Things to do before I "leave"

1.Start a Chrisitian Band..The Witness!
2.Serve in Speedlight PnW
3.Play tennis
4.Find a mate, get married and have kids
5.Do a homemade music video with the band
6.Pen a good song
Hah...can't think of any more right now...this list will get updated.

The Mist

“Ron, is he dead?” Freddy whimpered, clasping the arm of his bigger brother. “I’m not sure, but I hope so,” Ron said, staring blankly at the floor. The house of the Draver’s is a place where happiness has given a kick in its ass. Ron Draver hated this house. Every part of this house reminds him of the past. A past of hatred, pain and confusion. Ron, with his unkempt hair looked like any 15-year old boy would look like, but under the protection of his clothes hides many scars. Battle scars he would call it. Freddy is only 10 years old, but has seen much and heard much, due to the media the world’s been showing everyday. They are both very close, as both had only themselves to rely on. Their mom had died after Freddy had been born. Ron had some faint memories of his mom, a instance which he could faintly remembered is the time where his mom had a long talk with Ron when he was just 7.He couldn’t remember the conversation, but remembered it to be an urgent matter.Their only parent looking after them is their dad, which made Ron regret the day that he was ever born. The dad who caused much hurt to both his sons. The dad which Ron had much hatred with. The dad which was now lying on the floor of their trailer house, head bloodied.Ron gripped the baseball bat tighter as he stared into the closed eyelids of his father, relieved that the madness was now over.
Just then the trailer was rumbling all over. Both kids realized that it’s happening.“How come the alarm didn’t warn us?” Freddy gasped, clearly frightened.The rumbling was getting louder by the minute. The thing was approaching.“Ron, quick! Let’s go before it sees us. I don’t want to be one of it,” Freddy whispered, pulling the shirt of his brother towards the closet filled with strange runic markings. It was the place of refuge, a place where the black mist would not penetrate.“Let’s go!” Freddy shouted suddenly, breaking the stupor that Ron was dwelling into. Ron stared at his father. It would be the last time that they would probably ever meet each other again.
They managed to get inside the closet before it came. The trailer shook so hard that Ron had to hold on to the handle of the door to prevent it from being forced open. Ron griped the handle like it was his last strength of his life, causing his knuckles to glow. He was scared for the first time. What if it caught us? Turn us into one of Ritchie’s parents? Fear froze Ron all over, but he was thankful that fear was one thing that kept his grip onto the handle. The sound was deafening, causing the trailer to grumble as it shook with such intensity that it was not impossible for even the neighbors to hear it. Ron could imagine the neighbors closing their curtains, imagining as if nothing had happened at all.
It was during that time that Freddy suddenly snapped.“Make it stop! Make it stop!” Freddy wailed at the top of his lungs, clasping both his ears and shutting his eyes. Legs trashing, he was losing his sense of sanity.“No! Leave me alone! You can’t make me! I asked you to leave me alone a long time ago! Get lost! You are already dead!” He screamed with a little sense of authority, eyes fixed on the ground.
Ron released one of his hands, forcing Freddy down. “Fred, What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop thrashing around, you are gonna let me lose my -.”It was too late. One of Freddy’s legs shot towards the single hand of Ron gripping the handle, smacking it away.
It happened all too slowly in Ron’s eyes. The door being ripped out of its hinges. The black mist gliding past the door. Freddy’s wailing stopped. He too was entranced by the mist.It was almost too beautiful. Both of the kids are trapped in the beauty of the mist, as if a spell was upon them, causing them to both lose their senses. It was like air, without any physicality. It was as if the air was black. Like smoke. It was shaped like a snake. Or a dragon. It was not a huge amount of “smoke” Ron had imagined.
Then it cried. Or so the boys thought. Ron looked at Freddy. He wasn’t crying, nor was he. Is the mist crying? Did it really have emotions? Is it real in the first place?Then it was gone in the blink of an eye. Both boys had even thought of wanting it to stay. To really understand this “thing.”As they crawl out of the closet, what they saw was utter chaos. Most of the furniture had been blown to bits, leaving them almost nothing. Both boys stared at the ground of where their father had once laid. It was gone. Their father was gone.Now is not the time to stay here and think about this, Ron thought.He gripped his smaller brother’s hand and said,”Common, let’s find Uncle Ben.”

My thoughts on 26-6-06

Was watchin Boston Legal yesterday and there's one case which was in my mind for quite some time.
There's this doctor who is charged.Charged with what you say?
Charged with saving a life.Sounds funny?Here's the full story.
A teenage girl was brutally raped and was sent to the hospital.Now the law states that every human being has the right treat their body the way they want to.Now the doctor,a christian,did not asked the girl whether to keep or abort the baby and decides to save the baby.I know the doctor doesnt have any right on another human's life but what i am putting to you guys is that is there any fine line between religion and the law?
Tell me your thoughts on this.

p.s(The doctor had to paid her in the end,which is unacceptable to me anyway...)

Thanks...

I would like to give my deepest thanks to those who have read and experienced Crossings with me.Even though it's just a few readers,I've got to start somewhere right?lol
Anyway if you guys have any idea of a short story do send me a holla at prankste_r@hotmail.com and i will make sure it will leave a lasting impression on you guys.Thanks again.

Crossings part 4

Name:Kate Wilson Maston

What does death mean to me?

Sir, you asked me what my thoughts about death are. Well after hours of sorrow and mourning, I can only sum it up in two words: It hurts. The pain of losing someone you love dearly is something you can’t imagine unless you have experience it yourself. You see a few days back my fiancé was involved in a terrible act of terror. It blew my husbands to bits, leaving only the top half in fact. I will leave the gruesome parts as you can already imagine what my husband will look like without me tell you.

You see as I am writing this essay for you my eyes are now swollen with tears and my heart aches with every word I type. But I need to get to share my sorrow with someone, and you are the only one I can trust. What about my friends you asked me? Well it’s only a day after the explosion that my best friend is actually the sister of the person who killed my husband, and several other victims with him. That’s what hurt the most. Staring in the eyes of your best friend, both realizing that their loved ones are dead. One dying in the act of duty whiles the other in the act of terror. We couldn’t bear to face each other again, because every time I stared into her face the incident will come upon my vivid mind.

People say that when these happen to Christians our faith will be strengthened. Sir, I don’t really know who to have faith anymore. How can death bring me closer to God? Every time I asked God why. Why Mike? Why must God let this to happen? Doesn’t God keep me safe from harm, away from pain and hurt? I just don’t really know. I just don’t.

It’s not the only explosion that happened that day. Heard from the news that another explosion happened in a mall a few blocks away. It happened right on a shop that was selling baby clothes. Baby clothes sir! How can anyone be so cruel? How can anyone be so evil to kill children? Innocent children!

I was about to keep in a secret from him till he comes back home that day. I regret the day never got the chance to tell him. He would be so glad. I planned to tell him, waiting for the anticipation of his reaction. How am I going to tell my baby about his father? That he died an honorable death? Will he be able to accept that? Will he hate me because he was born without a father?

What does death mean to me again? It means enduring a period of sorrow and pain. It means having to lose faith in the world. It means how humans are able to create and destroy life at their will. Is this the way the world is coming to? If that’s the case I would rather leave it before the show ends.

Crossings part 3

The cold gust of wind slammed into Sharim when the automatic doors of the mall slide back to welcome the ‘customer’. This is such a small place; shouldn’t Kelarim give me a bigger and much people conscious mall? He was greeted by the personnel’s big, fake smiles on both sides as he walked towards the mall directory.
The mall was 3 storeys tall, about the size of half a field but despite with these attributes, the mall was populated by people today. Self-centered infidels. Sharim thought. What gifts does the world have if you when you die?
Let’s see…Sharim traced down the lists of stalls and levels with his finger, choosing his final spot on earth. He finally stopped his finger on the 3rd floor listings. Hmm…3rd floor, Women’s wear and Maternity. He remembered a time where Kelarim told him something:" Sharim, sometimes the more painful the truth hurts, the more the message will get across." Sharim took his advice strongly at heart, and headed up towards the 3rd floor.
* * *
"Do you think this looks good on me?" Kate asked Fazlin, eyeing the 2 piece bikini suit she just wore at the mirror with great scrutiny.
"Dear, why are you denying to yourself that your body is hot?" Fazlin said. "Fine abs, perfect blossom, firm sexy legs." She sighed. "The only thing that is lacking is your confidence."
"Faz, I asked whether if this looks good on me, not a lesson on self confidence. I am full of that. That’s why Jake is so in love with the perfect woman is this world," Kate said coyly
"Well one thing you will never lack is cockiness!" Fazlin laughed, pulling the knot on Kate’s bikini bra.
"Ah! You’re just jealous!" Kate shrieked, desperately holding on to her bra as she dashed to escape her friend.
* * *
Sharim clenched the jacket tightly; as if someone was planning to tug it away from him. He looked at his watch. 12.20. 10 more minutes to go before…Sharim could not bear to go through the thought. The thought of dying.
He was now at the third level, scanning the environment across him. The place was filled women of different shapes and sizes, trying to squeeze in sizes less than theirs.
Dread flood over him as he eyed a woman having a conversation with a friend he could not recognized. It was a girl that he would not want to be with at this time and this place. Why must she be here?! At this place? Damn, this screws things up!
Sharim quickly shuffle his feet to avoid his dear little sister finding him, his thoughts filled with buzzing and crazy thoughts. Should I get away from this place? Or just blow my sister to bits? Sharim was struggling with it in his head, as if his decisions were pulling both his arms at different direction.
Sharim could not bear the thought of killing his sister, so he quickly dashed towards the exit downstairs, ignoring the cause that he was so deeply devoted to half an hour ago.
* * *
"So how’s life with the wife, Mike?" Denver asked, chewing on to his donut as they walk around the park. Parks are places where u would want to have peace, away from disturbance and some tranquility from the devil’s world but not this park. Filled with drunkards, homeless people, addicts and beggars, it pretty sums up what the media has swept under the rug for years.
"So far so good. Been making love everyday, arguing which colour looks good on our bedroom and figuring out whether the painting of The Scream is actually in fact an artist impression of a horror lovemaking toy." Mike replied.
"Well you’re the lucky one. You got the hot girl in town while my only companion is this donut which is dying away," Denver sighed.
As they walk around the outside of Damrow Cross, something caught their eyes.
"Hey look at this guy, wearing a thick ugly jacket on this hot summer, what the hell is he thinking?" Denver said, staring at a guy who was making a hasty exit out of Damrow Cross.
"Most probably hiding a stolen good," Mike said, eying the person suspiciously.
"Hey, you there," Mike said to the person who was just a few feet away. The moment Sharim saw the cops he made a quick run from them, ignoring the calls to stop.
Mike managed to grab on to the man’s jacket but he could not get a firm grip on it, causing him to lose hold on it. However, one look at what the person was hiding was enough for him to scare the pants of him. It was not some stolen stuff, but an explosive taped around his stomach.
"Denver, he’s carrying a bomb! Quick shoot him!" Mike shouted, as Sharim was quickly gaining a distance away from them.
With a second look at his partner, somehow reluctant, Denver took out his Colt .45, carefully taking aim, and shot his first ever shot.
The bang was deafening, causing a loud clap in the sky. Chaos came on the once quiet street, causing screaming passers to run for cover, not knowing where the shot came from.
The bullet hit Sharim squarely in the back and he fell hard on the floor with a loud thud. The pain was excruciating, but his senses were still with him. No no no, how can this happen to be? How can I die like this? He could feel the shape of the explosive as he lie on his stomach. He could only see the grey concrete floor as a last resort came upon him. Arrgh, if I am dying I might as well bring some with me, since Fazlin is safe now. Sharim thought, trying his best to reach the button tucked inside his pocket.
"Denver , check whether he’s dead or not," Mike said as they ran towards the fallen humanbomb.
It was these few steps towards Sharim that they suddenly felt a huge blast of surging heat flooding them. The blast shattered the windows of nearby buildings, caused concrete bricks to break off and caused a binding flash of light to temporary blind the unfortunate victims. The huge blast was even louder and deafening than the gun shot and that explosion instantly took away several lives, including that of Mike’s and Denver’s.

Crossing part 2

"What.does.death.mean.to.you?"said the professor word by word as he scribbled the words on the whiteboard.
"To be handed by next week,no exception of delay passing up of essays for those who hands it after the dateline" The professor spun back to face the class.
"Another thousand word essay?" moaned Kate,who was sitting next to Fazlin.
"Not this time Kate. I am going to let you have this freedom in this essay. It’s all about the quality of this essay so I’m not going to give bonus marks for those who’s going to give me a 2000 word essay and that includes you Timothy;your previous essay caused me sleepless nights and that’s not good for my wife if you know what I mean."The professor joked as the whole class laughed.
Soon class was dismissed,leaving the two friends with nothing to do but hang out.
"So where do you wanna go Faz?"Kate asked,tossing her sling bag over her shoulder as the walk towards main gate.
"Ain’t got a clue,feels pretty bored in London once you get used to it."Fazlin replied,staring out at the skies;It was going to rain.
"Quite true,but its not so lonely once you have friends,"Kated smiled at her.
"Yeah,friends that dumped toothpaste inside someone’s shoes when she’s sleeping," replied Fazlin as she eyed her dear friend.
"Haha that’s was a special occasion."
"Ya,dumping toothpaste inside my shoes on my birthday is an alternative way to say ‘Happy birthday!’"Fazlin rolled her eyes as they now walked towards the bus station.
"Hey come to think of it I never heard about your family in this 2 months since we had met each other."Kate exclaimed,fishing out a chewing gum out of her pocket.
"Yeah that’s true.Well my family and I came here when I was 6, from Israel. Soon after that my mom died,leaving my dad to take care of my big brother and me." Fazlin tooked a deep fresh breath of air and then continued. "I’m close to my brother actually.He was the one who took care of me when dad was working long hours.He was the one who stuck out to me when kids bullied me because of my colour.I wonder what would I do without him."Fazlin finished as they finally reach the bus station.
"Anyway enough of me. How’s your fiancé Mike?" smiled Fazlin.
"We are so madly in love Faz,it feels like time was stopped when we are together. I can’t wait to get married and you will be my best mate."
"How sweet," Fazlin replied as they stood waiting at the bus station with no clue on where they are going. "Where will it be held?"Fazlin asked.
"Oh,its at a church south of here.The scenery looks awesome there and it’s perfect," Kate replied,clearly on cloud nine.
"Oh right! There’s a sale going on, half price on bikinis. Let’s go there." Kate told Fazlin,flagging the bus that was approaching.
"Where to?" Fazlin asked.
"Damrow Cross"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The station was as cold as ever,leaving a frosty chill on the windows caused by the air conditioner. Inside the Rockport police station office,two policemen are preoccupied with their deskwork,unaware that it was going to be their last duty as law enforcers.
"Hey Mike,we have rounds to do later on,how about some coffee before we head there?"Denver asked,browsing through he papers the chief deputy had gave him.They were both alone,as the rest are off do their own rounds around the neighbourhood.
"I take as you are still sitting down means you are asking me to pour you one?"Mike pursed him lips as he said that.
"Well since you put it that way,thanks,"Denver smiled at his colleague.
After getting the coffee,Mike asked: "So where are we going?"
"You know the cluster of neighborhoods around the park nearby?We are heading there. One thing though,everytime since this morning when I think about the rounds we are heading later my right eye always twitches. I have a bad feeling about this."
"You always have a bad feeling about everything Dever,even on your wedding."
"Well she did leave me for the another guy later on man,"Denver said,still hurting from that even though it years ago.
"That’s because you were paranoid about losing her,my friend,sometimes you gotta let people run it’s own course,"Mike said.
"Well let’s hope I’m wrong this time,"Denver muttered.

Crossings part 1

He took another breath from his cigarette,savouring the toxic fumes with each inhalation. The scenery in London was as same as ever:cold,bleak,evil. An evil that has to be purged.He sat on a wooden bench at a park,next to a bustling shopping mall which was always thriving with people filling up that little void with materialistic gains. Things that you can’t bring to the grave are not worth dying for, he concluded after finally finding his one true Maker.
He was wearing a thick buttoned up jacket, which seemed amusing to the passers-by as its summer now.But nothing seems peculiar to the people now,they have seen all and done all.
The one thing that he was grateful to london is that no matter how ugly,no matter what’s your colour, they don’t seemed to give a damn care. And that is a good thing for him.
Finally he came,the friend he was waiting for. He came up and sat next to him, wearing a thicker jacket that the first guy.
“Hi Sharim, you were almost late,”The guy who came first said.
“Can’t find any duct tape,gotta buy some from the store.”Sharim replied,shifting himself to make himself uncomfortable.
“Are you ready Kelarim?”Sharim asked,looking straight at the shopping mall rather than his friend. A comrade to put it specifically.
“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t ready Sharim,anyway you were the one with second thoughts about this,I should be asking you this question.” He said as he threw the cigarette on the floor,not bothering to stamp on it.
They were silent for a few minutes before Sharim spoke, “Look at those people, oblivious to what the world is going on.They don’t even damn care.Every death is just news to them. All will be forgotten and they are back to their own business.”
“That’s why we are here Sharim.We are here as a wake up call to them, to give them the real picture, a picture that has the truth that always hurts. That’s why they don’t care Sharim,ignoring the truth that hurts,that causes them to think humanely when all they want to do is to live in a fantasy world where clothes,cars,fame determines the self status of themselves in a world where money is everything.”
“Too much freedom brings too many choices Sharim,”Kelarm spoke again,taking another stick from his pocket. “And these choices are always bad ones.Bad ones that people would infuse it with their gods so that they have leverage of something when they die.”
“And they still covert material gains.”Sharim commented.
“That’s because they are always living for the present and they want to touch,see or hear something rather that the ones you cant even see in the spiritual realm.Thats why it’s so tempting.”
“Anyway,how’s your sister Sharim,?”Kelarim asked, scanning the skies. It was going to rain.
“Fazlin’s fine,she’s studying in colledge at Rockford.That’s why I have second thoughts Kelarim.What will happen to her? Who will support her?”
“That’s why I’m going to ask you again.Would you do something for the greater good or live for your sister,enduring the same old persecution over and over again?Kelarim asked, staring into the eyes of his friend.There was a firm and compassionate to his eyes that was staring at Sharim.
Sharim stared at the duct tape that was taped around his stomach. It was something that will determine his fate. Choices are so hard to make when both sides are so tempting, he concluded.
“Let’s go then,”Sharim told his friend after debating it in his head for several minutes
“Okay.Mine’s straight ahead,Kingport Plaza. Your’s Damrow Cross,just behind this park.”Kelarim said,pointing to the circular domed shopping plaza just behind the park.
“I will see you later my dear friend,”Kelarim said again,grasping the hand of his friend.
“May we bring glory to Allah,”Sharim said,clasping both his hands in return.
And then they were off to their own destination,Sharim nervously fiddling the little button hidden in his pocket as he walked towards Damrow Cross.
It’s on this fateful day many lives will cross paths, sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter..

Blahh...the world ain't nice as it seems...

The time has come...
Welcome to the euphoria...
Through my eyes...
Get sick...
But don't puke on me...