Hmm,  with the new year, we have, note: have to give thanks for everything we had.. blah blah...

Well... Lets say I'm very, very thankful for all the great friends I've garnered..Yuking for one.. Helped me lots! Thanks! As well as Sparky. Who shared with me nearly everything. One year older. One year wiser, and as I and Sparky put it, "one year closer to our deaths"

May the light shine forever!

-Alson

Forgiveness. That is what i would want to speak about today.

If one holds a grudge, it is akin to holding a hot stone with the purpose of throwing it. But in the end. You get hurt. I think that is why most religions preach forgiveness. Because it is one of the more powerful aspects in life we can wield. After love and hope. I think forgiveness stems from love but it may not be necessarily so.

One who grasps these mentioned values and holds them close to the heart are one of the few naive and weak people you will meet in life. But you will also find these people innocent and never falling. For with these values. You will overcome the hardest of hits, pass the darkest of nights and still manage to find your feet even after crawling out of the deepest of pits. Find these people.

And cherish them, no matter if it was a five minute meeting or a lifelong friendship.
-Alson

This is to Liz.

Why put 'him'? Why not just put down my name? I'm tired of your childish ways of thinking. You never did cherish anyone. Why sully me? Calling me dumb? Why not take a look in the mirror? I did you no wrong, in fact, had even helped you in the past. I admit, i have to thank you though, for teaching me that people to the likes of you, no matter how smart or influential you foolishly believe yourself to be, you'll never gain any friends who would open their hearts to you.

You bitch and whine about your own problems. But you never think of other's. The universe, your little world which you live in, does not revolve around you. Of course, the message might not get through, considering how self-centred you are.

Have you considered what were those 'small' problems are? Of course, the high and uppity miss won't dirty her hands with considering others would she? She's too high for that.

Pity, i am too, fool enough to invest in something that will always bite me back. But at least i've learnt something.
-Alson

Oh man, just found out that Sparky would be staying for the entire week. Just entered into a collaboration with her. Hopefully, everything will turn out great.

Also I have gotten my PSP! Yay! Playing FFT(Final Fantasy Tactics) now and seriously? I'm only beginning the game and have so far spent up to four hours I think. Great games such as this should be banned as they waste too much of one's life away...

-Alson

In the darkest of nights,

the shadows leap, 

the chanting sounds,

And monsters rise

-Alson

Yawn.. The afternoon... is warm and fuzzy.. I want to sleep.. Right... Sparky comes online this weekend! Whoot! Christmas is coming! Bigger Whoot! Yawn...

-Alson

A letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

How are you? Well, i know i'm not really qualified to request for a present and all that because i've been mouthing off my math teacher.. But how about if i request a present for someone else?

Well, I do hope that you get yourself a GSM 2000 Nitch and Lite rocket powered boots(You know, the ones that the military uses but never tells anyone). They are really zippy and will get you round the world in seconds(Very useful too for delivering presents through the windows of HDB flats). Oh yes, i sincerely apologise for the lack of any lack of parking lots on christmas night because singapore is a very small place you see?

But if you do manage to find one, i have enclosed a weekend parking ticket just for your sleigh(so you don't have to waste time and breath cursing the samman auntie).

Oh, yes, just in case, i have too enclosed a empty cashcard and a cashcard reader just in case you run into any erp gantries that might still be open during that time to 'ease' traffic congestion. Just remember to top it up. I heard that got samman if you drive.. Wait, fly through the gantry without a loaded cashcard.

Merry christmas!
-Javier and Alson

I'm starting to hate messenger now.. The loading never starts. I have waited even until the connection to the server was timed out. Ok, on to other things.

Yes! Finished my first work of fiction! Finally.. Now, its in its editing stage. Some of it reads awkwardly so yeah. Need some work on my vocabulary and grammar.

Well. On to work! Part two here i come!
-Alson

The guy-gal theorem

Been sitting round my head a little. Thought i should post it.

Guys, try to understand gals. Of course, they usually fail.
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When they do, they usually lose the upper hand in arguing.
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Thus, when the rule 'if ya can't beat them, join em' comes into play.
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Therefore, guys tend to agree with girls on everything.
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Hence, the rule 'she is always right' is true.

-Alson

Had a rather engaging talk with a girl yesterday(yeah. Wow. I seem to be talking about girls nowadays..) well.. I wondered if our lives. What is it there for? What do we live for? The biological cycle dictates that our lives are just for the continuation of the species. But.. Humans have developed conscious thought(along with it thousands of problems). Thought that is not driven by need. Surely our lives are supposed to have some other purpose.

Once, i have read that our bodies which we view as a singularity(me), is actually many different cells, billions upon trillions of these small items, each without its own purpose other than the one it was created to serve. All of which are connected in so intricate a manner, that we actually view ourselves as a whole rather than a collective of sorts.

So what is our purpose? Mankind has created so many things to connect himself to the rest of the world. Is our purpose that one of we find faster and better ways we might connect each other? Might we all be, one day, lose our individuality as nations and merge to form one pangea? Maybe, maybe not. This is but a simple statement that which would allow you to build your own theories upon.

Would you control your destiny?
-Alson

Back

ok. Back from my foray into cameron. Basically, the trip was slightly better than boring mainly because of my cheery tour guide, who, if he was not there, it would have been horrible. Many shopping trips into various supermarts. All of which sell only food. Oh. Speaking on food, the meals there, which i would mean lunch and dinner, were awfully much. Too many things. View wasn't bad, nor good. Mostly, my seat faced the wall of the mountain. Much to my disgust.

It set me thinking though. What are you grateful for? For one, i am grateful for having great pals, a wired city(it gets awkward sometimes when speaking of new things to Sparky.) and a hobby which helps me in life.




What are you grateful for?
-Alson

I hate going overseas. Now, I'm potentially going to a place which has no entertainment, null, zero, empty, devoid, nothing. How many other words I can find for boring you say? Bah humbug. 

As you can see, there are a few changes to the duty roster. With Yuking taking over the cooking, navigations,  lookout and cleaning while I and my first mate finish this round of drinks and cards eh? Oh sailing through the mighty sea without a licence... Yo ho ho a pirate life's for me!

Ok, on the more serious topics. Well, I have been up and typing the entire day, maybe thats why my back hurts. I think I found a new artist. X-Ray Dog, go for it.

-Alson 

These days guys. Working on a new piece of work, so many things i could have wasted your time on. Or entertained you. But to my dear reader, you. I am, or will not be posting anytime soon for this work requires my outmost attention. I have but only three days to work on it as i am going overseas. Sparky must get the work before I leave.
-Alson

Dudes. So sorry for the late posting. Well, this weekend has been a blast for me. However, what i wondered was where had all the everyone gone? My entire contact list has virtually been empty. And i expected it to be throbbing with energy..

Firstly, i thought about activities, such as ccas and immediately decided against it. The day which i had wondered was on sunday, and the ccas dont operate on the weekends. At not more than one time, my friend, i had only a maximum of six on my contact list.

The next thought was work. I mean, those kids foolishly signed themselves up for work and a reasonable number of them should be at work yes? No. If i am correct, only four work in the mornings, most of the others do night work.

I scratched my head a little and sat there for a moment. Then another flash of inspiration caught me. Teenagers are night dwellers! So? You say, well, i am one of the rare few (self praise) who can manage to wake up before 11. (I slept at 12.30 last night) obviously it was too early for the rest! Surely that would have solved my question? Ah. No.

Problem was that i am nearly continuously on throughout the day(yeah right). Well, most of the times, but that did not exceed the amount of six. Although there was this one time at night i managed to see eight online at once.

All that and still no? Well, they could be bored and not log on. But it seems like not the case. During term hours i have more people online(although its not relevant to mention 85% are usually frantically asking for solutions to answers on the day's homework). Well then, i chanced upon the most fantastic idea that i have came up with so far.

Could the above all be combined? Surely that will make up the numbers. And yes, that does make up the numbers. Most of it anyway..(some might have blocked me for all i know)

But i'm not that annoying...



Am i?
-Alson

The hundredth post

Today Sparky came online and unsurprisingly, i found it hard to do anything else. No offence guys, and gals. But she only comes online during weekends and well.. You understand.

Many a time I have laughed but didn't put 'lol' or 'haha' cause there were simply too smany times i giggled over here.

Well.. Nothing much today. Again. Unless you count eating a plain congee. With olive and salted fish. Urgh. I like olive myself but the salted fish.. It was too salty.

I have no idea what people see in desperate housewifes. Its just another household politics show. If you know what pulls people to it, hell, just leave a message why.

Lobby (my freshwater crustasion) managed to lift himself nearly all the way up the tank. Don't underestimate these creatures. One even managed to escape in the past. Heh. Explains the lines of water i found in the living room after it escaped.
-Alson

Here i am. Sitting through the rain. A slight breeze blows by me, ruffling my clothes, bringing with it a kiss of calmness in the midst of the chaotic rumble of the thunder.

Here i am. Sitting in a corner of the house. Fiddling with my phone, feeling the cooling sigh of the wind that passes me. Listening to the patter of the rain.

You say we are done. Finished. But you left without saying why. As i lean in this corner, something is pressing into my back, but that is minuscule compared to the sharp ache that i am feeling now.

You are mean. You know that? Capturing my heart in a single glance. So many silly things i did, just for your attention. Your smile.

So beautiful. As you always were. Many a time i paused my steps outside the music room. Hearing you play. Notes.. Scales. Cruel ones, each only serving to draw the unwitting in. Suffice to say, i was hopelessly attracted to you.

Would the rain stop? What do you think? Funny as it seems but rain has the same numbers as pain. 7246.

They say time never waits. But for you girl, I'll stop time itself. I've never said these three words before to anybody you know? But then again, they were only reserved for you.

I love you.
-Alson

Early and gaming.

Bah. Nothing much except that I managed to waste a considerable amount of resources. One more day till Sparky. Not sure if mom will come back..

Nobody is online in messanger.. I wonder... Watching Transformers. As you already know, I watch nearly everything. Its ok, but I've watched it before. So no surprises.

Bah. I dont have to water my plant. Its been recycling water. Like Earth. Continuing on my story writing. And getting hungry, wonder what time mom will be home?

Minibond series, I guess you all should have seen this? Well, I don't think its anyone's fault, since they also had no prediction that the market would fall so fast. But its sad for everyone, since humans would pin the blame on the banks. And the banks lose money, and there is a credit crunch since everybody is afraid to pass money around since they are afraid of going bankrupt too.

I think PSLE should not be so commercialised, people giving their children the best, yes, but so what? You're just hard-training them.. No use apparently, when they go out to work.

-Alson

Finished The Amethyst Road. Quite... an interesting read. Considering its about a girl and a guy traveling on a road. Discovering who they really are. It twists quite predictably. Probably came from reading too much novels, maybe thats why it didn't surprise me. Much. But still, since I control my 

I would recommend you to pick it up if you have nothing much to do.

Rating :3.5/5

Argh. Sparky REALLY does only come online during weekends.. Man, my source of amusement. Gone.. That girl is a testimony to how witty one can be. Looking forward to her being online.

My hamster is extremely cute. It, he, curls up in a foetal position when sleeping. A round, living, furry ball of cuteness. :]

-Alson 

Lost One

Well, the captain would like to say that kuay chap requires a huge amount of skill to eat. Stupid...*Noodles slip down* Chopsticks.. Also, one, if eating in a group. Has to have a quick mind, and an even quicker hand if one is to eat most of the other incredients.

Found an old friend yesterday. Then lost her. Apparently, she isn't the girl that I had known from the past. She had... changed. It's extremely sad, she was one of the more active and outgoing ones. But I think now, she has overstepped the line between good taste and pure wildness.

In life. We lose some, we gain some. I only wish that I knew what to do..

On a lighter tone, my parsley that i had not yet cooked, after putting it in a bottle of water. I'm glad to say I've given it a new lease of life. I like plants. Easy to grow and fulfilling. The chili plant i had before, died due to some insects. Oh, i too, have a terrianium which i tried to grow chili plants in(silly me) which failed and now houses algae and suprisingly, a colony of small, white insects which only came after the algae. Blessing in disguise huh?

-Alson

How to Better your English Essays!

Aye, the promised land.. I mean guide.

One: Always use proper English.

Not everywhere, but at most places, like on your blog, try to practice using proper English, that why, your blog will seem more professional and its liable to draw in other people than your usual viewers.

Two: Characters

Oh please. So many essays I've read. None, absolutely none, of your characters seem real. Make them real. Give them a human edge, nobody likes a perfect character. At least, not me. Shape their personailities. I don't know why some essays are given 21/30 when their characters are so weak. I just have no idea.

Three: Believable Plots

There is where you all, mostly fail. Plots that are solid are more likely to score higher than those are not. Use your brains, and ask yourself, is it believable? Can the event happen according to the circumstances? No? Tear it all up and start rewriting. That is the only way to be better.

-Alson

Earning cash?!

Man, looks like whenever its the holidays =  Ways to make cash. Or, WTMC. I feel that this is laughable. When kids try to sell clothes I mean. Its laughable at best, commendable at worse.

Argh, first mate took a vacation, mopping the floor of this deck here is backbreaking, now that I am doing it. Cleaning three rooms with their various knick-nacks is a feat in its own right. I deserve a medal!

Thousand curses! I still have to work out the Bit Torrent! I can't do it. I JUST CAN'T DO IT! All that talk about opening your floodgates for the torrent to work... Curses..

Just got news that my PSP is... Denied. What the... Seems like its a lil too expensive but as I always say, can't get something good if you dont sink in the money first.

-Alson

Well, woke up at 7 today to use the computer, I guess i'll be online the entire day. Had a yogurt bar for breakfast and a glass of milk... As of this moment, the captain is feeling hungry... Cook?! Man, I have to give that girl a sharp wakeup call.. again..

Gave Bakcugan (I guess its spelt like that) a shot and surprisingly, its quite good, and unique.

Yawn, nothing much to talk about today, since I've been sitting here since dawn. But after chatting with Sparky, I feel like I'm an extremely lucky person. I have things that she doesn't, like a fast internet... One should hook up with, I wouldn't use less fortunate, god knows if she is any more witty than now... different people from different backgrounds. That is what makes us human, knowing others and learning with them without discrimination

-Alson

  

Deja vu?

Ok, i had the weirdest dream yet. I dreamt that i was visiting my first mate's blog and remembered the contents clearly. When i woke up and checked, yup. It was there.

Furthermore, this morning, when i went out to throw the rubbish, opening the door to enter the house, i heard slipper steps at the lobby. But when i turned to look, there was nobody there. Guess what i did? Yup, being the brave soul i was, i dived into the house, shut the gate, locked the door and tuned the tv to its maximum volume..

Plus, I hate this.

It is stupid. Use your brains and post something meaningful or please don't post at all. I have no need for tags like that.

We should grieve for the Singaporean who died in Mumbai. She died a tragic death and was only one year into marriage, one can only imagine the anguish her husband had felt at the time. I can only gulp at this end, pursing my lips, wondering who better I can express what I felt. I don't think I can. It's almost like I knew her.

-Alson

As you can see...

As you can see, I've ranked people at that side. *Points to left column* Well, if you wanna be added into that column... What do you get?

_ Just heard_

One Singaporean just died a tragic death in India. I just... I can only shake my head, feel hurt and ask myself why? Why do these people do it? Right now, I'm hearing the minister talk about the event. He, on television, one can see that he is trying to maintain his composure. It is just so painful.. I have nothing to type.

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I don't have the heart to continue this post. Next time.

-Alson 

The Plank for ye! (I want my steak medium rare, thanks mate)

Right... FOUND the mosquitoes nest. Tis' at my fish tank! Pouring the water away... Bah, now my legs are all itchy... Noo!

Had instant noodles for lunch (Again). But hey, they ARE delicious. Especially if you put some other stuff inside. Sausages, couple of leafy veggies and crabsticks. (I love that stuff) Volia! You're set for a meal!

Wow, i mean, the terror attacks. I totally missed it over the bangkok events. As a result I made a fool of myself in a forum, one guy called me a 'fuckwit' and i think it was rather appropriate. I deserved that.

Money? Who needs money when all your wants are information? Well you know what they say, Knowledge is priceless. Darned right they are. Knowledge = Total pawnage +  Wisdom. Woo Rar, anybody want a double dose of Improved Mental Serum? Plus. Heh, got a piece of work that I'm very proud of.

The first thing I saw was this in Jessie's reply, "This sucks". Guess what I sent her? Yup, my latest work. Heh, I'm not hurt though, too surprised to do so. She did, however, give me some useful tips and grammar corrections. Come on. Why don'tcha all learn from her?  Aye, this sea dog needs a couple of truthful scoundrels around him aye?

-Alson

Captain on deck!

Clothes.

I have one shirt... I think it's branded, starts with a 'g'. Woah... It's the only outing clothes I have. It's expensive to me. Hey, I know some of ya have better clothing than this ole sea dog here. Most of mah clothes come from the pasar malam and I'm proud of it you hear me? P.R.O.U.D How many of you have only one branded clothing in your drawer huh?

Right.. had a thosai for dinner... Man, you've never lived until you had one of those. The one i had was at least a foot long. Practically overflows from the damn plate AND the plate is already one of those western meal's plates, those humongous plates.. Three different curries, sometimes a spicy yogurt. Spicy... I ain't joking me maties. Spicy yogurt..

-Alson

Mosquitoes, somehow or other, there always seems to be one at my computer area, buzzing around, trying to attract my attention. I don't really hate them, if not for the darn... itchy... stupid.. red spot they leave behind after they have finished their round of sucking. Imagine a guest, who comes to your house, breaks all the pottery, burns all your clothes and leave laughing. That is The Mosquito.

Today morning, i woke up to read the papers, expecting the usual, and what i did get WAS the usual. Protesters storm Airport, nobody leaves, government does nothing about it. PAD, the opposition, are just holding their land hostage. They know if that another democratic(note the satirism here) election was held, they will most likely fail. 

Dad rapes his two daughters. Also in the papers, he got a jail term i suppose. The gist is that he fathered seven children with his two daughters, kept them in a self made underground prison and never let them come out. He was only found out when he took one of his critically ill children to hospital and the staff was suspicious and i think they did a DNA test.

I don't know what drives humans to do this things. Crazy people do not seem crazy to themselves. We created a mirror for something, why not start using it now?

Ahh, on a lighter note, there is one article I found particularly interesting in the forums, apparently, this person was arguing about using euthanasia but in a very neutral way. He did not condemn or encourage the use of euthanasia, rather, stated why people do it. *Applause*

-Alson

How to better your blog! Part 1!

Ok. This is my. My opinion on bettering your blog. Sure. A blog is for you to post your life on right? Wrong.

Firstly, people want.. Live Content.

Nothing, absolutely nothing turns me off a blog faster than finding the posts are two weeks inbetween. Readers can't wait that long. Remember, this is the internet, the fast age. Or do i have to spell it out for you? If i do, just dump your blog and go get cactus or something. At least THAT can wait two weeks till you 'update' it or something.

If people find that it is such, they can just click on the back button. Or load the next blog. It is that easy..

Rule one: Have at least 45minutes to use on your blog per 3 days. That way you'll find something to type about. Also, that is the minimum update time i can handle. Beyond that is Blue Cheese to me.

Rule two: For me, one~three photos do fine to me, 10... a lil overloading.. since the post is going to be damn long and it takes me no longer than 5 seconds to glance over them.

Looking for other rules? Well, thats it! You just have to dedicate at least, at the very least, 45minutes per one week, well, some of the more popular blogs don't update that often but thats for next time.

That concludes it for "How to better your blog!: Part one".
-Alson

Well, its 8 in the morning here and as usual, im playing TW.

Got trashed today by GRFC1 well, one must take it in good stride. People say that you meet all sorts of players online. Well, TW is one place where i can gaurantee you that those people will not last longer than a day. Here, its like a family. :]

I can't think up of what to write to Jessie! Well... Not really friends.. Its a lil compicated. The way we met was way different. VERY different. But im glad. That girl is well... just amazing. Most of my girl heroines are based on her. Imagine your perfect girl. Now add a pinch of wildness and a dash of creativity. Thats her. Absolutely crazy, wild, charming... i wont go on... But you get the idea. Luckily ive never told her about my blog.. She's not often online too... Will talk more on her next time. Maybe tell a lil past too eh? Reckon that girl got me into more scrapes than i could on my own. (If you know me you'll see how crazy she is.)

Was thinking of changing my blogskin, then thought better of it. Removing the ole song that has been there for ages. Yup, removed it. A little too big for my blog.

Protesters storm the Bangkok airport. Airport shuts down. In the end, everyone suffers. I don't know why people protest over small matters. Singapore doesn't, cause the goverment is smart enough to make everyone happy. The ole rule : Give people shelter, hot food and some nice things to do. And they will not give a damn what you do. I know i won't. :]

Link: http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081126/tap-thailand-politics-protest-blasts-c8d5519.html

-Alson

Edit:

Well sent my message, reply to her. Lets hope i get a positive reply eh?

-Alson

Yeah. Tomorrow, study time. No distractions.

Well, in a train, pull out your earphones, listen to the sounds around you, other people's conversations. It is ever changing and extremely entertaining. Today, i overheard two gys discussing about girl's hair and how to better cut em.

Bah, China has beefed up its police at Mt Everest due to more visitors. Aye, the mountain might be yours but doesn't mean you have tah make your communist presence felt there too? Besides, i dont think they are just there to help visitors suit up...

-Alson (added new music, tell me if it pops up irritatingly or stops midway.

Urgh. Ok, some other time i promise you, i'll put up the tips. Placed under list of stuff to do..

Wow, Liz has reached 800 posts. Well, 80 here, we'll pop a few champagne bottles once i reach 100 eh?

Weell... i've hit on the downhill spirl in mah life. :) Not that kind of spirl, its like one with an amazing turn for the better. I can start gaming properly, opened a writer's block to my homework. (Although never really got down to doing yet.) And many others of such good things. Anyone believe in karma?

I muse.  WindWalker. Am i fit for such a title? A WindWalker saves others. To date. None i have done so. 

My defination of a WindWalker:

Saviour, destructionist. 

Growl.. I hate vam novels. Especially those that of ermm.. what was that name again? Twilight? *Spits* Urgh, now i coat my mouth with that foul ^*!! Destroys the notion of Vampires totally, curse you..

On other stuff. Heh, crushing newbs ain't my thing but now i know why people do it. Its FUN. Yeah, it really is, but not gonna try it anytime soon though. Gonna have myself hated...

-Alson

As you can see, i'm trying my hardest to keep this blog alive and kicking. Well, went for some frigging CC walk today ( You know, the one with all the aunties and such?...). Of course, a person like me cannot possibly be dragged out of the house unless for more important matters like free ice cream.

Overall, we walked the span of two bridges, 30min? 45? Im not so sure. But some how, im inspired to write down a slight story for it. It should encompass most of what i've seen. Well, when we reached the end, (Hortpark) Some gardening hub or other, it was quite nice, with all the stinking plants adding to the stench coming from the group, the aroma was quite refreshing.

Well, the story will be, hopefully, posted up next time, and for the next post, it'll be on how to write a better essay.

Watch this space if you want to better your english eh?

-Alson

well, before anything, a nod to rui xuan for that wonderful compliment.

Well, as i browse through various blogs, there seems to be a trend, you people post about your life. How was your day. However, besides passing comments, there seems to be no other form of deeper thought. What that interest me is how you people are going to attract others to your blog. My two cents.

Online presence

Whahaha! Joined the dark side of TW. Cool eh? But i think i wont be there for long, just long enough to gain exp. My eyes are very pain.. eh, anyone who wants a good game on your mobile. Contact me.

C&C3: Mobile

Urgh, huge dissapointment as it has quite few missions and a weak storyline. Plus, you can only defend the base. Nothing much. 

Rating:1.5/5

Sim City Metropolis

Hmm, quite good, but still doesn't allow you to craft your future, you follow a storyline. But has a varitiy of buildings to choose from so it should be fine. However, you only have limited places and you cannot place a road.

Rating:3.5/5

Need For Speed: Prostreet

Erm, this is quite ok i guess. Has a drift system, doesn't disappoint too much. Total 9 races, if you dont mind winning all races with the first car without much challenge then this is a game for you. Has >5 cars and 4 upgrades of 4 different classes to choose from.

-Alson

edit: Seeing your ex is painful. You gotta a wound? Rip it apart. Its how it feels. 

You love her, 

hate her, 

fear her, 

want her.

Got down to my math homework. To my surprise and horror, i managed to finish it pretty quickly, for one exercise. Well, from my unscientific research and one man's opinion suggests, having posts longer then two pages will likely drive readers off. Only allowing them to read the top for the start, skip the middle, and the end to get the whole picture.

-Alson

Yeah look at what i found in my mailbox

Hey! Well it has been sometime... How are you doing? You know me. I've been running around, basketball... Same ole. Well, its noisy here, can't really think clearly. You know my dad, plays the flute all day long. Reply soon kay?

-Jasmine

More or less its like that. :] Can't believe she replied. Thought i had to introduce myself all over. Lucky me! WHOOT!

-Alson

Lets see, what i want to soap up mah rig?

-Need For Speed :Prostreet

-Guitar Hero 3

....

Lolz, now with wifi on this phone, its more then possible to modify and play with the phone. UNTIL i get my PSP, this will be my gaming companion.

 Still, today has been rather annoying, had to be dragged along (I'm not joking my friend) to the appeal. Interestingly enough, about how much one can learn for the bickering of adults over a piece of paper. Social Sciences i guess. SS - Social Studies? Or Social Sciences? Social Sciences sounds more cool don't you think?

-Alson

Combat REport:

Ok, rundown for today.

-Cracked verification code for a game. :p no more paying to play!

-Surfed forums.

-Did TW

-Downloaded C&C3

-Did a lil writing

Well, basically, thats about it. However, will do more. Now going back to developing the adventures of Kyle and Teresa. Bye!

-Alson

Ohh yeah! Good morning ppl! Its now..9.06am at the time of writing and ive been gaming for one and the half hours.. not like i wanna to but there is still this damn crew i have to train and he's at 2% chance to level.. god, you dont know how sad that is... try rolling a 100 sided die in hope of getting 1 or 2.. wait.. now its 3%... Yay!

Sure. Bah. My phone comes with no camera so.. kinda handicapped. As soon as i figure out how to work this... camera... and a photo sharing website..

Caught this on TW chat.

Den: Hey, from the picture, what OS are you using?

Den: old windows?

Alec: windows xp

Alec: Vista=fail

Alec: Not to mention, this comp is old

Den: Seems sorta like a retarded version of windows 2000...

-end-

Man, tell me that i can use the computer at 3am and i'll somehow sleepwalk myself right to it. :P always works. Mah lil bro is even better. Anytime, the sound of the computer being switched on, (our computer makes a click noise, soft one when the 'on' button is pressed) he can wake up and start questioning on when can he use it. Within 2 seconds, he can switch to full lucidity, you'll probably be under fire from his words.. Talk about deprivation.

Well.. Idea is coming along fine. Nothing much to say about that, only that i noticed that it seems that only one person is at least reading the full version. Urgh, coffee cold.. can't blame it tho, its been 2 hours. Smells like chin chow. Checking out other ppls blog through Liz's, thanks Liz!

Either way, i went to icarly(you know that sitcom on Okto, i watch everything, yes. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.. barbie.. whatever.) to my surprise, its quite cool actually. Lame, yes, but cool. It has blogs, webcasts, random things..etc. I Wikied the thing and actually, its quite new. In 2007. Furthermore, the main lead, aka Carly, is 15 this year, 16 the next. Quite young i suppose. I like Spencer, the crazy dude. If you have the free time and bored, its quite a place to go actually.

Can someone recommend epic music to me? 

I'm using Google's Chrome(gotta learn to spell it correctly...), Its quite fast, i think it bases on the "what-you-see-what-i-load". Cause seeing some pages of which i load... Some of it has to be refreshed.. Signing off here, lest this post gets too long.

-Alson

Spores!

I got a new game on my phone, called Spores, honestly? Its great. You get to start from a small nothing, growing in each level(18), adding on modifications, such as teeth, spikes, tails. Just to name a few. Get to change its size(?), colour(10x10), texture(10)...etc. Problem is that.. mine can't upload to fight... noo..

-Alson

You know what? I'll never understand girls. One moment they want this, the next? They don't want it. Arghh.. Complex is an understatement. Before i say something wrong, i'll sign off here. As well as cool down. Calm.. umm... *Reluctant smile*

-Alson

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Either way, to the main topic of the day. 

Laziness - pro? Or Con?

Yes, yes, Alson you knucklehead, OF COURSE LAZINESS IS A CON!! Ah, but wait. How do lazy people get things done?

Well, in first, lets use me as a non-scientific example (since i don't have 100 lazy contacts around the world, even if i did, 50% won't pick up their phones, the other 25% won't bother to reply and another 24% will just give one sentence or less and the last one probably isn't a genuine 'lazyzen')

Once, i read this story, about a fisherman and a merchant, the merchant was talking to the fisherman who was relaxing in his boat.

"Why don't you continue fishing?"

"What for?" The fisherman replied.

"Well, to earn more money." The merchant said, a little puzzled as to why someone would ask such a question.

"What then?"

"Then, you could buy another better boat to fish with."

"Uh huh. And?"

"Then you could make more money, hire more people to fish for you. And retire in luxury like me."

"What age would i be then?"

"Maybe 40, if you are lucky, or 50+"

"What would i do when i retired?"

"Well. Relax?" The merchant said, quite experated to as where this conversaton was going.

"Isn't that what i'm doing now?"

-

Well, as we can see, each side has its own side. While the fisherman decides to relax and enjoy life, he would avoid the hassle and the strain of running a business. He would live a simple and fulfilling life. But yet he would have to worry about the next day if there was a storm, would he have food on the table? 

Funny to as how life goes and guides, we all think about the future, never the present. The merchant, after over 30 years of toiling, could finally relax with the rest of his days streached before him. Like many parents, who toil hard for their children to have a good future, and their children would do the same for their own.

Life. Is it about the past, the present, or the future?

-Greg

Ohh.. The chalet was fun. Wulu is good!!! Lotsa maggie! Me lovies!

Well, how do you make others around you emo? Quietly musing on the secrets of life can hardly be counted as being emotional. But thats what people who do that are usually labeled with. Bah. Being emotional is great. Being 'high' and crazy is not. Thinking quietly to oneself is NOT being emotional. Its called maturity. 

What i really don't like is the way you guys go 'emo emo' like its some kind of sad thing or dangerous disease.

-Alson

Plus: Topic of the Day

Why do you work during holidays?

To work, or not to work. That is the question my friend.

Look ma! No hands!

RuiXuan says: hmmmm. a day spent with ur family or bestfriends or gfbf. and perfect weather like windy and not too hot not too cold LOl . either overseas or places u rarely go not like shopping centre or what. then do new interesting things like feeding sheep or milking cow AND GOOD FOOOOOD thats important. like food u have never tried before. and its nice. and not expensive. don have to worry about money, work, studies. no disputes and everyone is loving   What else. taking pictures of beautiful things and places. ya away from singapore is better. coz singapore is very stressful gives u stress. maybe go overseas where theres little pple.

   

Translation for normal folks: She doesn't like stress and would like to be away from people sometimes.

Ahh, sometimes, its good to be alone. I don't like the word 'emo', dont use 'emo' on me or around me.

Looking for co-writer, apply here!

Question of the day:

What would your perfect day be?

-Alson

Weather, emotions, feelings, nothing can stop it. The Nith.

-Chapter 4, page 9, third line of the Chronolis

Avatar

Just finished (one day ago) watching Avatar shows.. I hope there will be a season 4... Please let there be one..

Well, this has been one of the best shows i've ever watched yet.

Avatar:

www.avatarbending.com

www.avatarchapter.net(when the above doesn't work)

-Alson

That night, Josh carried back all of the eight fishes he had caught during the day. Apart from the apparent 'gangland' war that Renne had just found out about, and a argument which lasted nearly an hour over a fisher who said that the spot they were using to fish was his, everything went well.

"- So.. will you or will you not let me see the coin?"

Josh looked up at her from across the long table they used to dine, apart from them and a butler, the whole hall was empty. And 'dine' wasn't such a correct word either, Renne reflected as Josh placed his half eaten fish carefully down from his hands back onto the plate.

"Well, for one my hands are all greasy and i don't want to get that into my pockets. Do you know what grease in your pockets feel like? Urgh. Anyway, for two, i told you its mine. And its something i am not likely to share with anyone soon." He said, however catching the disappointed look on Renne's face he added, "But if i would show it, you would be the first one."

She smiled a little, then frowned. "But why was that man so scared?"

"Not scared, hmm.. what wound be the right word.. fearful respect i think."

"Why?"

"Woo.. Now what is that?" He looked at the next course, some new meatball the chef had conjured up.

"Don't change the subject Jo... Hey careful, it might be - "

"Ow!" Josh dropped the meatball and started to frantically fan his swollen, or were now starting to swell and redden.

"Oh come on," She said in exasperation and pushed over a glass of water. "Put your fingers in."

As instructed, he placed his fingers in and immediately felt a cool sharp relief in contrast to the trobbing pain he had felt moments before.

"There? Better?"

He laughed and shook his head, "I don't know what i will do without you Renne."

"Yeah, you do well to remember that. Now can you show - "

"Uh, no." Josh said, now swirling the water within the glass with his fingers.

"You.."

-Alson

Re: Straits Times 29 oct 2008 "Its time we did the right thing"

George Lim Heng Chye. The one who posted the letter. Guys, or anyone who is passing by, should really check this guy out Google.

"But what does it mean to do the right thing? It simply means not doing the wrong thing."

Gasp.. *sobs happily*.. Remarkable wisdom, isn't it?

Check him up on his articles that Straits Times have published before.
-Alson



One word. A true idiot.

"Excuse me?"

"Ya heard me, clear off now or te next tin ya know, will be this arrow here sticking outta your girlfriend's face."

"What? Repeat that one more time and i'll.."said Renne, stepping forwards but was blocked by an arm thrust out by Josh.

"I've heard that the Maless gang just took over this area. Is it true?" He asked of the stranger.

"Yes."

"Then would you recognise this?" asked Josh, fishing out a coin from within his pockets.

The stranger peered closer then, to Renne's surprise he spluttered and nearly knocked himself out by giving a hasty salute.

"I.. I didn't know. Sorry for the interruption. I.. really must be going to.. er.. check up on other places." The man practically stumbled over his speech and disappeared back into the forest.

"Wow. What was that about?" Renne looked at Josh, who grinned back.

"Oh, you know, some favours here and there.." Josh replied as he pocketed the coin. "You might want to travel around more."

Renne's face fell and she sat back down onto the riverbed. "You know my father has never allowed me to. Never did. Never will."

Josh bit his lip and slapped himself on the forehead. How could he have forgotten? "I'm sorry Renne."

"You don't have to be. Can i see that coin?"

"Ah ah. No." He wagged a finger at her outstretched hand and slapped it down. "That is something i would keep to myself." He finished, then turned back to the river and the setting sun in the distance. All of it casting a red, fiery glow onto the trees.

Riverbed

"Ok, so you swing your rod, like this.." Josh glanced at Renne, who mimicked his action. Although, not exactly so. "No, no. Twist your hand back, then flick the rod out. That way, the line will fly out further."

"Arghh.." She tried valiently, but still, her line flew feebly and landed mere feet away.

"Ah well, one doesn't get it the first time, but you'll get it soon enough." Josh grinned as he pulled up yet another fish from the river.

"This sucks." She pouted and sat down. "I'm never going to get it."

Josh laughed as he detached his fish from the hook, "You will, if you practise enough."

"You think so?"

"Of course. By the way, how is your training coming along? I heard you learnt some new moves." He replied, keeping his attention on his rod which he had, again, flicked back into the river with practised ease.

Renne pulled out her wand, this was something that she knew. "Watch this, see that overhanging branch there?" She said, pointing to the specified branch. "Fle Monte!"

Josh thought he saw a single slice of turbulence parting the air before it sped forwards and cleanly cut through the offending branch, which fell and floated off in the river.

"Wow. Now thats something. Whatcha call it?"

"I don't know, directly translated, its called Wind Slice. Which it probably is."

"Man, some of the - " Josh didn't manage to finish his sentence as a portion of his rod was sliced off nearly like the same way as Renne chopped off the branch. Except, this time, it was a physical arrow which thudded into a tree trunk nearby.

"And what do you think you are doing fishin' on mah turf?" A shadow said, wielding a bow.

-Alson

Review : Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: 4/5

Length: 24min+ for each episode, 20 episodes per season, currently three seasons.

Review:

Amazing piece of work by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, this show is based on an Asian influenced world of the four elements. Earth, Water, Air and Fire. It follows the main character, a twelve year old boy named Aang, or the Avatar, as he tries to save the world with his friends.

What I like about this show is its characterisation in the characters, mainly Aang, Katara and Sokka. To me, in the main area of the show, it slightly follows Pokemon's style of storytelling, like from one scene, save people, yay! Next scene, save more people, more yay!.. However, this show's strong storyline enables it to stand out from the crowd of standard shows. I feel that in each episode, the creators focus on each character, developing each's personalities, differences. Also, what i extremely admire about this show is that each character has believable characteristics and make believable choices. (Ohh, Ash can make pikachu dodge! Anytime he wants! Wow! That means pikachu can dodge any attack! Eh? Why did it get hit?..) And those choices could and sometimes would, go wrong.

This is a hellivanjia piece of work. I recommend this to anyone who wants to have a casual show to watch yet with a decent amount of action and a little bit of passion. (Remember, this was created for kiddos in mind).

-Alson

"-And there was this time, when-" He paused, arms in mid animation, looking at where the sound was admitted. Jeryl stood at the door respectfully, head bowed.

"Miss, you did not tell me that you had a visitor." He looked up quizzically, "But i do not remember anyone coming through the doors."

"That is because he came in through one of the side doors Jeryl." Renne said quickly, smiling as she ended.

"Hmm. Ok, yes. Did you lock the door behind you after you left?" He asked, placing the tray he held onto one of the nearby tables.

"Yes."

"Very well, enjoy." He said, before bowing and leaving the room.

"Who's that?" Josh asked, striding over and picking up the tray after Jeryl had left.

"Oh, its Jeryl, father hired him just after you left. Sort of like my personal servant i guess. Why?"

Josh shook his head and jumped back onto his seat on Renne's writing table. She herself was sitting on its chair, and was listening to Josh relating his stories of his trip.

"You know, I could really teach you fishing now that I'm back."

"Really?"

"Sure why not? After I finish these. Man. Compared to what I've been eating, these things taste heavenly." He said, stuffing his face. "Wanf one?" He asked, holding out the tray.

"Uh no. I'll pass."

-Alson

It was a silhouette, as his back was against the many windows that threw light into the room.

However, by that familiar shape and voice, as well as him moving to let the light fall on his face, did she break into a wide smile.

"Josh! How did you get up.." She started then saw at least one window was slightly ajar. "You climbed up?" She ended in surprise.

He looked down, shuffling his foot, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry."

"That is amazing!" He looked up in surprise, he had expected her to chide him or something to that extent. But she did not leave him any time to wonder as she grabbed his arm and practically dragged him over to that particular window.

"When are you going to teach me how to do that?" She asked, pointing down towards the ground floor of the building. 

"Hey, aren't you going to ask me if i did get the item you wanted? Instead of me teaching you how to climb up walls?"

"Oh yes. Nearly forgot. Do you have it?" Renne asked.

"Wait. Let me get this straight." He said slowly, as if trying to compehend something rather diffcult. "YOU NEARLY FORGOT?" He yelled, making her cringe, "I went through two regions, two seas, one of which i spent nearly the whole trip vomiting, another as a stowaway, nearly got my throat slit and got robbed. And you nearly forgot? What do you take me as?"

"I'm sorry." She looked at Josh, but he just turned away. " Come on Josh, please?"

"Huh." His voice sounded muffled, but he held out a hand, within its palm a bag which she knew, contained the precious Sha powder that Josh had gone a long way to get for her.

She continued to climb the stairs even as Jeryl bode her teacher farewell as he went, although she had already done it.

The mansion was grand even by most rich standards, with various art pieces collected from different regions dotting the interior of the vast building, windows overlooking the greater grounds, exquisite furniture in each and every room, it was one structure that was the envy of many, and the people living within it even more so.

Her walkway towards her room was lined with carpets and tapestries that she did not take particular notice of since they were changed ever so frequently by her father, although now that he was off away to another business trip that it changed lesser, but still, under his orders, the servants continued to change them.

She laid her hand on the doorknob to her room, which was, sparkling clean, and pushed the door inwards.

A dark shape.

"Thinking of me?" it asked.

"Ready?"

Renne looked wearily at her instructor, his arms spread out in a standard combat position, body crouched low. Standing on the well kept grass of the mansion.

She nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on him all the time.

"On my count of three.. one.."

She readied herself, gripping her wand tighter.

"Three."

He flashed, and disappeared. Renne was stunned for a moment, Did he say two? Or -

A staff gripped around her throat and forced her back onto a chest. A hand held her arm, restricting the movement of her master hand while she struggled, pinned against him and slowly but surely being choked. Pinpricks of light started to appear within her eyes as she was suffocated.

Suddenly, she fell forwards, gasping. Released.

"Don't ever trust your opponent. Didn't I teach you that in your first lesson?"

"You cheated." Renne said, massaging her throat.

He peered at her over his spectacles, "All's fair in love and war Renne."

"Oh so - Fle Monte!"

He deflected her Wind Slice, or as directly translated, with a casual flick of his hand, it disspated into the trimmed trees, not so much as cutting off a single leaf.

"See? One must be prepared for all circumstances." He said, walking over to his dejected student. "However, i would like to comment on today's performance.."

She shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

"You did well today. Good job."

Those words rang on in her ears even as she looked up, he offering a hand.

-Alson

Please be patient. I have to set the setting first.

______________________________

Water in the field, they walked in the rain. Jeryl, silent by her side, held up an umbrella to keep off the rain over himself and his ward.

"Miss, sir is going to wonder what his daughter is doing out in the rain. Moreover, i sense he is getting a wind of what you are doing."

"So if you say so, then is it wrong to meet a good friend of mine?" Her voice, carrying a slight tone of indignation, made Jeyrl look towards her direction.

Her hazel eyes looked back into the greys of his, she stopped walking, keeping her gaze on him.

Jeryl sighed, a deep sound, "It is not wrong mademoiselle, but your father might not want it."

"Why does he have to interfere in everything i do?" She looked away, but Jeryl thought he saw some moisture in her eyes.

___________________________

The Nightwalker stepped onto gravel, one that of a human laid one.

It had been sometime since he had visited a town, and a well guarded one at that. Before they let him in, he was to surrender his weapons, he knew that these guards were well armored and had numbers that alone, was impossible to defeat.

His side was lighter, but near his chest it was heavier with a concealed dagger.

He kept to the darkness and away from the lighted oil lamps that lit the street, adbit not brightly so. Light from the houses too, lighted the street, with all this light, it was not hard to see why he generally kept away from human settlements.

But tonight, it was a different case.

His informant had said it was the Red Mallet. So far, he had passed two taverns bearing names not similar to that.

Another building up front on the street threw more light onto the street than the surrounding buildings and by the shape of the sign, he knew that he had found the place he was looking for.

-Alson 

He stood, by the edge of the cliff. Weapon sheaved. Arms hanging by his side, and as usual, with the cowl worn on his head.

The mild wind pressed his cloak outwards, giving an impression of a ghost. A dark being. Despite the slight rain falling onto his face, not did he once flinch or give any indication that it affected him in any way.

The Nightwalker's mouth curled upwards as he thought of past events, like those three men he had destroyed before. They were good, but not enough.

He flexed his fingers, they were coarse, rough from their many years of usage. But still, they were well trained. As were himself.

He felt the stones beneath his well worn sandals, both round and sharp, but that footwear that he wore, was just for sentimental value. He could, he knew, be lighter, faster, without them hindering. 

Pausing to take his breath, he took a single step backwards, concentrating his both his body and his mind, willing them to be one.

Three steps forward.

And the wind was rushing past his ears.

-Alson

Renne ran her fingers across the panel of her oak bow. It was beautiful, sanded down and with much rubbing from her hands, it had a glossy feel and look.

Her quiver lay nearby, it was made of leather, of which animal she did not know though, for it was bought from a market two towns away. The arrows, however, was fetched by herself from chicken feathers and sharpened pieces of firewood. It could, however, despite the simple materials, hit quite painfully and accurately, to the pain of some local boys.

Her jet black hair cascaded past her left shoulder as she continued to look out of the window at the forest idly, wondering among her thoughts by staring at the rain. The sound of slight pattering rain on the rooftop of the small hut also served to calm her nerves.

"Miss."

She jerked from her reverie at the word, Jeryl had been extremely quiet for the past half hour, thus so being driven out of her mind by more 'important' thoughts.

"Your father will be wondering where you have gone." Jeryl continued, seeing that Renne did not reply.

"Sure." She sighed and got up. Allowing the old man to drape a water proof cloak over her shoulders.

Rain started to fall harder.

The nightwalker stepped out of the confines of the forest undergrowth and into one of the many shafts of moonlight filtering down from the canopy.

He flicked his weapon, a medium, light kantana made of refined obsidian gave the sword a dark sheen, one that many people would avoid.

Himself, he wore a grey cloak, the colour of the mists hereabouts with a crux immissa or a Greek cross was painted across its back, also, it reflected a dark sheen, although it was hard to tell whether it was of a painted black or something else.

Something tickled his ear.

Three men charged out, weapons leveled, judging by the battle scars and the grim expressions, he guessed that they were more than your everyday thieves.

One man rose his weapon.

From the cloak's cowl where the moonlight revealed the shaved lower bottom of the nightwalker's face, a smirk emerged.

And the weapon came down upon thin air.

The mercenary looked confused to as where might his target might have gone when a gleaming red line drew itself across his throat. He dropped his weapon as he sank to the forest floor, trying in vain to stem the flow of his life.

The other two backed towards each other as their comrade died, they could not help him and he too, knew it. Their eyes scanned the surrounding landscape, searching for the target, weapons at the ready.

A sword, thrown like a dagger, flew out of the darkened forest. One mercenary saw it too late and tried to block it.

It stabbed and punctured into his skull, cracking it. Fluid started to flow out even as he collapsed, weapon falling out of his hand.

"Trust." 

The word, barely, a whisper, was uttered, but not by the last man, who heard it, and shivered. It carried, that one word, indescribable coldness.

Something blurred smashed into the man's chest, and he flew backwards. Weapon flung out of his hand.

"No one."

He was getting up when a grip, harder than iron, wound itself around his throat.

"Believe."

He kicked valiantly, being lifted up from the ground.

"Nothing."

Something cracked, and his legs fell limp.

-Alson

 

Ahh played for 3+ hours today... Ouch me eyes!!

"For all that we fight for, we will all return to one place. That is death."

Hey, ive been thinking, do we look forward to a event or do we look forward to looking forward to the event? Cause for me, i only like the part on getting there, as well as coming back. Guess that the moving scenery allows me to relax, gives me the impression that i'm moving although im not physically so.

My two cents.

-Greg

Long time no post. Well, i think KBO Asia is one darned fool. Read the papers? Well, in short, they shortchanged the people who when to their concert, furthermore, they even replied rudely using foul words in their emails! Thats what i call bad marketing.

-Greg

Some quotes i came up with

"Life is only fair at the end where Death waits to escort us to the other side."

"Life is not about what you do, what you say or what you wear. Life is about what you are made of."

Finally,

"Take not the trodden highway but the little game trail you see leading off."

I feel that life is all but fair. Sometimes we lose, sometimes we gain. Take me for instance, sure, i failed in some subjects, but the the hey? I finally started on a project which i can fall back on to entertain myself. Now, ive rekindled a new interest in learning, which makes my work go faster, better, smoother than the rest.

Take a break from life. For that is the best way to relax.

-Greg

-Rivalry-

"Duck."

"What?" Jeslyn looked at Yan Lei. A lighted sparkler whistled past her head.

She whirled around, only to see Mycoft and his little gang, he himself holding a lighted sparkler.
"Hello Jes."

"What are you doing here? Playing with candles?" She added a tone of mockery at her last word.

"Mycoft growled angrily. Together, as though of one mind, the other gang members took a step back. Their rivalry was well known by all. Even Yan Lei took a step back.

Within the entire school's history, there probably wasn't a larger rivalry between the two. Every single day, or so he had heard, they competed in everything, it was made even easier to do so as they were of the same year. The same class.

Mycoft was stocky, well muscled and furthermore a perfect balance between speed and strength. The highest form of an alpha male. But this time, his snarl wasn't his usual. Yan Lei thought. Probably reserved for Jeslyn only.

For some fact, if they had been together, they probably would have made history by being the best paired couple in the entire school. But then again, they chose to fight, compete. Maybe over some entrenched issues buried deep within their hearts.

"If saying so, then why are you here too?"

"For my younger brother, here."

Mycoft rose an eyebrow. "Little brother...?" Then caught sight of Yan Lei. "Oh him. The little rebel."

"Yes, so?"

"Nothing, it just makes one wonder, if you had a relation like that? What would that make you? Likely like him. Rude. Uncouth."

Jeslyn gritted her teeth, knowing Mycoft had won. He too, looked back smugly at her, ready for the reply that would never come.

"Lets go Yan Lei."

For once, he followed her without much comment, quietly plodding alongside yet still a little behind as he allowed her to lead the way out of the park. Each step she place down accentuated her fury at her recent loss.

Yan Lei remained silent, Her mind was probably scheming away at a plan to humiliate Mycoft, something that if interupted, would have rather serious consequences for the irritant.

Although not sure of the exact details, however, from what he had heard, their rivalry went back for a long time. Maybe even during primary school.

Yan Lei shivered. That kind of rivalry wasn't to be trifled with, even more so that even till now, it was extremely intense. He could, for instance, ask anyone within the school or had been in the school and they would immediately know what and who was behind it. In fact, it was so violent that even the student body had split up into two different fractions, each under their own leader.

No doubt, those two were the best the school had ever seen, perhaps would ever see. Two titans, clashing.

Even though the night was warm, Yan Lei shivered again.

-End
For yuking. Who helped me pull through the darkest days. Dragged me along, rather.
By YellowFre/Greg Alson.

Cough.. Damn it.. Sparklers are really fun to throw you know? But lotsa smoke.. They look like flares in the night of darkness. Lighting the path.

Soo.. saw lotsa cho ppl.. Man.. you guys should mix around more. Never know what you will find but the Mooncake festival is definately not a waste of time. Hah hah. Now ive got one extra contact..

Ok. So what if someone goes 'emo' huh? ITs all part of life. We all need someone to care for us. So please. One of the things i hate about people is that they dont reply to your messages. Top of the list. Hate hate hate..

As you can see, im currently not posting.. not that it matters anyway. But thats another story for another day. Life is good, im amazingly carefree nowadays, which is a rather big improvement as for someone who exits the room without asking.. ok, not without, asking but not waiting for a reply...

Heh... Still writing.. Man.. Math failed with 36! Ahh. Its not my forte anyway.

Yes, ahem. I have currently sent out messages to everyone pertaining in the subject: Home2Go.

Erm, Home2Go is about your homework overload and we, removing that load off your shoulders! Yes, so if you have any undone homework, please, send them to us and we will gladly complete it for you!(Only open to english essays)
-Greg

Sorry dudes. Too busy dotaing...

Poem:
Wind whistling, clouds blowing,
Meadows blooming, trees growing.

Earth beneath my feet,
Sorrow behind my mind.

Water in my soul,
Love in my heart.

Played me for a fool.
Never will I be lied to like this again.
Dont look at me.
I may have fallen, but i will stand.
No one was there to help.
Nobody will.
Im not dead, i still have life.
Life without a soul.
And that life i will bend you till you break.
For after that.
I will rest.
Six feet under ground.

Ok, if youre reading this..
Get back to bed! heh.
Ok, looks like its gonna rain. Nothing much to do here, except homework and continuation of the story that is..

Recently, ive been so busy visualizing the world of my writing that ive neglected some people which i care for.. Seems like im not the cold, heartless guy i make myself out to be. Although i still think that if you care about nothing except yourself, you will go very far, be very strong. But after a time, you still gotta rest and love a little i suppose. If you are reading this sis, i love you and stand here for you whenever you might need me. Maybe you are the only thing that keeps me sane.. i suppose.. life is extremely boring without you.
-Greg
Show me a little smile yeah? Youre going through a mood swing period so yeah, you feel the way you are. Trust me, it will pass and you will come back to normal. A paradox of choices.. Im here.
I love you.

Woo.. If you fall out with contact with someone, then its hard to retain it yeah? Sally..Dee.. Do Dum..

Hahs! I love the day of grey!

Scoot that. Damn... chapter 5 - pg5
Current target- 1 page per day..
Current status- 1.2 page per day
Thus if i continue, i will be able to publish the book in 12/4/09
Whoot!!
-Greg
To all that helped me....

Haiis. After speaking to some people, i find that Tutious is still my safe haven from attacks of any kind, call me attached but i really love those people inside, with their quirks and ablities.

Update!
Tutious is now imbued with magic. As well as advanced tech. Now isnt that confusing..
-Greg

Uhp. Ah. It takes effort to travel between the worlds of Tutious and Reality. Man.. Ok, since i dont mind, i will be chronicling my two best friends, Daniel and Rachel's journies..

Well, so far, They are at a river, there is no other way to cross. The snowstorm is howling and they are cold, along with their companions; Jean, the mute intellectual, and Steven, the exact opposite. They set up tent at the edge of the raging river, the only thing not covered in snow due to its speed. The winds howls around them, and their quest towards the Temple of the Awakening remains a dim future compared to the situation they are in...

Well, they have stopped here. I dont know.. dont look at me, they come and go as they wish. Sigh... i too wanted their thoughts..

"An author and his book remains as a spritual journey where one, by reading it, can map out the mental landscape of the author."

"Hold it! Only people with the Imagination pass may go through. You don't have one? Ok, make way for the next. Next!"

Wow wee... Tomorrow is the test. The Test. History.
Spent the whole day typing notes...
Got 7 pages. One empty one.
I dont hope to pass, i dont hope to excel. I hope i dont pee during the paper...
Heh, the one is here. I have the power at my fingertips, no paper is going to stand in my way! No paper! Right sai?

Oh, btw, I can guess what are your tactics on basing your comments, hidden or otherwise. Well. In response to your post. Well..
Ive lost faith in the word, "love'
Lost
All
Faith..
In
L
O
V
E...

"If that what you lose is love, then regain it, for in this world, if you live without love, then it would be better for you not to live."

Darn..

Xander x field. &^%!$@ virus.. Thought the last time i had set tighter protocols.. Ok, this time.. maximum lockdown on the computer goddamn it.. Man.. gonna tighten this place till its safer than the Detention Centre... Not that counts for much anyway..

Rough Times eh?

Check, load, shoot on sight. Such that was the days. Soo, currently training up my counter-strike skills, nothing much, some sniping mostly.. So, yeah, not much time to update, seeing that i am training... For next year yeah? Soo.. Kill. Muhahaha!

Codename: Meow

Mates:

Woof
Baaa
Mooo

Teamname:




Animal Farm

Ah

Er, doing some mods on the blog, adding links here, there, left right and centre! Ok.. Tutious is coming along well! 42+ pages worth of 330+ words.. Round 7000+ words? The published version is about less than 1000 words. To anyone reading this.. I am and have read your blogs.

*Tutious v1.32= The current version is with me, borrow from me if you need.
-Greg Alson

Yesh. Happy birthday little one. May as one would say, allow your dreams to soar. What we see in our world is relative, that is to your own perception. To me, the nature is beautiful, including you.

Dreams may but be of what would be a mere fantasy. Without will, there would be nothing.
-Greg Alson

Maintain

What the... who knew that clearing out the trash would be so difficult? So many songs... so little space... Darn, need to do some basic stuff clearing now...

Hah

Just wanna be thinking... where else can i visit??

Discu. Care

What do you care for? Your parents? Your marks? Your friends? Have you ever thought that 'care' from your parents, might only be just caring for your results, nothing more. I've got something against parents like that, for they are always, "exam is coming, go study!" or "Your results, see? How are they ever going to get you into ******* school?"

Hate them. My blood boils at these comments. It can be clearly seen that these parents only view the results of their offspring, nothing more. To them, children are only things for them to compare against others. And they wonder why they will never be Oscar winners.

Care is a varible for me which i will only give to myself.

Ah. Many have died. Mostly because of something they love. I regret the day that i regained that feeling. I regret the day. It holds me back, from my destiny, from what i am supposed to do. Even as i pause and think of the consequences, i factor love in now, and that prevents me. I want to scream in anger, but the only way i can do it is through my words. I do not wish to love, do not wish to think of someone else besides myself.

But it has brought me from the edge of insanity, if you are reading this, then i thank you, curse you and finally hug you. For love and hate brings out what we were not meant to do. You are beautiful.

A beautiful seed.
-Greg
"There is only one way to nurture a tree, but a thousand to destroy it. As well, there is only one reason to love, ten to hate. Find that reason young one. Then you will know the true meaning of ability and power to protect what you cherish."

Hardwork

The meaning of hardwork now is never lost to me, after 3 months of hardwork, i finally done it. Done. Whoot!!! _Ask me how.

Discu. Education

Ahh, yes. Since its a long time, since i posted, let me talk about something like special to me anit it? Education. Scrubs the minds of healthy children and pollutes it with massive amounts of fomulars, they are broken in young. So that they don't rebel, or even think about the future. Its just tests after tests. All the workload is just to keep them under control, so that they can become working adults to the society. To become cogs within machines.

But all it takes for one to break free. To lead. Then that is the fall of their goal. My vision of education is learning without stress. To love what you learn.

I am not the one to do this. I am the one to train him/her.

For the ones to change it is now. Esprit de corps.
-Greg

Hmm. New mission- Log 21.34
Operation: Smiller Happy

Smile people!
One.

Whoot! Going back home to my place where i belong. Bye!

Hah.
Hah.
Lol, time to watch anime! My sister was tired so well.. yeah. i stopped and allowed her to go to sleep, a little snappy and grumpy around the edges... i guess i did the right thing.
-Greg

Mortal

Combat.

AIs are eternally less intelligent in most games. This is no exception. In TinyWarz, i struck down countless waves of enemies, while reading a book and surfing over to my sister's blog. I was confident that they would not hit me dispite the countless missiles, bullets, shells and lasers fired.

My faith was not misplaced. They missed. And paid dearly. Not that they had a chance. They never had one.

Also, i engaged in Pvp and came out victorious. Because i outnumbered the enemy but also suffered for an army suited to take out standard sized bases decended on me and smashed my merc units dispite my best efforts to take out the commander.
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All of my days passed in haze. Thinking of getting a dictionary. Plus ran out of things to write in my story.
-Greg

Wow. Amazing piece of work.
The people at the chalet really did outdone themselves this time. Ok... the effort that went in was great! :]

Death blow. Whoot! Chinese chess. Take them out. A single blow.
Let the river of time take you to a place where time does not matter.
The spirit of the commanders live on with the complex rules which are simple.
For the simpler the rules the harder to master it.
-Greg

Unlike my other posts..
Ok. Back to earth, love tactical powerness, hates bravery. Those who rush forward first in a war thinking of the honour and glory are no more use to the nation. A single rush by one man can take out five. One sniper can cause fear.

The unhittable, untouchable.
-Greg

Haha!! My superior tactics overwhelmed a base.


Gathering up forces...


Getting ready for the onslaught... (Mind you, these were all formerly from the base)


Charge!!!


Done, minimal damages. See that grey stuff? The powerplant is destroyed- No power = No machines working = No damage.
-Greg Alson

So. Like that.
Winners write history, losers disappear.
So i can sadly watch as change come over people i have no power to control. Only then, beyond my help, I turn away. Painful, marks. Many ive seen, change.
Death. Changes a person.
-Greg

Fishes

Couple of fishes. Six lives for one lesson.
I cannot keep animals. They are too fragile to be kept. To me that is. Gave them one hour to live, they died in half.

I can only muse over my inability to keep fishes. Well back to looking at digital fishes...

Discu. Thoughts

So rightly we are alone. Burning passion. Deft fingers. Enveloping darkness.
In my younger days, I would be so alone, privy to the destruction of my own thoughts. Most were beyond measure of words. But allowing this skill. There was also a bright side. To turn darkness against itself is the greatest strength.

"Running, one falls, twisted ankle. The end was only round the corner. Hot tears.
Self pity marked upon his face. Instead of wallowing in self pity, he turns that fury against himself, why stop?! Continue! Fool!

Gets up, biting in pain, tore towards the finishing line."

Its not your actions that kills you, its what you do after it.
-Greg Alson

Redirecting

duh?

Wont be posting

Mook

Well, placed a fighting fish with a couple of my lobsters(?) hopefully they dont eat him. Although both are territorial in nature they seem to co-exist happily together.



I hope anyway.