks she always wear during OA classes. ‘Okay boys and girls, today we’ve got a solid two hours for OA so I’m going to work you until you bleed in a dozen places,’

She snorted. ‘Soccer, girls go play the other field, guys play on this one, make your teams, 11 on each side. Remember, the soccer rules apply, but no fouls will be given for tackling players, no serious injuries and no death. Here’s the ball girls,’ She threw the ball like it was a bomb to the girls and it hit one of them in the face. ‘Here you go ladies,’ She said as she threw another one into a guys face but he managed to catch it with much luck. ‘Now play nice,’ she grinned.

Lucas blinked. She was talking so fast he missed every single thing. He blinked again and looked around. The girls were moving toward the other field. The guys were busy talking and sorting out the teams. The annoying 15 year old stood on the other side of the group of boys in front of him tying his shoelaces; he suddenly had the urge to punch his face. He shook the feeling away. Suddenly, everyone’s Guardian upsized again. The concealment techniques were dispelled as their Guardians grew in size and length into their original proportions. Lucas was kind of stunned. He hasn’t seen so much Guardians gathered at one place before. A floating snake-like thing, tadpoles with four legs, a lizard with two heads, there were so much of them. They were all dog sized and growling, snorting, hissing at each other. He looked around for that boy in the green shirt and shorts. He didn’t have a Guardian out.

Lucas looked for the strange boy, the one who stared at him in class. There was no sign of him. He looked at Mrs.Southwood who had her squirrel-like Guardian curled around her neck and at the girl’s soccer field, they too had their Guardians out and they were making teams.

But what was this about? He had seen soccer; they were played with feet with their Guardians concealed. He played it with the other students back at the old school before. They had fouls with yellow and red cards and injured players usually didn’t end in death, what was Mrs.Southwood talking about anyway?

‘Hey freak,’ someone sneered.

Lucas looked at him. It was the boy dressed in green. He let his hand out.

‘Name’s Shaun, pleased to meet you,’

Lucas stared at it for a moment, then decided otherwise. He ended up saying ‘I don’t shake filthy hands,’

Shaun cursed to himself and took his hand back. ‘Looks like you’re on the other team freak. I’ll watch out for you on the field,’

Shaun spat on the floor next to Lucas and walked off to join his team. Lucas walked off the other side to join his team as well, not really knowing what to do. How could he have not heard what Mrs.Southwood said? She was right in front of him!

Shaun was in the same soccer team he was in since his first OA class 5 days ago, he’s getting used to what he was supposed to do, it was the only time of the day when people didn’t stare at him strangely or call him a freak, he was good at this game. He already know most of his teammates and what they can do by now. But they don’t know him yet. They think he doesn’t have a Guardian, that he’s just good with his feet. But they don’t know. Maybe today he’ll show them all. Since that freak Lucas is here. But if he does, the consequences could be devastating. He could again lose control of himself and do something terrible. Shaun still wondered how come he hated that guy so much. He got up and followed his team to the end of the field.

Lucas shook his head. The team leader already went through the plan with him the third time and he still couldn’t get it.

‘Em, can you explain it again?’

‘Ugh, shut up freak, just shut up,’ the big guy said and stormed off with everyone else. Lucas had a few tricks up his sleeve if they were just playing soccer but he wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do and why were their Guardians all out and unconcealed. But when the game started. He understood.

This is no ordinary soccer.

Mrs.Southwood blew the whistle and the two people in the middle of the field battled for the ball.

With their fists.

Their Guardians were tearing each other up. Lucas was so absorbed at those two beating each other up that he didn’t realize Shaun sprinting all the way from his midfield spot. When he finally took notice, Shaun already jumped up and aimed his fist at Lucas’ head.

Uh-oh.

51days .

2007-10-11T05:56:00.000-07:00

Time is passing so so fast . And yet , It dosent feel that way . It feels , like you sorta been here since forever .

I'm having a bloggers block now haha . If thats even possible . I find , that I only put stuff in my blog when i'm not really in a good mood . Or when I'm sad , or angry . But .

I dont really blog anymore . Now that I realized .

I'm so . Happy . Come to think of it . Extremely happy . All the time . Cause mostly you're in my head . Always . And . I dont want . To know whether you can stay or not . Cause not living the moment now is the act of lamenting ones fate . And I dont wish . To tempt that fate . Into knowing you're going away .

Cause I realized I cant live without you .

Perfection .

2007-09-22T01:24:00.000-07:00

Ah . As of now . Everything is perfect . Except for the minor irritation in the form of final exams and the incarnation of pure evil . But other than that . I have nothing else to say about whats to not like about my life .

Partly because of her =D . Actually mostly . But I dont feel that I'm doing enough . But she thinks its more than enough . So I'll just stop there cause thats what she wants xD . I can do alot more actually . But she dosent want me to . Haha .

I want your scent . And your eyes . And your smile . Your lips and neck . Your breath in my ear . The glint in your pupils . The warmth of your touch . The sound of your breathing . The perfection of your existence .

I suck don't I =D .

Abstinence .

2007-09-21T06:35:00.000-07:00

Abstinence . The ability to hold on and never let go . Never give up . Immeasurable amounts of determination , endurance and perseverance . Courage to fight for what you believe in . Strength to fight for what you would protect . And Sacrifice to fight for what you would give your life for . To trust you when everyone else doubts you and make way for that doubting too . To never give in or up and hold fast to dreams and hopes . To fight for someone . No matter what stands in thier way . Justice . To protect . To persevere and endure . To never give up .

To Abstain .

But incidences and forthcomings never arise to allow me to show how much I would sacrifice for you or how much of myself I would give to saving your life .

I'm eating siphone cake now . With my ghastly milo I made for myself . I dont know how to spell the name of the cake but you get the idea . I have a few surprises for you . Numbers and all . But I dont think it'll fit you . Sleeveless stuff hahaha . But we'll see soon enough .

I love you more than anything in the world .

September 11th

2007-09-14T05:16:00.000-07:00

I know that this is a little late . But I just read something about September the 11th on my girlfriends blog and I decided that I should type something about it too . I googled it and this is what I got . This poem made me cry .

"Daddy's Day"
Her hair was up in a pony tail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats.

One by one the teacher called,
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

Written by : Cheryl Costello-Forshey

Dedicated to all the children who lost thier parents in the tragedy of September11th .

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2007-09-09T01:27:00.000-07:00

'Lucas , why are your eyes red ? ' My dad asked me . I just shrugged and said nothing .

It hurt . So bad . To hear you . Feeling like how you're feeling . Just like your uncanny ability to make people extremely happy with words alone , you can make people feel so useless , guilty , and helpless as well .

I felt so disgusted with myself . It is my fault isnt it ? Yes it is . Leaving you . But I couldnt possibly hide anything from you until the last moment . I really would have loved to . But then . I could imagine the look on your face when I told you the last day I would be leaving . Maybe you wouldnt even want to talkto me anymore . So I choose the other , telling you early on so you can prepare for what awaits you . the final painful inevietability that we both have to go through . Especially you .

Maybe I should have just not told you until the night I was leaving . But still , I have no heart to hide anything for you .

Hm . We'd survive this .

I promise .

Sonnet 18 - William Shakespear

2007-09-07T05:11:00.000-07:00

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate ,

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date ,

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines ,

And often is her golden complexion dimm'd ,

And every fair from fair sometimes declines ,

By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd ,

But thy eternal summer shall not fade ,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ,

Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade ,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest ,

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see ,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee .

<3>

Magical powers . =D .

2007-09-05T04:48:00.000-07:00

I'm slipping deeper and deeper into my own world . All these lame things are coming to my mind so often , among other things . :) . Like . Magic .

Magic is the highlight of any fiction story . After reading so much books containing this element in it . I have come to this conclusion . Magic can be categorized .

Druidism : According to wikipedia , Druidism means disambiguation . Druidism involves pure nature . The ability to control that nature with magic . They revered when the night comes . Druids can grow trees out of nothing , they can look into the sun , stars and moon and bring prophecies of the future , they regenerate and rejuvenate the forests and dried up lakes . Druids learned thier art at the edge of magical lakes , reciting countless verses and divine incantations , sacred songs and prayers . Druids are most famous for thier ability to transform into an animal using magic alone .

Arcane Magic : Magicians who can bend and manipulate magic in its pure form are called Mages . They control Arcane Magic which is magic in its pure form . Using energy called mana , they call upon real magic . Magic in pure form . Pure energy . They bend and manipulate it , create and destroy it . They can create the energy to form physical objects or images , make things etheral or invisible . Slow the kinetic energies around objects , making it slower relative to time . They can transform people into farm animals , heal with divine arcane energies and throw powerful beams of pure energy .

Skald Magic : Magic the Norsemen used centuries ago . People who accomplishes these magics are called Bards or WiseWomen . They combine with a massive spiritual existence called the Lifeforce . The Lifeforce gives then gives them the power to temporarily bend the laws of the universe . Bards memorize long sagas and poems , they write praises for kings and brave warriors , sing with harps made of whalebone . They can trade souls with animals temporarily , they can do a countless amounts of charms and curses . The gift of breathing underwater , to light up a man's sword to find his way , to grant people the swiftness of a trout , the suppleness of an eel . Bards can also call fire and fog . They can talk to the animals , walk on water and calm storms . They can also blow on a wisp of straw and drive men mad .

Necromancy : Necromancer's are those who use this violate magic . In the greek language , Necromancy means a form of divination in which a practioneer summons spirits to do his/her bidding . Necromancers grow more powerful with the night . Sadistic , old men , they raise disembodied spirits and dead bodies . They animate skeletons and zombies . Necromancer's also hold a variety of poisonous potions and spells , making people become as frenzied as rabid dogs for example . Necromancers had the ability to summon demons with high pitched wails and reciting demonic incantations at the cost of thier lives .

Shamanism : Shamans are magic-users who are somewhat similar to Necromancers , only that they aren't evil and use thier powers for thier own good . Shamans believe in other spirit worlds and that spirits are all around us . They recite songs , dance and drum when meditating . They believe animals play important roles as message-bearers from the spirit world . Shamans are known to be healers and people who can control nature . They call upon the spirit of the wilds and they do thier bidding . Calling down lightning from the sky , splitting the earth and making a forest walk . Shamans use potions to enhance thier own magic-using ability and creating new forms or elements with strange properties . Like the ability to throw a lightning bolt which jumps to the nearest person .

HAHA . =D .
So far , this is what i got . 5 categorizations to magic . I like skald magic . The ability to drive people mad . uh , so cool xD . I'll post more when i feel even lamer . haha .

Bob the Derformed .

2007-09-04T06:14:00.000-07:00

This dudes name is Bob .

I drew him in a span of one hour . During physics class . I shall tell you Bob's history . And if you can see me , I shall show you the entire of Bob . A group of fanatical scientists created Bob . They took the mind of a child and implanted it with adult mentality , they extracted the childs soul and placed it into this box-like thing . They used otherworldly materials to create its face . Its lifeless eyes , joyless smile . They linked this box face to many others . Three more others , in fact . They linked huge metal fists and all manners of slaughterhouse instruments to it . They exposed the child to war films . Gore films . Films of people being tortured and then murdered slowly .

Dissected by wicked staves and hooks .

He learned to hate anything living . Anything that moved . The scientists imbued him with so much strength and filled him with so much hate , that one day , Bob broke free from his bonds . With his strength , he pummelled the scientists with his giant fist into a bloody mess , those who survived he hunted down , mutilating them with his hooks and knives , piercing eyeballs and slicing off tongues . He broke free from the lab , and without his restraints , he grew in strength and size . His soul hungered for suffering and pain . He needed to see people die slow deaths .

He became so big he could destroy buildings with a swipe of his fist .

Bob still lives in the forests now . Living to tear apart anything alive . He picks on the occasional hitch hiker once in a while . Gruesomely mutilating the unlucky soul . He towers above all else yet he is invisible . His smile permanently etched into his face .

He is travelling here now . His smile on his face . Waiting for a next vicitim to dissect slowly with rusty hooks and staves .

LucasChen . =D .

Justice .

2007-09-03T06:06:00.000-07:00

The Law of Ueki . Its such a cool show kay . Its an anime by the way . But it provides extremely realistic values . Like seriously .

The story is about this boy called Kosuke Ueki whos given superpowers by God Candidates . He is unwillingly put into a contest between other people who has superpowers called the Battle Game . The winner will rule the world . When Ueki's God Candidate Koba-sen sacrifices his life for Ueki , Ueki decides he will win the Battle Game .

But the main theme of The Law of Ueki is : Justice .

Justice = The will and determination to protect what you believe in no matter what the consequence or the obstacle .

I am facinated by justice . To me , justice means : Love , Willpower and Sacrifice .

I am just simply inspired by how Ueki no matter what odds are against him , just stands up and faces them . There was once , when Koba-sen (Ueki's God Candidate) , saved Ueki when he was falling from the sky while facing an opponent called Robert Hadyn . And whats more , Koba-sen knew very very well that when a God Candidate intervenes in a battle . That God Candidate would be sent to hell . But Koba-sen chose his justice . Sacrifice for what you believe in .

And believe me , I would chose my justice . Whether how lame it seems to be . Or whatever .

And this list includes :

- Saving you when you're drowning no matter what the consequence .

- Pushing you away when a lorry is about to hit you no matter what the consequence .

- Being there when you need me no matter what the consequence .

- Destroying whatever is opposing you no matter what the consequence .

When I say no matter what the consequence , I mean , no matter what the consequence .

Even if it would harm me , injure me gravely , kill me .

I'll choose to sacrifice for what I believe in . Because what I believe in is you .

I'd put my life in your hands without a moments hesitation ,

I'd sacrifice my life for you to ensure your existence ,

I'd trust you with all of me when everyone doubts you ,

I'd lie to everyone else if it would save you and kill me ,

So long as men can breathe and eyes can see ,

so long as life from me can give life to thee .

I'll save you no matter what the consequence . Cause you're my justice .

And I'd sacrifice my life if I have to save yours .

What happens if you die tonight .

2007-08-30T09:48:00.000-07:00

If you had died tonight .

Well definitely I won't kill myself or anything . Not that I don't want to , I would want to . But I won't because you would'nt want me to .

But man . I'd be crushed to a pulp . It would hit me in a huge wave . An impact with an immesurable amount of force . Not physical force . But spiritual ones . Forces that inflict more pain than a million bullets . And I would'nt care about what's happening around me . My knees would shudder and I would kneel on the floor lifelessly . Tears would blind my eyes . Everything will swim in a whirling pool before me .

No words would be able to explain the grief I would feel . It would be crushing . So painful it'll make me scream when I sleep . Wreath and struggle in pain as imaginary arms strangle me . Jacknifing on the floor wildly . Pain would be my being . And it would scar me forever .

I would miss you like . Ugh , I dont know how to put it lahh . Like so so so much . And as higher mammals and humans . We tend to feel emotions we cannot explain before . But now . These feeling are all known as one .

Loss .

But I will live on and you will be in my everything . I would taste you as I have tasted you before . And you will live on inside me . Breathe what I breathe and see what I see . Cause a piece of you is already inseperably indestructably inevietably fused with a piece of mine . We'll last forever remember ?

And not even Death can split us apart .

If you had died tonight .

Happy , :D .

2007-08-30T03:33:00.000-07:00

I'm really really happy now . Haha .

MeiKwan raped my chick ! Hahaha . Thier so funny lah . Its time to change my profile pic on friendster I think . We need new pictures . Haha . No seriously .
I'm eating this sour worm thing now . So gummy and sour-ish . Sour things catch my attention . Haha .

Going for guitar classes soon . No poems or nothing to put up today people . Haha . Cause I'm just too happy . And when I'm happy hahaha . Theres nothing wrong with my life . =D .

Everything nowadays is just . Perfect .

Hahaha . We just need a little privacy though . :D . Ili gave me tips on how to french but I still have no idea . I'm so bleh lah . Haha .

Hmmm . MeiKwan is seriously going over the top hahaha . Shes lucky shes a girl . If not . Haha . Stop raping v ! hahaha . Shes mine =D .

I ;loveyouu . =] .

Do anything you want with me .

2007-08-29T06:54:00.000-07:00

Haha . I guess I was kinda wrong about my previous post . xD . This is what I should've wrote . =D .

You can do anything you want with me . You can stab me with rusty knives until I'm nothing but raw flesh . Skin me alive with wicked staves and jagged daggers . Riddle me with pointed bullets from worn-out guns . Kill me .

Leave me .

But I'll persevere and I'll survive . And I'll live . Cause I don't think I've stumbled onto a more perfect person . xD .

I love you lah . So so much .
Oh and I have an idea for an anniversary present already . And its going to like . Numb up my hand but I don't mind hahaha .
21st of August =D .

This is my son . BoobChen hahahaha .

Don't do this to me .

2007-08-28T03:56:00.001-07:00

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

2007-08-26T00:21:00.000-07:00

We'll do it all .
Everything .
On our own .

We don't need .
Anything .
Or anyone .

If I lay here .
If I just lay here .
Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?

I don't quite know .
How to say .
How I feel .

Those three words .
Are said too much .
They're not enough .

If I lay here .
If I just lay here .
Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?

Forget what we're told .
Before we get too old .
Show me a garden that's bursting into life .

Let's waste time .
Chasing cars .
Around our heads .

I need your grace .
To remind me .
Of my own .

If I lay here .
If I just lay here .
Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?

Forget what we're told .
Before we get too old .
Show me a garden that's bursting into life .

All that I am .
All that I ever was .
Is here in your perfect eyes , they're all I can see .

I don't know where .
Confused about how as well .
Just know that these things will never change for us at all .

If I lay here .
If I just lay here .
Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?

Hahaha . I love you v =D .

Bleh . xD .

2007-08-25T02:27:00.000-07:00

I don't think I can write as good as you v haha . But here goes =D .

bleh . Yeap . I can't write as good as you . hahaha .

But like . I just want to say lah . Honestly ?
There is NoOne in the entire world right now , that matters more to me than you .

I find I'm like . Cold and harsh . At times . Like if I had the choice . I would rather kill a person whos a jerk or anything than forgive them . To me . People like them aren't supposed to exist in the world . Thier supposed to be the slaves serving at the feet of demons from hell . If I could , I would kill them right now . But I won't . Cause I've got friends , family . And I don't supress my urge to kill them because I do . I supress my urge to kill them because others want me to .

Thats how harsh I can be . How unfeeling and uncaring I am . But I don't feel the same for people who aren't like that . But I'm starting to feel that that uncaring cold side of me needs to change . I need a serious change on that side of me . But I don't know how . I want to but I can't seem to stop feeling that deep hatred for people who don't care about thier lives or are jerks or stuff like that .

Until well . You came along . =D . I don't know why . But you've got this thing around you that just . I don't know . Makes me change the way I feel about stuff . Like seriously . haha . You're my way out . My plan B , my escape route . My tomorrow .

I just read your comment . The latest one . I'm seriously beginning to think that we'll last forever . No matter what obstacles or misunderstandings or whatever . I don't care about that lah . I just know that you're a piece of me now . I'm certain Oh and yeah . I miss you and your hugs =D . Like one week is sooo long without em lah . And like . one week with you around . Time just flashes by me .

You've got something around you thats making me stay v . You're not like . not important and all kay ? And I won't 'discard' you or anything . But I would leave you awhile to tend to her if she needs me . But no discarding or whatever . I'm always here . You can trust me completely with every single thing that needs trust .

I'll never ever leave .

Cause I'm already here .
Oh and nothings standing in our way kay hahaha . We'll just ram into them at insanely high velocities and they'd be squashed flat . =D .

Ahhh dammit .
I have the best girlfriend in the world .

Oh and everyone other than v reading this . Don't get too curious . hahaha .
Cause I'll just go like . GRIN . xD .

=D .

2007-08-21T23:52:00.000-07:00

This is my second post today I think . No wait . This is my second post today . Blogger is kinda retarded I think . Bleh . So bored .

Wings and roots huh . Blah . Hm .

I want V here hahahaha .

Hm .

I'm SO BORED .

2007-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:00

Perhaps thats what I need . A little more time compared to other people . To think . And to ponder a little . Or maybe time itself should lengthen . Then we'd all move a little slower , think a little slower . Choices will be a made a little slower than it used to be . Or maybe . Time should lengthen , and we will be immune to it . That means we'd be dying older . But having more time to spend with people .

That would be prefereble . Or would it ?

Living on the edge has its certain ring . Fast paced . Thats how I would want it . But you're running fast . Not jumping . And jumping is something I can't afford . Cause if I fall . I don't think I can get up again .

I don't know . But from what I see . Theres only two gifts I can give you .

One of these , is roots . And the other ,

Wings .

Cause I'd rather .

2007-08-18T23:59:00.000-07:00

When we're all gone .

2007-08-14T02:39:00.000-07:00

Who can live forever ? The oldest was like some hundred over lady . But does a century count as forever ? I don't think so . Its a cold , hard fact about life . The moment you're born , is the moment you start to die . All the talk about the elixir of life . The fountain of youth . Immortality . Is it really possible ? Is it really even comprehendable the number of sufferings or deformations you have to go through if you were to live forever ? Would your bones grow weaker and weaker or your brain dumber and deafer . Would it matter if you were still alive a thousand years from now . But you can't think . And your body is just dust in the wind . In my life , I don't seek for eternity . But merely , seek out the realm of the possible . For the realm of the possible contain countless oppoturnities . Oppotunity as not merely a door , but a dare . It dares you to go and grab them . I saw a re-run of Troy recently . And I saw something that caught my eye . Wanting to live forever . Wanting and being able to is two different things . Most people want to live forever . But why ? Cause you don't want to die ? is dying that hard ? Being able to live forever is a whole new level and is not worth talking about because we never can . But why live forever ? Even if you could , why would you ? Its not as simple as it is . People don't live forever . And they never will . But people preserve themselves for them to live , well kinda . Achilles . How long ago did he live and how much he wanted to live forever . He was resourceful , ruthless , intelligent , yet a smart , melancholic and humble man . And did he live forever ? Yes he did . And why ? Because he lived . Makes sense ? You live your life the way you want it to , and to the people whom you know that will come to pass in time . You'll live forever . Not physically . But as a thought , a wisp of memory , a love that lingers in the heart , fear that lurks in the mind . Then you'll have lived forever . Me and V are goingto do a list of 101 things we want to do before we die on Friday . =D . But I know its impossible to finish them all . Cause half of what I want to do is impossible . But still . I'd like to try . Cause when you die . You would want the people you love to know how you feel about them . Which means you want them to know how much you love them now . Cause after another second has passed , you're a second more dead than you were alive .

Forgetting memories remembered .

2007-08-06T03:44:00.000-07:00

They won't ever go away . These chains and shackles I'm bound to . Chains and shackles that not only I am bound to , but everyone else as well . All trying to claw out the dungeon that is our minds . To escape the dark creatures lurking within , killing us one by one and turning us into the very thing that we hate . These chains I and everyones hands are memories .

The memories that will never go away . Like an unwashable blood stain on a strait jacket in a sanitarium . Or an asylum , whatever . They always return to haunt you when you think hard enough . You forget , these chains when you're somewhere you want to be , or somewhere that distracts you enough to make you not think about the past . But when we're alone , with nothing at all to do except think . This is what we'll think about . The past . Everything we think about is never a fact , except for the past . Anything else is predicting what will happen tomorrow , or what happened today , in which case what happens tomorrow is not a fact , and what happens today is . So there is nothing factual you think about in your mind except the past . And when we think about it .

Everything returns to you . The most dreaded experiences replay in your mind over and over again . Like someone mutilating you excrutiatingly then bringing you back to life to do it again . Someone sadistic . In this case , the mind . We are all unwilling sadists . Our minds liking to see us suffer by hurling at us memory after memory . Wounds which never heal , but instead is forgotten . Everything is forgotten . Until you think hard enough . Then the wounds would resurface , encompassing your skins , no matter how clean and pure you are now or before . The scars would surface and stretch to its limits . Tearing across your vessells fabric . Remembering what you've done and what you should'nt have done wrong . Making you think about the choices you have made thus far . Which choice merely influenced a tiny fraction of your life , and which choice turned your entire life around .

Good memories ? Life isn't that fair . For the good memories we forget . Like a teacher remembering only the most rowdiest and noisiest of his or her students . In time , we will only come to remember the memories we fear the most . And all the good times , good old days , will be lost in the mist of the mind . The sadist that adores and shudders with glee at every second of you thinking of the pain you have gone through , you have yet to go through , the pain you feel when someone stabs you in the back , when your whole life turns on you . When everything goes wrong .

So whats good in life if when the longer you live , the more you'll suffer ? If life were this structured , I would have been dead long ago . But . Life is NOT this structured . You have choices to make despite the ones you have made wrong in the past . You can choose where you want to go . You have rights . Life is wasted on people who want to die .

People who commit suidice because thier best friends died , thier most loved parent died , thier entire family died in a matter of years , they get abused . All these people who commit suicide because of genuine reasons .

Are selfish , irresponsible , weak and uncaring .

No matter how big his or her problems are . No matter how huge they get or will become . That person commited suicide ? He tried and tried and just could'nt get out ? Then that person is a quitter , a loser . A FAILURE .

Selfish ? Becasue you don't care for anyone else . No matter what . There are people out there who care for you . And by dying . You bring them grief . Untold grief . But mainly because of the thousands and thousands of people who WANT to live but CANT . Thier lying on their deathbeds willing to give anything in exchange to LIVE . And how do you think they'll feel when they turn on the tv , and they see all these bunch of selfish quitters throwing away thier lives ?

You LIVE not because you want to , but because you HAVE to .

No matter how hard it is , you HAVE to move on . You just have to . Theres no choice in such matters , I mean of course there is , but its up to you whether you want to make the choice losers and quitters make , or you want to make the choice to FORCE yourself to become stronger , to WILL yourself to survive . Cause in the future , you would want to look back on all these problems and say it out to the world . 'I had the guts to survive.'

Then you're not the quitter . You're not the loser who ended thier problems and created grief and sadness for others by killing themselves . You earn respect because you almost attempted it , but you went on . And eventually , you'll survive .

Running away from problems make you a cowardly , selfish , good-for-nothing , idiot whom people would rather not know . But facing your problems and SURVIVING . Will make you everything you ever wanted to be .

Never ever give up . Never ever let go .

And never ever . Forget .

I sorry I can't blink .

2007-08-03T04:49:00.000-07:00

Rachel ! haha . you're songs here . xD .

Shes on your left , I'm on your right ,
you would have left , but you guessed its alright ,
the sky we're watching like the rolling clouds ,
watch us .

Pink stars and yellow boxes fly ,
its getting dark and all the brightness dies ,
the moon we're watching like the roaming stars ,
watch us .

Its getting late ,
Time passes fast when you don't know ,
Can't you just wait ?
I've got to tell you something before you go .

I'm sorry I can't blink when you're around ,
cause everytime I do we've run aground ,
I'm sorry I can't blink when you're around ,
I know you're sorry too .
I'm sorry I can't blink when you're around ,
cause everytime I do we've run aground ,
I'm sorry I can't blink when you're around ,
I know you're sorry too .

Pink stars and yellow boxes fly ,
its getting dark and all the brightness dies ,
the moon we're watching like the roaming stars ,
watch us .

How Norsemen Die .

2007-08-02T06:55:00.000-07:00

Of the thousand dead ,
only few stand at the gates of Asgard ,
with Odin's Valkyrie ,
welcoming them with loving smiles ,
and warm embraces .

And of the others ?
Spiralling painfully down lighted tunnells ,
thier dead flesh curling up like burning paper ,
on flares and fires of screaming magma ,
a screaming heart wrenching chorus plays here ,
waiting to be heard by others who reach here ,
a fire that is immovable ,
yet scream like banshees with the voices of dead men ,
men which defied thier intentions now ,
and honoured thier intentions before .

And of Vahalla ,
those which died deaths sacrificing others ,
dine with gluttony ,
then kill each other with sadistic glee ,
seeming in the image of Gods and Heroes ,
but merely a heavenly repetition for demons and devils .

And the ashes pile in Nifhilm ,
of dead men who were the divine ,
who wasted thier lives for those pride , lust , greed ,
glutton , wrath , envy and sloth .
Endured the heaven that was Nifhilm ,
burnt alive in raging infernos ,
consumed by screaming flames .

And the screaming goes on ,
each piece of the ash lives on inside us ,
ready to rip out and tear our vessells into pieces ,
then throw our souls to Nifhilms hell hole ,
rekindling the stangnant , screaming fires of the Norse .

Forcing us to wait ,
until the next retribution ,
only then we can be free again .

JessieLim.

2007-07-20T05:06:00.000-07:00

Would it have been so hard if you were to stay? Forever with the people you love rather than tearing your gaze from those moments, and bringing memories in thier place. Memories which haunt you when you sleep, when you dream. Memories which hunt you down and mutilate you gruesomely with regret as a weapon. Then the regret would stalk you as you ressurect from your dreams, forever hunting you. And you'd question why you left the people who loved you most when they needed you. But then, choices are choices. And some choices, are written in fates hand. You'll survive wherever you're going, what's more, you'll thrive. And you'll never forget people in the places you left. The memories that they created and the memories that you're experiencing now. Cause those are the people who changed your life. And you know they'll love you for eternity.I love you Jessie. haha. For Eternity.

The Moments' Forever

2007-07-17T06:33:00.000-07:00

Fatigue gnaws at my conciousness,
how much longer can I stay awake ?

Not longer no more I guess.
Its just a matter of time.
But what would I do if I could stay awake forever ?
If I would stay awake forever,
I'd just watch you breathe.
If I could stay awake,
If I would.

But I can't.

My conciousness slowly slipping away like water through my fingers.
16minutes.
You're breathing slowly.
Twilight dancing on trees and tainted glass.

11minutes.
Time passes fast dosen't it ?
It does when you don't realize it does,
and it dosen't when you do.

7minutes.
Lying back down,
I look at the sky.
Stars burning torches in the night,
thier light dispersing as my vision blurs.

4minutes.
Should I wake you ?
If you do wake however,
I'll no longer be here,
with a thought I'd walk among the stars,
passing from this world to the next.

2minutes.
Naah, waking you would be a waste.
Time begins to pass slower now,
how fast I want it to pass,
is how slow it'll be.
For desire slows the clocks claw.
Down to seconds now,
each is eternity,
but the last a moment,
then I can't feel any longer.

Fatigue gnaws at my conciousness,
how much longer can I stay awake ?

Sugar & Pills

2007-07-16T05:58:00.000-07:00

Would it have been better ?
Living like this.
A darker side of me.

The pill. Bitter and black.

Sometimes, I can't help to wonder,
what would you be like,
if I died,
or if I didn't exist.
Who would you be ?

If you'd like to see.

Splitting me up,
into pieces that feel good,
and pieces that hurt.

The bitter and the sweet.

If intervention prevented,
divinity intercepted,
would it have been different ?

Then you'd throw away the pills,
and keep the sugar.
Then I'd be a shadow,
none of the person I am.

I'm there, you just can't feel me.
I exist, but I'm gone.

Cause I'm all pills,
zero sugar.

2007-07-08T02:57:00.000-07:00

okay. xp. sorry guys. this is a post dedicated to someone else. =D. the last few posts has been dedicated to you guys dii. so i think everyone needs a change. xD. grins. the story will continue as planned but everyone will die suddenly. thats all. omg. after this i shall have to write poems for everyone. =o.

this poem is inspired by none other than
Shevie. =D.

The wind whips around my ears,
framing me,
maiming my movements,
blurring my gaze against the horizon.

Wind,
where you'd think silent ghosts,
scream at you from beyond,
wind which claw,
which wails with frenzied pitches.

The white maned horses crash below,
restless from thier journey from the ends of the earth.

I stand still,
waiting to take the last step,
the step to remember,
the step to forget,
the step which never happens,
and happens at the same moment.

Never happening in your mind,
and happening in reality.

But reality surpasses dream,
and strangely,
nightmare surpasses reality.

You scream,
your voice hoarse from attempt,
strength dwindled by distance,
heart weakened by revelation.

Never before you have forseen this,
nor thought about it even,
that I would take a risk,
take a chance.

At feeling what its like to die.

Then, as you stumble and fall,
rain begins to fall,
relentlessly,
unforgivingly.

You watch me through eyes wet,
watch no matter how much you don't want to,
no matter how much you'd regret,
no matter how much of you will die,
through eyes wet with nought rain,
but tears.

The sea crashed below,
wind howled,
and yet, theres no heed in your ears.

Merely numbness,
absense in spite of yourself,
frozen to the moment.

You only hear your breathing,
feel your heartbeat.

When I jump.

You scream louder than you ever could,
memories flashing in your eyes,
when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

Nightmare?

Sunlight sift through dirty windows,
I was staring at you.

Words tumble out like a waterfall,
accompanied by pearly drops that darkened your blouse.

I'll never leave.
Ever.

I'll be Immortal for you.

haha. xD.
hoped you liked it shev.

Fervidus Amor.

Chapter 7 = BioFire of Hunters

2007-06-30T22:48:00.000-07:00

The massive purple fireball decended slowly upon the heads of the 21 students left alive. Lawrence was buried, his stomach a caved in mess, Pamela burnt black beyond recognition, and Ilham burnt to ashes. Who will be the next on Death's list? They could'nt run, the mines would detonate then, they could'nt jump and attack him, they would teleport to each other and kill you with purple fire. And finally, they can't just stand where they are, or the huge fireball would devastate all of them. But they had to choose.

'Oh? You're jumping are you? I thought you would've done better, but...' said Priest Tazona, but then he frowned. 'I didn't think you would do that, jumping not to attack me,'

The 21 students leaped to the trees, but they didn't attack the Tazona Brothers. A leak in the Priests thinking.

'But still, we are still hunters,' And with that, a huge glowing bow simply materialized in thier outstreched hands. They grinned sadistically drew the imaginary bowstring.

'Lemme' guess,' Russell said. 'Abyss Bow?'

'Shut up!' They yelled in unison. Bodies still conjoined. They let go of the shaft and a brilliant purple arrow flew out as fast as a bullet. It hit Nik in the shoulder. And the arrow then incinerated into purple flame, engulfing Nik in its fires. The others desperately tried to put out the fire. But Nik just shouted and flailed wildly, then he crashed to the ground from his branch. At which he stopped moving. In the still lifelessness of the dead. Then the mine exploded. Disintegrating his body.

'How the heck are we supposed to defeat someone like that?' Leon hissed. There were 20 of them left.

'We haven't told you this, but The Lord just asked us to tell you guys,' the strange but powerful Priest interjected. 'Because all of you have The Collective Intelligence and God Strength, when one of you dies, the last person to touch the one who died will recieve a portion of the dead persons God Strength.'

'Which means...' Leon's eyes widened. 'Some of us have two tenths of God Strength,'

'Correct, but still, no match for a Priest,' Priest Tazona grinned, then yelled.

'Abyss bow,'

The arrow flew again but this time missed its target. Jonathan. Everyone leaped out of the way the moment he yelled that lame Abyss Bow thing. Everyone couldn't jump to the ground, because it was peppered with Abyss Mines, they could'nt attack, the Priests would avoid thier attacks. So what could they do?

'Abyss bow!'

Everyone leaped away again. But this time, Roxanne leaped to a branch on the opposing side, quite a far leap. She barely made it, causing some leaves to fall to the ground. Then there was the bright purple flashes. The leaves were gone. Roxanne's eyes widened.

'Abyss bow!'

Roxanne leaped away, but again to the other opposing side, grabbing a thin branch on the way, she raked the leaves out and threw them about in midair. Then landed on the other side. More bright flashes.

Priest Tazona's eyes widened. 'The leaves! Of course! That idiot is using the leaves to disintegrate the mines!'

But it was too late. Everyone saw the loop hole. They were already scaling the ground toward Priest Tazona. Priest Tazona brothers could only do one arrow at a time. And there was about ten of them running toward him. And the other ten? Well, they were leaping above his head.

The ten above him yelled 'Drop Mountain!'

Their bodies suddenly dropped like lead, thier feet angling downward, they all crashed on the conjoined brothers. There was a huge pile of dust that was thrown into the air, the ground cracked and the noise of an explosion filled the forest. When again.

'You missed,'

Priest Tazona was standing conjoined directly beside the ten who just Drop Mountained him. 'Punch Mountain!' the ten who were running to him earlier yelled. Priest Tazona didn't expect the..

Bam.

All ten thrusted thier fist into Tazona's torso, he yelled, spat out blood, then flew all the way to the end and crashed into a tree. There was a yell, then the tree above them began falling down. One brother seperated from the other, but the second brother merely slumped down. Unconcious, or, dead. The first brother desperately shook him as the tree came crashing down. But to no avail.

There was a sickening crack, when the tree fell down directly on top of the second brothers head.

The first brother stared at his brothers body into his brother's white white eyes, then at the twenty looking at him. A bloody rage filled his eyes. 'You killed my brother,'

Russell stepped up, 'And we're going to kill you too,'

'You're forgetting, I have God Strength too, but I also have the BioFire of Hunters,' he hissed venomously. Then yelled.

'Abyss Mountain!'

The last Tazona brother leaped up to an impossible height, his left fist angling upward, aiming at the group of us. There was a desperation in his blood red eyes. Veins were popping up everywhere, in his neck, everywhere. His purple robes began to catch fire. Purple fire. His left fist incinerated in a dark purple fire that engulfed almost his entire arm.

'I'll avenge my brother!' He yelled. 'Even if it means killing myself!'

Then he swooped downward. The dark purple fireball on his arm grew larger. 'So he's doing a suicidal attack that can kill us all if it hits the ground?' Leon whispered. About everyone else was stunned and just stood there.

'If it hits the ground,'

In a flash, Leon leaped toward the sky. The Tazona's eyes widened for a while. And then the two of them crashed into each other in mid air. A massive purple explosion rocketed through the forest. Most of the trees directly below the explosion was thrown backward by the shockwave, trees were crashing and the forest caught a purple forest fire. Leon and Priest Tazona was nowhere to be found. Incinerated in an explosion that would destroy everything on the ground. Leon chose to be the target, to be the next person who died. To make the explosion happen in the air. To save everyone. Like how Lawrence saved him.

Chapter 6 = God Strength Potential

2007-06-25T02:30:00.000-07:00

There was an evil chuckle and when the smoke cleared. Priest Tazona was standing in the distance, his brother's face behind his head.

'How the heck did he get away?' Faiz yelled. Staring at his fist, he was surprised that he and the other nine made the same attack as the conjoined twins did when they first attacked them. It seemed to just popped out of thier minds. The Collective Intelligence.

One of the students who was immobilizing Priest Tazona when the other ten attacked yelled back at Faiz. 'I saw! The second Tazona brother leaped out of the first Tazona brother's body! As we were only holding the first one, the second one escaped into the distance, the first one must have then teleported away directly before the punch!'

'Smart, we're surprised that you have God Strength. But The Lord has just communed with us, telling us why. Each of you have 1/10 of God Strength. So ten of you will make up to one person with Full God Strength. Which is us, and only people with Full God Strength can do attacks like that. So if each of you have 1/10 of God Strength, then 23 of you will have the power of two Full God Strength people and the extra is 3/10. But you see, we are two, and we have Full God Strength each. That means you have 3/10 fractions of God Strength more than us. But its okay, we still have another trick up our sleeves.'

There was that evil grin again. 'BioFire,'

The brothers, who were still conjoined raised thier hands up. Then slammed it to the ground like the old lady Lily or whatever did. Purple fire spread out in a line on the ground in front of them and advanced in the blink of an eye. Soon, Pamela's arm was burnt black by the purple fire, yet, her clothes were unscathed. A few others had burns but not as serious. Kah Ming had his hand singed off into ashes. The people who got burnt were screaming thier lungs out.

Priest Tazona merely giggled sadistically at the sight. 'Lets see you survive this!' They grinned. Then they yelled. 'Abyss'

A massive purple blob of swirling fire flashed toward the 23 people left. And when the fire's subsided, a burning form took shape in the smoke. It was Pamela's body, all charred and black, burnt beyond reconization. Her pupils were a pure white. Another one down.

The Collective Intelligence kicked in as the 22 of them left alive spread out and ran in different directions toward Priest Tazona. The twins merely laughed. And set about creating massive cracks in the floor blowing out the purple flame. Everyone deftly avoided being barbequed over the mysterious fire's by pulling each other and jumping against each other and on the ground. When they reached Priest Tazona.

Ten of them leaped in the air again while the others continued running. The ten in the air leaped extraordinarily high, after all, they already had one tenth of God Strength each. They held thier fists and shouted in unison.

'Punch Mountain!'

The twins still conjoined in the same body merely laughed out loud.

'How foolish! The same old attack? Thats...' But before he could finish, he recieved a massive blow in his chest. There was a loud crack and then a shockwave of accelerated air elminated from him as he was thrown backward and then he crashed into a tree. Then the ten who was in the air landed to where he was a moment ago. Dust was thrown into the air and massive chunks of the earth broke up.

Tazona slowly got up. 'A fake? How could they have thought of that? Ten of them leaping, while the others did another Punch Mountain to us while we were distracted with the others!'

'You are smarter than we thought, and now, feel the full power of the BioFire of Hunters!'

In a flash, little metal pellets was sprayed like pepper all over the ground. The pellets had purple dots beeping all around them. There wasn't a single free space the students could go to without stepping on them. They were trapped. They didn't know what the pellets could do, but they are not willing to find out. They could only stand where they are. Or jump.

'Step on one, prey, and you shall get one of our presents,' the Tazona brothers giggled. They were seperated now, each of them standing at one spot.

In a flash, Ilham leaped into the air and raised his fist. In another flash, Joanna leaped up and grabbed Ilham's feet, she swung him round and round until they were merely a blur. Then Joanna suddenly let Ilham go. And man, everyone could bet that Ilham reached terminal velocity, in the blink of an eye, Ilham was on the brothers, there was a howling wind all of a sudden, then it died. 'DIE!' Ilham yelled. Then he thrusted his fist forward. Everyone was staring. When suddenly, the Tazona image wavered. Then dissapeared.

'Of course!' thought Joanna as she was landing slowly. 'They could teleport to each other! That means Ilham will step on the,'

There was a massive purple flash, followed by the sound of an explosion. When the smoke cleared. Ilham was no longer there. He was a pile of ashes beside the Tazona Brothers, now no longer joined again. Joanna landed then gasped.

'Why do you think we control the BioFire's of Hunters? Because we are hunters, and hunters have thier traps, like these,' the first Tazona brother said as he took a pellet from the ground and waved it around. 'Abyss Mines,'

More gasps.

'We're not affected by it. So we don't have to be afraid. You on the other hand,' they chuckled together. 'You can't run, you can't jump, you can't avoid our attacks, so step down quietly and we'll ensure you a fast death,'

They grinned. Then the first Tazona brother leaped up and yelled.

'Abyss,'

Chapter 5 = Priest Tazona Brothers

2007-06-22T19:42:00.000-07:00

They all dug a hole with whatever they could and buried Lawrence in it. Those who were previously unconcious had trouble walking and breathing. But they weren't otherwise affected in any other way. The punch Lawrence endured must have taken alot out of him. It was just one punch. Enough to kill. The broomstick was close to useless. So they buried it with Lawrence, marking his grave. Some cried, others had red eyes, while some didn't cry at all. But all felt grief that mammals did. Loss.

A fraction of God Strength? Collective Intelligence? The fact that they had a little God Strength is certain because of the jolt of energy they felt earlier, plus, how Ruyee could jump that high, Kai Siang could move that fast and Lucas could kick that hard. As for Collective Intelligence? What was it anyway? Joanna told everyone that she read in a book that Collective Intelligence is like one person who could control mutiple bodies and use all of the bodies to fight for him or her. Which means they all have a bond between each other. Making them stronger, adding to God Strength. They were stronger than ever.

They had made a vow to each other and to The Lord. They all linked hands around Lawrence's grave and swore to each other in words that seemed to come out of thier minds just like that, Collective Intelligence. They swore that they won't kill each other, they would destroy anyone who would try to oppose them, and befriend anyone who would share thier light. And they vowed, they swore, to kill The Lord.

And that chance would come soon. They took the guns and ammo from the dead policeman, and spears from the dead wild humans. As they ventured into the jungle, they looked back at the clearing at Lawrence's grave, then turned away, swearing to avenge him.

The mood of everyone improved a little when they begun to realize that they would die anytime, when suddenly, Kah Ming tripped on something. He got up and yelled, then hurled on the floor beside him, almost everyone did the same. There was a wild human body on the floor that Kah Ming tripped on. And from the looks of it, the body didn't really have much fun just before it died a horrible death. If wild humans could even feel pain. They looked like zombie's. Suddenly, a voice called out to them. A voice of two voices merged together. But they know where its coming from. They could point out the direction. So it couldn't be the old lady before, but it was someone like her. A man in purple robes and pale red skin was standing far in the distance. His teeth was like fangs, eyes a crimson red.

'Oh, Tazona, we'll have fun with these prey, like how we did just now huh? Oh yes,' he said.

'Guys, I think its a participant. Lets try convincing him,' Russell whispered. Then he yelled at them. 'Hey! You over there! We mean you no harm! Join us! We want to kill The Lord!'

'Oh kill The Lord? My, my,' he said. 'The Lord was right when he told us to look out for you. I am a Priest, a servant of the Lord, master of the BioFire's of Hunters. You will die to The Abyss,' he hissed dangeorously. Then he cracked his knuckles. And stood akimbo.

'Wait! What do you mean? I don't get you!' Russell asked.

'Didn't Lily tell you anything?' He hissed. 'The fire, the fire she used to teleport you to The Lord and to Beacon, the fire that The Lord used to teleport you back to your classroom in Beacon. The fire is called BioFire,'

'Is that weird guy talking about the old lady we saw earlier?' Leon hissed to Roxanne.

'A fire that can only damage living things,' he grinned sadistically.

Everyone gasped. So thats why the fire in the classroom did nothing to the class, only to the dead insects on the floor.

'Lily controls the BioFire of Teleportation, We control the BioFire of Hunters, only Priests may control such power. And we will devastate you with that power,'

'But! Why do you keep saying we instead of I?' Pamela asked.

'Because, we are two,' he grinned. And then a strange thing happened. His body twitched a little, then vibrated, the skin sillouhetting his body wavered, and then almost immedietly, it stopped. There was a sickening sludge sound, then. Everyone gasped. An identical twin of the man stepped out from behind him. Purple robes, skin, eyes and all. 'We are Priest Tazona Brothers,'

'Die,'

The first Tazona brother ran up toward the children. They automatically leaped away and clung on to low branches of trees and watched. The first Tazona Brother wasn't as fast as FlyGuy, but still, he was formidable, if that old lady's fires can teleport people, then what does the BioFire of Hunters do?

Almost immedietly, there, the second Tazona Brother dissapeared in a wisp of smoke, and then his head appeared conjoined to the back first Tazona Brother's head. Everyone gasped. Can they join into each other? Can they teleport to each other? Thoughts were filtering through everyone's minds, how were they supposed to beat an opponent like that?

Then when silence prevailed. It was broken. With a yell from the Tazona Brothers who were still conjoined. 'Punch Mountain!'

They moved so fast, in a flash, they dashed to a tree and thrusted thier fist into it, there was a huge crack in it, and then there was one part of the tree that completely dissapated into dust, and the tree began falling down. Most of the people on it too. How could they be that powerful? With another yell, the conjoined wierdos did another attack.

'Kick Mountain!'

They flipped backward and with a single kick, they delivered a blow so incredibly powerful that it broke the entire tree that was falling on top of them into half. Dust filled the air and the people on the other trees stared in awe. Their number was being attacked by some Siamese freaks. They have to use what they had to kill them. The others leaped into the air, utilizing the Collective Intelligence, they began formulating a combo.

The people that fell down from the tree dashed and held on to the conjoined Tazona Brother's legs, he desperately punched at them, but they held on anyway. The ten leaping students floated through the air, fists outstreched behind them, they moved alike. Products of the Collective Intelligence. When they surprised themselves by shouting.

'Punch Mountain!'

They all crashed thier fists on top of the Tazona Brothers, there was massive cracks on the ground and chunks of rock flew up, joining the dust already there, smoke escelated everywhere. There was silence.

When suddenly.

'You missed,'

Chapter 4 = The Collective Intelligence

2007-06-22T01:05:00.000-07:00

Ruyee still held it out. Not knowing what was in store for her. FlyGuy dashed towards her with phenomenal speed. When Ruyee had a bomb exploded in her head. Not literally. She had an answer, an explanation to why he could fly. FlyGuy grappled the stick with his right arm, bending it and twisting it into his, immobilizing Ruyee's attack, when he used his left hand to thrust a punch into Ruyee's gut, making her fly off and crash onto the ground quite close to the edge. Which means quite far back. Everyone gasped.

'I'm not stupid, I can adapt my fighting style anytime I want, overcoming difficulties in the blink of an eye,'

When suddenly, a jolt of energy rushed into all of them. Everyone. Even those unconcious blinked awake. Against thier will, they began to think as one.

'The collective intelligence, a new power to my addition, this would make the Survival Game more interesting, don't you think?' said the pool of water. Above it was a floating image of the 24 students and FlyGuy standing on the clearing at the edge of the island. The eight hooded figures at the far end of the hall merely nodded.

The 24 children stood up slowly, there was a big group of them directly in front of FlyGuy, then the rest who were unconcious were scattered all around. So in fact, he was kind off surrounded. Ruyee noticed a critical point missing. When FlyGuy attacked her, he didn't have to somersault off a tree or anything to stop himself, he just stopped there. But, wasn't he inertialess? FlyGuy was watching Ruyee intently.

'I'm surprised you can still stand girl, but you won't be in awhile more, you and all of your friends, you're wondering why I didn't need to stop myself right? Well, as I was saying earlier, I can adapt my fighting style. I used the force of my punch to stop myself.'

'Smart, but not smart enough,' Ruyee whispered.

'Bastard, you'll never defeat us,' Lucas yelled. Everyone moved away from him, terrified that FlyGuy would take them all down as well. But each of them felt like they were refreshed with energy, refreshed with intelligence.

'Oh, stubborn are we? You're dead, boy,' grinned FlyGuy, in a blink of an eye, he flashed toward Lucas. And then, in that blink of an eye, FlyGuy gasped. The boy wasn't there anymore. 'What the!' he yelled as he flew toward a tree and crashed heavily into it.

'Its no use, FlyGuy,' Ruyee said as he got up. 'We know your capabilities, and I know a little some some they don't know. You can't float because of your powers, you can float because of the gravity that you are bound to,'

FlyGuy's eyes widened.

'On your planet, the gravity is much higher than the gravity here. So you can float here rather than on your planet, as for your punches and kicks, they are powerful because of your momentum when dashing,' she said calmly.

'Tell me girl, how do you know all these?' FlyGuy whispered as he stood up, facing 24 students.

'That is not the question, idiot,' she said venomously. 'The question is whether you'll get out of here alive or not,'

FlyGuy roared, then dashed at Ruyee. He was gathering momentum in his left hand, ready to beat the crap out of the insolent girl. When suddenly, his world turned aury. Kai Siang appeared directly beside Ruyee, then running up, stick in hand, he blocked FlyGuy's path using the stick and putting it out horizontally. FlyGuy's eyes widened. 'He must have realized that vertically I can stop the stick, but horizontally, I can't grapple it,'

His neck slammed cleanly onto the outstreched stick as his lower body flew upwards in a sort of somersault, his neck the fulcrum. After two spins, Kai Siang took out the stick and he began to flop toward the ground, when Ruyee ran and leaped, using his body as a stepping stone, she stomped hard on FlyGuy's back as he was still falling, accelerating his fall even further. FlyGuy slammed hard on the ground then rebounded back up slightly. When suddenly, Lucas appeared, running fast and sliding downward in a sort of sidewards trip kick, thrusting it into FlyGuy's gut. 'For Lawrence,' he whispered. He yelled then spit out blood. And then, he began floating upwards.

Everyone was relieved as they saw him float upwards, he couldn't stop flying in one direction. So when he's floating up, he couldn't come back down. He's bound to float forever.

'Its great isn't it?' a voice echoed out from everywhere. Everyone was on thier guard again, even though they only survived a short-lived victory. Thousands of questions was filtering through thier minds. How could they have done it? What was the feeling telling them to attack where, how and when? How could they have beaten someone like FlyGuy?

'The power of the collective intelligence. I wanted that fool off Beacon anyway, FlyGuy or whatever his name is, he is not fit to become one of my priests, who are in the Survival Game by the way. There are roughly five hundred participants left, as at the beginning of the Survival Game, people have already found thier opponents. Now, it gets harder, traps and wild creatures have been set out all over Beacon, you must protect yourself from them and fight the others at the same time,'

There was a pause.

'The power I have granted all of you is the collective intelligence and a fraction of God Strength each. All of you have heightened in sense, strength, speed a little, and the collective intelligence has allowed you to think as one. Ideas that appear in other minds will automatically merge into yours, and then you will act out as the plan suggests. Sort of like indirect telepathy. You are like the mannequins of your souls, all 24 of you have now one mind, a collective mind, a collective intelligence. But still, you have to kill each other in the end,'

There was The Lord's familiar laughter. 'Happy Killing,' and then the voice stopped.

Chapter 3 = The Survival Game

2007-06-20T03:43:00.000-07:00

In a flash, the man in white clothes was on them, grinning sadistically. As GanLuter was one of the first few in front of everyone else, he took a flying kick in the gut. His glasses flew off and he and the man flew all the way to the back and Luter crashed into a tree. The man somersaulted once then landed soundlessly, as if he was flying. Luter seemed to be knocked unconcious, his lifeless body slumping down to the ground. Blood rolled down the side of his mouth.

Most of the people there gasped. 'What the,' Leon whispered. 'I didn't even see him move,'

The man turned and faced us, his sadistic grin still spread all over his face. 'You people are normal humans I guess, after I tested you all,' he turned and gestured at Luter's body. 'My name is FlyGuy, The Lord has been taking the finest warriors on our planet every year to take part in this useless Survival Game. I am this year's most finest warrior, and I will kill all of you, and then kill The Lord, only then, would this ridiculous game come to a halt, none of you can stop me,'

'But we don't even want to stop you!' Russell yelled at him. He was on the inside of the forest now, Luter was a little way behind him. The other 23 students were mostly standing where they were hiding a moment ago, behind all of them, was the edge of the island, and the bodies of a policeman and a wild human.

'Oh, stubborn are we?' said the FlyGuy and he cracked his knuckles. Everyone ran out to the clearing near the edge, there was more open ground there. FlyGuy flashed forward, Catching Russell in a massive uppercut, but even though he already reached his target, he didn't stop dashing toward the same direction, over the edge. He yelled once then wildly scrabbled for the ground, he managed to stop himself just in time by clinging to an overgrown plant extremely near the edge. He then somersaulted up and landed smoothly again. Russell was unconcious and on the floor. 'Minor setback, the nearly falling off the edge bit, but other than that, you're all still going to die, and all your pupils will turn white by my hands,'

Ruyee stared. Could it be? If this guy could fly, why didn't he just stop when he had the chance instead of cotinuing to fly and nearly falling off the edge? Unless. She continued to watch.

'What happens if our pupils turn white?' Leon asked bravely.

'Don't you know? Fools. In the Survival Game, if your pupils turn white, you die,' FlyGuy said slyly, watching the students' reactions and grinning evilly. Everyone recalled how the wild human's eyes turned white earlier.

'Now, you, the person who asked the question, prepare to be purged,' FlyGuy pointed at Leon.

He flashed forward, nearly reaching Leon, when suddenly, Lawrence leaped in between Leon and FlyGuy. It all happened so quick. FlyGuy buried a massive blow into Lawrences' chest. Lawrence flew backward and smashed into Leon, who flew backward also, until they came to a dusty stop at the edge of the forest. FlyGuy however, cotinued flying in the direction he attacked until he stopped himself with a tree and somersaulted to land on the ground again. Ruyee noted that. Nik ran to where they both were. 'Is Lawrence okay?' he asked.

Leon was crying. When suddenly, Nik felt his eyes mist up too. Lawrence had been the not so happening member in 4Edison, what a guy. Sacrificing himself for someone he barely knows.

His pupils was white. Lawrence is dead.

'Bastard,' Luter choked, standing up unstably. FlyGuy looked behind him. 'Oh? Still standing?'

Luter leaned his back against a tree. 'You've done something you'd regret, whatever the hell your name is,'

FlyGuy turned around, facing his back to all of the others and facing Luter. 'Want me to beat you silly like your friend over there?' He pointed at Lawrence. 'What a fool,'

Luter's eyebrows arched downward sharply. FlyGuy flashed at Luter. His left leg outstreched and aiming for Luter's gut again. BAM.

Both of Luter's hands came up and he absorbed the entire power of the kick with his two palms, the tree he was leaning on cracked and nearly broke, considering how huge it was. In FlyGuy's mind, the same thing was going on and on. 'He's a normal human, how the hell did he stop my kick?'

In another flash, FlyGuy's right leg flashed forward as he spun in midair and delivered a crippling blow to Luter's face. Luter flew quite far away and crashed into a tree. But, FlyGuy. FlyGuy couldn't stop spinning in midair. He was at the same place but he continued spinning and spinning until his speed gradually slowed down and he settled back on his feet, though visibly shaken. 'That was it,' Ruyee thought. She had the answer. She knew now what to do.

'Hey bastard, that was my friend you just crippled,' a voice shouted out. Everyone moved away from the person and backed off. It was Lucas. 'You'll pay for that,'

FlyGuy just laughed. 'Looks like you'll be joining him,' He dashed toward Lucas. When suddenly, Ruyee seemed to just appear in front of Lucas. 'How could she move so fast?' FlyGuy thought. 'No matter, thier both dead then,' then his eyes widened.

Ruyee held the broomstick she had with her directly outwards, parellell to her shoulder and straight out. Lucas whispered in her ear, 'What are you doing? He can just stop right in front of you and cripple you,'

Ruyee grinned, 'That is IF he can stop,'

FlyGuy gave a yell, and them slammed his chest directly at the top of the stick. All the breath was pushed out of him in one big mighty exhale, then he was thrown back all the way to another tree around the back, where he slammed into it and crashed to the ground. Lucas helped Ruyee up. They both got thrown back as well. They all waited awhile. Then FlyGuy emerged again. 'Girl, how?'

'I observed the way you dispatched people, it started with the kick to Luter, in which you somersaulted on a tree to stop yourself, then with the uppercut to Russell, in which you could'nt stop after punching him and had to grab on to a plant to stop falling off the edge, then punching Lawrence, in which you could'nt stop and had to somersault off a tree as well, and the giveaway was when you kicked Luter for the last time. After blocking your attack and you kicking him, you could'nt stop spinning and you had to gradually slow down and stop, which leads me to believe, that you're inertialess, once you start flying, you cannot stop moving in that direction until you lose your speed or stop yourself on something,'

Everyone stared at the girl open mouthed. She observed all that in like what, 10 minutes? She was a genius.

'Why you,' growled FlyGuy, then he flashed directly at Ruyee.

She placed the stick directly outward like she did before, when she heard FlyGuy yell. 'The same trick won't work on me twice! You're mincemeat!'

Chapter 2 = A death on the island

2007-06-19T03:16:00.001-07:00

'What the hell?' Malcolm yelled. 'Who the heck was that guy? Where the heck are we?!?! This is a freaking joke,'

'Well, theres still the case about the talking pool, the hourglass, the old lady, the transporting around here and there, should'nt it be wiser to at least consider the fact that the Survival Game could be real?' Joanna said softly. Making Malcolm feel like an idiot.

'Okay, okay, if that's the case, then this island is in the sky right? If it really is in the sky, then it should have clouds on its edge, i propose that we travel to the edge of the island to find out whether its true,' Russell said.

'But why should we go travel and waste time?' Faiz proposed, ' The time is ticking people!' Faiz gestured to the hourglass. ' We should prepare to..'

'What?!?! Kill each other?!?!' Jeremy interrupted.

'No, we should prepare to defend ourselves from everyone else participating you nut,' Faiz said coolly.

Jeremy felt like an idiot.

'We're only travellling to the edge Faiz, this could all be a joke anyway, if we encounter people who want to pick a fight, then we know the Survival Game is true, we need to prove to Malcolm that this could or could not be true, we don't know,' Russell explained.

'Yeah, I guess so,' Faiz and Malcolm agreed.

Soon, after food, water, extra clothes and the classrooms broom stick for emergency purposes was packed up, the 24 students began walking into the forest, leaving behind the clearing. According to thier watches and the hourglass, half an hour passsed already. Thier phones didn't work, there was no line on the island, another point proving that this really could be an island in the sky, or just an island too remote to be close to any radio tower. They continued venturing into the forest, trudging on massive brown leaves and admiring the view. It was quite chilly, and they put on the jumpers they had and continued walking on. Twenty minutes passed.

There was no sign of anyone else on the island. There was suddenly a very bone cutting breeze, and the sound of men shouting and metal crashing reached thier ears. Everyone dropped down instinctively, after this next pile of bushes, something was going on. A fight? It couldn't be. If it was, then, the Survival Game is real.

Russell cleared the leaves away. And then stared in awe. Everyone bent in to look. Malcolm noticed that the hourglass had its sand all the way on the bottom. That means, an hour's up, the Survival Game had already begun. It was a clearing, the trees just stopped growing here. And there it was, the edge of the island, about 50meters away from Russell. They really were on Beacon.

In between the edge and where the 24 students held up, there was four normal looking humans. They were fighting each other. One of them wore a police uniform and was rolling about shooting at the other three. There was one of them wearing completely white clothes and he was dashing about, his feet above the ground, punching and kicking the rest. The other two were doing badly, they both barely wore clothes and looked like wild animals, they were both holding spears and had tattoos all over thier bodies. Bullet wounds and bruises were almost everywhere between the both of them. Out of all, the two wild people, and the policeman seemed normal. Only the guy in the white clothes, he was literally flying above the ground. And his kicks and punches looked extremely powerful.

'So there really is a Survival Game, these are participants as well, that means,' Leon whispered. 'They would want to kill us as well,'

Everyone gasped in realization, when suddenly, the body of the first wild human crashed through the bushes, exposing all of them. Zooming right through them, he smashed his back on a tree behind everyone, there was a sickening crack, and then he slumped down, dead. His pupils slowly turned white. After watching the unnerving sight, everyone turned to look in front of them. The policeman was desperately firing at the remaining zombie-like wild human in the distance, and really close by, was, the guy in the white clothes.

'Well, well, what do we have here?'

The guy in the white clothes cracked his knuckles. Behind him, the policeman and the wild human was in a frenzied death wrestle, each of them strangling each others necks.

'Prepare to die,'

2007-06-19T03:14:00.000-07:00

Chapter 1 = Beacon in the Sky

2007-06-18T06:29:00.000-07:00

this is a SHORT story about my new class! form4Edison!! wooo! haha! remember its short! and don't think i'm giving up on Eternity's Eclipse. its called a BREAK. xD. ahaha! enjoy people! remember, this story is not related to any real life hates of loves. this story will have a VERY HIGH FATALITY RATE and knkow that i didn't kill you on purpose, you just crossed my mind at that time. :p.

The fire was burning ferociously. Its bright orange tongues licked the huddled figures at the end of the class. The 24 students huddled closer and pressed themselves harder on the walls to get away from the intense heat. Form4Edison screamed as the flames advanced. Something was strange about the flame, despite the burning inferno, everyone felt a cold chill inside.

As fast as the flames had appeared, they dissapeared. And what the 24 students saw astounded them. The classroom was unscathed. Even though they got small burns, scrathes and bruises. Everything in the classroom was exactly the way it is. The papers, bottles, bags, books. Everything. The only change was that there were dead insects scattered on the floor. And something else. There was pleasant sunlight sifting through the windows. Thats not how it was before. Another sight made thier jaws drop even further. As they stepped outside expecting to see a burnt corridor with rubbish littered everywhere, they came to a clearing in a giant forest. And the trees were huge. The trunks were bigger than the entire classroom. The leaves looked huge, even thought they were so high up. Winds whipped around. The grass danced. The sun hung high above thier heads.

'Where the heck are we?' Faiz questioned out loud. 'Where are we?!' Yoon Wei shouted. Edric swore. The volume increased at a feverish pace to a fanatical height. And then they hushed suddenly. There was someone in front of them. A normal looking old lady. But everyone was convinced that she wasn't a normal old lady when she began to speak. She had a high voice and a low voice merged together. And if you were to close your eyes, you could'nt point out where she is. Her voice came from everywhere. Whispering in your eat and yelling from a distance at the same time. Everyone stared at the old lady. And once again, thier jaws dropped at what she said.

'Hello, humans,'

'You have obivously realized that you were transported from your original position to this forests, which is not like the forests in your land. As I know that you are confused, I shall explain. ' The old lady said in her strange voice. Everyone whispered to each other. She called us humans? Was she saying that she wasn't human?

'You are on Beacon, an island blasted into the sky thousands of years ago. The ruler of Beacon has reigned over it eternally, since the beggining of the island. In order to keep him entertained, a game called the Survival Game was invented. You're participants,'

Faiz raised his voice to speak but the old lady hushed him.

'The Lord demanded your participation and I must obey. The name of the game is survival. That is all. Now prepare yourselves, I will transport you to The Lord.'

Everyone began rejecting, until the old lady moved with agility that belied her form. Fire sprouted from her hands and she slammed her palms into the ground. The circle of students grew tighter as a ring of fire spraing out around them. The same cold chill returned despite the intense heat. And then there was a bright blue flash.

The next thing everyone knew, they were in a massive hall. Dark blue pillars decorated with carvings of writhing sea serpents and demons were everywhee. In the middle of the room, the roof wasn't there. Sunlight sifted in and fell onto a small, serene pool in the middle of the hall. The old lady was nowhere to be found. Then the pool started rippling. And talking.

'Hello, earthlings. Welcome to my humble abode,'

Russell stepped forward. 'Are you The Lord?'

The pool rippled ten-fold and a shout reached everyone's ears.

'DO NOT SPEAK OF WHICH YOU ARE BOUND TO!'

Then the voice continued after a pause.

'Yes, I am The Lord. Ruler of Beacon. My word is law and you, puny humans, are participants in my Survival Game,'

Everyone was too afraid to speak after The Lord's last outburst. They all remained quiet despite the thousands of questions were tearing at them for answers.

'There are no rules to the Survival Game. The objective is to be the only survivor, out of 900 participants,'

The voice paused. Highlighting the gasps from the children.

'In other words, you have to kill each other,'

More gasps. The Lord's laugh floated into thier ears as they digested the information. They were dealing with a sadist. And strangely the idea creeped into everyone's head, then was forced out immedietly. They were all going to die.

'Good luck, humans. The Survival Game starts in one hour,' And with that, the pool rippled ten-fold again and from it, an hourglass was tossed to Malcolm and he caught it smoothly. 'Happy Killing,'

A ring of fire appeared around them again. The same intense heat, the same cold chill. The old lady and The Lord, they had the same powers? In a flash, they were back at the forest clearing again.

more coming soon! xD.
LucasChen.

Fire and Flying.

2007-06-17T04:18:00.000-07:00

Hola. i am back. but it is not like i was away.

i don't know what happened to my last post. or maybe this computer has made too good friends with cavemen hundreds of years ago to remember what i posted and what i did not. i just answered all my testo's and stuff. and i realize that my blogtitles don't match thier contents. So i am going to attempt to change that.

you know why my blog title today is Fire and Flying? hm. lemme tell you. as i said earlier. i have answered all my testo's and stuff, and i just told Shev=D. that i like FIRE. you wanna know WHY? welll. the thing is. everyone likes fire. it is just something that has no regular shape or form, something that flickers and glows, that awes and amazes those who have not seen it. Come to think of it, FIRE, does not have a state of matter. as we all know, there are three states of matter. gas, in which a certain type of matter that has big spaces between them float or fly, or occupy space, liquid, in which a certain type of matter that has a mediocre space between each particle takes the form of any container it is contained in, and solid, in which a certain type of matter that has extremely little spaces between particles and will not float, fly or take container forms like liquid or gas do. Now think, what is FIRE?

All i know, i that Fire is something other than the ordinary. It glows, gives out heat, and yet it does not match the characteristics of gas, liquid of solid, now thats cool. i don't like it because of the obvious reasons, that Fire destroys, but for flying, i like it for the obvious reasons.

'If I could fly for one hour, in exchange for a year of my life, I would, without regrets, choose to fly,'

It has its obvious reasons. for the power to watch over all. to guide them. and to learn at the same time. to mentor them. it is a divinity far from others, flying is, a drug, if i may say. a drug that hasn't found its way to release itself. it is a valor, valor that destinies would be crushed just to watch one, and the world will be at bay just to feel one. one breath, one taste, one touch, one flight.

sleek, black dark wings with feathers would sprout from my back. they would cast shadows over the hair that covers my eyes. shadows over my black garments. my everything. and when the sun is directly above me, when the wind whips spring in my face, when the grass floats gently in the wind, daffodils dance, daisies leap, when the blue skies yell at me to join them.

I'll fly.

the DarkSide of me.

2007-06-13T03:49:00.000-07:00

Have you ever heard it? The eerie ring of a magnificent golden bell high in the clouds. The sound accompanied by a siren's cry, the sound accompanied by the whistle of winds. Don't you hear it? It rings all the time. Angels who live in the sky ring the huge golden bell, and its surreal echoes travel along the clouds and into the mortal world. They ring it with purpose and reason, with hope. That one day, a fire will rekindle in the hearts of mortals as before. That one day, mortals will no longer be afraid to live.

I hear it all the time. Because I'm not afraid to live. Are you? Even if you deny it, and you don't hear the golden bell's eerie tunes, then you are afraid. But its okay to be afraid, for you are afraid merely subconciously and conciously, you would want not to be afraid any more. The bell will help. I will help. Has mortals forgot how to appreciate the things in life that don't matter?

There are some who reside in this world, at this very moment, who appreciate living. Because? Because thier half dead. How much will it take to get someone to appreciate life? The simplest things? How much will it take to get someone to appreciate taking a walk down the street? Feeling the things you touch. Seeing the things you feel. Hearing the sounds you love. There are some in this world, who appreciate everything. And they are the real humans. For being able to appreciate everything, is a humane feature. Then what have we become?

What have I become?

More than human? Or less? Or not human at all? Consequence comes with reason, as with appreciation and fear. The life that we don't appreciate and fear, will be our undoing. Our unwinding, degrowth, devolution unweaving of time's thread, our degeneration. Then what are we waiting for? Such was the question that I have came to ask myself , after the thinking. The opening of window. Windows to my soul. So I didn't wait anymore. Will you wait longer? Time and tide waits for no one. Tis' like a long distance runner, never waiting for those who fall behind, but never catching up to those who pass it. I have chosen not to be afraid to live. I have heard the music of the heavens, the angel's bell. But have you?

Perhaps in this lifetime, you'll never get to hear it at all. Maybe you'll never ever get to hear it in your entire existance. But with effort, succession is nearly certain. But not the kind of effort that you might precieve. To break the glamour, the black blanket that envolopes the eye, to destroy the fear. One has to believe.

Believe in living.

Those who don't, are doomed to live on the hellish world of today. Where conflict is a constant din in your mind, grief is a mosquito by your ear, and life is the GrimReaper in your face.

I believe in living. When will you believe? I'm waiting for you. But time never does. It seems to speed up as you age. Why? Because it is running out. Atropos awaits to cut your thread. When will you start? How long will you wait? When will you believe?

There. I heard it again. The bell ringing. And with it, every sound on earth, every happy sound, reaches my ears. The sound of children lauging, of the wind whistling, water gently lapping down with a silveryness with that of the metal, the sound of birds chirping, squirrels squeaking, the sound of the angel's laughing. The music of heaven. The symphony of life.

I'm not afraid to live anymore?

Are you?

2007-06-09T08:10:00.001-07:00

yes. my grammar sucked.

I am.

2007-06-09T07:40:00.000-07:00

my poems don't rhyme. xD. damn, :p.

Have I ever lived?
I don't think so.
They say, the moment one is born,
one begins dying.

I am dead.

I have never lived properly,
nor died properly.
If so, then I won't be living nor dying,
and yet,
here I am.

Floating in the endlessness that is eternity,
I see the death,
that lie in wait,
on the stage of the world.

Waiting to take victims who are most unwilling,
rather than take those who wish to die.

Those who survive thier wrath,
suffer pain that mortals can't preceive.

But I don't suffer thier pain,
nor feel what death those to others,
as I said earlier,
I am dead,
but I am not dead.

I live but I don't live.

I breath but I don't

I exist but I don't exist.

I merely die,
but I'm not dead.

I feel the hands of friends passing me,
they brush against the cold hands that is mine,
each touch is a breath I can breath,
each glance is a drop I can drink,
each heartbeat is a second I can live.

But I'm don't die, I'm dead.
I'm don't live, I'm alive.

Until this second,
someone would lead me on,
her stare pierces my shell,
enters my subconcious,
and thaws the ice within.

Her touch melts the cold,
it quenches unquenchable,
fills unfillable.

Her voice lifts the mist.
Her presence reassures I'm still me.

That I don't drift off,
into sleep that lasts forever.

Reassures me that I still am me.
The me that wants to touch things that I don't feel.
The me that wants to listen to things I don't hear.
To understand things I don't comprehend.

The me that wants to be me.

Her blood runs through my body,
and mine hers.

We're together forever like this,
best friends for life.
Best friends for death.

Being with her,
makes me feel real,
makes me feel,
alive.

Have I ever lived?
No, I don't think so.

for the bestestfriend ever, ruyee. i love you.
LucasChen. x).

TODAY.

2007-06-07T07:56:00.000-07:00

Today, is like any normal day. But, Today, i'm typing this in my blog.

You all have obviously noticed the time difference between my last post and the post that you are currently reading. If you've not noticed it yet, means you're not observant enough, if you've noticed it but didn't noticenotice it, your attention span is horreandously low. Now, after falsely judging or possibly insulting you, i will now tell you the reasons why the gap in between the dates of these two posts are considerably large. Actually, reason, not reasons, for there is merely one reason.

and i will not tell you. If you have believed what i said just now, you are too gullible. If you have not believed it, you are too inattentive. If you believed that i will not tell you, then you're downright dumb, there was no reason in the first place.

Now, if you believed this was a post, you'd better admit yourself into a mental institute.

takecare everyone,
:p. lucas.

Jessie Lim!

2007-05-27T05:14:00.000-07:00

I know who is Jessie Lim. She is my friend. A good friend. But she's going to go away sometime soon. So i better say it now.

Biscuits are better than Cheeseburgers. xD.

This post! is a tribute to Jessie! ahaha!

<3>

2007-05-26T08:56:00.000-07:00

haha! i think this is a second post! xD. for my dear abbie who went awayy!!xD.sobs.
lucaschen!

Could it be?
Days like this,
like clouds on pillows,
like rain on the doorstep,
like shapes in the doorway.

Days like this are but illusion,
images of realities that don't exist,
of life that merely persists,
like husks of empty shells,
like fragments of empty souls.

And yet, this day is in front of me eyes,
mirroring my soul,
proclaiming my destiny.

Who could bring such day of days?
Who could summon such joy in spite of reality?
Who could make,
me smile?

The answer is simple,
yet complicated in certain ways.
Answers that warp unto itself,
answers that beguil the truth.

You can.

My life is like a downhill slope,
dragging things down with me,
draining life out of everyting i see,
destroying what i touch.

My life is such.
And yet, you can do such a feat?

Then you would be able to do anything.
Climb any mountain,
swim any sea,
scale any valley,
in merely blinks of an eye.

If you were to leave,
smiling at such times,
would be a luxury unaffordable,
for the rest of eternity.

Days like this,
like clouds on your pillows,
like rain on your doorsteps,
like your shape in the doorway.

Like forever and a day.

for abbie!xD.
lucas.

my raap! xD. Prison. It sucks. my first. xD.

2007-05-26T00:44:00.000-07:00

Prison.

These doors are closin', moanin',
creakin' on its hinges,
hinges worth a thousand words but none of em' worth sayin',
prayin', cravin',
for reasons worth hearin',
reasons why i'm livin', breathin', actin' feelin' like i'm dead,
like i'm made,
of things no ones ever said.
Reality persists,
returning me to false bliss,
false pride,
making me precieve,
that generosities a guide,
never knowing when's opportunity, when's bribe.

so these doors close on me,
life ouside shuts me out,
my loved ones shoot me down,
i never lived lived like this,
never ever will,
but i guess i did,
and i guess i'm payin for it too.

Gods Fool.

2007-05-22T05:36:00.000-07:00

woo! xD. i wrote thiis during chem2. i had too much time. this is dedicated for my FWEN. lauren sien. :p.
lucas.

Gods Fool.

Listen ring-bearers of old,
as I speak of,
legends of the Elder Gods,
perilous and bold.

Destiny, time and fate.
Uncertainty, crime and faith.
Oh, these Gods fooled me once,
making me precieve,
that thier complex rituals,
sophisticated tasks,
beguiled thier beliefs.

It was sadness they resided in,
depression they depended upon,
anger they indulged on.

For becoming a god,
is like heralding the verses,
of the Black Chapters itself,
the screams of the meek,
cries of the innocent.

In my regret,
I had forged myself a path,
a path of hate and rage,
of endless threat.

In my regret,
I had learned Destiny's ways,
studied its secrets,
secrets as black as jet.

I have learned,
the error in my ways,
yearning for things,
only selfishness could bring,
only hunger could fill,
thirst could quench.

But despite the regrets,
of millenia in amplification,
I cannot return,
to what I was before.

For exposure to truth,
was a point of no return,
a malfunction to the time machine,
a dissipation of tomorrow,
I had to pay now.

For sins I didn't commit,
for crimes I didn't enact,
merely guilt that cannot be contained,
the sadness of the Gods,
whose fires can never be put out.

I had to pay,
by stepping down from myself,
abandoning my knowledge,
deserting my solitude,
embracing my curse.

For those who comprehend,
the thoughts of the Great Beyond,
and those who give in,
to the darkness it forges,
are bound to be puppets,
mannequins of invisible destinies.

It was the ultimate price to pay,
as with the ultimate crime to commit,
annihalating guilt with guilt,
exterminating souls with souls,
murdering Gods with Gods.

Bloodwrath and mad rage,
consume deserters, traitors,
as the Elder Gods called them.
But who are the real traitors?
Embodiments of orderly chaos,
or the conciousness of guilt?
The answer is self-explanatory,
like moonlight dancing,
above stagnant water.

Children of the Night,
honour-bound to serve,
the Zenith's invisible purpose.

I had to murder,
closest friends,
best mentors,
in exchange for what I've done.

Bloodwrath, they called it.
A crimson scarlet one would see.
A burning rage one would feel.
A regretful death one would cause.

But it was my fault at first,
gently ascending,
to the City of Clouds,
then descending, on paths so steep,
straight to guilt's punishment.

But what could I have done?
To stop myself,
would be like stopping a Typhoon.
I had to know.
The burning hunger to understand,
secrets of the Great Beyond.
It dragged me to it,
like moth to flame.

Who would understand,
the guilt of the Gods?
No one will.

The pain of thoughts,
impaling vessels of souls.
The regret of subconcious,
sparking conflict of mind.
The guilt of intent,
murdering spirit of heart.

In everyday's eternity,
I forsee darkness,
a blackness which envolopes worlds,
a shadow that blocks life.
Isn't this darkness brought,
by the servants of time itself?
Isn't this evil discovered,
by me?

Then I am predicting,
a doom of my own,
death of my subconcious,
injury to my ethereality.
A doom that I myself caused.
A suicide.

The verses of the Black Chapters,
tear at me,
words of the Book of the Dead,
claw at me.
They herald within me,
against my will,
making me feel like,
my life isn't worth living anymore.

But I had to go on,
for a God has no life,
no death.

A God can't live nor die,
death to them,
is death of mind,
there is no war of physicality,
between Gods,
merely wars of conciousness.

if so,
then living is a curse,
death is a blessing.

But how could one,
who has seen the light,
who has killed billions,
who is a God,
who is I,
die?

I have traversed this journey,
countless of times,
walked down this road of reasoning,
endlessly.

But everytime,
this roadblock,
prevention of intervention,
the block of mind,
halts me from thinking further.

It is at this point,
where I do not care to think anymore.
For possibilities are limited,
opputurnities are fewer,
preffebility are all but none.

My options are only two,
like Siruis in the night,
like Lovebirds in flight.

To kill a million innocent,
or to murder a single friend.

Friends whom I remember,
since the early days,
of my still-pure childhood,
friends I still have,
in the tainted world I have came to know.

Friends whom I see in my dreams.
Friends whom I see in my nightmares.

Friends whose blood,
are on my hands.

What would one chose,
if one had to?
What would one prefer,
if one had to choose?
What would one do,
if Destiny forced them to?

Such is the existence of Destiny,
whose life is suffering,
whose suffering can never end,
whose death will never come.

Destiny, time and fate.
Uncertainty, crime and faith.
Oh, these Gods fooled me once.

Will they fool me again?

for lauren! :D.
lucas. xD.

2007-05-21T03:12:00.000-07:00

Bloodnation's Serenity.
Do they not recall days long gone,
where the time and tide of eternity both belong.
Do they not remember days long past,
where there was rain on the doorstep,
in blood's stead.

could they have forgotten the past,
of children laughter on the wings of purple skies,
of birds chirping on the window,
of trees whispering in the breeze.

is blood all they see?
is blood all i see?
they crawl across my bedsheets,
eyes as black as night.

these tongues of poison,
corrupter of minds,
murderers of soul.

but who could blame them?
for it was a nation of blood where they came from.
where peace was merely a dream,
stead of the blood in reality.

who could blame them?
for it was death they dwelled in.
where cries forge tears,
screams break ears.

who could blame them?
for it is they,
who are blaming us.

for the sufferings they endure,
the weaknesses they possess,
the happiness they lost.

Bloodnation's Serenity.
stead rain,
blood on the window,
who could blame them?

for they are ourselves.

lucas.

no life.

2007-05-20T06:53:00.000-07:00

hm. this is my second post today i think.

i dont care if anyone reads this or not. i dont mind if anyone does though. i kinda gave up explaining why time is relative. its one of those things were it can only be explained in person. and not through blogs such as this. hm. if anyone is reading this, please comment on whether this font is too small. cause i realli dont know whether its too small for you guys. its perfect for me. cause i like small fonts. speaking of fonts. i forgot to change it. i dont know whats the difference between georgia and times new roman. i doubt you even realized that i just changed the font from times new roman to georgia. which i somehow prefer more and have no reason why. it looks exactly the same dosent it? so why change? i dont know. dont ask me. i'm just passing through.

i seriously have nothing to do now. hm. let me tell you what its like to live a day in my shoes. okay? OKAY. well. today is er. um. sunday. yeap sunday. the 20th of may. 2007. i woke up at 10 sumfin i forgot the exact time. i remembered it tho. but i forgot it in the end. my alarm clock isn't realli an alarm clock. its like. a alarm clock/radio. so its looks kinda wierd. but wierd things are cool. so my alarm clock/radio is cool. it has like. the digit forms of time instead of the normal clock thingg with the two hands goin about. hm. well, i woke up around ten.

then i went downstairs. it was deserted. in the house i mean. istrolled out. and i saw my dad reading the paper. he had the lawn chair spun around and he was facing the wall, when he had the view of the oh-so-green garden. he prefered the view of the oh-so-dull wall. hmph. cool huh? yeap. sooo cool. he rested his legs on the wall. i mean not on larh. the wall was attached to the ceiling. and to rest his legs on such walls, he would have to rest his legs on the ceiling which will be realli cool if he could. but he cant. so owell. he pressed his legs against the wall so the chair would tilt back a bit and he can lie down a lil. so i guess its kinda comfy. i said morning. and he said morning and continue reading his paper.

my mum was sitting on the garden floor. the grass larh. she was weeding. durh. typical of her. i didnt saymorning. and she didnt ssay morning. i saw my sis and my bro playing ping pong at the other side. she, as usual was taking advantage of my brothers 'gullibleness' and changing the rules a lil here and there. my bro was just like a puppet. nodding and stuff. but he protests sometimes. and it gets messy. i asked my mum about some stuff. then i went back inside and turned on the computer.. =.=. friendster. msn. strangely. theres only like. 13 people online. its either that no one reali comes online at 10, or my list of contacts is much too short.

after a while. i got bored. then i went to study chem. i'll spare you the grisly details. if i were to explain on what i studeied and how much i absorbed youwould have fallen asleep and your drool would spoil your keyboard. after chem, my mum was like 'EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!' so i went to eat.

lo mai kai. haha. i dont know what its called in english. for those who dont know what it means. i shall attempt to describe what it looks like to you. its like. a lumb of brown rice, with toppings. thats ALL. its quite nice tho. if you would enjoy it. then i ate this egg tart. not paticularly memorable. the real egg tarts are portugese egg tarts. they rock my freaking socks. :D.

then i lazed around. the main thing on my 'list of things to do for today'. which involves tv, guitar, walking around, opening the fridge and then closing it again, opening the pantry and then closing it again, glancing at my phone, use the computer, watch tv, piano. that sorta stuff. i like walking around. my house has this set of tiles thing on the floor. and i like to jump and avoid the black lines. like they were some sort of black lava and the white tiles were pieces of rock. i can do that for like wut, half an hour?? :D. if i have the time larh, which i normally dont.

so i did that until like 3. then i got sick and tired of doing it over and over again. so i looked out the window. depite the fact that it was 3 in the afternoon. the sky was cloudy. it was shady. so something told me it was going to rain. i grabbed the phone and called shaun, my neighbour. we goto guitar classes together, and he's like, form3. he's quite cool, realli enthusiastic about music and stuff. and cycling. which happens to be what i'm enthusiastic about too. so i called him. to go out cycling. when it started to rain..

i sighed. called him again and told him to come over whenever the rains stops. and continued using the comp lazily. then i went to shower. :D. then when i came out, he was there. so we played some guitar, then some piano. you know? those keyboards which can change to tons and tons of different sounds? including precussions? i have one of those. and we used a diskett to record the drum sounds and we composed two songs and fused them together. bloodnations' serenity. we called it. haha. i shall attempt to record it next time.

then, it was about five. so we went out cycling. i am bored now. so i shall spare you most of the details. we cycled until seven. then i came home, ate my dinner. did a bit of addmath. then i typed this out. boring huh? ,,:D.

well. tune in next time. :D. haha. ciao.

lucas.

time is even more relative than i thought it was.

2007-05-19T19:02:00.000-07:00

okay. upon rereading my post. i have realized that the time and light thing i have stated has gone horribly wrong. as some of you guys may have noticed also. xD. my bad. so i shall state it again. but anyhoo, up till that gravity part, facts were still correct. okay. ishall resume my 'mood' continueing from the previous moment. people who are reading this post first instead of the other, please continue reading. xD. it wont spoil anything. the first one went horribly wrong. but obviously saying that would draw you to read it. =D. oh and, i forgot to say earlier. hello everyone.

okay. we all know that light travels 300,000km per second right? now how many seconds are there in a minute? 60. correct? then how many minutes are there in an hour? 60 x 60. right? how many hours are there in a day. 60 x 60 x 24. how many days are there in a week. 60 x 60 x 24 x 7. how many weeks are there in a month. 60 x 60 x 24 x 7 x 4. how many months are there in a year? 60 x 60 x 24 x 7 x 4 x 12. do the math. that shows the number of seconds that past during the year. 29030400 seconds a year. the number ain't big enough for you?

well, its going to be, remember how i said earlier? that light travels 300,000km per second? okay. to get how many km light travels in a year, you get this equation. 300,000 x 29030400. which equals to 8.70912 x 10^12. for those who dont know what this answer means, (usually form1, 2, and 3s), this form of answer is called standard form, a shortened version of an answer, the answer capable of your comprehension would be this : 8709120000000km. big ain't it? see how time connects with light? in this situation. scientists call this phenomanle distance a lightyear. as some of you may know.

fiy, our galazy alone spans millions and millions of lightyears apart. millions. and how many galaxies are there in the universe? BILLIONS. the universe is all-encompassing. it is massive. which also proves that there are other intelligent life in this universe besides us. heck, there may be even a multiverse. anyway, i have to go now (again.). i have chem to study for. haha. :D.

lucas. xD. take care. peace out.

time is relative.

2007-05-18T23:40:00.000-07:00

hello.

as the title suggests, that is my idea of time. some people may disagree with me and others may agree with me. but dont ask me, i dont know either. its just an idea. a belief. hm. its the first time i'm trying out this blog thing. i have one already, on xanga. but that ones saved up for my story. you can go over there and check it out if you want to, as of today, it is currently at chapter21. www.xanga.com/nether91.

but. as xanga is saved up for my story. there was no where for me to have emo ramblings. xD. i mean my ramblings are not as emo as the others whom i can name out, but i'd just like to put down my thoughts. and feelings sometimes. and well. since i'm using this for the first time, i dont know whether the font is too tiny or whatever. so dont blame me if your eyes start decieving you and you start hallucinating about stuff. or nightmares. that sorta thing.

as a first post. i'd like to state my idea, or belief that time, is not just something that exists eternally.

to me. time is relative. and relative in terms of what? i hear you say. relativity is defined as something (time, for example) which cannot be explained exactly nor literally but can be related and compared to something else to explain what it means. that, to me is relativity. time is not merely a substance to weigh everyday chores on. as most people may think, time is a long-distnace runner, for instance. unrelentless in efforts to outrun opponents who are too slow. it runs continuesly, restlessly, never stopping to wait for anyone. everyone thinks that way dont they? well almost every one.

when people say ohh? whats the time now? i'm late. and the person that person is asking replies. oh, its 2.49pm now. great. the person who asked says. i'm late. but do time really works that way? can people ask about time just like that? i think theres more to time. much more than anyone can imagine. time is a universal feature. in no matter which universe (assuming that theres a multiverse) the time should be the same in all universes. but time is being warped onto itself as we are speaking. well, i am speaking right now.

acording to einsteins theory of relativity, which i have painstakingly 'attempted' to comprehend but failed miserably, time is relative to him too. it was not only a belief. it was a reaality to him. he stated, that time in all universes (assuming that there is a multiverse again) would be the same no matter where you stood. but factors that can bend time are causing them to be different. factors such as.

gravity.

you cant believe it? can you? that gravity can bend time. but in fact. in fact, readers of my blog. (i like saying that :D), gravity does bend time. we just dont see it happening. gravity even bends light. some say light and time are related. are they? i think they are.

as one would understand. light travels 300,000km in a second. now tell me, how many seconds are there in one minute? 60 x 60? how many minutes are there in an hour? 60 x 60 x 60? how many hour are there in a day? 60 x 60 x 60 x 24 right? now tell me, how many days are there in a week? 60 x 60 x 60 x 24 x 7. approximately how many weeks are there in a year? 60 x 60 x 60 x 24 x 7 x 52. the number is big enough isnt it? well let me tell you. this is the aprroximate number of seconds that occur in a single year. and how much might that be? 72576000. this is the approximate number of seconds that occur in a single year. ain't big enough for you? remember how i said that light travels 300,000km in a second? well. whats 725760000 x 300000? do the math. 2.17548 x 10^14. standard form. for you people who dont understand standard form. the number i just stated means 217548000000000. thats the approximate amount of kilometeres that light travels in a year. scientists has decided to call this eternal distance a'lightyear'.

see how time and light relates to each other? i shall continue on this topic another time. for i have to go now. :D. peace out everyone.

lucas.xD.