Walk in, and never come back. Until you paid.

Wait

2009-12-25T17:18:00.002+08:00

Happy Xmas everybody!! An announcement to make: posts would not be continued here anymore. After the wikia is settled, all the posts would be done there, and this blog would die, save a few posts on updates here and there. So enjoy this while you still can!

Wait

Monday, 17 January, 2017. 1801hrs.

Australia

As the brilliant sun sets from the back of the car, the group received the army of Voids that charged towards them. Celine was busy distracting and finishing off the weaker Voids, Uthares using his Cross, the CrossLore, to shoot down aerial targets, and Arche was busy with creating shockwaves of damage, decimating the enemy.

Catherine stood, a lonely figure midst the defenders. She desperately wanted to have a part in the fighting, yet she sensibly knew that she had no use in the battle, and stayed back.

Suddenly, Arche snapped the two katanas he was holding and concentrated on the single, long blade. A white aura was pulsating around Arche, and they solidified, gathering on the blade, before forming a large sphere of power in an instant, booming out and the air was filled with the sharp taste of ice. The power suddenly broke apart, turning into shards of white lightning, and it crashed down on many Voids, disintegrating them.

“Not a bad for a day, is it?” Uthares said over the noise of the explosions. “We’ve rescued two girls, saved a university dorm full of students, and now we’re finishing up a mob of Voids off.” “Yeah, more than what you’d do anyway.” Arche agreed with him, smiling at the count of their achievements for the day.

“Speaking of which, don’t you find the mob not decreasing?” Celine asked, wondering if there was an end to the flood of Voids, in which the two guys seem to be half-heartedly fighting. “Good point. It seems that all we’re doing is to hold them off, with these numbers that they have. I think… there must be a Factory nearby.”

“A factory?” Catherine asked. She was new to this dark, nightmare-filled world that she had a peek into four years ago. “You know, the kind that produces stuff… just that these produce Voids, and are contained there. It poses a danger to the neighbourhood, and we‘re here to finish it.” Arche explained. “Sorry to disturb, but it seems to me that we’re barely holding them off here.” Celine pointed out, which made sense.

“There are several reasons: one, its because we should be ambushing the Factory, not standing here and letting them corner us. Two, we cannot really go all out when you ladies are here. Three, there was a delay and detour when we rescued you two, and we cannot carry out with the ambush itself, and lastly, actually Catherine’s aura is attracting all of these Voids.”

“What?” Catherine asked. So she was the cause of how Celine came to be? How Celine placed her life on the line almost every night? “Unfortunately, this is true. Your aura-- the aura of light-- is gold in colour. By the way, I can see them. This gold aura of yours makes nearby Voids excited, as you see, these auras are meant to be so.”

“Meant to be?” the explanations were getting more and more out of hand, and are hinting at something bigger than this world of Voids.

“You see, you have the ability to manipulate light. Not that you actually know of it, but one of these light manipulators, Lightbinders as we call them, exist unknowingly after the last Lightbinder has died. So, technically, the only alive who knows how to play with light is you. And one of your age, and has so little contact with actual Voids, and no combat experience, is practically never seen. You see, Lightbinders are hunted down-- literally, by the Voids. To survive to a stage where they can learn fighting is already a miracle, and these fighters… are the most powerful there are.”

“You mean, I can fight?” Catherine’s hopes of joining the fight was alive, and she already longed to fight beside her beloved.

“Not yet.” Arche dashed his hope, speaking casually under the circumstances (which was holding off a killer army with nothing else in their minds but to kill. Just so you know.), and continued his explanation on the mysterious and rare group ,”You see, your powers are locked up using powerful enchantments. You… have not even broke past the first lock, so your combat abilities are nil. I should be able to help you break the seal…”

“Then what are you waiting for?!” Catherine practically screamed. She wanted to join the fight so badly. She wanted to at least, be able to do something.

“Um… I don’t think anyone can crack a code, ten centuries old, while holding off a bunch of killers, right? Be patient. I will break that seal.” Arche said soothingly, trying not to aggravate her unstable mental condition. She calmed down a little, but the impatience was almost unbearable for her. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched two of the people she so loved risking their lives so much, and even a complete and total stranger was protecting her… it was too much for her to handle.

“I think I can start on breaking your seal within five minutes.” Arche said, smiling brightly.

“Really?” she sniffed.

“And how? I’m not thinking of holding this much off by myself. That flat-chested fire girl over there isn’t much of a help, you know.” Uthares complained.

“Hey! Who are you calling flat-chested?! I’m a …” Arche cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “Both of you, quit your whining. Who ever said I’m going to leave you all fighting like this? The rest of the squad is coming.”

“Rest of the what?” Catherine’s question was mostly drowned in a massive boom of music, knocking out half of the Voids.

“Rest of the Demigod squad. Including me and Uthares, they are the thirteen best young fighters you can find. Now let me take a look at your seal.” Eleven blurry figures stood in the distance, pointed out by Arche. He then turned his attention to Catherine, and drew up energy. A rush of excitement ran through Catherine; finally, her wait was over.

Don't worry

2009-12-18T17:00:00.004+08:00

Don't worry, it's still punctual this time.

Don’t worry
Monday, 17 January, 2017. 1947hrs.
Australia

“Uthares, your job.” Arche calmly said, and hit a red button, where a small barrel emerged from the roof of the car and a soft clicking sound from the left side of the car.

“Roger that.” Uthares seems to be in a serious mood right now, as he concentrated on the barrel, and a trigger on the side of the door, acting to launch bullets from a propelled flying gun over the top of the car. Uthares targeted he Voids that were pulling forward, and shot them down.

Meanwhile, Arche was driving the car like a madman, accelerating at an unbelievable pace, yet the engine was not too loud, only producing a steady hum, barely noticeable with the jazz music playing from a local station, and the impending explosions of the Voids.

The two girls were continuously taking nervous glances at the back of the car while the two guys concentrated on the more practical business of trying to get rid of the Voids. “Um… can we really shake them?” Catherine’s voice quavered.

“Nope. Not a chance.” Arche said confidently. He was even smiling. All three of them were puzzled. Even Uthares, who was fixated on the sniping of flying Voids, stopped and turned to look at him. “What?” Uthares asked, and the same question was written over the girls’ faces. “We kill them all.” he announced.

Arche pulled to a violent stop in the middle of the road, turning ninety degrees before the car skidded to a car. “Jump ship, and form a half-circle around Catherine. I’m taking the dead front.”

The assembly process took ten seconds in grand total. Arche grinned as he faced down the impending flying horde. Uthares pulled out the bow-crossbow hybrid again, and started polishing it. Celine rubbed her hands, sparks flicking from the rubbing. Catherine was the only one, standing close to the car, doing nothing. Looking at the trio, waiting for them.

“Just watch us. Just look at how we fight.” Arche grinned at Catherine, who seemed a bit afraid of the impending skirmish.

“Hey Allen!” Catherine said, blushing. “Yes, Cat? And by the way, I’m now Arche.” Arche replied, shifting his gloves. “Don’t die,” she said.

“Well, I came back right?” Arche said. “This time… this time I’ll not die. I’d learnt to protect you in the last four years. Don’t worry!”

Don't worry

2009-12-18T17:00:00.001+08:00

Don't worry, it's still punctual this time.

Don’t worry
Monday, 17 January, 2017. 1947hrs.
Australia

“Uthares, your job.” Arche calmly said, and hit a red button, where a small barrel emerged from the roof of the car and a soft clicking sound from the left side of the car.

“Just watch us. Just look at how we fight.” Arche grinned at Catherine, who seemed a bit afraid of the impending skirmish.

“Hey Allen!” Catherine said, blushing. “Yes, Cat? And by the way, I’m now Arche.” Arche replied, shifting his gloves. “Don’t die,” she said.

“Well, I came back right?” Arche said. “This time… this time I’ll not die. I’d learnt to protect you in the last four years. Don’t worry!”

Extra I: the cut scenes

2009-12-17T14:14:00.003+08:00

Extra I: the cut scenes

Somewhere,
four years ago, the day after they announced their love,

Allen’s and Catherine’s first date

“Hey, you’re late!” Catherine pouted, looking at Allen sulkily, dissatisfied with the fact that Allen was late for his first date.

“My bad. I was getting you this…” Allen dangled two sliver necklaces, both of which were limited edition lovers’ necklaces, with a heart-shaped frame.

“Took me a damn long time to get these, and they ain’t cheap either.” Allen grinned as her grouchy face turned into one of pure joy. Obviously, the necklaces were the talk of the town, and they cost a bomb. Yet, she was bowled over by such a romantic gift at their first date, which made her instantly forget that Allen was actually late.

“You baka, you don’t have to do this…” she blushed, grabbing one of the necklaces and turning around, skirt swirling and shimmering. Catherine wire a long white dress with exquisite crystals embroidered on, complete with a hot pink cap. Allen donned a long-sleeved white shirt with a pair of maroon jeans.

Abruptly grabbing her hand, Allen pulled her into a nearby photo booth and snapped many photos, where after fifteen minutes of tickling, poking, screaming, giggling and a general whale of a time, they emerged from the booth, albeit red-faced and carrying a bag of photos, they sat down at a corner of the street, picking for the best pictures to be framed in the necklace.

After carefully cutting and inserting the pictures, they put on the necklaces and off they went, on their first date.

The couple held hands as they went to different places for the whole day, shopping, taking photos, going to places that usually couples would only go. They reveled in the new idea of them being an official couple; after all, word already got out that they were an item. They went for lunch at a fancy restaurant, with the candles and all, and for their dinner, Catherine had a better idea than a candlelit dinner.

“Man, you’re right. We can see all the stars here.” Allen said, as he gazed off into the sky that glittered with countless stars. It was one of Catherine’s favourite haunts; she went to this secret, unspoiled beach, where there was no one else, just them two, bags at a corner, looking at the starry night, sharing a boxed dinner. After finishing the dinner, a little talk, they just sat there, watching the night sky, till the sun came up the next day.

One step closer, One step further.

2009-12-07T15:43:00.003+08:00

One step closer, One step further.

Monday, 17 January, 2017. 1931hrs.

Australia

“You two know each other?” were the shocked replies of both blond people (by the way, Celine‘s also blonde) after two minutes, where they just stood and gazed at the two lovers’ reunion.

“Long story,” Arche muttered to the guy, and introduced him to them. “Celine, Catherine, this is Uthares Stormwrath, my right-hand man. Uthares, this is Catherine, and that is Celine.”

“So she’s the one attracting all those trouble,” Uthares said jokingly to Catherine, his blue eyes sparkling, as if it was charged with electricity.

“We really shouldn’t stand here like this. At this rate, they are gonna send more reinforcements to deal with us.” Arche said sensibly and impatiently, and directed the two girls to the carpark, where after the impromptu evacuation after the Voids, was empty save an oversized black sports car. At first, it seems to look like any other fancy car, but running through similar models and makes, Celine, an avid sports car fan, realised that it was not of any model that she had known of. In fact, there wasn’t even a licence plate on!

‘Private-owned, self made car. Pretty sleek, right?” Arche said to the currently befuddled Celine, as if he could read her mind. That made her even more bewildered. Is the guy psychic? It made her even more curious on who this guy is, and how did he become her best friend’s boyfriend and holding hands now.

“You two, hop in.” Arche commanded Celine and Uthares, telling them to go to the back seat. After a few shoves and jostles to get the best position, Arche and Catherine hopped in, with Catherine at the right. As soon as Arche sat into the car, it powered up on itself, and it lighted up a spacious, velvet-seated interior, with gadgets, buttons, notches and switches lining the sides and the dashboard, making the whole thing looking more like a spaceship than an actual car.

Slamming the ergonomic gear into reverse and hitting the throttle fully, the car forcefully lurched backwards, and Arche confidently served the wheel to the left, and just before they hit the pillar from the prestigious archway of their university, he shifted his gear to forward and the car blasted away, into the night sky.

Even though the whole process might seem fast and disorientating, the passengers in the car seems not to feel like so, due to the G-force absorbers present around the car and on the seats, so as to reduce shock when it gets up to speed. He was already doing eighty kilometres on the street, and he was only in third gear. The tachometer was digital, showing both the numerical numbers and the bar gauge itself on a LCD screen. When Catherine caught a glimpse of it, she suddenly felt afraid that the speed might be too much, when suddenly, a small alarm beeped somewhere in the car.

“What is that?” Celine asked, awe still present in her voice.

“Bad news.” Arche said, brows creasing together, and tugging at a never-seen before ponytail. “Very bad news.”

Catherine, Celine and Uthares took a look from the rear windscreen. What they saw were a fleet of flying Voids, all headed towards them. Celine gulped. Suddenly, the car did not feel very big anymore.

2009-12-04T17:33:00.001+08:00

When Lovers Meet
Monday, 17 January, 2017. 1920hrs.
Australia

A man in a black coat strolled down the university hallways as if he owns it.
Behind him, a blond, short-haired girls followed, wearing a skimpy leather suit, and looking a bit beat up.

The two people headed purposefully towards a girl, already sleeping in her room. But, as they reached the entrance of the building, chaos erupted. From the gate where they came by, a great flood of Voids literally poured in through the front gate. He whispered to Celine ,”Find Catherine and bring her to me.

Without so much as a warning, he then leaped onto the second storey’s floor. The half-asleep people in the dormitory screamed in fear as the saw the approaching monsters. Arche shouted over the commotion,“Don‘t worry people! This is perfectly normal, please calm down, before… oh who cares.”

Suddenly, his wrists glowed white. Well, after closer observation, it was not the wrists, but the sleeveless gloves that he is wearing that is doing the glowing. From the glowing light, a longbow was formed, also glowing at first, but the light faded, and in his hand lay a solid bow. When the impending Voids arrived, he pulled the bowstring, and as if by magic, an arrow appeared on the longbow, and he launched the arrow, hitting the leading Void square in the face, where it promptly exploded. He then launched a succession of arrows, all of which found its target, and brought down the Voids in an instant.

However, the fight was far from over. Just as the first wave was killed by Arche, a second came over, bigger than the last one, both in numbers and in size. Still, Arche continued to fire, without care of the increasing numbers. Suddenly, the bow disappeared, and two pistols formed in his hand, providing more firepower. Yet, all of these could not stop the inevitable from happening in such a massive scale invasion, and the Voids pushed through.

A wild crack of thunder suddenly flashed from the ceiling, even though the night sky was clear, and a glass panel would be shielding any would-be lightning. Three more freak flashes of thunder hit the Voids, burning all of the hit Voids into burnt crisps. Another larger flash hit the ground, away from Voids and pretty close to Arche, where from there, a suave yet scarred young man emerged from the impossible flash of lightning.

“Took you long enough,” grumbled Arche, and he did a graceful backflip, and landed on the first storey again, where the pistols evaporated like smoke, and he literally drew two swords out of himself, and charged at the army. Meanwhile, the young man on top pulled out from a holster, a weird-looking bow-crossbow hybrid, and just like Arche’s gloves, the bow-crossbow also started glowing, but this time, it glowed light blue and the surroundings crackled of electricity. From the mouth of the bow-crossbow came rapid-fire light blue arrows, each arrow finding its target, as accurate as Arche has been. Meanwhile, Arche was dancing under the platform, and the two katanas he drew out were slicing through all the Voids nearby like a knife through soft butter.

As more and more people emerged from their dormitory rooms to watch the two men fend off an army, Celine had trouble waking, and then pulling Catherine to where the two men were killing Voids. When they were there, they had to wait patiently for the two men to finish their business. Arche’s and the other man’s back was toward the two girls almost all the time, and Catherine could not catch a glimpse of their faces.

When the seemingly endless stream of Voids finally ended, the other man hopped down the platform, joining Arche to walk towards the two girls. Catherine gave a gasp; she recognised the face from four years ago, a guy that should have died.

“Allen!” she shouted, tears in her eyes, and went forth to hug the man with the black coat. He returned the hug, and asked with emotion ,”How have you been, Catherine?”

The Man Who Returned from Death

2009-11-27T21:18:00.002+08:00

Btw, its part two already. sad face :(

The Man Who Returned from Death
Monday, 17 January, 2017. 0856hrs.
Australia

Celine

“Hey Celine, what happened to you? You’ve been looking tired of late,” Catherine said, concern showing clearly in her bright brown eyes.

“Oh, I’m fine, just… you know, the studies, the tests… never were very good at them, so extra hard work is needed, especially since my grades are slipping…” Celine said, a weak smile plastered on her pale face, with etches of tiredness showing on her face. Despite her excuses, she knew that she cannot hide the truth from her much longer. Her ‘study sessions’ are usually involving blasting away Voids, and the continual usage of her powers has been extremely draining on her. She has already fainted twice; luckily, both times she was alone in her room, and recovered quickly after. Yet, above all these, she was still worrying about one thing: lately, she has caught glimpses of a man, in a large black leather overcoat. Around him was an inexplicable aura of blinding white light, and the Voids will not dare go close to him. A worrisome thought crosses her mind that if the man is not fighting the Voids…

“Hello? Celine to Earth? “ Catherine was waving her hand at her face while she was spacing out. She flinched as she noticed her hand, and stepped back before she noticed what was happening.

“Oh, sorry. Thinking about this guy…” she smiled at Catherine again, and she was (unfortunately) telling the truth.

“Ohh… Its been long since some guy caught your attention, Miss Single. And the last guy you went out with…” she teased her.

“Had a mental breakdown seven minutes after I agreed to date him. Well, it wasn’t my fault on that, right?” she shrugged, thinking back on the poor soul who gotten convinced that she was hot, and she really was… and freaked out when he saw the Voids.

“Just like you,” Catherine said, smiling once again after Celine displayed some of her usual character. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late for our lessons if we don’t hurry.” Pulling Celine’s hand along, Catherine dragged her to her next lesson of Greek literature.

After six hours of boring lessons and four more hours of hanging around in the basketball court, watching Catherine trash the hell out of the school players, she went back to the dormitory, where she changed into her usual black outfit. Leather straps, albeit revealing, as she always thought, but they are not as easily cut up or burnt like the other types of clothing. She tightened the last strap on her and got ready to receive whatever Voids that might be coming tonight.

When she saw the impending force, she froze in her tracks. It was at least three times more than what she usually handled, even with the increasing numbers, and all of them are twice the size of her.

She gulped. It was not good odds, but she willed herself to fight: to protect Catherine, who is already safely sleeping in her bed. Flames ignited from her palm, and she threw the fireball out. It hit the nearest Void with no particular effect. She panicked; if that did not even damage the Void, she stood no chance against so many of them. Her mind raced into overdrive mode. She gathered all her power and concentrated a large stream of fire on the same Void. The Void certainly was injured, but it did not do so much as flinch. She was now drenched in sweat already; both sweat from the exertion of her powers and cold sweat from the fear of those… things. The same Void turned to head for her; she panicked, and tripped over something, and she lay on the ground, helpless against the impending disaster.

Just when the looming Void was about to sweep her away, the arm got cut off. Yes. The arm just went flying another direction.

“Geez, I really thought you could at least kill one of those. Well, you’re a rogue wizard, right? Celine, if I’m not mistaken.” a man’s voice, supposedly teenage-sounding, made himself clear that he saved her life.

The man in the black coat has finally appeared. With a sword in a hand and the black coat flapping in the wind, he looked like a god.
Thirty seconds later, all of the Voids lay dead. And by the looks of it , he has yet to even break a sweat. She did not suspect him now, only a overwhelming desire to know who he was.

“Man, you haven’t even stood op? Here.” the man reached out his hand, showing a face that was strong and boyish-looking, looking no older that how he sounded. She wondered that how on earth would a teenager of her age carry so much power with him. She’d first expected a dawdling old man in his fifties to carry such a power, but this was a far cry from what she had expected.

“Arche Vixen Skywalker, at your service. And quick, there’s another bunch of them coming to the school.”

Death and flight

2009-11-22T09:41:00.002+08:00

Sorry :P I'm late
Death and flight
Friday, 13 April. 0234hrs.
Singapore

Catherine

In life there usually is one thing that you would want to avoid or skip completely.

For Catherine, it is the scene she is currently witness to: two men fighting for their lives, one of theirs nearly spent.

Allen wanted her to leave; she refused, and chose to stick with him, watching the cruel one-sided fight.

“Run, Cat! What are you doing?” Allen’s ragged voice broke the silence, sparks flying in the air as he parried another strike, seemingly effortlessly by the bad guy in a top hat with some weird name…

“I’ll wait a while more. This play is getting boring.” the bad guy said, his previous words still resonating in her head like a bad nightmare, shaking her.

“Run, you hear me, Cat, run! Don’t get near me!” Allen was emphasising the exact thing Catherine was not wanting to do. Tears was, once again, flowing freely, yet there was no tall guy to hug him, comfort him. There was only a live horror play, making her feel like crying even more.

Allen blocked another hit, but the force of it pushed him back at an impossible distance, all the way back to Catherine, standing three metres back. Catherine rushed over to help her up.

“I doubt I can survive this. Do not choose to stick with me. Run. Live on your life, at least as a part of me.” Allen whispered into her ear, her tears dripping onto his face.

“Don’t cry,” he said, voice turning hoarser with every second, “You don’t look nice is you cry.”

She smiled sadly; wiping away her tears from her face, trying to look at him, when he saw that he was smiling too. Smiling at their last time together.

He forced himself to stand up again, using the chipped blade to push himself up, where she ran, and he stood.

A blade moved impossibly fast, and it Allen’s heart. Pulling out the blade, he looked for Catherine, but the crying girl had already left. Living on for him.

2009-11-14T14:47:00.009+08:00

WHAT WAS YOUR:
1. Last beverage: Coke Zero, Cutting down on the fats.
2. Last phone call: Forgot.
3. Last text message:Mister Tan: I'm back home!

4. Last song you listened to: Away from the Sun- 3 doors down
5. Last time you cried: Uhhh. seriously forgot. Perhaps some time after the NSC thing...

HAVE YOU EVER:
6. Dated someone twice: FOR GOD'S SAKE, I HAVEN'T EVEN DATED YET!!!!
7. Been cheated on: Same answer as above.
8. Kissed someone & regretted it: Same answer as above. This is getting pathetic.
9. Lost someone special: Yes. Unfortunately.
10. Been depressed: many times.
11. Been drunk and threw up: hangovers, no throwing up. Even if there is, would you be able to remember?

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:
12. Black
13. Grey
14. White
(I is monochrome!!)

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)
15. Made a new friend: sure. All of you buds out there, hi!
16. Fallen out of love: this is depressing me. No.
17. Laughed until you cried: the reverse had happened. Sad face:(
18. Met someone who changed you: Most of the people I met changed me!!! For better or worse, I shall not go into that.
19. Found out who your true friends were: Most them are. Yays!
20. Found out someone was talking about you: Not yet, and I'm not asking for any now...
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: I is officially depressed. No.
22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Uhhh.. is there any other way? apart from creepy chat sites?
23. How many kids do you want to have: 10!!!! 5 males and 5 females, to form basketball teams!!!
24. Do you have any pets: Nope. Hopefully a few cats in the future.
25. Do you want to change your name: Ache Vixen Skywalker? No thanks. Lemme think of a better one first.
26. What did you do for your last birthday: Avery style Rock Band PARRRRTAY!
27. What time did you wake up today: 11 am. Bloody hell, I stayed up till 4 for fun.... this is what happened. I was late for the 11 to 1 tuition. Obviously.
28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Working on my wiki, trying to type my story, to no avail...
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: I is a patient man. I wait for everything properly. Except maybe for someone to post a comment.
30. Last time you saw your Mother: I wish it was never.
31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: the (bloody) girl that wouldn't fall in love with me. If you read this, do not get turned down by the word bloody.
32. What are you listening to right now: Away from the sun- 3 doors down. It's on repeat.
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: If you are Tom, say hi to me.
34. What's getting on your nerves right now: a few shouting teenagers
35. Most visited webpage: onemanga!! onemanga rules!
36. Whats your real name: forgot,
37. Nicknames: Dun wan to remember.
38. Relationship Status: No life.
39. Zodiac sign: Scorpio. I'd prefer a cat or something like that, but the ancient people must not have heard of them. Or saw any stars in the shape of a cat.
40. Male or female?: Male,
41. Elementary?: I am a compound thing. Not elementary.
42. High School?: the high from drugs?
43. College?: you want call who? tell me number i help you call
44. Hair colour: black
45. Long or short: Long
46. Height: 175cm
47. Do you have a crush on someone?: I dun wan crush the person leh...
48: What do you like about yourself?: nothing.
49. Piercings: Hoping to get a few earrings...
50. Tattoos: yes. there are numerous moles on my body.
51. Righty or lefty: lefty

FIRSTS :
52. First surgery: Cut myself while chopping onions
53. First piercing: somewhere when i was born and someone poked my umbilical cord...
54. First best friend: All of mah frens are besties:)
55. First sport you joined: Basketball
56. First vacation: Cameron Highlands in my mum's womb...
58. First pair of trainers: Brooks? Forgot.

RIGHT NOW
59. Eating: Who eats and blogs at the same time?
60. Drinking: thirsty!!
61. I'm about to: go crazy with the questions.
62. Listening to: So many questions, deaf already
63. Waiting on: HUH? CANNOT HEAR! SPEAK LOUDER! OR SKIP THE REDUNDANT QUESTIONS!

YOUR FUTURE :
64. Want kids?: Another repeat. they just trying to make up the numbers.
65. Get Married?: Definitely.
66. Career?: Writer, basketball player, famous guy, etc.

WHICH IS BETTER :
67. Lips or eyes: Eyes. Always.
68. Hugs or kisses: Kisses. Hugs can go.. deeper.
69. Shorter or taller: Doesn't matter.
70. Older or Younger: should be same age lar
71. Romantic or spontaneous: relaxed
72. Nice stomach or nice arms: nice, uh... eyes?
73. Sensitive or loud: Everything.
74. Hook-up or relationship: relationships are better.
75. Trouble maker or hesitant: both.

HAVE YOU EVER :
76. Kissed a stranger: I'll try not to.
77. Drank hard liquor: I might have to sit in juvie if I say it....
78. Lost glasses/contacts: many. Careless guy
79. Sex on first date: "sobs in corner with all the dark effects"
80. Broken someone's heart: I break your leg then you know
82. Been arrested: a few times, they said I look like Mas Selamat
83. Turned someone down: Quite a few. I try not to.
84. Cried when someone died: Nope. I is cold-hearted as well.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
86. Yourself: on-and-off
87. Miracles: a few
88. Love at first sight: nope. unfortunate for the girl though. the only chance (if they even think about it) has gone.
89. Heaven: nope. only space, and more space. plus a couple of billion galaxies here and there.
90. Santa Claus: the sandy clause?
91. Kiss on the first date: "threatens to hang myself"
92. Angels: In my life, all the time.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: " hangs myself, realise I cannot die that way"
95. Did you sing today?: Sang along to All my life my Foo fighters. Sounds wierd and err... wrong.
96. Ever cheated on somebody?: "plastinates myself " (google the word if u dunno)
97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: One hot and steamy night.... ok, just kidding. I wan the NSC days back in.
98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: I live life straight, but.... it should be the day where Hiok Hng left... never got to say goodbye...
99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: nope. I rather welcome it "with a smile while cutting my wrists"
100. Posting this as 100 truths?: Question is, how many do you want?

His Last Stand

2009-11-14T14:47:00.001+08:00

Stand where?

His Last Stand
Friday, 13 April. 0231hrs.
Singapore

Walker

His pants of air was thick in the air.
The sword was gripped tightly with both hands, moving slightly with every shuddering breath.
The abdomen’s wound still has blood dripping from it, and the spear was still lodged to him.
His whole body was bloodied; with both his and the enemy’s blood, looking like a satanic mage.
Yet, the glint in his eyes clearly revealed a warrior, fighting for both Catherine’s and his life.
The dead Seconds and Thirds lie in an uneven, elevated circle around him, all dead, corpses piling up.
Catherine was behind Allen, out of the ring, yet never out of his heart.

A man, now known as the world’s most powerful man, wearing a full-black tuxedo, complete with a top hat, stood in front of this pair, eyeing them lazily.

“Another… one?” Allen muttered.

“Oh no, not just any other one. The Reaper itself, has come after the life of your… err… girlfriend.” the man said loudly, pronouncing his intentions clearly to both of them. In a flash, the man disappeared, appearing again behind Catherine, hands on her throat.

With his remaining strength, Allen dashed towards him, blade aimed directly at his throat. The man had to lose his grip, and sidestep to avoid the blade.

“Now now now, it wouldn’t do any good if you keep this up with me. Treasure your life well, and let all of us do our jobs.” the man coolly said, a shade of anger outpouring, and made a second move for Catherine.
This time Allen was prepared; he swung the bade at him just before the man reached her, and the man amazingly, stopped the blade with his bare hands.

“Do you know a person by the name of Wolfgang Lazarus? He is a man that wishes to control the world… by wiping out humanity.” Even the sobbing Catherine turned around to pay attention. “By … ah, exploiting humans’ weaknesses, normal humans with a thirst: a thirst for lust, money, power, they can find satisfaction by joining the group known as the Voids. Technically, these people will have to give up their souls for it, but it should be worthwhile, especially for them… and him, of course, who controls them. Their souls can attain things unimaginable when they are in their mortal bodies. Of course, a little pain is expected from the process, but who actually will care, if they can enjoy what they want afterwards?”

Allen, once again, shocked everyone in the scene by moving faster than the previous time, targeting him again, yet he deflected his blade with a simple flick of his finger, which even pushed him back. His lack of strength and blood caused him to fall on the asphalt ground, and Catherine rushed to help him.

“You all might want to know: how do I know him so well? The reason is very simple. I am him.”

Allen whispered to Catherine ,”Run away. I will hold him off.”

Catherine almost cried out ,”No! You… your’e gonna die! I cannot leave you here!”

Allen rose up from her arms, sword still in hands, ready to fight. “This is my fight as a man, and for my promise to protect you. Now go. Or I will personally settle the “run away” part.” A smile still played on his face; which Catherine thought will be the last she sees of him before the two men, Allen and Lazarus in deadly combat.

* By the way, Lazarus is a name that I came up on my own, but if you Google or Wiki it, it writes that Lazarus is a man that has been reborn by God… I dunno if that is going to be part of my story… but it could be used as character development!! And such a coincidence as well.*

A Man's Pride

2009-11-06T18:34:00.001+08:00

Relax, it's not mine.

A Man’s Pride
Friday, 13 April. 0225hrs.
Singapore

Catherine

“You able to walk?” Allen asked Catherine gently.

“No problem, I should be able to run if needed.” Catherine said in response.

“Then let us run back to my home before …”
He did not get to finish his sentence, as a spear brutally introduced itself into his stomach.

“NOOOOOOOO…………” Catherine screamed, her voice slicing through the once-peaceful midnight air.

Behind Allen, a group which both of them cannot fight off: the Seconds and Thirds have arrived. There were at least thirty of them, each one with more contorted bodily features and bursting muscles than the last.

With the spear still in his midsection, he calmly unsheathed his blade and went on at the impossible task of killing all of them with the efficiency of a robot.

Tears fell swiftly from Catherine’s face, as the wound on Allen’s body was bleeding profusely. She cried for his pain; she moaned for his effort, and she prayed for his safety. He stumbled from a strong blow, falling down next to Catherine.

“Stop it! You’re going to kill yourself!” Catherine shouted.

“I… made my choice on defending you. I have to live by this code. As long as I still breathe, I will… protect you.” he muttered to her, forcefully standing back up, sword gripped tightly between both hands.

His ragged breath was accompanied by the sounds of cutting through flesh, black blood dancing across, the floor mixing with both his blood and theirs. Yet he still fights on, upholding his pride.

Protecting her.

Patience

2009-10-30T17:33:00.001+08:00

Funny that I also have another blog post down there with the same name as well....

Patience
Friday, 13 April. 0220hrs.
Singapore

Wolfgang

A lone man, roughly twice the age of Allen, was currently watching over him and the girl.

The lone man held the most powerful and scary weapon in the world : the Voids.

And this lone man, has come to assassinate Catherine. With the addition of Allen, his assassination had not went very well. But, at this stage, there was no one in the world who could even hold a candle to his power now.

A black-skinned woman with long, blond hair suddenly appeared beside him. “All of the Firsts that you sent in have been annihilated. Please give your commands, master.”

The man replied, with a slow and thoughtful tone, “Send in the Seconds and Thirds. Let me see how this young man fight them off…”

“But master, wouldn’t it be faster if I went down to kill both of them immediately? After all, she is the…”

“There is no such need. Remember, Valkonis, a man that waits is the man that gets the fishes. For now, just enjoy the pitiful struggle of ants against anteaters….”

Working

2009-10-21T20:38:00.000+08:00

It is very unpractical of me, but I finally made a critical decision: at least a chapter a week! Good news to those who want the story to be continued. And do whatever you can (send emails, call, come over to bash me up, etc) to let me stay on this track. After much hemming and hawing my the many sides/consciousness of my brain (self-conflict sucks), I have finally decided for it to be on Friday even though I might die. Yay.

Just today, me, Avery and Yi Hoong just came up a name with our own company: KAY Publishings! I'm the writer, Yi Hoong's the editor, and Avery's gonna be our publisher/illustrator. This made me really wonder if these ideas, these dreams of mine, can actually turn into reality...
BTW, the spot for an official illustrator is still up. Please tell us if you are interested. No prior experience required. And due to the crazy amount of work I(well, actually it's Yi Hoong) have to do, there might be another editor needed... this is not confirmed yet so don't get your hopes high.

Oh yeah, and everyone just throw ideas, questions, suggestions, or whatnot into my email or inside the tagbox! Thanks!

2009-09-10T19:01:00.000+08:00

Sameer's influence, and another excuse for not continuing the story. Ahem.

I strongly adivce anyone who sees this to do it as well.

Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. Put the last title of the song as the subject.
4. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY ?
"Sooner or later" Breaking Benjamin
[sooner o later, it'll be ok?]

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
"Somewhere" Within Temptation
[yes, quite true when you think about how many likes and dislikes I have]

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"Say You say me" Lionel Riche
[Uhh.. conversational skills??]

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"Someday" Nickelback
[Seriously, I should stop listening to songs with vague titles]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"Shaking hands" Nickelback
[Businessman? Politician? none of which I was thinking of...]

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"I went to your wedding" Patti Page
[No. Relax. But I could think of organizing them...}

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Nervous breakdown" Abingdon Boys School
[Wrong by the amount of hair I have on my head (ok, bad pun)]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
"Psychosocial" Slipknot
[Finally something that's correct. Don't tell my mum though.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"Woman in love" Barbra Streisand
[Now the burning question for all of you is....WHICH ONE????? hahaha]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?
"If everyone cared" Nickelback
[Wait.I might get killed for this...]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Back to me" All American Rejects
[No divorce I hope? Wait, what am I saying, I'm not even married yet...]

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"All I have to is dream" The Everly Brothers
[ I'm gonna expect quite a good life..]

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Hollywood" Nickelback
[Yeah, like a star.. Its getting quite true..]

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"My Immortal" Evanescence
[Not true.. No... I'M NOT A GOD!!!]

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Feels like tonight" Daughtry
[Quite suggestive of what is going to happen after the wedding]

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"How to save a life" The Fray
[Pure irony. Hah.]

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Hanging by a moment" Lifehouse
[Bad... maybe writing a cliffhanger? I like to write.]{If you can't see that, run and hide in a corner.Or view my other posts}

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
"4 minutes" Madonna
[Uh....here comes another one. that four minutes.. what could happen? Getting raped?]

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
"Doubt and trust" Access
[Fear of the fear of the fear of the unknown? the answer makes as much sense as my comment. None.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"Bloody Sunday" U2
[No, and I do not have the intention to kill anyone. Yet.]

WHAT SONG WILL BE THE SUBJECT WHEN YOU REPOST?
"Where?" Nickelback
[Yes, ask it all you want. Such an erratic guy here.]

Runaways

2009-07-12T20:07:00.000+08:00

Hey peoplez~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry for letting you wait.
here i go.

Runaways
Friday, 13 April. 0213hrs
Singapore

Walker

Taking her into his arms is certainly new to both of them. At least, he could tell that that is new to her, experiencing such a flood of emotions in the short two days that no normal people (even lovestruck ones) could experience.

Well, after this incident, they could not be called normal anymore.

She had let out all her emotions; her initial fright of seeing those things, what they did to her house and family, and how he rescued her, placing his life in front of hers, had been so touching. She could not take it anymore, and after a few minutes of crying on his chest, with him stroking her head gently to comfort her, her sobs became fainter and fainter, until she finally stopped.

“Are you okay now?” Walker asked kindly, still holding her in his embrace.

“Erm, yes. But…let me stay in your arms a little longer.” she requested, looking into his dark eyes. In the past, these eyes were either willed with menace or sorrow. It sort of cordoned away the people who wanted to get close to him; as always, mysterious and forbidding. But now, his eyes are filled with care, and with the light smile on his face, he looked like a completely new person.

Walker himself was, too, consumed by this new feeling. It was care and love, which both he had not felt before, and much less used them.

There they held each other, where the cold moonlight bathed them. There they stood, for a while, where all nightmares are forgotten.

But nightmares always come back.

Worse than before.

Fighting

2009-04-09T20:18:00.002+08:00

Friday, 13 April. 0205hrs.
Singapore

Catherine

‘Its all over…Its all over…Its all over…’she mumbled to herself. One of the demons had been pouncing on her, and she thought that her life was going to end.

Seeing her in such a situation, Walker could not help but grin. There he was, who had just tackled the impending monster, and stood over her, who had fallen down in her haste to escape.

‘Oh!! You came!’ she said, unable to keep out the relief from saturating every word. ‘What are you doing with that stupid glowing blade anyway?’

‘It’s a katana. And it can kill. Man, it also feels that heavy.’ Walker countered. ‘But hey, I just saved your life, and what you could say is about the blade in my--’

He did not get to finish his sentence.

Pouncing on her, Walker managed to grab her and roll away before an axe planted itself where Catherine was a few moments ago.

‘You did it aga--’Catherine started, but Walker cut him short. ’No time for small talk. Get away from these … monstrosities first.’

As Catherine ran away with her, she was comforted at the tight grip from Allen’s hand. It gave her sense of security, and it took her away from the nightmares that gave furious pursuit.

‘Run first. With the blade, I could take out at least one with this bade on every corner.’ Walker commanded. It was no time for arguments, and she feverishly hoped the element of surprise is enough to take them down.

After running for a while, she met a dead end.

Twenty more of those demons confronted her.

When Walker was catching up, he was shouting,’One stab for each of those hunters was all it took. That’s so…’

He saw it too.
Then, without another moment’s hesitation, he charged straight into the small army.

Catherine cried; it was hard to see the love of her life¹ charge straight into a killing field. Moreover, it was for her too.

After waiting for around an eternity (for Catherine, that is), he emerged from the cloud of smoke. Battered, bruised, cut, coughing and spluttering from the smog but otherwise very alive.

‘Do not ever do that sort of thing again!!’ Now was Catherine’s turn to pounce on her, hugging him furiously.

‘It’s all over now… All over. We are safe.’
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¹: At that time, that is. Women are as fickle as a guttering candle.

That fateful night…

2009-04-01T20:15:00.001+08:00

That fateful night…
Friday, 13 April. 0200hrs.
Singapore

Walker

‘Zzzzzzz… Zzzzzzz…’. Allen groggily woke up from his phone’s vibration from the incoming message.

‘Why the heck is a message coming in so early?’ he mumbled to himself. Flipping open the handphone, the display screen showed: “Catherine,1 message.” Hmm…he mused. She as few reasons why she could send a message so early in the morning. Lets see why.

In contrast to the previous days’ messages, this was badly typed out. Not like her. Walker was albeit nervous. Ovur tn m hre fas nd hp. There was no explanation whatsoever. He deducted that the whole message should be like: Over to my house fast, need help. He shivered at the thought of her needing his help, so late at night. Or maybe it was a progress in their relationship, she needing him so late in the night.......Whatever.. Lets just go.

En route to her house, he discovered a blade. A katana, to be exact. Hmm… nice blade, but no same guy would leave a blade lying outside on my doorstep.. Fine, I’ll just take it.

Running to her house, his ears picked out sounds of distant collapses of material nearby. He made haste and sprinted instead. The next scenes horrified him.

There was at least seven of those monstrosities chasing after her. They had a visible scar across their face, running usually diagonally, but some have it vertically or horizontally. They carry humane looks, but are nowhere near being human. Bloodshot and bulging eyes, deathly white skin and contorted facial features. They possess bulging muscles and weapons. Knifes, blades, guns, axes-- you name them, they carry them. They are also not limited to one single weapon. They have many other weapons slung around, or half-tucked into their tearing pants.

Suddenly, I noticed that my blade (finders keepers, bleh) started glowing through its cover. Not just that, it also started vibrating. Well, that’s new, I mused. A blade vibrating and shining. Any more special effects? ¹

Then he saw her. If not for the critical situation, he would already have killed himself² for not noticing her. She was running away from the devils, but it was as fleeting as a wisp of smoke from a fog. He watched horrifically as she was being chased after the demons.

It was time to end that.

With a hell of a battle cry, he brandished his sword and charged.
___________________________________________________________

¹: Sarcasm always works.
²: Metaphorically, not literally, of course. Sometimes other humans can be so dense.

First Part.

2009-03-30T12:50:00.001+08:00

And so, we go.

0540hrs, 11 March, 2009.

Singapore.

Allen Walker

There is a greater meaning to life. Sulking around in your ordinary school would not work. Ah, but who cares, the boy thought .I just have to continue this fake mask that continues to rob me of my own self.
Meet the main character. He is Allen Walker. Your ordinary school boy.

Lazily, he sauntered to the bus stop, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Yes, her. Not the kinda girl that would make any guy's heart pump madly, but one of unnoticed brightness. Ironic, he thought. Everything in his life has been extraordinary and/or torturous,, to say the least and he ended up picking a plain, nondescript girl. Oh wait, she has this hidden feelings, this hidden pain. That is why I want to reach out to her. I want to understand her, who is so much like me. So painfully beautiful.... He mused aloud in his mind.

'Oww!!' Came a shill cry from somewhere close to him. Looking down, he saw her. 'Oh, hi.', she said, carrying another smile on her face. Walker has been with him long enough to know that that the smile was crafted; like him, used to hide emotions. But, unlike him, who used a fake wall, a fake life, a fake character, she chose to reveal painstakingly little of her life. So painstakingly little, that he chose her. At first, he did not notice her as a important person in his life. But, he noticed details, many small details that formed of his impression of her. Details, was what he used to judge a person. As he always felt, details are small, tiny bits of life which tells a little of your character, and if you are patient enough, you could actually see the person fully. Of course, he reminded himself, females are tempermental and irrational creatures. Habits change, moods turn-- all part and parcel of getting close to a female.

Only then, when he noticed, she was blushing. Blushing at the intimacy they were in. 'Errr... are you okay?' Popping the redundant question whilst he respectfully took a step back.

'Would you like to... to take my hand?' The question came as much as a surprise for me as for her. It was as though someone took charge of her and blurted it out. Now both of them blushed. Though there were no people around, both of them were very conscious of what had just happened. There was a tense air around them; if one made a wrong move, the other will feel hurt. They both knew the fact in their hearts, but they are waiting to let one another think through. But, both of them have little to consider in this small action (which incidentally, have been wanting to do for the last two years)

'Its okay if you do not want to...I mean....'''she stammered on.

'I understand.' he smiled and took her delicate hand into his. 'I always have been wanting to do this...'

Both of us smiled at each other. Her smile was different from the first- the first was seen used to greet everyone, but the one to him--ah, that was a different matter entirely. That smile was seemingly reserved for special people. Special people like him. That smile melted his heart; he vowed silently to protect this girl.

'Whoa, we're gonna miss the bus!'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the trip to school, the hands clung onto each other. Walker opened up the conversation first. 'When did you start... to think about asking this question?'

'Ah... that started around last year, during the end-of-year holidays, where suddenly not sitting beside you seemed boring and dull, and not just that, I suddenly feel that my life depended on your every movement, every action... What about you? When you replied, you do not look that much taken aback.'

'Mine was also around the same time, where suddenly I found out that without you, half of my heart felt empty and devoid, and how sitting beside you does not make my heart race; it simply injects a new sort of rhythm into my life, one that is weird, yet comfortable...'

'So we sorta got a crush on each other, and until now, its cleared up?'

'Yeah, sorta. Funny how life goes in this way.'

The hands were kept all the way until a teacher came in and they shifted a little for decency's sake. Barely.

Patience.

2009-03-28T20:19:00.000+08:00

Do not fret.
This is not one of my (other) philosophical ramblings. Just be patient as I will type in my first excerpt from the wonderful story. It shall start out like your ordinary, day to day life.

With a twist.

Please wait whilst this over-cramped brain of mine computes all the messy ideas into a beautiful one.
Btw, nice skin, right?

Week. II.

2009-03-18T21:43:00.000+08:00

This is a serious one.

I usually do not keep such good commitments.

Yay?
ok fine, ignore those bs. (funny that the acronym for bullshit and blogspot is the same. Hm....)

And 3E4ers, who remember about the social studies on the bloody Sunday video,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFM7Ty1EEvs
is the song. By U2, most probably.
When I have nothing to to, I usually end up with these kinda things.

Weapons
There was once I had this idea of making the auric blasters change form to form giant bladed swords (in reference to Allen's large zweihander, and of course, without the cross), but after initial drawings(too sucky to display) I realized it was a little too much fantasy and not practical as well. Thus, that's one gone case. But, for our next guy, (and as well, unnamed. But, Kaxon would be nice...) he would have this overwhelming arsenal of weapons, mainly rifles of sorts. Superb sniper, excellent at dealing with Voids. Kaxon would be of lighting, carrying the Glaze scent of ozone.(explained later)

Character
Yes, other than Kaxon (Kax for short), Alyss would be a powerful WaterWelder who carries packs of water around as weapons. She will specialise in healing instead of whacking, but packs pretty powerful skills. WaterWelders are pretty balanced out in attack and healing, but they work best in forms of defense. There is gonna be loads of other people in a organization called Dark Hoods. Classified by people who, well, wear dark hoods bearing a simple cross, they are those who fight against the Cabinet. (which are the bad, evil, sadistic guys)(who want to kill and claim every hood.)[They use the amount of hoods to see their 'rank' in the Cabinet] {And if you are thinking "What does my Cabinet have to do with Chin Kai's wild fantasies????", its actually refering to a cabinet of members in a company or organisation}{You will understand if you read a lot. Like me.}(Excuse me while I run away)

Plot
The Voids are the army of the Cabinet. Developed from a weak human who has succumbed to lust, greed, jealousy, hate or any bad feelings will turn into one. Like a living thing, it will continuously evolve and at the last few stories, they go up to Slice Thirty.

A Slice is 'formed' when a amount of people is killed. It starts as a single Slice, and they start growing. Every Slice will be prominently displayed. And their weak points would be that trademark cut, and those above Thirteen can only be killed through those. Target. Remember Glaze? It is said that a particular person would have an certain aura, in which they empower their magic. It revloves around three main powers, Crests(good guy power, comarable to Innocence in DGM), magic (the neutral element, able to be used by both sides) and Voids + the EVILLLLL Cabinet. (Like the Noah clan of DGM, just that some are superpowered Voids, some are 'selected' humans, led by the head of the Cabinet. Note that it runs in the form of an office or company, not like a family n Noah.)(If you did not read DGM, you would not understand at least 90% of my references. So start reading.) The 'smell' thing is just a quirk of the usage of aura, and like Kax, other people will carry these scent as well. Walker will be of aloe vera(weird), Alyss will be of salt, and Catherine will be of lemon. Note that although the scent colour is usually linked to their Property, it is not always true.

Others
There would be mini guns, remote or manually controlled detachable from the side of ShadowMeld, called Sniper Bits. Similar pieces called Hold Bits, will 'fly' out from the rear of the car, and defend the car from incoming attacks. There would be six to eight Bits each, even if Walker is such good at remote controlling weapons, (wait, he's good at everything) he can't steer and snipe at the same time. Thus, there would be a AI-control present in the car. Without Cath (short for Catherine) talking much, (s)he will requently engage Walker into a conversaton.

Oh yeah, if you saw that it was a per day release, I'm just kidding. Finding out a little too late that its quite impossible to do so much in a day.
And ignore all those different usages of brackets.

got owned.

2009-03-17T20:23:00.000+08:00

My story is getting nowhere lol.

thus, thou shalt maketh a commitment to post every online week about my day's thoughts on theth story. Help me keep this.

Usually, in four segments: Weapons, Character, Plot and Others.

I'm lazy, so I'll release bit by bit.

Weapons
Walker(since i haven't thought of the BLOODY name yet, i'll just go with Allen walker.) will carry 6 katanas, 20 throwing daggers(10 on each side of the leg), 6~12 auric bazookas, a special katana(no sneaks) and loads more. Its constantly improving, so do not expect much now. And I think two extra revolvers, a sniper rifle,and a custom scope. And the rest of the story with Walker in it has nothing to to with DGM >.<

Character
I would have noticed it, but Walker would be(or in my case, should be) in love with two gals: Catherine and Alyss. (Alyss was a taken name. Not quite thinking for a author lol) Catherine is this LightWelder which cannot cast Light spells(explained below) and needs Walker to 'tap' into her bank, and mostly using up his aura.(explained below too)
And there would be a third gal in connection to Walker. (yay for the flirters???)

Plot
Ok, now i reach the weird part. A Welder is someone that holds a certain magical property. Usually in the form of an element, like air, water and that sorta thing.
There are legendary forms of power, like Light and Darkness for instance. They hold powers that not many other Properties can sustain against.(and yes, the elements are called Properties).
Allen's will be air. Yay.

Others
I've got this cool idea for a car. Actually two.
The first will be ShadowMeld, a black-silver car, sleek like a sports car but very long. And loads of weapons for sniping, blasting and melee combat. With suitable 'packs', the car could go under or on water, and even fly. Wait till i draw them designs.
The other would be Light(filling in), which is meant to be a carrier. Not much developed, but all I want is a higher arsenal of weapons.

Life as a Sec three...

2009-01-07T19:06:00.000+08:00

The first thing everyone would say is that is is damn hard.

Then it gets freaking damn hard.

Then some students snap, break down or surrender.

Try not to.

Life isnt just about your makeup (no offence), games (no offence either), clothes (no offence)(as well) or the next adult website you want to go (Seriously, no offence)(Please?????).

Once, I was thinking about how we fight all to live, so hard, just to die another day.
"I live to die another day, until I fade away" Breaking Benjamin, Until the End

Then my tuition teacher told me sagely words," It is not about how you die, when you die, or why you died. It is about how you had once lived your life, how you contributed, and when you are dying, you think about those and how you had (almost) once lived a beautiful life.

Do not ever think of life as a short, meaningless struggle as a simple sparkle of light, waiting to be extinguished. When one spark goes out, another will always come in.

That is called hope.

That is what empowers all our sparks.

That is what, keeps us alive.

Warcaft/Class Campaign in warcaft III thingy

2008-12-05T21:01:00.000+08:00

look. This is me helping yi hoong publicise this(lol) and this is what u can do:
choose between these elements and jobs:

(Single Type)
-Air/Wind
-Fire
-Water
-Earth
-Sonic
-Rock (Referring to ground)
-Nature (Referring to trees, plants etc)
-Spiritual (Ability to see, manipulate spirits)
-Ethereal (Ability to bend dimension planes)
-Light
-Dark
-Arcane
-Lightning
-Ice
-Poison

(Multiple Types)
-Air/Wind and Lightning (Storm)
-Water and Ice (Frozen Tsunami)
-Ice and Wind (Frosty Hurricane)
-Fire and Light (Burning Illumination)
-Fire and Ice (Freezing Flames)
-Water and Earth (Wrath of the Lands)
-Nature and Poison (Nature's Sting)
-Dark and Light (Lightmare) [damn OP, only a few have this privilege]
- You may like to choose any other combos, just say them.

(Elemental)
-Fire, Ice, Water, Air, Storm, Earth (Elemental Orchestra)

(No Type)
-Physical
-Pure(as in Non-elemental)

And these roles:

-Tank (absorb damage, heavy armor, able to taunt)
-Tank (absorb damage, high armor but not as good as above, heavy damage but not as strong as the one below)
-Warrior (able to withstand a high amount of damage but not as well as above two, heavy damage)
-Warrior (makes himself more vulnerable to damage to increase his own damage dealt, very heavy damage)
-Berserker (low defence, attacks relatively fast, high damage)
-Hunter (fast attack bow, fast movement, meant to kite mobs, low armor)
-Hunter (slow attack gun, slow movement, meant to bomb mobs, moderate armor)
-Hunter (very slow attack gun, moderate movement, meant to snipe mobs, very vulnerable)
-Hunter (very slow cannon, very slow movement, meant to BOOM mobs, moderate armor)
-Rogue (unlocker version, moderate movement, moderate damage, moderate armor)
-Rogue (stealth spy version, fast movement, moderate damage, light armor)
-Rogue (stealth assassin version, fast movement, high damage, very vulnerable)
-Spellcaster (AoE-concentrated, high damage, vulnerable)
-Spellcaster (single-concentrated, very high damage, vulnerable)
-Spellcaster (single-concentrated, highest damage among all, very vulnerable, very long cooldowns)
-Spellcaster (AoE -concentrated, very high damage, very vulnerable, longer-than-normal cooldowns)
-Healer (AoE heals, low armor)
-Healer (Single heals, low armor)
-Summoner (Able to summon Mobs)
-Hybrid* (Tank, Single-Healer, Single-Spellcaster)
-Hybrid* (Single-Spellcaster, assassin-rogue)
-Hybrid* (AoE-Healer, Summoner)

story telling

2008-10-02T12:02:00.000+08:00

not to keep it from you, but i am currently writing a story, that is somewat like DGM and also that it is VERY in development stages (ps: i haven even thought of the name for the male lead) but i have the storyline clear in my head. i might typr bits and pieces here, but im going to compile it after the exams. and after my com's fixed by those fuckers in dell.

give your ideas of names for:
Male lead
antagonist(aka the BAD guy)
some wierd monsters (supernatural ones will do)

tyty

looking for peace

2008-09-29T18:21:00.000+08:00

WHERE ON F***ING EARTH DID ALL THE STRENGTH IN ME HAD GANE?

I am just tired.

No strength to even try to play the com.

when did i turn into such laziness during exams. even when slacking i still bothered to repond to a call. but not now.

this bug in my brain makes me sluggish, and i wont even respond to the rockiest of songs. The nicest of ladies. And even twenty hours in LAN(lol)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this is only one of the days where i do this split personality thingies

But wait.

yesterday, i saw a man in the basketball court who had said to lose the use of his two legs. he was struggling to stand, and i wanted to help him.

"No," he said."I'll do this on my own." his voice was proud, and determined. i left him, shaking my head as i left.

the next day, he was shooting hoops. Standing.

Standing.

The smile on his face made me realise that i had not even seen my pit of doom yet. that guy leaped over his. and here i (or even we) are complaining of our lives, walking, the sun, exams, etc.

People do not choose when they die, and still some others say life is meaningless.

Some people do not see, and people still complain of the bright sun.

Some people cannot walk, and some still complain about the fustration to walk.

Hoi, people, look broader. Take everything in life as a gift. learn from your surroundings, and repect everything, living or inanimate. Learn for the valuable lesson of life itself.

My start....

2008-09-28T13:11:00.000+08:00

yes, and to all those people who think i onli noe how to play, this is my blog.

rules in my blog:

comments are not to be emotionally desructive. respect a person for who he/she is.
try to make comments as useful as possible
spamming is allowed MODERATELY.
private questions or such should be emailed or MSNed to me, not on the cbox.
No wars on my cbox, or u will kena banned

that should be all, after the fking dry part. Oh, and yes.

6. Vulgarities are not to be spammed, only used.

Anyway, wishing most(not all deserve this) people in 2e5 smooth-sailing exams!!!