By blade or by hand.

Tournament Results, May 2013

2011-05-15T01:23:00.000-07:00

2011-04-15T22:02:00.000-07:00

2009-12-23T09:14:00.001-08:00

Hello there, you may remember me as the almost always sad secondary school and junior college student, or the aspiring video game journalist, or the aspiring novelist. This blog has seen so much of me and my changes. I was reading through the archives and found some things that are very valuable to me. To be honest they were nothing but the scribblings of an immature brat back then but somehow they have gained significance in my life. It was almost like a story. My story. There were things I regretted in this blog, things I will always cherish, things that made me smile and things that made me want to punch a hole in the wall. This blog wasn't the first but it was the one I wrote on the most, detailing every little bit of my life back then. I'm sure after reading some of my past "Essays" your view of me might change drastically. I do admit to being an angsty emo dick at times but I'm sure most of us were like that at a certain point in time right? I feel like I shouldn't dismiss this blog where I left it almost three years ago. Instead I think that maybe it is time to start writing again. I've been writing since I was twelve. I started off wanting to write far fetched tales of dragons and great battles. Airships and friendships. Then I dabbled in science fiction, and most recently the more down to earth topics like the loss of innocence and concepts of romance. Now I find myself revisiting every genre I ever thought up wanting to write every one. I want to write every story I have ever imagined. Impossible, some might say. I can't promise that every single idea I have had over the years will ever materialise but I have to start somewhere. Where else would be better to begin than at my roots. I feel at home right here to tell you the truth. This is where I began to take my shape and I think this will be my launchpad as well. I'll be writing more now. I guess right now I am in the best frame of mind to explore my imagination. Things just seem so borderless right now. It may sound cheesy but Bruce Lee once said something along the lines of limitations being self created. If you ignore those boundaries you set for yourself, imagine what you could create or what you could be. I think this may very well be a brand new start.

2007-08-26T08:39:00.000-07:00

Dear Kyle,
I know times are hard and sometimes you lose your temper, grabbing things and throwing them about the house like a raving lunatic. But you have to realise that you only have yourself to blame. It's been an entire year and you have never once revised your work. And now you panic like a little dog in a circle of German Shepards. Well, it's your fault for not studying. And stop throwing things all over the place, the god damn house is a pig sty because of you! Now, you clearly won't do well for your upcoming exams but there's never any harm in trying. In fact if you actually study properly you may even get a C average for your A's. That won't be too bad now would it? Stop lollygagging and moping about the subjects you are going to fail and try to work to pull up the others. On another topic, your writing. It seems to be a very...very...let's just say you think you live in a world where you're going to succeed in anything that you try. Haven't you learned enough that one doesn't always get what he wants. Do you honestly think you're going to write the great novel to compare to Lord Of The Rings or even make a movie out of it? You think you're going to be famous? Lindsay Lohan is around your age, she's out there livin it up. She's got movie deals. So does Frankie Muniz. He's got a sweet car and all the spotlight you can ask for. He's probably shooting his next big movie right now. And you my friend. What are you doing? Let me tell you what you're doing. You my friend are sitting around watching cartoons and staring into space at night. Well I can't exactly blame you seeing that you're in JC and all. But then again you can't honestly say you're busy can you? You haven't done any work at all. Not even regular assignments. Something happened to you after the O levels. You just completely shut off. I don't know what it is but I reckon it's going to be what causes your ultimate downfall. Even if you do make it to a university, 2 years of inactivity and i can't imagine how brain dead you will be. What about your writing then? Or your movies? Wait a minute...what movies? You mean those tiny vignettes of yourself acting like a clown? And that 50 page screenplay you got lying around the database? Well, I've just got to say this my friend, I know you love fiction and fantasy. I can't blame you there either, for it presents a sort of escape from the dry mundane world of reality. But you must realise Kyle that the world you live in isn't like the one in the movies or in the books you read or in the video games that you play. There are no lush plains of flowers, no rainforests filled with whimsical spirits, no airships that float dreamily through the cool, calm midnight sky, no sword battles in the heat of a war, no heroics, no glory, no awe-inspiring sunrises that shine after the torturous storms settle, no quests, no journeys, no angel-like warriors called Hadriel, no kings, no queens, no trains that bring you through utopias and dystopias alike, no velvet cape of blue water that separates the worlds, no Raedrics that guard us from the supernatural, no shego, no ARC troopers for you to imagine you are, no clone commandos, no thermopylae for you to pretend you defended against 40,000 robots, no valhalla, no asgard, no Gondolia, no Barpantis, no maltiegua, no Tulem, no volcadalian, no nothing. There's only that continuous whoosh sound you hear from your air conditioner when you wake up from your dreams to reality. I'm sorry, it's alot harsher than what you dream about. Perhaps if you realised that, it would make you a better person? I don't know...Anyway I best be going now. See you around kiddo.

2006-11-27T06:32:00.000-08:00

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The World Express (Snippet)

2006-10-30T03:41:00.000-08:00

"So..." said Rafe as he ran his slender fingers along the silver lining on one of the carriages, "Where does this train go again?"

Bobbin tucked his hands into his pockets and paced down the tracks, examining the copper coloured wheels. "Well according to the books I’ve read, it travels between our world and theirs. And further on down the line...a place worse than ours." he replied.

"So it's like their world is on one end of the pole, the other on the opposite, and ours right in the middle?"
"Apparently so. The train enters at the Bermuda triangle and exits at the devil's triangle near Japan. Bringing day and night to the lands in its wake or vice versa. Or so the legend says of course."

Bobbin pulled out a box of matches and a cigarette from his pockets and lit it. The orange embers at the end of the stick was clearly visible in the dim lighting of the warehouse. "I suppose this could very well be that train that Orion depicts in his books." he said, tucking the matchbox back into the side pocket of his corduroy trousers.

"I've always wondered why there were tracks leading into this warehouse. Still, how can you be sure?" said Rafe as he continued examining and touching he train's carriages.

"I’m not." he replied as exhaled a fog of smoke into the dry air.

"Well can we ride it to see where it goes then?"

"Unfortunately that is out of the question young man."

“What? Why? We can’t just leave the mystery hanging when it’s right here in our hands.” Rafe questioned as he turned around again.

“You have to consider the dangers Rafe. Let’s say this is the world express. The Bermuda and Devil’s triangle are unexplained phenomena.” Bobbin explained, putting out his cigarette on the ground, “We don’t know what could happen if we enter into either. Those that were believed to have flow or sailed into either disappeared and were never heard of again! Who knows what could happen if we rode it.”

“I have nothing to lose…” said Rafe, his eyes looking downward with a kind of brief sadness, “I have no family. No friends. The last person that ever cared for me has left me for dead. I’m about ready to take chances into the unexplained.”

Bobbin shook his head and sighed, “As your legal guardian I forbid you from stepping onto that train. Besides, it could be just an abandoned train recently moved here. It’s probably not even the fabled world express.”

“Funny. Just a second ago you spoke of it as if you knew the legend was true.” Rafe replied, looking at Bobbin who quickly averted his eyes, “Why would you object to it if you were so sure it was a myth?”

Bobbin quickly lit another cigarette and inhaled another lungful of smoke. “We’re leaving now Rafe. It’s too late for boys your age to be out tampering with the otherworldly.”

“You didn’t answer the question!” Rafe exclaimed in frustration, “You believe that the world express is real too don’t you?”

“I don’t know where you got your questioning mind from. Come on, we’re leaving.” Bobbin grabbed Rafe by the sleeve and pulled him along.

“Stop changing the subject Bobbin!” he retorted, escaping Bobbin’s grip, “You know this is the world express don’t you?”

“I never said I believed in such a fairy tale.”

“But you never said you didn’t”

Bobbin stared at the darkness above one of the windows on a train carriage, “You’re right. I do believe in it. Ever since I was your age. But I never dared to ride it.”

“Why not?” Rafe asked as he started to calm down.

“Just simply because it is difficult to accept something into reality when it has been fantasy for as long as you can remember.” He replied as he took the lamp on the ground beside him, “How old are you Rafe?”

“Seventeen. Thought you would know that by now.” He replied, puzzled by the question.

“I guess it would be fine to show you part of the reality now.”

Bobbin took the lamp and walked up to the train carriage. Holding the oil lamp over his head, he waved it around, looking for an exact spot and then, as if the lamp itself had etched the words into the oak panels of the carriage, golden engravings glinted in the dim glow of the lamp. Old but still exquisite, the gold words read “World Express”.

2006-10-01T08:29:00.000-07:00

When we last left off, our heroes were in Agenericmedievalinnstylerestaurant having their lunch with their newfound friend Shane. What they didn't know was that evil was afoot.

Gordon: -so I cast firaga and everything around me exploded into a fireball of death!

Shane: Very interesting. Now shut up and eat your food!

Gordon: Assmonkey.

Shane: What?

Gordon: I said these brass monkeys are awfully intricate.

Shane: What brass monkeys? (Looks back and Gordon had reappeared at the other table.)

Kyle: So Shane what's your story?

Shane: Well I was brought up by my millionaire parents but decided to leave home to make my fortune!

Samuel: No offense dude but you're a shoe shine boy.

Shane: And?

Kurt: And your parents were millionaires.

Shane: So?

Kyle: So you walked away from millions of dollars! To do what? Shine shoes?

Shane: Your point being?

Everyone stares at him for a second and then start eating again.

Kyle: Anyway...how did our adventure start again?

Samuel: Well techincally we weren't doing anything and then Kurt's airship crashed and we're suddenly on a journey to some unknown destination.

Kurt: Meh. Suits me. I'm in for an adventure. Tired of the boring life I lead in the army.

Kyle: The army is for the dogs!

A soldier from the royal army happened to be sitting nearby and heard Kyle's foolish outburst.

SoldierDude: You take that back you young punk!

Kyle: But it's true!

SoldierDude: I've served in this army for 15 years and you're insulting the very service i devote my life to!?

Kyle: Yeah i suppose i am.

SoldierDude: I ought to kick your ass! (Throws a dagger at Kyle.)

The dagger flies through the air and lands in Samuel's soup.

Kyle: Bet the army taught you how to throw knives too eh?

A slam of the table is heard and a hush falls throughout the restaurant. The dagger now sticking into the wooden table and Samuel stands up.

Samuel: You have violated my eating space. You will pay for what you have done!

SoldierDude: Oh? And what are you going to do skeletor?

Samuel: Prepare for the utmost humiliation.

A green light pulsed throughout the restaurant for half a second followed by a sound that was similar to heartbeat.

SoldierDude: Is this the part where I'm supposed to feel some-Oh crap! (Realizes that his pants are down.)

The entire Restaurant bursts into rapturous laughter as the Soldier's pink undergarments are exposed.

Gordon: Wahahahah! Are those issued by the squadron?

Kurt: Have some self respect man!

Shane: That's a crazy looking pair of underpants.

SoldierDude: Shut up! All of you! Who says a man can't wear pink huh?

Kyle: Well, actually it says right here in this book that should a man wear pink he is to be punished by eating of brussel sprouts.

SoldierDude: (Gasps) Not brussel sprouts! (Gets taken away by two burly lawmen.) I'll be back on the streets by dinnertime you pieces of shi-

Gordon: Shitake mushrooms please. Oh and a little more soba.

Kyle: Whoa Samuel that was awesome. Where'd you learn to do that?

Samuel: I dunno. But that way cool. Everything suddenly became slow motion and I was moving in real time and i had the amazing power to pull down his pants even though it was buckled up tight.

Gordon: Coooooool...

Kurt: Okay so we got someone who spits alot and someone who can pull down people's pants. What good is that?

Shane: Who knows? Might come in handy.

Man In black suit: There they are! Get them!

Six men in black suits charge at the five of them. The same heart beat noise is heard and the pulse of green light illuminates the restaurant and in the next instant the six men are knocked out unconscious having tripped on their own trousers.

Kyle: Look out Shane theres one behind you!

A seventh man in a black suit tries to grab shane but he spits at him with such power that he is pinned gto the wall in a webbing of saliva.

Gordon: Reminds me of the alien series. Cool.

Kurt: Well that proves that you guys are worth something. Check please!

They pay for their meal and leave the restaurant,leaving everyone there bewildered with six men unconscious and one trapped in a disgusting sticky trap.

Kyle: So who do you think those guys were?

Samuel: Dunno. Some dudes from the government maybe.

Gordon: You mean the king.

Samuel: Right. I forgot democracy hasn't taken effect yet...

Kurt: But what would the king want with us?

Kyle: Well for one we kinda destroyed the plateau a while ago.

Kurt: Oh yeah. But nahh can't be that simple.

Shane: Oh well. Only one thing to do.

Samuel: What's that?

Shane: Go on a meaningless adventure where we battle unknown bad guys till we find the king!

Kyle: Works for me!

Gordon: I'm a level 60 black mage. It should be fine.

Kurt: Okay but i'm stopping buy lunatic lucy's airship department I'm tired of walking damnit!

To be continued

Super Crazy Stories

2006-09-27T10:14:00.000-07:00

A continuation of Kyle's random stories.

So as we last left off, our heroes were in the La' Theine Plateau hunting out an old geezer that fled from the scene of the ominous marshmallow. Gordon however being a level 60 black mage wiped out the entire map with his Firaga spell and they are now left in a charred wasteland.

Kurt: Well, look on the bright side. The marshmallow's not overdone.

Kyle: I know they're called Area of Effect spells but this is crazy.

Samuel: So uhh....what do we do now?

Gordon: Well technically if we zone out of the map and re-zone in, the place will be back to normal. Just like every video game in history.

Kurt: Forget about it! Let's go to the nearest town and get some lunch.

Kyle: I'm famished.

Samuel: Yeah me too I vote for lunch.

Gordon: Hey whatever happened to those guys with the viking helmets and stuff?

Samuel: Oh you mean the four horsemen? (Whispers) I think the writer plum forgot about them and just cut them out.

Gordon: Ah I see...lazy jackass..

Suddenly, out from nowhere comes a giant blinking black line.

Kurt: What the hell is this thing?

Kyle: Run! It's a backspace line! The writer must've heard us!

The line moves towards them as they bolt for the nearest zone, clearing out everything in it's path.

Gordon: Geez what a sour grape.

The four of them find themselves in the town of Airwickaroma. The smelliest town in all the 42 kingdoms.

Kurt: Phew. Good thing for my sinuses. I can't smell anything.

Gordon: Actually the smell kind of reminds me of french toast.

Kyle: Yeah, french toast dipped in sh-

Samuel: Shoe shine, only 1 dollar, happy best lucky wish wash?

Boy: Yes thats the name of our company! What can i do you for?

Gordon: I don't suppose you're from Japan?

Boy: Ja.....pan?

Gordon: Nevermind.

Boy: So what'll it be, normal shine or spit shine.

Kyle: Whats the difference?

Boy: The spit shine tends to get a leeeeetle bit messy.

Kurt: Okay we don't have all day, four spit shines please.

Boy: Coming right up!

Ten seconds later

Samuel: There's spit all over the place!

Gordon: Boy when he said a little bit messy...(Pours a pint of spit out of his shoes.)

Kyle: Oh well at least our shoes are nice and shiny. Look! I can see myself!

Samuel: Thats the reflection in the spit bubbles...

Kurt: What manner of man are you who can conjure up so much spit in one sitting?

Boy: I am called "Spitz" in my hometown. Either that or spitty mc spit spit. Or Spitinator. Or Spitacular....and...uhhh..Just call me Shane. Shane will do!

Gordon: Please to meet you Shane.

Samuel: Uhhh...charmed i'm sure.

Kyle: So you know this town dude? (Wipes a wad of spit off his arm)

Shane: Yeah like the back of my hand! (Looks at his hand.) What the heck are those spots on my knuckles?

Samuel: Anyway...you know a place to get grub around here?

Shane: Yeah there's a place called "Agenericmedievalinnstylerestaurant" Kinda hard to pronouce but you'll get the hang of it. Best food in all of Airwickaroma!

Kyle: Alrighty where is it?

Shane: Behind you.

Samuel: Ah. Pity we didn't turn around to see the people eating in there.

Kurt: Thank you for your help Shane. As a manner of repayment would you like to have lunch with us?

Shane: Are you buying?

Kurt: Sure why not.

Shane: Alrighty! Put er there pal!

Kurt: Make it a spit shake, new friend.

Kyle: Uhh Kurt, maybe you shouldn't-

Ptooiiieeee~~~

To be continued...

Courage my friends.

2006-09-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

A bunch of words that will give you some courage before taking that long walk into the promotional examination halls. Say it to yourself before your exams and you will feel slightly better :)

Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all.

Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on.

War of the schools revisited V (Final)

2006-09-04T06:07:00.000-07:00

War of the schools Episode 5 (Final episode at the time)

It was 3 a.m. in the morning. The stars still shone down on the 5 of them who were sleeping in the field. Well they weren’t really sleeping at all actually.

Kyle: Arggh! I can’t sleep. We shouldn’t have taken that nap just now.

Samuel: I can’t sleep either. And my gastric juices are being released in excess…

Joshua: zzzz…. just kidding.

Ryan: Whoa man are we gonna feel like shit tomorrow.

Shane: Walau! Walau! Walau!

Thirty minutes later…

Shane: Walau! Walau! Wa-

Everyone: Shane shut the funk up!

An eerie silence filled the field and the distinct sound of crickets resounded through the air.

Shane: WALAU!

Kyle: That’s it, I’m going to the other side of the field.

Joshua: Me too

Samuel: Me three

Shane: Me four

Ryan: No! You stay here and walau yourself to sleep!

Lying there on the grass for another hour, they finally were able to drift into a slumber. Which was interrupted within the next hour by a wake up call, which blasted through the walls of SJI.

Ryan: I’m going to shove that horn so far up that guy’s-

Shane: WALAU!

Samuel: (Smacks Shane with his Katana)

Joshua: zzzz…

It was still dark but the students were forming up in the courtyard again. Slowly, Kyle brought himself to his feet and wiped the sandman’s dust out of his eyes. He then clambered up the steps and into the courtyard with Samuel behind him.

Kyle: Where are the rest?

Samuel: They’re getting ready. (Yawns)

Kyle: Stupid numbskulls. Don’t they know we need to rest more in times of war.

Samuel: Apparently not.

The students who had assembled suddenly dispersed once again and headed up the staircases.

Shane: Where the funk are they going now?

Ryan: Those punks!

The students made their way into the hall on the second floor and they all gathered there. Quietly they sat down and Samuel and the rest sat down along with them. Brother Michael Broughton was at the front once again.

Brother Michael: Let us remember the holy presence of God.

Kyle: Morning prayers. Well maybe God will take away our weariness.

Ryan, Shane, Samuel: ZZZ…

As the prayers went on, many of the students bowed down and prayed in their own way. This was going to prepare them for the next thing that Brother Michael would say. And a very shocking sentence it would be as well. The prayers came to a close. And then he spoke.

Brother Michael: Gentlemen, you are, as of this moment, at open war with each other. We will see you later. Goodbye (leaves the hall)

Kyle: Huh? What’s that supposed to mean.

Reuben: I think he means that we are at war with one another.

Darren: Doesn’t take a genius to know that.

Reuben: I know I’m just saying man relax.

Zul (St. Joseph’s student): Yeah you guys gotta learn to cool down man.
Samuel: What are you talking about?

Nigel (SJI): Look, he said open war so that means we are strictly supposed to be fighting each other now.

Justin: And why aren’t we?

James (SJI): None of us took the initiative yet.

Ryan: Oh so now you’re picking on us because of (speaks in a high pitched voice) “Initiative”.

Zul: Why are you all getting so worked up for.

Shane: If a brother wakes you up at bloody 5 in the morning and tells us that we’re at war and leaves us in a hall, wouldn’t you get worked up?

James: No

Shane: That’s because you’re stupid.

Nigel: Us stupid? If I remember correctly it was St. Patrick’s who came running for our help just yesterday.

Ivan: Oh you stupid piece of-

A huge verbal fight broke out in the hall and everyone was shouting at the nearest person about something or other. Fingers were pointed and small shoves were being made. This was a highly volatile situation. Suddenly, the doors opened and silence crept about again.

Joshua: Hey guys sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything important?

They surveyed the unkempt uniform and half-buttoned shirt of Joshua as he stepped into the hall, bewildered, as usual.

Nigel: Look at that. Showing up late for something as important as this.

Ryan: I’ve had enough of you flapping your gums around biatch. (Flashes a middle finger and turns away)

James: Okay that’s all I’m going to take. (Runs forward and punches Ryan in his ample abdomen)

The hall was filled with ruckus and punches flew from either side.

Joshua: Whoa I must have missed a lot.
The single white legion had separated and was now pressing each other back. It was as if a riot had broken out. Vulgarities were hurled at each other and fierce blows were exchanged. The street fighting sense of the Patricians clearly gave them the upper hand as they knocked down the scores of Josephians. Eventually they were pushed out of the hall and they retreated down to the courtyard.

Kyle: Take that fools!

Ryan: Yeah you better run! I’m the champ!

Shane: HAH! Look at those cowards.

Samuel: Heheheh we win. And WE rode to THEM for help

Joshua: (Fumbles with buttons) Yeah we rock man. So- Why are we fighting SJI again?

Darren: No idea. Brother Michael said we are at open war with them.

Marc Van Huizen: Perhaps this is a contest to see who is the better school. Well, we shall see about that! Patricians, Charge!

The infamous OOOHHH chant rang about as they poured through the staircases and came face to face once again with SJI but this time they were in dressed ranks as if in a parade.

Kyle: Is it just me or does that squad appear smaller than before?

Samuel: Crap! I think it’s a trap!

How right he was, two smaller units appeared from behind them and knocked into them. The unit in front charged at them as well. They were now caught in a whirlwind of Josephians. However the street styles of the Patricians once again allowed them to fight their way out of the encirclement. It was almost like a war between cavemen at that point with ruthless clubbing and punches from all sides. It appeared that the Patricians had the upper hand. That was until four catapults were wheeled before them.

Zul: Ready? Present! Take aim! Fire!

Four huge balloons flew through the air pelting all of them with cold freezing water from the water coolers.

Kyle: AAARGH!

Joshua: Cold cold cold!

The Josephians took advantage of the situation and knocked the ranks back as they shielded themselves from the cold water. The Patrician squad started to falter and the Josephians were gaining ground quickly.

Marc: Retreat! Fall back and regroup!

Parts of the white mass began to break off from the other parts and the patricians ran into the field. Down the steps, over the red track, onto the grass and they regrouped behind the hill.

Shane: Crap they got siege weapons.

Joshua: Ya. No fair they got the home advantage!

Ryan: But still, did you see how fast they fell when we fought back.

Samuel: Yes our strength lies in our fighting. But they have excellent tactics. Ones that we can’t use on away soil.

Kyle: Yeah. While we were so full of ourselves for pushing them out of the hall they got into formation so fast and took us from behind.

Samuel: We could learn a lot from them. But for now lets teach them a lesson.

The Patricians charged out from behind the hill, ready to meet the Josephians in battle. But to the surprise of many of them, they were nowhere to be seen.

Ivan: Where the hell did they go.

Justin: Those chickens. Lets go find them and kick their a-

Rishic: That’s not a very good idea Justin.

Justin: What? Why?

Samuel: Because, they know this place like the back of their hands! You think we can outsmart them on home turf? They probably have a trap set up somewhere.

Kyle: Sam’s right man. We’d probably get lost in this school even if its this small compared to ours.

Marc: Alright. I suggest we stay here and wait for them to come out. That way we have a big warfront to fight on.

Joshua: Agreed.

Ivan: That’s fine with me. All Patricians! Hold ground!

There they stood, in the middle of the field waiting. They waited and waited. After about half an hour, everyone was getting restless. The organized ranks split up and were scattered. Many of them went to sit down on the hill as they continued waiting.

Marc: This is going to take a long time. Ivan tell them to sit tight.

Ivan: Continue to hold position! You may rest if you need to!

Kyle took a seat next to Samuel and Shane on the hill as he plucked grass off the ground and twiddled it in his fingers.

Kyle: Gee I wonder what they are doing to our school right now.

Samuel: Probably nothing. They have an extent of manners I guess.

Joshua: Yeah. They are the “best” schools in that area after all.

Ryan: Stupid punks. We should have burnt that cert when we had the chance.

Kyle: Haha that was my fault.

Joshua: No big deal la. They’d probably get another certificate this year after they get an o level average of 6 points or something.

Shane: That’s why. I bet they are painting the school pink or something.

Samuel: I hope they paint Wei Jie pink.

Joshua: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ryan: Maybe they are torturing him with mindless ramblings.

Samuel: Oh don’t go there man. I think he would out-talk the girls. And as for the mindless part, well yeah you get the drift.

Kyle: He’s not that bad man.

Joshua: Yeah its just that he gets on our nerves sometimes.

Shane: Sometimes?

Joshua: Okay I mean a lot of times.

Kyle: Geez man what the hell is taking those guys so long to come and find us.
Samuel: Maybe they’re doing the same thing but that’s kind of unlikely.

Ryan: Whatever man I’m just gonna lay down now. (Mumbles) Stupid people made us get up at 5 for this!

The sky grew much brighter and before long the sun was high up in the sky and was shining its “wonderful” heat on the shoulders of the Patricians.

Joshua: (Sings) Sunshine, on my shoulders makes me happy~

Ryan: Shut up! I’m dying out here.

Kyle: Sorry I couldn’t hear you the HEAT was too loud.

Samuel: They have got to be doing something. I definitely think that they wouldn’t wait out that long.

Rishic: But we cant afford to take that risk dude.

Samuel: Fine we’ll give it more time.

They whiled away the time playing “rock paper scissors” and “chopsticks”. It was about lunchtime and as you can imagine, everyone was getting hungry.

Marcus: Eh hurry up lah we need to eat man. We all didn’t even have breakfast.

Andre: Ya. Could we just go and get some stuff to eat.

Selvam: Me hungy.

Ryan: Shut up!

Samuel: Damn this is just like Metal Gear solid when I destroyed the provisions store. Didn’t think I would fall for something like this. Rishic I think they are making us wait out here like idiots. I think we should press onwards and take the canteen first.

Rishic: That’s a good idea (Stomach rumbles)

Marc: Yes. Okay we’re going to take the canteen now! Patricians on your feet! Move out.

The 1250 of them pried themselves of the ground and lazily marched toward the canteen. When they reached the place, they saw that food was already nicely laid out for them on the tables. Without thinking, they all ran toward the tables like wild Samoans.

Ryan: Fried rice! Me first me first!

Marcus: Yeah this rocks!

Samuel: Guys! Don’t be fooled this is the most obvious set up I’ve ever seen.

Ivan: Aiya Samuel relax la. Let us eat man. We’ve been sitting there the whole day without anything. Its not like they are gonna come rushing out and attack us while we’re eating right?

Samuel: Uhh. No. Coz they’re already here.

The Patricians lifted their head and they saw the Josephians in the field in front of them.

James: Looks like we got you cornered this time. This is your chance to give up. Do I see a white flag?

Kyle: Nah don’t think so. But I do see this white bench!

Kyle lifted the bench over his head and flung it in the direction of the Josephians. He knocked down at least half of the front row.

James: Attack!

Samuel: Charge!

Again another fight broke out. Plates flew everywhere; rice was in the air. Tables were overturned, benches leveled. It was the messiest war anyone had ever laid eyes on. James waded through the fight and pulled Marc out of the big fuss.

James: Stop! We now have your leader. By the rules of open war. You are bested.

Ryan: What the hell.

Rishic: Hey he’s right. Damn we lost…

Joshua: Crapppp

Samuel: James. It is not over yet for we have your leader as well.

James: Nigel? Where?

Kyle: Oh so Nigel is the king of your fellowship. Grabs him and puts him at the point of his wooden blade.

Samuel: Now we do.

Kyle stared at James and he stared back. Both of them had captured the others leader but were unsure of what to do.

Reuben: I guess, we have fought equally and are at a deadlock.

James: How shall we settle this then?

Rishic: A duel!

Zul: Didn’t we already fight enough.

Rishic: But a duel is only between the two chosen people of each side. The winner…Well the winner wins I guess.

Nigel: Well that’s easy. Akio will represent us.

Akio: Hai!

Nigel: He’s a foreign exchange student from Japan. Trained in Judo since he was 5. I sincerely hope you have a decent challenger.

Samuel: Pfft. Bet he can’t count to five.

Marc: Yes we do. Andre Wee.

Andre: Me?

Marc: Black belt in Aikido, ready to give you a beatdown anytime.

Nigel: Very well. We shall begin.

Akio and Andre both stood face to face but at a slight distance in a manner of respect for each of their disciplines. They raised their hands and they had started. Akio threw a punch but Andre sidestepped and followed with an elbow to the side of the head. Sweeping him off his feet, Akio fell to the ground with a thud. Undaunted he nipped up and thrust kicked Andre and forced him into a backward roll. Andre got up and the two locked arms. Like to stags fighting for supremacy they exchanged locks only to be countered with yet another lock. It was almost as if the souls of Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris had entered them. Akio went in for a judo hip throw but Andre countered it into a triangle hold. Akio was being choked out. He grabbed Andre by the throat as well and with no free hands, he was choked as well. It was the personification of equal ability. They both let go and sprung up to their feet. The two of them stood at a distance again and they were prepared to shell out blows again. But as the two of them raised their arms, a booming voice halted their actions.

Brother Michael: Everyone get into the hall now!
The patricians stood there with their jaws open. The Josephians however proceeded quickly up the stairs. Before they left, Akio and Andre bowed to each other in respect of each other’s skills.

Shane: What the hell is he going to do now?

Kyle: Probably declare open war on that hawker center over there. Pfft…

All of them gathered once again in the hall and Brother Michael called for silence as he took to the lectern once again. The Josephians and Patricians kept their distance from one another.

Brother Michael: Look at all of you. Your clothes. You look like barbarians!

Kyle turned around and noticed that many of the Patricians and Josephians had torn shirts and pants.

Brother Michael: Totally ruthless individuals you all are.

Shane: What the hell. He was the one that told us to go to war with each other.

Brother: But. Ruthless is exactly what you need to be in these times.

Shane: Oh…

Samuel: I knew he had an ace up his sleeve.

A chatter broke out in the whole crowd but was silenced as he drew another breath to speak.

Brother Michael: I know ruthlessness is never a good thing. But the people who took you out of your school were ruthless. Like Mr. Lak said. If someone took something dear from you ruthlessly like a barbarian. Won’t that drive you to take it back just as ruthlessly?

Mr. Lak: It may be a sin yes in real war with guns and bombs. But this is a huge disagreement between schools. It’s different. This “exercise” was done so that we can make you realize that if you can fight your own brothers, why can’t you fight off the enemy?

The student’s eyes suddenly gleamed with a certain understanding.

Brother Michael: I hope you all understand now. This may have wasted your time and energy but at least now you know what it takes to be on a battlefield.

Joshua: Uh…No I still kinda am confused (gets nudged in the ribs by Ryan)
Mr. Lak: We the white alliance are going to take back what they took from us. Even if it means fighting with styles of ruthlessness and beyond.

Brother Michael: You will now have your reflection time. Dinner will be ready in an hour.

They left the room and the Josephians and Patricians stared at each other from across the room. Slowly, they moved and met in the center.

Marc: You guys fought well.

Nigel: As did you.

They stared at each other for a while and then extended their hands. Marc grabbed Nigel’s hand and gave it a shake of friendship. This was the real beginning of the white alliance. The rest of them began to shake hands and the events which took place before that were all forgotten.

Kyle: Well I’m glad that crap is over.

Samuel: Actually it was quite fun.

Kyle: Yeah now that you mentioned it, it was.

Shane: Damn right.

Ryan: So….how many of you split your pants in the riot.

Joshua: I did

Shane: Same

Samuel: Uhh…stupid school uniform pants. Too tight.

Kyle: Okay this reminds me of funny times. Remember the time Josh and I were doing ju jitsu moves and when he stood up, he tore his pants? Hahahaha!

Joshua: Ya very funny. How bout the time we were playing baseball in the field and you had to act all pro and dive and your pants got split right in half! HAHAHAHA

ALL: HAHAHAHA.

Kyle: Yeah yeah real funny…

Joshua: HAHAHA. And the pants you borrowed from the office were at your shins! HAHAHA.
Samuel: Alright Josh that’s enough man.

Ryan: Uh I gotta go change man.

Shane: Ya lets go.

Brother Michael came into the hall once again.

Brother Michael: Oh yes and before I forget, we have to get up early tomorrow. At first light, we ride for Raffles Institution.

Kyle: What?!?!

Samuel: Geez…

Shane: Oh my God its another one of his bright ideas.

Joshua: You know what, I don’t really care. I’m gonna go change and sleep.

Ryan: Good idea.

Kyle: Pfft. RI he says. Next he’ll be telling us we’re going to Australia.

The 5 left the hall and the white alliance was finally realized. This marked a great turning point in the war of the schools.

Stay tuned for episode 6

War of the schools (Revisited) IV

2006-08-28T06:08:00.000-07:00

A little known fact- At the time when this was written, Kyle was bent on becoming a professional wrestler. Just keep it in mind.

War of the schools

Episode 4: The white alliance

They sped away from the fallen citadel of St Patrick’s school. They cycled for miles. Not knowing what to do. All they knew was to follow the lead rider. It was the early afternoon. Around 1 to 2 p.m.

Kyle: Damn this heat is killing me. And my legs are tired. How much further to Whitley road?

Shane: Just a while. Maybe a couple more times over the horizon.

Samuel: Actually we are pretty close already. Don’t worry guys.

Ryan: That’s easy for you to say (Pants)

Kyle: Haha like I said man, its good exercise.

Joshua: Kyle, stop joking. We just got defeated at our own school

Shane: But what can we do? Crying over it wont make anything better either.

Samuel: By the way, did any of you see Wei Jie?

They looked around far into the back of the ranks of white.

Ryan: Somehow if he was still here he would be right here blabbing about.

Samuel took out his phone and noticed it was out of battery. He removed the battery pack and slipped it into his pocket.

Samuel: Kyle, could I borrow your battery for a while. I need to check my phone.

Kyle: Sure. (Takes out his N-Gage and passes the battery to Samuel)

He inserted the battery into the phone and the minute it lighted up, the message alert screen came up. He had 15 new messages. All of which were sent by Wei Jie.

Samuel: Oh crap

Shane: What?

Samuel: (Shows Shane the messages)
Message screen

Wei Jie

Yo Sam. I had to go back to the hall to get my sword. Some idiot just locked the door I cant get out.

Oi you there or not

Faster leh reply. (this appeared 9 times)

Uh oh the VJC ppl are here. Where are you all? I’ve been waiting here for-

Ryan: Hmmm. I think he was captured

Samuel: -_- duh

Joshua: Crap. What if they torture him and interrogate him?

Shane: Don’t worry. The good thing about Wei Jie is that he doesn’t let out secrets. That is if he knows any.

Samuel: Don’t worry. We’ll be back for him. And those people will pay for taking him hostage.

Kyle: I’m too tired to worry about fighting for the time being. Lets just keep pedaling.

So onward they pedaled in the blistering heat. Sweat dropped to the ground as the patricians cycled to SJI. They traveled in scattered formation. They were in small groups far away from each other. Finally after about 2 hours they reached the green fences of SJI. Within them lay the second white citadel. It reminded them of St. Patrick’s but that didn’t really make anything better.

Ryan: Its not as big as our school but its pretty okay.

They waited at the gate as the security guard went to get his orders. He came back with a smile on his face and opened the gates. They filtered into the compound and continued all the way into the field. There they assembled as they awaited their hosts.

Kyle: Ah. Good old SJI. I remember when I came here for LLTC.

Ryan: LLTC?

Kyle: Lasallian leadership training camp. Was a memorable experience in sec 3.

Shane: Yeah I remember. I was supposed to go but I had a cricket match.
Samuel: Heh. I wouldn’t have gone even if I had the chance.

Joshua: Why are you always so negative about everything

Samuel: Because a camp like that is a waste of time.

Ryan: Why?

Samuel: I don’t need someone to gauge whether I can be a leader. All I have to do is believe that I am.

Kyle: You have a point there. I guess.

The courtyard came to a silence as a man clothed in a white robe came up to the podium. He was none other than brother Michael Broughton. Principal of SJI. Lak the wise followed close behind him and stood at his side.

Brother Michael: Fellow Lasallians. We have heard of the attack from your messenger who was sent. We all know it was a terrible thing. But for now, there is nothing much we can do. All I can offer you is our hospitality for the time being. Please make yourselves at home. Our students will aid you in any way they can. Now I must attend to some matters with your principal. For now, you can move freely. But by nightfall we need to gather back at the court. Carry on.

Kyle: Well that was quick. At least Mr. Lak is fine.

Samuel: Yes. I didn’t see him though. He must have taken his car.

Randall: Eh hi.

Shane: Hi Randall how was the run all the way here.

Randall: Bloody tiring.

Kyle: Well it’s a good thing you got here to tell them about the attacks. Victoria joined the invasion and took the school.

Randall: No wonder you all had to retreat.

Ryan: Ya we kind of got overrun.

Randall: Phew. The bloody sun is so hot. We better go inside and rest a bit. We can’t do anything now anyway.

Kyle: Yeah you’re right. Lets go.

They went into the canteen. There, the SJI students had gathered in small groups to help with the medical care needed. Kyle went to the drink machine to get drinks for the party. He saw a familiar face within the small crowd as he collected the drinks from the machine. It was Reuben D’cruz. A former student of St. Michael’s primary and classmate of Kyle. They used to play cricket together in the primary school league but he had switched to hockey since cricket in SJI closed down.

Kyle: Hey Reuben! What’s up man.

Reuben: Oh hi Kyle, long time no see. How are you?

Kyle: Okay I guess but the school kinda got overtaken.

Reuben: Don’t worry. I heard that theres a plan going out to retake it. But it won’t come into play just yet so all you have to do is sit tight.

Kyle: Yeah. So where are we going to be staying during this short visit?

Reuben: Well our classes are kind of full so you’ll have to sleep in the corridors or the canteen.

Kyle: I think the field would be a better place. Unless it rains of course.

Reuben: The field huh? I think I can get the scouts to set up some shelters there if you want.

Kyle: Really? Hey that’d be cool. Good to see you again man but I have to pass these drinks to my friends now. Catch up with you later man.

Reuben: Yeah will seeya soon. Go relax.

He waved to Reuben as he walked back into the open and met his friends under the shade of a tree. He sat down on the grass in between Joshua and Shane.

Kyle: (Passing around the drinks) My friend Reuben said we’d have to sleep in open areas like the canteen or the corridors while we are here. But I guess its better than nothing.

Shane: Damn this is like a school camp all over again.

Ryan: Hope they don’t serve that catered food in those Styrofoam boxes. Yuck.

Joshua: Ya I wanna eat nachos.

Kyle: (Yawns) You know what we can talk about this later I’m going to take a nap.

Shane: Sounds like a good idea.

Samuel: Nice shade and everything. Wake me up when the brother calls us.

Ryan: Me too. Good night- uhh I mean afternoon-whatever.

Kyle: Aren’t you gonna finish your drinks,

Shane: Oh.

Joshua: Yeah

Samuel: Forgot bout them

Ryan: zzzzzzzz

The sun turned from bright orange to a light pink as it descended into the evening sky. Kyle woke up from his long nap and so did the others. By now, the courtyard was filled with chattering patricians and josephians. They were side by side. The brotherhood between the two schools had never been as close as this. Well, to say the least, SJI and SPS weren’t always on good terms after all but the Lasallian spirit brings them together when needed. In the center of the courtyard, a bonfire burned strong. As the sky darkened, it warmed the Lasallians and lit up the yard as well. Brother Michael Broughton walked into the center of the courtyard, next to the fire. Lak the wise joined him as well. As a sign of respect, everyone kept quiet. Samuel and the rest joined the group, which was around the fire. They formed a ring around the blaze and the two leaders stood in the center. Lak the wise then began to speak.

Lak the wise: From what I saw this morning, we lost because of 3 reasons. One, we were outnumbered. Two, we were taken by surprise. And three. How many of you. How many of you, were afraid to hit the enemy? Well? How many?

Slowly, hands came up among the patricians. Then more and more. Lak the wise rubbed his forehead. Samuel and Shane were surprised to see that Kyle had his hand up as well.

Lak the wise: Why? Why were you afraid?

Kyle: We’ve never really been in a battle before—

Lak the wise: So? That doesn’t mean all of you are going to cower in fear just because you haven’t experienced warfare before. If someone wants to punch you. Are you going to just let him smack you in the face.

Kyle: well

Lak the wise: NO! You wouldn’t. You’d smack him for even thinking about it. Why didn’t you think of that when they were trying to take our school from us? If you can fight like barbarians among yourselves, why can’t you fight against those who mean us harm? All of you! To live is to fight. To fight for what you hold dear to you. To fight is to defend all that you treasure and not let a hurting hand lay a finger on it! Andre! The next time someone attacks you what will you do?

Andre: Fight back sir?

Lak the wise: Yes! Brian! If someone wanted to take you out of your place at school. What would you do?

Brian: Fight!

Lak the wise: Exactly. Kyle, if someone took something you hold dear away from you and threatened to destroy it. What would you do.

At that moment, Kyle beheld the vision of his lifelong dream, a contract with the WWE being snatched from his hand and burnt. He swayed for a moment on the spot as he thought.

Kyle: Fight.

Lak the wise: Yes! We will fight!

Patricians: Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Lak the wise: That is right students. We will fight. Can I count on you to fight for the white citadel when we return to free it from the enemies clutches?

Patricians: Yes!

Lak the wise: then it is settled. We shall fight for our honor, for our pride, and for everything we stand for. And we will prevail.

Patricians: OOOHHHHH!!!!!

The patricians all gave a huge cheer as they found their new zeal. Brother Michael then started to speak as the noise died down.

Brother Michael: Patricians and Josephians. Today, an attack was launched on St. Patrick’s school and caused you all to seek shelter here. We are most honored to have you all here. However something must be done about the threat. As brother schools, we have to help each other. So we have come up with a plan.

A huge chatter broke out as he said those words.
Brother Michael: Please keep silent. Our plan is, to reclaim St. Patrick’s school. And we are going to do it by whatever means necessary. And to do that we have now formed what we would like to call, the white alliance. St. Patrick’s and St. Joseph’s riding side by side. Brothers in arms. Just like the old days. What do you think of that Lak?

Lak the wise: It sounds like a brilliant idea.

Brother Michael: And that it is. The Lasallian spirit will guide you all. I am sure of that. We can work together to drive out that threat and put an end to the war. Can I get a yes to that?

Patricians and Josephians: (faintly) yes

Brother Michael: I can’t hear you!

Patricians and Josephians: YES!

Brother Michael: Then we shall ride together and we shall be victorious!

Patricians and Josephians: YES!

Brother Michael: It is good to see that you are all willing. It is getting late. Shall we call it a night? Patricians. You may sleep anywhere you wish. Josephians proceed to your classes. We all need rest. Keep the fire burning for our guests. Good night my friends.

As Brother Michael and Lak the wise left the courtyard, so did the Josephians. The patricians scattered once again.

Reuben: Hey Kyle. We set up some scaffold shelters there if you want to sleep out in the open tonight. Have a nice night dude.

Kyle: Thanks a lot Reuben. See you soon.

Soon only a handful of people were left in the yard. Kyle and the rest of them settled down on the grass in the sleeping bags that the josephians had provided them. The night was unusually starry.

Kyle: Nice sky up tonight eh?

Ryan: Yeah.

Joshua: There must be a majillion billion stars and we get like 30 to look at? Oh wait sorry 32.

Samuel: That’s what you get for light pollution.

Shane: I’m going to sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be an eventful day. Not like this one.

Kyle: Yeah I think we should all call it a night.

Samuel: Agreed. Well good night dudes.

All: Good night.

As his eyes, which were fixed on the night sky slowly, closed, there was one thought that echoed through Kyle’s mind. Fight. Fight for the thing that is dear to you. Fight.

War of the schools (Revisited) III

2006-08-27T03:50:00.000-07:00

War of the schools episode 3

The fall of the white citadel

As he pulled his dried out mouth away from the microphone, all eyes came to rest on the single piece of paper he held in his hand.

Samuel: I really don’t think this was a good idea.

Shane: Heads up! The search team is behind us!

Joshua: You know what, I think we should concentrate on whats in front of us now.

Samuel turned his head and noticed the remaining portion of the army, which had not entered the school, was forming up again. This time, facing them.

Ryan: We are so screwed.

Shane: Shut up! Can you say something constructive for once?

Ryan: Well theres a gardeners shed over there, maybe there’s a bolt cutter we could use to cut a hole in a fence or something.

Kyle: Ryan you genius!

Nadia: Stop! (Panting) Stop or we’ll order them all to take the certificate by force! (Points to the awaiting army)

Samuel: Crap. Kyle, think we can make it if we run?

Kyle: Well, considering the fact that our only option is to run anyway, (turns and runs)

Joshua: I’ll take that as a yes.

Like white blurs across the green grass, they sped in the direction of the shed. An ear splitting high-pitched whistle sounded in the distance. The rush of hundreds of footsteps accompanied by the deafening screeches began to engulf the field.

Ryan: I’d probably lose about 10 pounds after this.

Kyle: Look on the bright side. No more TAF club eh?

Shane: Lawn mower, sprinkler hose, gardening shears, bolt cutter! There we go. Hurry!

Joshua: Whoa that seriously is a lot of blue!

The advancing units had covered half the field and were approaching fast. The search party too was right on their heels as Kyle grabbed Joshua by the collar and pulled him around the corner.

Ryan: There! Cut open that fence!

Shane: That leads to the canal!

Samuel: Yes Shane. And the canal leads to school.

Joshua: It’s full of --nevermind.

With four quick cuts they tore a hole in the fence. Big enough for them to squeeze through.

Shane: Ryan go first.

Ryan: Bonsai! (Jumps into the canal)

Ryan jumped into the canal and was followed by Samuel. The search party had reached within a derringer range of them. Shane and Joshua quickly dove in. Kyle tucked the certificate into his shirt and proceeded to leap in when a hand caught his collar and yanked him against the fence.

Convent prefect: Hand it over now!

Kyle: Never! (Tries to break free)

As Kyle struggled, more hands grabbed him through the hole that was made.

Samuel: Kyle! Hurry! The army is near you!

Nadia: Kyle, just give it back and we’ll set you free.

Kyle: No! (Uses all his strength as he leans forward)

Nadia: Kyleee! (Grabs his shirt)

Kyle: I’m not giving it back! This is for the honor of my school.

Kyle leant forward at a sharp angle and one by one thew hands let go. All except one. Till the last moment as he fell from their grasp. Nadia’s hand that was latched onto his shirt ripped it open as he fell down. It all seemed as if it was in slow motion. The ripples of Kyle’s cotton shirt flung the certificate away from his body. As it fell out of his shirt, he scrambled for it as he plummeted into the green murky waters. The certificate caught a gust of wind and flew upward over the fence and landed safely in the hands of Nadia.

Kyle: (Falling back-first) Noooooo!

With a loud splash, he sank into the green depths of the Siglap canal. He floated to the top gasping for air and floated downstream as the rest of them did. The army of Katong convent students had massed at the gate.

Convent student #1: Look at those patricians floating with sewerage.

Convent student #2: A rightful place it is for them too. (Picks up a plastic bottle and flings it into the canal where they were floating away)

The rest of them followed as they each grasped pieces of litter from the ground and hurled it at the five of them. It was like a rain of garbage followed by loud rallies of taunts and jeers.

Samuel: Let us swim back before we get hurt even more.

They swam along with the drift and eventually were clear of the taunts and litter. However the sound of battle could be heard once again. Rishic’s troupe of scouts pushed the catapults back toward the courtyard as the invading armies proceeded.

Justin: Rishic, station the catapults at the foot of Alban block. They’ll have to come through Kiely square and when they reach the courtyard, we’ll make our stand.

Rishic: Alrighty. Pull all the forces together, take up at least half the courtyard.

The sounds of metal crashing to the floor sounded from the science block.

Rishic: Too late! They are upon us. Gather whatever forces you have here, my catapults will support you. I’ll get the NCC contingent.

The armies funneled into Kiely square through the tiny corridor at the science block.

Justin: Well that should hold them there for a while.

The NCC contingent ran to the courtyard to aid the rest as they abandoned their gate posts. At least 200 of them came as the army of VJC and KC gathered.

Justin: Rishic, we now have 400 students here. Darren and Ivan have another 400. That makes 800. But then where are the other 500 plus people?

Rishic: What? You mean 500 patricians are missing?

Justin: I don’t know! Where could they have gone?

Rishic: Let us not ponder about that now. They are almost ready to attack. Be wary for their movements.

Ivan and Darren’s units began to retreat to the front of the school. They had no chance to hold them off anymore as the whole army bypassed them without notice.

Darren: We should go back to the courtyard. They may have already started the attack there.

Ivan: Right. We’ll enter from the front gate and charge to the courtyard. That’s where we’d have to make a stand.

Their units quickly trudged back towards the school via the Siglap canal walkway. Ivan spotted Samuel and the rest swimming in their direction.

Ivan: Samuel what are you all doing in there?

Joshua: We’re having a jolly old Thursday morning swim.

Samuel: But seriously, we were almost caught by KC and had to jump in.

Ivan: Okay try and climb up. We’ll pull you up once you get close enough.

Darren: We have to go quickly. So stop playing around in the water Ryan!

Ryan: Oh sorry. I was looking for mussels.

Shane: Numbnut.

Kyle: (climbs up the wall) I can’t believe I lost it…

Samuel: Kyle this isn’t the time to think about that. Sure we lost the certificate but we did achieve the aim! We made a diversion. Now its time to capitalize on it.

Joshua: He’s right Kyle. Just shrug it off. Let’s go.

Darren: Quickly, we must make haste.

In the courtyard, about half of it was covered in white and the other half and pretty much the whole of Kiely square was filled by blue and cream.

Justin: Archers ready!

Rows of students carrying wooden bows with suction cup arrows formed up on the first second and third levels of Alban block. These arrows weren’t toys. They did not go thwap on glass but instead went crash. They were crafted to do damage but not to seriously injure. As were the bows and now was the time to put them to the test.

Justin: Ready, aim and hold!

The archers pulled back waiting for the order to release the rain upon the enemy. There was an awkward silence before them. No one moved a muscle. The 400 patricians stood before the thousand plus of them. The archers held their arms stiff as they waited.

Marcus Arriola: Oh crap I got an itch on my arm!

Marc van Huizen: Don’t let go of your bowstring. Keep still.

Brandon Wong: You got an itch? I’ll help you scratch it.

Marcus: No!

Brandon foolishly let go of his bow and sent an arrow flying through the air. It sped over the white and into the cream and blue. All in a matter of seconds, it struck the head of a VJC student and he fell to the ground. With that, the charge began.

Justin: Here they come! Fire at will. That means you catapult crew!

The small courtyard was filled with war cries as the two forces met in the center. Like a rugby match, they pushed into each other causing the same knock-back effect as before. They fought and they pushed. Wooden swords splintered as they met and arrows flew into the crowd from over head.

Rishic: On 3! 1-2-3!

10 scouts, 2 on each side pulled down the launching pole and the 5 catapults flung the huge water balloons into the air. They pelted the army before them turning their uniforms into a darker hue. They were reloaded and were ready to fire again as the fight raged on.
Darren and Ivan’s units entered the school compound and charged toward the courtyard.
Suddenly, like a white water rapid from the right, they ran through the foyer and into the courtyard. They pounced on the invading armies and pressed them back toward the center. Another 400 of them had come. 200 of Darren’s unit and 200 of Ivan’s. They attacked from the right as Justin and the NCC cohort pushed them back.

Samuel: Good we flanked them this time. Heh heh heh.

Kyle: For St. Pat’s!

Darren, Ivan, Ryan, Joshua and Shane: For St. Pat’s!

They entered the ranks and poured through them as if they were flour on a sieve. Kyle forced his way into the heat of battle with the rest of them following close behind. The seven of them ran like bulls leading the 400 of the students. Kyle ran into the center, knocking VJC students off their feet with thunderous blows of his wooden sword. Shane did the same as he fought behind Kyle with his cricket bat. Ryan followed plowing through the armies like a bulldozer. Joshua stood from afar as he picked out targets with his air rifle. Samuel ducked into the white uniforms and proceeded to Justin.

Samuel: Good job holding them up Justin. If we keep this up, we’ll win.

Justin: Maybe, but theres one small problem. We are missing 500 students!

Samuel: What?! (Ducks as a barrage of arrows and water balloons flies over head)

Justin: We only have 800 men here! We should have at least 1300.

Samuel: Where could they have gone? (Gets a call on his cellphone) Hello? Wei Jie I’m in the middle of a damn battle!

Wei Jie: Relax la. I just called to ask you what I should do with the 500 students here.

Samuel: 500 students? Where the heck are you?

Wei Jie: In the hall la!

Samuel: What the hell are you doing in the hall! We are being attacked!

Wei Jie: I told them to follow me because I thought we needed a safe place to hide. We were being attacked right? What do you want me to do.

Samuel: Fool of a Kok! Get your ass down to the courtyard and bring the 500 of them with you!!!! (Hangs up) What the hell man? Justin, apparently, someone Kocked up but the 500 will be here soon.

More white uniforms rushed down the stairs and through the foyer into the courtyard. There were now at least a thousand plus students defending the White citadel. They collided into the ranks of KC and VJC and pushed them back. They were gaining ground. The patricians had taken at least 2/3 of the courtyard. But in Kiely square, the number grew bigger.

Kyle: Everyone keep fighting! We can win!

Ryan: Damn straight! I make the cheddar baby! (Headbutts a VJC student)

The white overwhelmed the blue and cream as they squeezed them into the square and out of the yard.

Samuel: We can win this. Just a little bit more.

Rishic: Yeah! Come on St. Pats!

Kyle caught a glimpse of more white uniforms behind Kiely block and they were running in the direction of the courtyard.

Kyle: More reinforcements!

Shane: Yeah! We are going to kick their asses!

Samuel glanced at the people coming in as well.

Samuel: That can’t be right. We have the whole school population here. Unless—

In the hues of white, suddenly appeared Khaki. Khaki shorts among the full white uniforms.

Joshua: Oh crap.

Marcus: It can’t be

Justin: Oh my God!

Samuel: Victoria Secondary!

The Victorian flag flew as they charged toward the courtyard. The ranks of patricians suddenly fell back and were losing ground quickly. KC and VJC were pressing hard and to the left, came VS. Marc van Huizen, as king of the fellowship of students knew they would not last. He said the words he wished he would never have to say.

Marc: Retreat! Fall back!

Kyle blew his bugle as he and the thousand plus patricians fled from the courtyard. Within seconds, the invading armies filled the yard and the patricians were sent running in all directions.

Shane: How did VS get in?

Kyle: They must have entered through the gate near the power station. We left that unattended!

Marc: Don’t fret about that now! Run to the bicycle sheds! We have to ride for SJI!

Samuel: Yes. We have to leave behind the white citadel.

Ryan: Why can’t we fight till the last?

Kyle: Its obvious that we will lose. We’ll have to regroup at SJI and maybe just maybe launch a counter attack.

Ryan: Crap (panting)

They ran for the bicycle sheds and began to ride out of the gates. The invading armies were totally overrunning the school and they had no choice but to leave it. As Kyle jumped onto his bike, he looked back. Too see his school in such a state was a crushing sight, as was it for many patricians that day. Out into the streets they sped without turning. They would ride to SJI their brother school for help. They would form together once again to fight for Lasallian pride. As Kyle pedaled faster and faster, he then knew what the greater power the convent prefect spoke of was. Victoria secondary had joined the War of the schools.

War of the schools (Revisited) II

2006-08-24T06:03:00.000-07:00

War of the schools: episode 2

Certificate of the angels is seized.

Horns blew throughout the school as Kyle rushed through the science block and into the courtyard. Rishic and the other scouts barricaded the gate with the nearby scaffold poles. Ivan had his unit stationed at the front of the school at the St. Patrick’s gate and Darren had his at the main gate. Whipping out his cellphone, he sent a text message to Samuel Lee. Samuel a.k.a Sam, Smazmuel or Smaz was a quiet person. In class, he was the quiet one who lived within his own mind. However, in that mind, brewed the best battle plans and strategies anyone could ever come up with. Standing in Kiely Square like a statue as the Patricians ran past him he waited. Eventually from around the corner, a lanky but tall figure emerged with a wooden blade which hung from his waist and dragged on the ground.

Kyle: Sam. Shamrock Garden will not hold. The only thing separating us from the attackers is a chain-link fence. We have to prevent them from concentrating their attack there.

Samuel: Ah. In other words, we need a diversion.

Kyle: Kind of. Actually yes. And since you know so much, it would help a lot if you could think something up now.

Samuel: Way ahead of you.

Kyle: Well?

Samuel: You know that value added award KC keeps yammering about. I mean it’s a good thing but it’s kinda overrated. All we have to do is hit them where it would hurt most.

Kyle: I don’t see where you’re going with this.

Samuel: You idiot! We take the damn certificate of that value added thing and-

Kyle: Relax man I was only kidding.

Samuel: -_-

Kyle: Geez cant a guy try and cheer up when he’s been acting serious the whole day?

Samuel: This isn’t the time to joke. Save that for when we steal the cert. We need a small group of us to traverse into their school. You and me, that’s two. Go get Shane and Ryan and meet me at the foyer. Make it quick.

Rishics troupe of scouts had just finished barricading the gate and were moving into the field to set up the catapults. Theodore Khng, a senior scout and prefect looked across the road. The armies had not moved yet. They were waiting with intent like a cat stalking its prey.

Theodore: Rishic. They havent begun the attack yet. They might be scouting our weak spots.

Rishic: They may have scouts of their own nearby. Theodore, take 10 men and search the area. We can’t let them find anything they could use against us.

In his office, Lak the wise ordered Randall Lee, the schools best long distance runner to report to him.

Lak the wise: Randall. I need you to run a big errand and a few miles for me.

Randall: What for?

Lak the wise: I need you to send this dispatch to St. Joseph’s Institution. We need their help or at least some of their forces to hold off the hostiles from taking St. Patrick’s.

Randall: uh…alright. Sir must take off 6 hours of my CIP ah?

Lak the wise: I think you meant that as a joke but if you can do this, consider it done.

Randall: Okay sir. See you soon.

Shane Meyer, the captain of the St. Patrick’s school cricket team met up with Kyle and Samuel in the foyer. Shane was a warrior of his own kind. He could throw a cricket ball with dead accuracy, power and speed making him useful as a long distance attacker. Ryan Bartushock followed close behind. He wasn’t in any school team of any sport, but he was a 6 foot 3 heavyweight powerhouse. Who wouldn’t want someone like that on their side?

Shane: What is it? What are we gonna do.

Kyle: According to Samuel’s plan we’re going to have to infiltrate Katong convent and steal their value added certificate to create a diversion from the back gate.

Shane: Are you stupid? You know how tight the security there is now?

Ryan: Yeah. They probably have prefects and councilors on every level.

Samuel: I’m willing to take that risk if it’s going to save us from losing our school.

Kyle: Shane get your cricket bat or your cricket ball, anything you want. Ryan grab anything you can defend yourself with and bring it along.

Shane: Done

Ryan: Okay, don’t worry I have my brass knucks.

Kyle: Ryan go easy on them. They are girls after all.

Samuel: Kyle, no time for compassion-

Suddenly, the whole of St. Patrick’s fell silent. As did the other two schools.

Ryan: Its so quiet all of a sudden.

Samuel: It’s the deep breath before the cry of battle.

Shane: What are we waiting for lets go?

Kyle: Wait. We can’t enter the school until they begin the attack.

At that moment, the sound of a rusty gate creaked open and once again, the air was filled with shrieks and shouts. Katong convent had begun to advance. They sounded like a thousand hawks screeching as they descended upon St. Patrick’s. And to the left, the cream coloured shirts started to cross the road at the traffic light junction. They ran across the road, the thousands of them, blocking off the route of the oncoming cars.

Justin: Guys! This is the time to defend our school with all we got. Front line! Ready your gala sticks! Hold them back and don’t let them get to the fence! Ready? Forward!

The front line of Patricians moved up to the fence, pressing the gala sticks through the chain-link fence. 100 gala sticks protruded from the fence.

Justin: The rest of you! Stand fast!

The screeches and cries grew nearer and nearer until it was deafening. At the sound of a patrician yelling in pain and grabbing his arm, the armies had reached the fence. Pellets flew from the gunners and water balloons pelted the 100 strong unit in Shamrock Garden.

Andre Wee: Justin! We cannot hold them (yells in pain as a pellet strikes his arm)

Justin: Get a hold of yourself Andre! The fence will hold!

A rivet popped out of the fencepost as Justin said that.

Andre: The fence will not hold! We need some help!

The front wave of the KC and VJC armies were pressing hard against the fence. It was bending sharply and looked as if it wouldn’t stand for long.

Rishic: Justin! The fence wont hold. Your unit needs to push back for at least a small chance!

Justin: Okay. Guys! On the count of three, we shall press hard against the fence.

The 100 patricians charged forward and rammed themselves into the fence. It caused a knock back effect on the first wave of the KC-VJC army. The front line fell and so did the second, like dominos they collapsed far back to at least the fifth rank. They had gained the upper at least for this period of time. They leant hard against the fence with their shields of cardboard to protect them from the onslaught of the pellet guns. The situation was as volatile as possible and as the counter attack from the armies came, the patricians were thrown off their base.

Justin: Get up people! Do not worry we can hold them here! Use your strength!

The patricians quickly got up and held the fence again, hoping that their combined efforts would be enough to prevent the swirls of blue, white and cream from engulfing Shamrock Garden. The attack had officially begun. It was time for Kyle, Samuel, Ryan and Shane to move out.

Samuel: Let’s go. I don’t know how much time we have left.

Kyle: We’ll go out by St. Patrick’s road, through our telok kurau 2.4 route and into KC by their east entrance.

Ryan: Sounds good.

Swiftly, they ran through St. Patrick’s road and turned right into telok kurau road. They crossed the road into marine terrace and dodged behind the walls of KC’s east entrance.

Samuel: Ryan, see if there are any prefects there.

Ryan: (squints) nothing in sight.

Shane: Those idiots! We can just send our whole army in and take their school by the ass.

Kyle: (creeps around the corner) seriously there aren’t any prefects there.

Samuel: Alright lets go.

The four of them slowly walked around the wall and through the gate. Suddenly, a piercing squeak broke the silence.

Kyle: It’s a trap! They put rubber ducks on the ground!

Samuel: a simple but efficient intruder alert system.

About ten convent prefects came rushing toward the gate with pellet guns in hand.

Convent prefect: Who are you? What are you patricians doing here?

Ryan: I was wondering what those ducks were doing on the floor.

Shane: You saw them and you didn’t tell us?

Convent prefect: Foolish patrician. Heh. Girls take them to the hall for detention.

The prefects enclosed on the four of them.

Samuel: (Unlatches his wooden katana) you think you can capture us?

Convent prefect: Why not? (Fires a pellet at Sam’s head)

Samuel fell to the ground after taking the hard pellet shot to the head but got up almost immediately.

Kyle: Oh. Now you’re in for it.

Samuel charged at the prefect as she opened fire upon him. He rolled to the ground to avoid the shots and nipped back up. With one blow to the prefects hand she dropped the M4 carbine replica to the ground in a whimper of pain. He grabbed the gun before it fell to the ground and pointed it at the prefects head. As he did that, 9 other guns cocked around them.

Shane: Hey Kyle watch my off-spin ball.

Shane lifted his arm with a cricket ball firmly clasped it his hand. As if he was bowling for the national final, he flung the ball directly at one of the prefects. It hit the ground before the girl closest to him, causing her to lose her balance as it headed in her direction. Without notice, the ball kicked sideways to the right and knocked the gun out of another prefect’s hand. Shane grabbed the two guns and held them at gun point.

Shane: I don’t care I’m just gonna fire.

Kyle: Not yet-

But before he could say anything, Shane unleashed a barrage of pellets on the two girls and then switched his targets to the remaining ones. They returned fire, the 7 remaining guns against 3.

Kyle: (gets hit by multiple pellets) Arrggh! Shane you idiot!

Ryan: No problem. I’ll handle this.

Ryan ran forward with his doorway wide frame shielding the others. Like a golem moving through a deadly sandstorm, he ripped the guns out of the hands of 2 girls. Breaking them over his knee, he went forward but the pellets were taking a toll on him.

Ryan: I can’t take it no more!

Samuel: We may have to retreat. We still are outnumbered.

Kyle: (draws his sword) No we have to try. Remember potest qui vult!

All of a sudden one of the prefects gave a yelp and the 2 beside her stopped firing.

Convent prefect #1: What is it?

Convent prefect #2: I think she’s been hit by an air rifle. That pellet is from a Feinwerkbau rifle.

Another 2 shots were fired and the two that were standing fell to the floor.

Kyle: Where did those shots come from?

Shane: (notices a rustle in the tree above) Joshua.

Ryan: Joshua Siow?

Samuel: No doubt.

The sniper jumped from his vantage point and landed behind the four of them. Holding a Feinwerkbau rifle comfortably, he advanced. It was Joshua Siow, member of the Air rifle team.

Samuel: Josh. Where did you come from?

Joshua: That tree?

Shane: Obviously the tree right but how did you get there?

Joshua: Tell you later. Well miss prefect from KC, it seems like you are outnumbered now.

Convent prefect: You don’t know what you have gotten yourselves into. Your school will fall no matter what. We have a greater power coming this way.

Kyle: Greater power? What do you speak of?

Before he could get an answer from her, the 2 of them ran into the school building. 8 of them still were left at the entrance, they were all unarmed.

Samuel: Tell us now. What is the greater power she was talking about.

Convent prefect #1: I don’t know.

Convent prefect#2: Neither do any of us. She is in charge of the prefects. We only know what we need to know.

Kyle: Very well then, if what you say is true, then we shall find out for ourselves. Let us go in. (Takes a few steps forward)

Behind them like a thousand drum rolls, a whole unit of at least 200 Katong convent students were rushing in their direction.

Samuel: I think that may be the greater power she was talking about. Run! Inside the building!

The five patricians dashed inside the school building. They slammed the great double doors together and barricaded it with the plank of wood. Outside they could hear the unit screeching like hawks once again.

Kyle: Let’s hope it holds long enough for us to get the certificate.

Shane: I don’t think they’ll be stupid enough to break down their own door anyway.

Joshua: Oh yeah and about me being in the tree, I was on the overhead bridge and someone shot a water balloon at me and I fell out onto the tree.

Ryan: Hahaha. That’s a new one.

Kyle: Well at least we are together now. Lets make haste.

At the front gate, Darren Ho and Ivan Reddy began to plan their movement. They needed to assist Justin’s unit. Each of them had a unit of 200 patricians.

Ivan: We could help to lighten the attack on the fence if we flank them from the canal walkway and from marine parade road.

Darren: So they would be sandwiched between us. But still, we are heavily outnumbered.

Theodore Khng: Darren. I just got word that some of them had retreated into their school hall for further briefing. Their numbers should be significantly lower. We could stand a chance there.

Ivan: Okay, I’ll take my unit through St. Patrick’s road and then through telok kurau road to attack from the right.

Darren: And I’ll go through East coast road and cross the Siglap canal walkway and attack from the left. Theodore, tell Christopher to move out his NCC unit and control the gates.

Theodore: Okay. (Runs off to the field)

Ivan: People, we are moving out. Draw your weapons!

Patricians: OHHHHHH!!!!!!

In the field, Rishic and his troupe had begun construction of the catapults. At least 5 of them were being built simultaneously.

Marc van Huizen: Rishic I need about 20 of your men to fill up the water balloons.

Rishic: Go ahead. But do it quickly, we need the catapults up as soon as possible.

Marc: Don’t worry we’ll be done in no time at all.

Samuel carefully climbed the stairs and signaled for the rest to follow. They needed to get to the general office, where the certificate was kept.

Samuel: According to the signs, the general office is straight ahead.

Joshua: So how are we going to take it?

Kyle: I don’t think any of them would expect us to take it. So most likely, we’ll just have to barge in and grab it.

Shane: And if there are prefects there?

Samuel: Then we fight. This time I’ll scout the area (glares at Ryan)

Ryan: What?
He tip toed across the corridor and looked around the corner. On the floor lay the same rubber ducks as before.

Samuel: Rubber squeaky ducks. This time, we’ll step over them.

Joshua: Are those glass doors the entrance to the office?

Samuel: That’s what the sign says.

They managed to cross the field of ducks and entered the office. Surprisingly there was no one inside.

Kyle: Is it me or does this seem too easy.

Shane: Just be wary.

They approached a glass case in the center of the office. Shining like the gold of a hundred kingdoms, it stood alone. The value added certificate.

Joshua: The value added award. Nice.

Ryan: Some call it the certificate of the angels.

Samuel: Overrated.

Kyle: Pfft.

Shane: Grab it!

Kyle: The case is locked!

Ryan: So what? (Punches the case)

Ryan’s mighty punch shattered the glass case and with a loud crash, it was reduced to shards.

Samuel: Ryan, are you always the one who messes up?

Joshua: Someone’s coming!

Kyle: Quick! Take it! Take it!

They dove under the cover of the front desk as the footsteps got closer.

Prefect: Who’s in here? Anyone? Oh my Gosh… (Takes out her cellphone) Nadia, someone has stolen the value added cert! Yes. Okay. A search team will be deployed.
After she hung up, she ran out the glass doors and down the stairs. The five patricians got up quietly and proceeded out the door as well.

Shane: Great. Now we got a search team looking for us. Thanks Ryan.

Ryan: No problem.

Samuel, Shane and Joshua: -_-

Kyle: Guys take a look at that. (Looks out the window) We can see the warfront.

Joshua: Check it out; we got them sandwiched between our units.

Darren Ho and Ivan were leading their units toward the mass of the VJC and KC army. The fence was still holding up as the two units prepared to attack.

Darren: Ready for charge!

Ivan: Prepare to charge!

Patricians: OHHHHHH!

They ran at full speed toward the blue and cream swirls knocking back the ranks as they collided with them.

Ivan: Fight! Fight for our school!

Darren: Gunners! Fire at will! The rest of you, just attack!

From the window, they watched as the white uniformed patricians sifted through the blue and cream attacking them from both sides. The advance on the fence suddenly stopped as they fought back.

Kyle: Yes! We have a chance yet.

Samuel: Once we deliver the news that we have this little piece of paper, we will be victorious.

Ryan: Hahaha. Serves them right for thinking they can pick on St. Patrick’s.

Joshua: Our forces still are out numbered though.

Kyle: We are still holding them. That’s a good sign.

Shane: But right now its only 500 against like 2000 plus?

Samuel: Will you relax? Lets just get this back to our side.

Kyle: I think the search party is behind us. We have to hurry.

They ran straight ahead until they came to another set of stairs. They proceeded down and came to the landing, from there; they could see the podium in the courtyard and the armies across the road from it.

Samuel: Okay we’ll make a left here and go out the east exit.

Joshua: Sam, don’t you think, that unit of students is still waiting for us there. I don’t think we can exit from that way.

Samuel: Damn. Okay, Kyle, How many exits does this school have?

Kyle: I don’t know. Theres one at the overhead bridge which leads back to our school. But it’s always locked and probably barricaded by now.

Samuel: Crap! How are we going to get out now?

Kyle: I don’t think we can. We’ll be caught if we try.

Samuel: Ugh. Come on Samuel. Think!

The catapults were ready and were being moved out from the field.

Rishic: Marc, are you done with the balloons?

Marc: We have filled 50 big ones. Will that suffice?

Rishic: For now, yes. Bring them in the trolleys to Shamrock Garden. We will station 3 catapults there.

Marc: Okay. And tell your scouts, job well done.

On marine parade road, the battle still raged on. The sandwich strategy of Darren and Ivan was working well.

Ivan: Darren. Find the commanders and take them out.

Barry Lee: Looking for me?

Darren: Barry. You will pay for what you’ve done you treacherous fool.

Barry: Is it not you who will pay after we tear open your fence? I see through your plan. Your units are just a distraction. I bet you thought a four point o’ level grade wasn’t good enough for you. But you were wrong!

He blew on his brass trumpet. And then shouted his order.

Barry: Men and women! Do not engage the patricians. Tear down the gate! Use everything you got!

Suddenly the disorganized swarm looked forward and then began to charge at the fence, ignoring the two units one either side of them.

Ivan: You son of a switch, I’m going to kick your naz!

Ivan pounced on Barry, showering him with punches and headbutts. Darren fought off the oncoming VJC students who tried to help him. With his wooden lance, he pressed them hard.

Justin: We need some help here! The fence is going to collapse!

Another rivet popped out of the fencepost.

Justin: Ivan! Darren!

His cries were muffled by the ruckus. The fence was on its last legs.

Rishic: Justin we have the catapults ready!

Justin: Rishic, go back! The fence is about to fall!

Rishic gave a look of distress as he ordered his troupes to move back.

Justin: Patricians! Fall back! Fall back into the school!

The 100 strong unit dispersed in all directions as they retreated to the school building.

Rishic: Close the shutters! Close them quickly!

The steel shutters came down with a loud crash as the scouts ran beyond it. And the very next moment, the last rivet popped out of the fencepost. The fence was breached. The hundreds at the frontline scrambled into Shamrock Garden. The enemy was now upon the white citadel.

Darren: Ivan! What do we do now?

Ivan: Just keep attacking! They won’t get past the shutters yet.
Across the road Samuel was still at a loss of what to do.

Samuel: What now? We have the cert but no way to announce its capture.

Kyle: Sam. I have an idea. The podium in the courtyard. The microphone is still attached. Use that.

Samuel: Kyle that’s suicide! We’ll be surrounded.

Shane: But Kyle has a point. They may surround us. But their attention wont be on attacking the school.

Joshua: Even if we get captured, it will give our units some time to fight back.

Samuel: It’s a bit far fetched. But that’s the only thing we can do. Alright. Kyle. Go and announce our hostage.

The sound of footsteps was heard and the search party had found the 5 patricians. They stood behind them on the stairs.

Samuel: Oh crap.

Nadia: Kyle, I know what you have in your hand. Give it back

Kyle: No way. Finders keepers!

Nadia: Finders? You broke the glass case and snatched it. That’s not finding it! Give it back and we’ll let you go.

Kyle: I appreciate your terms but unfortunately Im not going to give it back. Not to you, not to her and not even to your principal over there.

Nadia: Huhs? My principal? Where?

Samuel: Go! Run to the mic!

Nadia: Ugh. That dongdong tricked me! Chase them girls!

Kyle ran ahead of the rest as the search party followed not too far behind. He hopped up onto the podium and took the microphone out of its stand. With that, his raspy voice announced.

Kyle: Students of Katong Convent! We have your value added certificate! It is in the hands of Patricians! Halt the attack, or it shall be destroyed!

Once again the armies fell silent. Kyle had just hit them where it hurt most. The certificate of the angels had been seized.

Stay tuned for episode 3

War of the schools (Revisited)

2006-08-23T05:03:00.000-07:00

A short, incomplete series of 5 shorts i wrote about a war between the schools located in the East coast and Katong Area. Written by me in secondary 4. It was good fun and I hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it.

Episode 1

The sun rose majestically over the white citadel of St. Patrick’s school. The Patricians began to assemble in the courtyard as the bell rang. The royal guards or as they call them, “Prefects” reported to their guard posts. The sky still had a sleepy effect to it as the leader of the school took to the stands. Lak the wise, one of the most skilled leaders of his time. The morale of patrician’s had never been higher than when he took the helm of the shamrock empire.

Lak the wise: Good morning gentlemen. There are no announcements for today, we shall proceed with the flag raising.

The moment the parade commander gave his command, the great horn of Stephen block blew frantically as if crying for help.

Lak the wise: Now…what could it be now…

Rishic Menon, one of the royal scouts, ran down from the central staircase and into the courtyard. The look on his face already signified the bad news.

Lak the wise: What is it Rishic.

Rishic: (through rough panting) Sir! It appears that our allies Katong convent and Victoria Junior College have turned against us.

Lak the wise: What? When did you hear about this?

Rishic: This morning. I found a suction cup arrow on the glass of the outpost window. It was a declaration of war by the two schools. Their forces are massing sir. We can see them from the Stephen block outpost. At least 2500 strong sir.

Lak the wise: This is preposterous. What are they going to fight us with? Sticks?

Rishic: An insider reported wooden swords, pellet guns, suction cup arrows and water balloons. They could take our whole citadel by force.

Lak the wise: Ah…perhaps we will need to fight for the shamrock’s pride… Rishic gather the prefects. We need a battle plan. Maybe we could negotiate with the leaders first. Whatever it is, gather the prefects. Go! Quickly!

Rishic ran up to the Stephen block outpost again. He blew the horn but this time in a higher pitch. The whining of the great horn echoed through the walls of the school and fell upon the ears of Kyle Ganapathy. The prefect who was in charge of negotiation and warfare. Halfway through his unfinished homework(taking advantage of the prefect’s privilege of skipping assemblies), he rushed out of class and alerted the rest of the council. Darren Ho, the master of the guard, Justin Thio, the battle formation specialist, Ivan Reddy, the cleric, Christopher Chitty, the commander of the NCC forces, and last but not least Marc Van Huizen, the king of the fellowship of students. They scurried like scalded dogs up to Stephen block to meet the rest of the prefects.

Kyle: Rishic. What’ the problem?

Rishic: Take a look for yourself. (Shows Kyle the note and points to the window)

Kyle read the note and his eyes widened. He looked out the window and there stood a sea of blue. Like the unforgiving depths of the ocean. The Katong Convent forces were assembled in their courtyard. Ready to strike at first notice. To the left, the cream coloured shirts filled the canal walkway. Wooden swords were being carved, pellet guns being cocked and water balloons being filled. The sight of such an army could have broken the mightiest man.

Kyle: How many of them?

Justin: I’d reckon about 2000 to 3000 altogether.

Marc: Great. Our O level year and this comes up.

Ivan: How are we going to respond?

Rishic: Lak the wise proposed negotiations. But we may as well prepare for the incoming wave.

Kyle: Okay. Justin, we need some sort of plan.

Justin: Right now, our most vulnerable part would be the back gate. We need to alert the scouts to gather their scaffolds and barricade it. It is a very flimsy fence, the force of ten people could break it off its hinges. We need to reinforce it. I will take my unit of Patricians and garrison them in Shamrock garden in case the need to fight arises.

Marc: What if they try to flank us?

Darren: I’ll bring my unit to the front gate. We’ll stay there until further notice from you guys. Its strong. It should be able to hold if they try to attack.

Ivan: My unit and I will guard the gate leading to St. Patrick’s road. Its strong but short. We need a higher concentration of defense there.

Kyle: Sounds promising. Christopher, we need the NCC cadets to form up in the field. They’ll be our extra garrison. Draw the dummy guns.

Christopher: Roger.

Marc: Rishic, the scouts will have to assist us in the building of some sort of defensive mechanism. Have you built the catapult before?

Rishic: No.

Marc: Then try. We need to pull out all the stops.

Kyle: Then its settled for now…I…

The room in Stephen block fell silent as a loud battle cheer resonates from the courtyard.
Marc: He’s given the order for battle. We’ll get to our posts. Kyle, begin the negotiations.

The prefects dispersed each carrying a flag with a shamrock emblazoned on it. Kyle stayed with Rishic as the rest of the prefects went into the courtyard to ready the troops.

Ivan: 4E2,4E3,2N1,2E4 follow me! Report to the St Patrick’s road gate!

The noise in the courtyard was almost deafening as each unit moved out into their various posts. Disorganized as they were, still, they knew what to do.

Lak the wise: Joshua Siow! Come here!

Joshua: Yes sir?

Lak the wise: Here take the keys to the air rifle room. Draw out the rifles. I want you and the best marksmen to station at vantage points. Do not aim for the face. Just hold them where they are. We don’t want any severe injuries. War or not.

Joshua: Yes sir!

Kyle picked up his flag as he walked out of the back gate. It shut tight behind him as he stood before the roaring army of the KC-VJC alliance.
Kyle: If this negotiation fails, we’re gone…

He climbed up the bridge, which connected Katong convent to St. Patrick’s. There, he met with the commanders of each army. Nadia Ahmad Samdin, of KC and Barry Lee of VJC.

Kyle: Nadia? What are you doing here?

Nadia: I’m having a barbecue (rolls eyes) Obviously to negotiate!

Kyle: What is the cause of this? Why have your two schools turned on us?

Barry Lee: Nothing personal. But your school is a wart in the middle of greatness. Look at you guys. Heh. You can’t even hold your pants up properly. You are in the midst of the best few schools in Singapore. Victoria secondary, Victoria JC and Katong convent. We want you out.

Kyle: Did you just indirectly say that my school is lousy?

Barry: Yes as a matter of fact, I did.

Kyle: Oh yeah?

Nadia: Okay before you do something stupid, listen to our terms. If you do not wish to engage us in battle, your school students will have to follow our rules.

Kyle: What may that be?

Barry: They may not traverse near our schools. No Patrician shall cross onto our side of the road. They may not pass us. Anyone that chooses to disobey will be taken prisoner. Patricians may not converse or have any contact with the students from our schools. And at any time one is caught, we have the free will to take it into our own hands.

Kyle: Those demands are ridiculous! We all have friends in KC and in VJC. Are you saying that all contact shall be shut off from our school and that it will fall into the shadow of obscurity?

Barry: Yes. That is correct. You and your kind are not wanted here.

Nadia: Sorry Kyle…but the schools made a unanimous decision. As far as I’m concerned it is stupid but I’m just a negotiator.

Kyle: A negotiator is supposed to negotiate not force someone into doing something…

Barry: We don’t have all day. What say you?

Kyle: I say. Negotiations are over…

Kyle placed his flag against the guardrail of the bridge. With an almighty lunge, he knocked Barry Lee off his feet with a devastating forearm to the chest.
Kyle: (Takes out his bugle and blows on it) Potest qui vult! We go to war!

Nadia: (Grabs her forehead) Oh Kyle…bad choice…

Barry: Nadia. Signal the armies.

Nadia takes out her cellphone and dials a number into the phone. After a 10 second silence, the legions of blue and cream roared with all their might. The Great War of the schools was about to commence. Kyle ran back into the citadel as the scouts shut the gate and began barricading it with the scaffolds. Justin’s unit was ready with their wooden swords drawn and was stationed in Shamrock garden. A small garrison of 100 men against the oncoming thousands. Kyle blew his horn once more and called Rishic to his side.

Kyle: Rishic! Get the remaining scouts and build the catapults as soon as you can. And get Samuel here. We are in for a heck of a fight…

Stay tuned for episode 2

2006-08-21T07:59:00.000-07:00

GP is a really really screwed up subject. Never passed it. Not once. And it's so irritating when you can't do shit about it because you don't know how and every essay you write you know you're going to fail.

2006-08-14T08:18:00.000-07:00

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow, a year later. Watching those same stars cool in the sea. Sitting in the same beetle as the year before. Driving down the 7 coloured arch leaving a trail of multicoloured candy in my wake. As I walk through the razor's edge of the esplanade's halls to the soft green rubber lining of the college court. The planes still climb high into the night, just outside my bedroom window. Or the space cruisers where mustard was once had in satisfaction. Cold fusion seemed blistering hot in the afternoon sun of mass p.e. And a cold wind of those forgotten whistles every bell toll. Darth vader and Ronald McDonald, Enrique Iglesias and Lorenzo Lamas. A sign of things past pointing in the direction of the future. To sit on the grey steps of the grandstands as a senior would be more than I could ask for. There is still hope before the storm. As i sat at the end of the rainbow watching the stars crash into the sea, now i sit on the steps facing the green grass of the field. Waiting for that last blow to fall. That beetle rode me past saigou no sensou. Now it will carry me past my first year. To advance for another year. To pat my junior class members on the back and smile upon them as their influence. Thats what would be nice. Running on the drive of sweetness.

Here I go.

2006-07-23T07:20:00.000-07:00

Alright since the closing date of the writing competition in school is in 2 hours time, i shall post my competition piece here coz no one can steal it now.
Anyway here it is. "The Lost Smile". I don't care if you think it's messy or anything. Just read it. Also i'd like to note that the character in this story is not me. It is a persona. So before you start insulting me for being an "emo-kid" or whatever the hell those things are called, it is a persona. That also goes for you King lort if that is your real name,which of course it isn't.

The Lost Smile

I awoke to the dreamy tune of “Stardust” on my clock’s radio. Staring up at the light on my ceiling I wished I had not wakened. Today was the day. That dreaded day that my partner in crime, comrade, amigo and any other term you could use to describe a great friend, would leave for another country. I couldn’t remember which one. All that really mattered was that she was leaving. Wrenching myself out of my duvet’s warm embrace I stumbled into the bathroom, ignoring the throbbing headache from the night before. The mirror beheld a face of void. My eyes had no more wonder behind their green hue, my face was fixed and as much as I tried, my smile could not be found. Even the hot shower felt as cold as ice. Moving from my daily procedures was almost mechanical as I dried myself with my towel and then got dressed into a shirt and a pair of jeans which my hands had automatically picked out. There was too much to think about to even be hungry. Still I reached for the three day old pasta in a blue airtight container. “You should take better care of yourself. I’ll cook some proper food for you.” I could remember those words she told me the first time she visited the cave I call my apartment. Her name was Tiffany. We met on our first year of University in Japan. Both of us were in the school of art and it wasn’t long before we got to know each other. They say artist’s either get along very well or end up hating each other to the core. I’d like to think we were the former. I couldn’t relate to anyone in the class. They all seemed too caught up with being artsy all the time that they forgot to be what they really were, students in a college of the arts. Not art in a college of students. Tiffany was different. Each day with her was magical. She would treat every aspect of me like they were significant parts of the universe. Though she treated everyone the same way, you couldn’t help but feel special when you looked into those innocent dust-grey eyes. Tiffany was more than you could ever ask for in a friend. She was someone who cared for things you would normally shrug off, someone who would wait hours for you to complete a sculpture just to give you pointers on how to shape it better and someone who would be there to offer a friendly pat on the back or a hug after a harsh criticism on your work. The 3 years would have been a living hell without her. She was what got me to rise from bed everyday, to draw, to paint, to sculpt and to live. My muse. And now she’s leaving. Sometimes I wonder if I could have loved her past the boundaries of friendship but it all seemed a distant memory. The noodles were cold and stale and had lost its flavour a long time ago. My phone vibrated noisily bringing me out of my blank state of mind. I answered, still with the coarseness of my morning voice. It was her on the other end of the line. Still with her ever cheerful and chirpy voice, wishing me a splendid morning as she had done the past semesters. She told me to meet her on Shinei hill. It was just a few blocks from the campus. We used to spend those carefree freshman and sophomore years in the abandoned and ruined playground on one of its terraces. As ridiculous as it sounds for two twenty year olds to be spending their days in a playground, it was our escape from the stress that piled upon our backs, almost to breaking point sometimes. You could see the entire city from it. A view of the fence of high rise apartments against the backdrop of the blue marquee that spread all the way to the horizon. I said I would meet her there as soon as I could. She hung up after saying the word which I had dreaded to hear for so long, “bye”. I found a spot in the mess of my refrigerator for the pasta and put it back on the mesh shelf. Reaching between the couch cushions I pulled out my car keys and headed for the door, wiping away bits of sauce that stained the stubble around my mouth. My trusty Chevrolet was waiting for me in the car park. It had only broken down four times in the year so far and it only took three tries to get it started. The barrier rose slowly as I exited and I checked myself in the rear view mirror. My eyes were still vacant and my brows, still hovering motionlessly over them. I did not know what to expect. It was going to be our last day together on that hill for God knows how long. I wondered if I would see her again after all this was done. Thoughts began to flood my head until I turned on the car radio. The music seemed like noise but at least it eased my bursting mind. Shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun I sped away before realizing that I was supposed to go in the other direction.

I drove through the streets, passing the roadside cafes we used to go to. She said it felt like a Parisian diner complete with the checked tablecloths sprinkled with the hard crumbs of a baguette. The ice cream parlor was not too far from it. That was where we wondered if we could paint using only the colours of the rainbow swirl. Then came the stain glass windows of the florist. I could recall how we would buy a trunk load of roses on Valentine’s Day and give them out to everyone and anyone back at the university. I would always leave one for her, tucked silently into her sling bag. It was almost a relief to reach the end of that street. Too many memories in the span of a minute can hurt. The sakuras were in blossom, littering the park paths with pink snow. A beautiful sight as it was always. Tiffany loved those trees and every spring she would frolic in the park, often showering herself with the blushing petals. It was but ephemeral beauty however. Gone before you can fully enjoy its splendour. How delightfully apt it was for my situation. I parked my car opposite from the hill and crossed the road, not taking notice of the horns that blared at me. Each step up the finely carved stone stairway had a past behind it. Moss had grown fat on its edges and I had trouble keeping my balance as I made my way up. It took about fifteen minutes of running along the spiral path to reach the playground’s terrace. She had not arrived yet but it was not strange of her to be late at times. I lay down on the broken slide and let my shoes dig into the sand. The sun was filtering through the canopy of trees that shaded the terrace. The bustle of the city was apparent almost everywhere as I looked down onto it. There was like an invisible wall that separated this quaint place from the chaos that took place beyond it. It was quite obvious why the playground was abandoned as I walked up to the tiny barricade that was right before a steep drop right down to the floor. A comforting hand touched my back. In shock I turned around to be greeted with a smile from Tiffany who had just made her way up. I tried to smile back at her but I could only force the sides of my mouth to angle upwards ever so slightly. Her grey eyes were as captivating as ever and the beams of light gave her silk like brown hair a faint golden shade. She wore her favourite white dress complete with orange linings, reminding me of the time I had accidentally spilled wine all over it during a Hanami festival. Still she didn’t hold it against me. She looked at me with a sunny glow and handed me a can of apple soda. I accepted it gratefully, thanking her as we both sat down on the balance beam. “If I could stay, I would. You know that.” She said, noticing my distinct look of gloominess.
“And I would go with you if I could.” I replied.
I don’t know if you could call it heartache or anything. All I know is that my chest felt like a furnace filled with paraffin and brandy. I looked into her eyes once again, in disbelief. It seemed so unreal that the hands that comforted me and the voice that motivated me would disappear from my life in a matter of a day. Her face never showed a trace of sorrow but this time it wasn’t showing cheeriness either. We talked like we used to. Of many things past, present and future. We once again remembered those summer nights we would lay up on the roof of her house just gazing at the specks of light on the black felt sky. She told me that she wanted to become a concept artist for films and video games once she moved to the United States. I didn’t know what I wanted to be in the time to come. It all seemed so unimportant at this point. My art felt like doodles on scrap paper and my sculptures like play-dough figurines. I couldn’t see beyond the sunset because everything seemed like it would end right there. Still we talked, reminiscing as I fiddled with the empty soda can.

My watch gave a horrible six beeps. Another hour till she would have to go. I walked up to the flimsy barricade and leaned against it, resting my head on my arms. The sun was slowly descending into the coral clouds beyond the last skyscraper. She walked up to join me. I guessed that she knew her time with me was soon to be up as well. I jumped slightly as I felt her arms slowly and gently wrap around my neck. Part of the inferno within me was cooled by her pleasant caress. Her delicate chin rested on my shoulder and her head leaned against mine. A warm tear rolled down her cheek and onto mine as we watched the sun fall slowly behind the buildings. I wished that life had a pause button. I could’ve stayed in that moment forever. I did not want her to let go and leave me to walk the campus alone. But of course, she had to. We stayed that way till the sun finally disappeared into the horizon. Tiffany kissed the back of my head and picked up her sling bag. The moment she let go, a cold wind shook me. She rubbed the last few tears out of her eyes and smiled at me again. That smile that had brightened my days for the last three years. That smile that I loved so much but never said a word. I hugged her and felt a tear of my own run down my face. I rubbed it away quickly and wished her the best. “I will be in touch. I always will.” She assured me as she readied herself to leave.
I had one last touch of her flawless face as she turned to leave, looking back every few steps. Watching with sighs as her Reeboks walked her out of my life; I hoped she would notice the rose I tucked away silently into her bag. Just like before. She vanished into the corner of the spiral pathway and I stood alone in the playground once again. Sitting on a spring mounted horse I watched as the last few rays of light folded back and made way for the dark of night. By now, Tiffany would have been at the airport, ready to board that aluminum falcon to carry her into the west. The more I thought of it, the more it began to sting. I walked down the path with my hands in my pockets, almost falling down a few times due to the slippery moss. The stairway did not make it any better. Strolling across the empty road again, back to my car, a white piece of paper was placed in between the wiper and the screen. “Great, a parking fine.” I thought to myself as I unfolded the paper.
It was not a fine after all. It turned out to be a note from Tiffany. “Goodbye doesn’t mean forever.” She wrote on it, complete with her signature smiley face at the corner of the paper.
They were lyrics from the famous song by David Gates. It sure would seem like forever without her though. I placed the note into my pocket and got into my car. The rear view mirror now showed a pair of eyes stained red with dolor. I started up the engine and began that quiet drive back to the apartment. Two children played with small fireworks in the park among the sakuras. Small red lanterns hung from the branches as they shone on the picnic mats on the ground. The cafes and the shops closed as everyone gathered under the cotton candy roof of the park. They were all smiling joyously. I would have spoiled the atmosphere if I had joined them, so I just kept on driving and arrived at the apartment. The dreary building I called home. I parked the car and headed back up and flung myself on the couch. Taking out the note that Tiffany had written, I read it again. I hoped with all my heart that it did not mean forever. She had left, taking with her that beautiful smile. And with her, my smile left as well. I had not realized it till that point, that Tiffany was my smile. The only person that brought me enough joy to create that expression. She was my driving force, my support and my source of happiness. Without her there would be no such thing as a smile anymore. I held the note tightly in my hand and went into my bedroom. The clock radio was still on. I had forgotten to turn it off. Over the airwaves James Ingram crooned, “Where did my heart go?”
It was a fitting song for the end of this day. I fell into the sheets, taking out a photo we had taken together during our sophomore year. I held it next to her note and lost myself in reverie once again. I would miss her sorely everyday from that night onwards. My smile seemed so far away from where I was. The song continued, “It’s going to take a while but I’ve got to learn to smile again.”
Just the thought of Tiffany now seemed to weigh my heart down, though just a few months ago it made it fly. I’ve never liked goodbyes but I guess that one day we will be this close again. Just like we were these few years. As I lay there, staring out the window before me, a display of fireworks exploded into hypnotic colours in the distance as a silver airplane climbed into the night sky. “Maybe I would learn to smile again soon. Just maybe…” I thought to myself as I watched the luminous explosions fill the black sky with incandescent rainbows.

- Kyle Ganapathy, 1T02

2006-07-18T07:57:00.000-07:00

tired of people who cry coz they had 9 points instead of 6 whereas others got 16 and barely scraped into a school which they have an extremely high chance of being kicked out of.

tired of parents who scold their kids for getting 260 instead of 300 for their psle while others get below 200 and claw their way into the express stream.

Tired of people who set so high standards that the only thing the schools produce are total introverts that know nothing but of textbooks and readings.

Thinking it would be different in the arts stream, it isn't at all.

Tired of having what i thought was an insightful piece of work called superficial.

Tired of other people complaining about one or two f's when i almost had 5.

Tired of being inferior to everyone in the school. Can't I be good for once?

Tired.

How far is far

2006-06-19T09:07:00.000-07:00

I've always wondered how far someone can go without taking a glance back on whatever they left behind. With each step, reaching new boundaries. Each blade of grass further away from home that you'll ever be. Tis funny when everything is good and people try to defy gravity for one another. Like kids on our first ride on a ferris wheel, scared but excited and when we hit the top of the wheel, we don't want to come down. It's like a waltz. A waltz that we don't want to end as we dance together with our dreams encapsulating ourselves and the world around us turns to a field. A field where we can pick up clovers and watch as clouds go by without a care of what may come next as a soft melodic tune plays on a piano coming from a lone beach house nearby. Blissful, as we sit on those fields before the tiny stream. Searching for the one clover that would bring us luck. A bliss only comparable to the taste of honey. Carefree as we sit there, never wanting the days to end. A little too fast do they pass on. Remembering those trips on the ferris wheel. Times spent together, waltzing 20 feet off the ground. Defying gravity for one another. All seem so far away. You've taken another step, you're now the furthest you've ever been from those memories. How far can one walk ahead without turning back to their memories of days gone by? How far is far?

[And we sat on the warm sand trying to find ourselves, only to find ourselves lost again]

Inspired by the anime Honey & Clover.

Forever never lasts (Revisited)

2006-06-18T21:57:00.000-07:00

A snippet I wrote at the end of sec 3. It's not the best ever but it's alright. Got a pretty okay message too i think. Gimme a break. Haha.

....Geoff climbed up onto the back of what used to be a pickup truck next to a shed in the field about a block away from the stadium. The concert was still going on and the music was so loud that the wild twangs of the guitars and beats of the drums could be heard all the way in the field. With a loud metallic thud, he fell back into the flatbed. Gazing up at the starless sky, into the black beyond. He didn't know whether he was angry or sad. Distraught or infuriated. He just lay there with his eyes wide open. Trying to suppress what may have entered his brain at that moment. His body flinched faintly as he heard a husky but familiar voice.

Voice: You look like you could use a drink.

Geoff lifted his body slightly. Kyle was sitting on a tree stump at the foot of the truck. In his hands were 2 cans of soda.

Geoff: Yo.

Without another word, he slumped back down onto the metal surface with a thud even louder than the first.

Kyle: Well here's your soda. Catch. (Throws the can into the flatbed)

Another loud thud echoed throughout the field followed by a short fizzing sound which undoubtedly came from the can of soda.

Kyle: Well thats one way to waste a dollar.

Geoff: It's still good...why aren't you at the concert?

Kyle: Everyone had to go home and "study". And besides, you left in such a hurry. I knew something was up.

He picked up the can which was half empty by now and propped himself up against the back window of the truck. Wiping his mouth on his nylon jacket after a long sip, he began to drum his fingers eratically on the side of the door.

Kyle: So are you going to sit there and lose your mind or are you going to tell me whats wrong?

Geoff: Either way, it wouldn't make much of a difference....but i could give you the drift of things.

He took another sip of the gassy orange soda and he set the can down beside him.

Geoff: Jeanette was her name...We were childhood friends. Best friends for most of our lives. Nothing more nothing less...

Kyle: Jeanette Lockwood?

Geoff: Yeah...We were close...

Kyle: I see.

Geoff: Somehow I don't think you do.

Kyle: Why not? I've lost friends along the way too.

Geoff: Well she wasn't just any friend alright!

Kyle: ...

Geoff: We grew up together Kyle. We ran through this field almost every other day picking up forget me nots when we were kids. We helped each other tie our shoelaces when they came loose. We used to tell each other how we wanted the future to be. But now I see that we have gone further from that than we've ever been. She left for America when we were 10. Friends forever she said. Friends forever...I still remember grasping her hand and feeling that promise. And now, she's leaving for a second time.

Kyle: She's leaving Japan?

Geoff: No, she's walking away from that promise. That pact that we made right here in this truck 6 years ago.

Kyle: She's still at the stadium man. You ought to straighten things out there.

Geoff: I've already said what i had to say. And I can't do anything more.

Kyle: I see...

Geoff: Right now, I wish I could go back in time and replay my life so that I would have never met her. Just to save the painful memory. But another part of me wants to see her smiling face glint in the summer sun as the soft breeze tossed her black hair back and forth. It's like grasping a rose. Its beautiful and it smells better than any perfume in the world. But it hurts just to hold it in the palm of your hand.

Kyle: To tell you the truth, I know a little of how that feels.

Geoff: You may...but tell me Kyle, why is it that enemies can live as enemies for eternity but friends come and go like dust in the wind. Why is it so ironic?

Kyle: I don't know Geoff. I've asked myself that a couple of times as well.

Geoff: Forget about life insurance and home insurance. What this world needs is friendship insurance.

Kyle remained silent but Geoff knew that he was agreeing silently by the slight nods he gave. The two of them didn't say anything for a while as the guitars wailed in the distance.

Kyle: Not all friendships go away like dust.

Geoff: I find that hard to believe.

Kyle: I can't prove it myself either, but i'd like to trust that we'd be friends for a long time to come. The group of us.

Geoff: It's been 2 years since we've all been friends.

Kyle: Yeah. And I don't see it going anywhere awry for now.

Geoff tilted his head up to the sky as a couple of stars appeared from behind the jet black clouds.

Geoff: Perhaps you're right Kyle. Maybe there is a fabled tale of friends who never gave up on one another. But for now, I'm not going to believe in that.

Kyle: It's never easy to believe in something that seems so impossible.

Geoff: I guess. Just remember. If anyone ever says forever, ask them if they're even capable of lasting 6 years. Even 75 years isn't forever. Forever never ends. And in this world Kyle, forever never lasts...

Kyle: Hear, hear.

Geoff hung his head low for a second as a teardrop fell into his empty can of soda. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket and took a deep breath.

Geoff: This is going to hurt for a while. Quite a while.

Kyle: You'll feel better soon. Don't worry.

Geoff: Thats just 12 years gone. No biggie.

He stood up and jumped off the flatbed and onto the grass below. Kyle gave him a pat on the back as they walked in the direction of the carpark.

Kyle: I probably will die before I'm 35 so i won't get the chance to experience this forever anyway.

Geoff: Neither, I'll be dead at 29.

Kyle: You know what, we joke too much about our deaths.

Geoff: (Laughs scarcely) Well whatever it is, I'm glad your my friend right now. Because I'm going to have to borrow bus fair from you. I'm broke..

Kyle:....Thats terrible man.

As the two of them walked off into the chill of the night, the stadium erupted with applause as the concert came to an end. It marked the end of a performance and the beginning of a new one. And that applied to Geoff and the other's lives very much.

I've never quite understood Geoff. Even in times of crisis he always seemed to be able to shine rays of cheeriness through his internal darkness. That's something i've never been able to do. I respect him alot for that. That night, he lost one of his dearest friends but he still had us to fall back on. After all, that was one of the Youngblood's mottos. If anyone should fall, be there to catch them.

(Forever never lasts-a snippet from the unfinished series, "Youngbloods")
-Kyle

Drug-dgery

2006-06-12T00:43:00.000-07:00

A joint production between Kurt Ganapathy Pictures and Kyle's Kickass Films on an anti-drug movement. Our style. Featuring critically acclaimed actor Ryan Bartushock and oscar nominated Artist' the dog.

If I only had a brain.

2006-06-09T20:24:00.000-07:00

I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head, I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.

I'd unravel ev'ry riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain

With the thoughts I'd be thinkin'
I could be another Lincoln,
If you only had a brain.

Oh, I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore,
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more.

I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
Perhaps i'd deserve you,
and be even worthy of you,
If I only had a brain.

2006-05-28T21:48:00.002-07:00

The following post is paid for by Kurt Ganapathy Pictures and Into the blue studios. A movie made by my brother as a tribute to the first living creature in outer space, the legendary dog Laika. By the way the guy jumping into the sea is me.

An introduction to The Five Kings.

2006-05-25T07:31:00.001-07:00

The world was once split by war. On one side were those that craved dominance, on the other, those that wanted to prevent it. Incradia, the largest nation among the others had massive military might. They were so powerful that no other country by itself could hold a candle to them. George, Durnewood and Priathor all suffered great losses to the Incradian army. With little hope left, they formed a desperate alliance to fight at the final battle of the Durnewood plains. Many men fell. All seemed lost when the commander of Durnewood dropped from his horse, dead. Incradia pushed forward and the ranks of the alliance began to falter. The battle was drawing to a close when suddenly, like a miracle, a great light exploded from the sky. The light was intense. It blinded everyone for miles around, everyone stopped dead in their tracks and it brought silence to the entire expanse of land. Only the wind was heard. And then, feathers. As the warriors recovered from their blindness, they saw the winged beings. Thousands of them. Their armor glinted like silver upon the backdrop of their pure white wings. They stood tall with proud and solid stature. Everyone around was awed by their presence. With a booming voice, their commander sounded an attack and within a fraction of a moment, their weapons were drawn. They moved like the wind. And attacked like lightning. These winged warriors charged into the Incradian army, decimating the first few ranks. Everyone grew afraid and dropped their weapons to the dirt. Like blistering rapids they tore through the army, sending them fleeing past the plains and out of Durnewood. The armies of George, Priathor and Durnewood looked on as the Incradians retreated. And they rejoiced. The battle was over as was the war. This was the coming of the Fotch. Winged beings sent from another land. One that wasn’t a part of the world that everyone knew but of one that celestial essence. Peace ensued shortly after when the King of Incradia signed a treaty with the alliance. From the death and destruction which the war left in its wake, the Fotch aided all the countries in rebuilding and reforming what had been lost. Incradia had decided to offer their support to the other countries in remorse of their previous actions. They exchanged some of their knowledge in crafts and warfare with the other countries and also helped to reconstruct the damaged castles in Durnewood. When everything was back to its former splendor, the world entered an age of calm. There was no tumult or conflict of any kind. The Fotch took up residence in the lands of Xander, which lay northeast of George. There, they lived quietly and gave aid to anyone who came their way. The relationship between the Fotch and Humans progressed and they began to see one another as brothers. In an act of friendship and care for the well being of men and women alike, the Fotch sent many representatives to act as guardians over the youth of the 4 countries. However, since the number of humans far outweighed the number of Fotch, only 1 out of every hundred youths had a guardian, which would look after every member of his family and every one of his friends.

The age of peace was disturbed by an uproar from a district of George called Mosin, which lay in the East. The people of Mosin did not want to be a part of the Kingdom of George. Mosin had a lot of its own resources and manpower. They felt that they could be independent of George. The King did not take to the idea very well and disallowed independence. This stirred up the people of Mosin. They felt as if they were being looked down upon as incompetent. They tried many times to gain independence but each time they tried, it was denied. The people grew frustrated and angry. Mosin would not give in so easily. So they began construction of a wall along its border. The entrance to Mosin was shrouded in forest so no one had seen the wall being built. It took about a year to complete the task and when it was finished, they called out to the King of George. The King did not give them independence but they believed the wall would. At first, the King wanted to send troops to destroy the wall but he was forced to halt his actions under pressure from Durnewood and Priathor. The peace had remained unbroken for so long and they did not want it to be broken by internal strife. Mosin was not recognized as a separate country and George still aided them when they needed help. However, the relationship between the leaders of Mosin and the King of George was never on steady ground. Some of the Fotch left after decades of living on the earth. They returned to the lands from which they came. No one knows where it is they returned to, but they departed from the world. Many stayed though due to their love for their human brethren. All the countries continued to live hand in hand and even a hundred years after the coming of the Fotch, peace remained. And only time would tell if it could last.

Beauty

2006-05-20T08:57:00.001-07:00

This is my latest video. It's not funny like the previous few but i hope you enjoy it all th same. Have fun!

Thoughts

2006-05-06T08:44:00.000-07:00

I'm not an emo kid, but sometimes i feel like stopping everything now before it causes my death anyway.

Yet other tmes i wish my life would never end.

If you stand above a 50 foot drop in a valley for so long.

You would know the fine line between life and death.

Yet it can be swayed so easily.

All it takes is a feeling.

That can rock you back and forth.

I don't want a bullet in the head.

I don't need a gun held to my head.

I don't want to have to say goodbye.

Sitting on a broken swivel chair.

Singing the lyrics to your song.

Watching the doors and hoping no one overhears.

We've all got a way to fall.

They'll tell you where to go.

But they won't know where you'll end up.

I need to stay afloat for the summer....

Lost-

The guitar gently strums and echoes through the halls.

And now the purple dust of twilight time, steals across the meadows of my heart.

The songs I remember, always there for comfort if things go awry.

A tiny butterfly that flies past your eyes on a fair afternoon can change your idea of life.

There is no strict meaning to life.

Except for one.

One thing so important that it outrides almost everything else.

What is it you ask?

You tell me.

Floating by the skies of peach in an airship high above the green green grass of home.

One step closer to heaven and one step away from hell.

Halfway between the gutter and the stars.

Riding on wings of angel's feathers.

The ominous chatter amidst the deep silence before the charge.

The whisper of your name on the wind.

If you took the ride into the west, on the grey ships.

I would swim behind you all the way.

If I could, then I would.

Dragging myself from bed to wake up everyday.

My life plotted in front of me, in pencil.

Pages torn, eraser marks all around.

Hoping not to make the mistake to end all mistakes.

But then again, the real world is just a lie you've got to rise above.

Those who colour outside the lines are the respectable people.

Heroes, heroines. The people you hate, the people you love.

Something that means the most to you may be with you for a tiny bit of time. And gone the next moment.

Gone without a trace.

And all you are left with is a memory.

Dreams.

Dreams of everything that happened after the void of not having it and everything before the void when it's gone.

It hurts to be able to think and not speak it.

The only escape is the printed word.

Quiet storms can be the deadliest of all.

One of the few things able to pull me out of bed each morning are the dreams i have.

Without them, this time i'm living would be a void as well.

Something can be so beautiful to someone that it aches.

Writers try to create something like that.

Often failing, or getting dissed for trying.

Yet all they wanted was to fulfil a dream that they believed in so much that it hurt.

Writers or any other artists are the others of the society.

Unfair, but ultimately true.

Have you ever seen a bright night sky where the clouds for a smooth black drape between the stars.

Standing on that same cliff with the 50 foot drop and watching the stars dance about on the black suede.

The purple moonlight caressing the trees and rocks.

Standing silently, watching the city below as a wailing violin plays a hopeful tune.

Jumping off that cliff hoping your dreams would give you wings.

And even if you hit the ground.

They will keep you alive.

There is a ways more to go from here.

One more step and we'll be furthest away from the start we've ever been.

We're constantly taking steps.

Getting to the end point is tough and hard to get by.

But if theres something to believe in, you can fly away on it's breeze.

And where the grass kisses the clouds, we'll be going.

Kyle

-Thoughts-

Slow chemical

2006-04-07T22:15:00.000-07:00

So I guess that's all I am.
Just a background substance.
One who isn't close enough to you,
but is always there to break your fall.
At his own health in question.
A background substance,
like a drug that picks you up into a world of glowing dust.
A drug for you to use.
A drug that doesn't mind being abused.
For the good of the junkie that I love.
The drug shall never know of happiness.
Nor joy, nor ecstacy.
For a drug is never loved,
just used.
For the good of the junkie that it loves.
And the drug is often replaced.
So easily that it hurts.

Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you can be the chemical.

2006-03-24T06:10:00.000-08:00

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Another movie tribute. This time with effects! There is a possibility that it might take half an hour to fully load so leave it on standby and go do other stuff befre watching it. N'joy!

Vote now

2006-03-18T06:34:00.000-08:00

Should Kyle continue "War of the schools" or concentrate mainly on his upcoming novel "The five kings?"

Tag A for WOTS

or

Tag B for TFK

2006-03-07T05:38:00.000-08:00

Well, the school year just started and i'm as tired as hell. My legs hurt, my arms hurt and i'm about to sleep as im typing this. Exhaustion sets in. And it makes me feel young again. Reminiscent of my good ol track and field days where we would sweat it out in the rusty gym. I miss those times in St. Patrick's. CJC is a whole new ballgame. And to tell you the truth, I kinda like it already. A chance to start over again and begin anew. It's a good feeling at the beginning of something new, where you have so much to learn and do ahead of you. Getting into the jc was already a miracle for me. Things are looking up. Orientation is far better than i thought it would be. Even the mass dance isn't so bad. Did the knowlege inquiry test today. Would be awesome if i could get in. I guess that's all i can write today. As you can tell i severely lack inspiration when im sleepy. But at least its a post eh? Well i'll update again tomorrow. What I need now is a good rest. Seeya tomorrow peeps.

Kyle v.s Miss Valentine

2006-02-14T09:30:00.000-08:00

Twas a dusty morning. Two figures could be seen on the dirt road. One held a gun, black as night and the other one held her's, red with a pink heart engraved on the handle. Every year these two would meet on that same path and everyone would watch. She wore a pink sun dress and a hat to match. Brown curly locks, fair skin and blue eyes, it was easy to see that she was a fan favourite especially with the men. All in all she looked too sweet to be holding a gun let alone using one. The young man on the other end wore a brown trench coat and a black neckerchief. Dark skin and black hair he had. His face was scarred badly and he held a look of contempt as he watched her from across the road. Some say that he held a terrible grudge against the lovely lady while others would say he simply despised her. And of course others would tell you it was a little bit of both. The young man slid his gun back into the holster and watched the clock tower on the left. The lady did the same and waited. Her smile hadn't dropped as she looked at him. He shifted his gaze so he wouldn't make eye contact. Even the strongest of men could be distracted by her charms and he knew that well enough not to fall into her allure. The minute hand edged to the 59 mark. The duel would commence in a minute. His fingers licked the ebony handle of the revolver in his holster as he waited. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and she returned his glance with a quick wink and a grin. He looked away once again, his fists clenched tight as he stared at the dusty ground. The two of them looked at the clock tower once again. Slowly, the hand began to move to the new hour mark. Within that tiny moment, their eyes met. She reached for her gun and rolled to the left as he kicked up a dust cloud to spoil her aim. 2 shots were fired but the two were still standing. He took a step closer and fired 3 shots in her direction. 2 of which broke through the window of the bar on the other side of the road. She fired 2 more shots at him one which whistled pass his cheek and one that caught him right in the shoulder. He fell onto his hands and knees. He had been hit but was not ready to yield. He picked up his gun once more and fired another shot that knocked her pink hat off her head. Another bullet had missed and she retaliated with 2 quick rounds which hit him in the stomach and thigh. He fell to his knees again and his arm drooped down to his side. She moved closer to him with her gun pointing right at him. She looked at him still with that trademark smile on her face. He lifted his arm once more but before he could fire, she fired her last bullet and it hit him dead in the heart. He kneeled there, stunned for a moment. His gun still pointing back at her. And then he fired the last bullet before collapsing to the ground. Her smile faltered when she felt her blood trickle down the side of her face. His last bullet had grazed her rosy cheek which was now bleeding. However, she simply stroked her hand over the wound and it vanished. She walked over to the young man's lifeless body and placed her hand over his forhead. His eyes opened slowly only to see his nemesis standing victorious over him. She healed his wounds. As she always does after every duel between them. Offering her hand to him, she fluttered her eyelashes. He sat up and rubbed the areas where he had been shot. He looked at her, still with the look of contempt and slapped her hand away in disgust. Every year it would be this way. They would fight. And he would always lose. No matter how many times he lost, he would always return. Everytime he lost, she would heal him back to strength. But he would never take her hand. He got up, dusted himself off and walked away from her. She waved as he made his way out of town. The people around her started to congratulate her and celebrate for their favourite had won once again. The young man got onto his horse and rode away from the town, not taking a glance back. "Everyone celebrates...but they do not stop to think of those that are not so lucky to enjoy the splendour of this day. I fight for their cause. The lonely of this world. The one's she brings depression to every year when they cannot be with a person they love. She may be the source of many true loves but for every two hearts merging into one, there are 50 other hearts shattered. My cause will never be finished for there will always be lonely people out there. Valentine only makes it worse for them. Why should there be a day set aside for five couples in a city of a hundred people with no one to care for or be cared for by?"
The young man's words escaped his mouth as he rode on past river and into the mountains. However, none heard him as he disappeared over the horizon.

This is why i do not support Valentine's day. Tis because there are more people out there that wish they could celebrate it compared to those that actually celebrate it. And I also think it's stupid beause it isn't a public holiday anyway.

wicky wicky wa wa

2006-02-13T09:52:00.000-08:00

I apologize but this isnt the angst filled post, that'll be the day after valentines day how's that. So anyway i was doing crud today. Got the runs. Don't ask me what that is, you dont wanna know. Was going around my peep's blogs when i happened to chance upon the blog of someone called Kim Wakermen. I don't know if I spelled the name correctly but I don't really care. So anyway, she was all riled up by some guy who left a comment saying her english sucks and her blog sucks too and stuff like that. I thought it was pretty funny but i guess she doesnt have much of a sense of humor you know what i'm saying? So she started spraying something about being bilingual and blahdee blahdee blah and was trying to defend her honor as a good english speaking icon. And then she continued something about "not knowing the real me". You know that kinda thing that all celebrities have. I think it's hilarious when celebrities are angry don't you? They get all "Oh you don't understand how i really feel." And so on. Anyway, i think the guy who left the comment there was kinda dumb too i mean how many people are going to actually agree with you? I would but i mean everyone else is too busy sucking up to the fame of that particular person. You bring up a good point but a hundred other people will shun you coz you're dissing their "friend". I wish my blog was more well known so i can write and actually have the target audience notice. Well if you ain't got the looks or the fame, you're not going many places. Thats the thing about this world. They always need a good face to sell something to the public. Very rarely do you get an average guy like me, turning famous. One day i'd like to engage in a duel with someone from the raffles jc debate team. I'd run up to him and shout, "Defend yourself you son of an unnamed goat!" I'm pretty sure he would and he'd say, "I accept your duel. First of all ladies and gentlemen of the board, it is physically impossible for a homosapien such as myself to be born by a goat." That's the point where all his supporters start cheering. "En Garde!" I would say, and run him through with a sharp pointy rapier. Hey I didn't specify what kind of duel did I? Just because he's from the debate team doesn't mean i would have a verbal duel with him. I apologize for being so random today. That's just the way i am on my blog. So where were we? Ah yes. Let us continue the story of Kurt's discount space cruiser, the 5 horsemen of the apocalypse, Samuel and I.

The space cruiser hurtled toward the ground but before it met the ground, a huge marshmallow appeared and cushioned the space craft's fall.

Kyle: Where the hell did that come from Jimmy? What the hell.

3rd Horseman: I don't know Kyle and don't call me Jimmy, my name is James.

Kurt: Hmm...let us go outside to examine it.

Kurt, Kyle and Samuel opened the hatch and stepped out onto the lush greenery of the La Theine Plateau. Suddenly a strange looking short guy popped out and started hopping around like a 12 year old on pixie sticks.

???: Waahahahahaha! Muhuhuahahauhahhauauhuuuhu! WheeeHhheeeee! You wil never guess my name you foolish mortals!

Samuel: Rumplestiltskin?

With that, the tiny man imploded into space and was never seen again.

Kyle: What an eccentric performance.

Gordon: Hey peeps did you see my goldspinning servant anywhere around here?

Gordon, Kurt and Kyle's cousin had walked out from behind the marshmallow.

Kyle: You mean old Rumple?

Gordon: Don't tell me you said his name?

Samuel: Sorry I did.

Gordon: Damn! I had him locked up in the tower spinning gold for me and he was trying to get people to say his name so that he would die and be free of torture. Oh well, I still got Sauron, Darth Vader and Lex Luthor working up there.

Scene changes to Darth Vader spinning some thread in Gordon's tower.

Darth: Dum de dum....ooh missed a stitch. Silly me.

Kyle: I can only imagine.

Kurt: Any idea where this big ass marshmallow came from?

Gordon: What are you stupid? Don't you know a different confectionery food spawns at this very point everyday at this time?

Samuel: What? What kinda jackass does that?

Gordon: I don't know but it probably has something to do with that shadowy man sneaking off into the forest.

Kurt: Interesting...very interesting. Well let's go to Burger King i'm famished.

Samuel: Dammit Kurt! Let's find out what that man is up to!

Gordon: I'll stop him! I'm a level 60 black mage! Firaga!

~Intermission~

Kyle: Uhh...Gordon, no offense but your cast time really sucks.

Samuel: We'd probably have caught him by now if we went on foot.

Gordon: Relax Firaga has a huge range of effect.

Kurt: I'm sure its gonna be like a spark that goes 6 feet or some-

A giant fireball explodes from Gordon's hands as he finally finishes casting the spell and scorches the enitre plateau into charred dirt.

Kurt: O-kay....

Well that's all i got the time for tonight folks. Will they catch the mysterious man and find out why he summons confectionary treats from beyond the world? Tune in the next time i update and find out. Next week's special guest, Hideo Kojima! Good night!

wacootalkinboutesse?

2006-01-10T10:13:00.000-08:00

Alright people it about time i updated. I've got nothing to talk about because my life has been a drag. Thank God for video games. Life would be hell without them. And to all of you who say "how can anyone find such joy in video games?", you dont understand anything so shut up. If you have lived the life of a gamer, even for a day, then maybe you would know the unique joy they bring. And if you think its all fun and games and nothing comes out of it, you are dead wrong. They ignite creativity within the mind and teach you lotsa stuff. For example, I know a heck of alot more about world war 2 because i played call of duty and medal of honour. Most of my creativity for my writing is inspired by games like final fantasy. If you think that games are dumb, think again. Some of the greatest minds, design, produce and write scripts for many video games. Telling you this is one thing but my parents don't seem to get it. The only games they ever played were pac man and bomber man. Oh by the way have you ever tried the game paper boy? I swear it is the hardest game i've ever played. Geez. And its found on SNES. So have any of you gotten any action lately? I know a couple of people that have. Heheh. They make it seem so obvious its not funny. In fact it disgusts me to even think about it. *shudders* It's 2 am in the morning. Everyday has been like this. In half an hour, the grim show on cartoon network is gonna start.You should watch it its kickass. Well i really aint got much to say that would be interesting to you all but lets break out into an impulsive story shall we?

One day Kyle was walking through the La'Theine Plateau when suddenly he saw his good friend Samuel.

Kyle: Yo whats up homes?

Samuel: Well you know, same shit, different day.

Kyle : I hear ya buddy. Hey, whats that blue light in the sky?

Just then a massive space ship appeared from behind the mountains and beamed both Kyle and Samuel on board.

Kyle & Samuel: What the f-

A micro second later, on the space ship....

Kyle & Samuel: -uck?

Kyle's brother Kurt was on the spaceship as well, along with Santa Claus, Bigfoot and the 5 horsemen of the apocalypse.

Kyle: Oh thank God its just you guys. I thought we were being abducted.

Samuel: Sup guys?

5 horsemen: Yo Samuel.

(Yes they are all very good friends)

Kyle: So is this your new ship?

Kurt: Hell yeah! Welcome aboard the Pwnager.

Kyle: Man, what did you do? Take out 6 mortgages on our house to get this?

Kurt: Yeah thats exactly what i did. You're listed as collateral by the way.

Warning! Warning! Engines shutting down to conserve battery power!

Samuel: You got a battery powered space ship!?

Kurt: Hoo boy thats the last time i buy from Deranged Dan's space cruiser emporium.

Kyle: Uh guys (points to the window).

Kurt: Is that the ground?

Before i end this in the most violent fashion i'm just gonna stop it right there. However next week you will find out how we escaped a horrible death and ended up in el dorado. Well i guess i've got nothing more to say. You guys have probably had enough anyway eh? One more thing. Dont you just hate the word darling? *shudders* It makes me sick to the stomach. Have a nice day my kickass friends!

Rules of the game:

2005-12-22T07:52:00.000-08:00

Rules of the game:

Post 5 Weird and Random facts about yourself, then at the end list the names of 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours.

1. I am a descendant of the first man to ever swim the English channel.

2. I am pretty bad at frst person shooter games, no mater how long i practise them.

3. My relatives are forcing me to join Singapore idol next year.....

4. I believe that angels have wings made out of white feathers.

5. I like food with cheese and meat in it. Mmmm....cheese and meat....

5 PEOPLE TO DO THIS: Samuel, Shane, Joshua, Tessa and My bro.

The passage from parch to plenty. Or plenty to parch....

2005-11-25T02:38:00.000-08:00

I have officially graduated from the best damn secondary school of all time. Grad night was two days ago. It was alright I guess. Just too bad it started off with a kinda heartache....i suppose the rest of the night went well. We cheered, ate and drank like we were in the halls of Valhalla. There was even one part where Eng Tai went up on staged for the best dressed and most handsome patrician thingy. Hahaha. Everyone was cheering for him. Even the sec 5's. The rrof almost came down on us with all that noise. Twas a brilliant day. And then we had the barbecue yesterday where everyone got wet coz some peeps decided to have a water bomb fight. Using my ice box as a water container.... haha. So anyway the O's have long gone. And now we go on the passage from parch to plenty. Or plenty to parch...depending on the results we get on February 28th. Geez it's gonna be either the greatest or worst birthday i'll ever have. For now, I will return to my normal routine of playing games upon games until i cant see the screen properly anymore. Then I promise, I will write my story. Honest. If not, you can beat me until I write it. Thats all for today!
Oh by the way. If you believe in something, people get nervous around you. They become afraid of you. And so they try to shake your beliefs. Don't listen to them. If they tell you that you shouldn't believe in what you choose to believe, stand your ground. Don't let anyone tell you what to think. Because all they are doing is trying to change your beliefs to suit theirs. They are scared of you and your principles. Believe in yourself as well and let no one convince you otherwise. Hold fast.

So...Why were you hesitant? It's not like my body was made of acid or anything.

2005-11-14T03:35:00.000-08:00

This is the point in a boy's life when he knows that the rest of his life is going to be an utter embarrasment and disgrace to his family and friends. Seeing my father shrug like he didn't know what was going to become of me, made me feel like shooting everyone within a 10 block radius and finally turning the gun on myself. I'm officially the family loser. Who ever heard of someone failing clb? I don't even want to type this shit anymore. If my own father has lost faith in me, who has any left? I'm giving up as well. For everyone to know, I'm going to grow up to become a bum. Don't be hostile if i need to borrow money or sleep over at your place. I've let down everyone. I shouldn't accept anyone's christmas gifts this year. I'm probably going to get a 5 for english and a 5 for maths and a 5 for everything else and a fail for clb. My life as I know it is academically over. If you will excuse me, I'm going to try and hang myself. Don't worry I'll probably fail at that too.

Its 1000 and climbing

2005-11-09T04:34:00.000-08:00

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Kylenation! Population: 1000+ and growing!

Thanks for the support everyone!

2005-11-09T01:11:00.000-08:00

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You are the exclamation mark.You are bubbly, dramatic and energetic.You like making dramatic entrances.Your company is somewhat exhausting, andsome people get headaches if in your presence too
often.

Which piece of punctuation are you?
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Do I really give people headaches and exhaust them? Hmm

The day before tomorrow

2005-11-05T02:42:00.000-08:00

This is the last day before the final test we'll ever take as a secondary school student. I cannot help but worry what is on the other side of the sunrise. This will either make or break my life as it is. Tonight is officially the last night of calm. And then, it begins. Now my younger friends, I must leave. I am on the brink of a new stage in life. This is where we will part. Your turn will come soon though. But even then I cannot guarantee that we'll ever see one another again. Don't worry though, it'll be fine. Your life continues. As does mine. And just like all good things must end, so upon these final days of 2005, ours comes to an indefinite close. In case I never see you again, i wish you the best in what you decide to do. I wish you better than your heart desires. Take up my seat which will be empty by dawn. And have a nice day for the rest of your days. I willdo my greatest to keep in touch. I hope you do the same. My friends of my age. This is it. Its been so long hasn't it? Since we began, not knowing where we were headed? Some of us still don't know till this day. But I guess after this last hairpin bend, we will have some idea. It won't matter if we fail. Or if we end up with nothing at all. Ultimately, it is up to us to build our lives. Nonetheless, i pray for all of us to find our way to where we desire to go, be it a jc or a polytechnic. This isn't the end. At least that's what I think and I hope you think that way too. We too may not see each other much after but I will stretch my limits to carry on our friendship. And if we do not get to gather once again as the group we once were, our fellowship would still remain unbroken within our hearts and minds. May we do well enough for ourselves. I guess it's time now for this cowboy to ride off. It is dusk already. Not far off now... Ride now, and do not turn back. Not one step backwards. It's all downhill from here.

It's about time the O's got a full barrel of bullets up it's ass. Western style.

Just a little something i'd like to try

2005-11-02T05:25:00.000-08:00

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your (online journal if you've got one) and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you

2005-10-31T07:37:00.000-08:00

On saturday, I managed to catch final fantasy: advent children. It was the cinematic remake of the game that revolutionized the final fantasy series, FF7. Many of you do not know what exactly i'm talking about. But I guess it is different between you and i. Advent children may not have been the best movie of the year, but to me, it was the best one i watched so far. Do not get me wrong when i say i loved the movie and confuse me with someone who watched it and had no idea what the hell was happening. Those kinda guys are just in it for the sake of it. I grew up with final fantasy. It was almost like my childhood bedtime story each night i turned off the playstation. It began when I was 6 or 7. The year i got my ps1. Final fantasy was one of the first games that i was engrossed in. There was much beauty in the storyline as well as dark aspects. And when I watched the movie on saturday evening, every memory came back. The music, the thrills, the characters, the passion i had with the story. It was so good to see the characters and the places come to life after so many years. It was probably one of the most inspiring times of my childhood days and now, those flames of imagination have been rekindled. I remember vincent and his mystique, barret and his boisterous personality, yuffie and her sassy attitude and cloud who always seemed to be without much emotion. My days as a kid were spent with those characters from a fictional game. And seeing them once again was great. I guess my interest in magic and fantasy began there. All built upon a simple game. Dragons, wyverns and chocobos. Swords, guns and shurikens. If there was ever an award going for most influential story, i'd pick it any day. Perhaps you may not understand the way I feel. Perhaps you grew up with other things like southeast asian folklore or mother goose stories. My conscious life began with final fantasy 7 and watching the last scene of that movie, where Cloud smiled for the first time in a long time, i knew that i would always treasure that story till the day i pass on. Such a tale cannot be forgotten so easily. Thank you for the inspirational music Nobuo Uematsu, thank you for the game Squaresoft. Thank you for giving me a little piece of fantasy to build on my own.

A huge part of my life was spent in the slums of Midgar, the mountains of Nibelheim and the city of Kalm. Everyday, an adventure beside Cloud, Aeris, Tifa, Barret, Cid, Yuffie, Vincent, Red 13, Cait Sith and Sephiroth. I will never forget those blissfull days in 1997. I will never stop dreaming the way i did then. One more ride on the highwind would be great...

The end

2005-10-30T07:35:00.000-08:00

4 years ago this age began where i stepped out into this orange-pink school,

Only a handful of friends had I, some close, some far.

The future seemed unnerving, never had I been in an environment such as this.

The boy from primary school was slowly dissipating. Turning slowly but steadily into what he is today.

Along the way, i made friends. Some close, some not very and some who were just there.

Though the beginning was strange, it began to twist into a time of great fun and happiness.

2 years of it were easy and swift. We had fun and laughter, not a tear was shed.

My friends and I were going forth like centurions, unperturbed by challenges ahead.

But that changed, the year which the white began to cover our legs.

Our paths were split into different directions. Some left, some stayed.

It was a sad sight to see one of my greatest allies fly off to a far away land as the walls of the school turned from orange to white and green.

Change was rampant. It began to scare me once again. Along with the loss of friends cam heartbreaks in a different field. Romance took me by the throat and shook me to the living core.

At one point, it was almost painful to watch people holding hands. And then, it began to be painful to live. I almost got lost in my own mind once.

My tattered shoes and my frayed pants. The broken prefect badge and the worn prefect tie.

I was a prefect... But i have forgotten the times where it used to mean something.

Dreams of head prefect and sportsman of the year slipped easily through my fingers.

I was nothing. Nothing but a run of the mill student in a run of the mill school.

However, from lost friendship, new friendship began. And during the 3rd year, a bond between 5 students was formed.

They stuck by me, and I stuck by them. Or at least i hoped i did.

We laughed and had fun. Once again, no tears were shed.

At least not among each other....

The fourth year began. Our final year. We pledged to do our best. We pledged to make our impact felt.

Much was had in the fourth year. New ideas, new positions and new lessons.

Though we had fun and laughed together. We couldn't help but keep one eye fixed upon the approaching tempest.

Two battles we each fought. One in mid year and one a few months ago. I didn't give my best and personally, i'm afraid of what stands before me.

Our 800 days ended 2 weeks ago and now there is one week till saigo no sensou.

The five of us are standing on the dusty grounds of the front. There is no way back. We have to face it, or fall.

I guess this is it....I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one i can't escape is even worse.

7 days. Thats all that's left.

Alas, here upon the 4 levels of the white citadel our fate will be decided. It is in our hands now.

But I know, however the outcome. Whether it goes ill or we return as heroes. Bonds will still stand.

We will still have that. And though it seems insignificant, try living without them. You'll die in a month.

Take these 7 days one at a time. Fear not the future. Whatever lies beyond the morning after, is a little later on.

This is our final act, our last chapter, the ultimate test.

May the guardian's wings be on your back.

May we prevail.

May we live to raise hell once more.

Fantasmus

2005-10-23T02:45:00.000-07:00

You know I really wish i lived in a world of text instead of the world i live in now. I wish I was part of a fantasy and not of this reality. Everything in reality is based on routine. Just look at it.

Birth--->Life----->Death

Wake up -----> School----->Return home-----> Sleep

Wake up---->Go to work----->Come Home----->Sleep

Why can't we be fighting dragons or grappling with griffons in the mountains or in the windswept plains of some distant, magical land? I would rather be riding a horse all day and going to war at the age of 15 than continuing my education here. Just imagine. Everyday would be a quest or an adventure into the unknown. Even war before this damned age was somewhat better. There was still valour and honour and even spirit. The thrill of a united rank charging down the hillside, each man with sword in his hand, fighting for what he holds dear to him. The beauty of war was that everyone had a fighting chance. Now look at it. You could be a marksman, the fittest guy in the entire platoon and still you will die in a fraction of a second. Where is the honour in that. Medal of honour my ass! They should just call it medal of "I pushed a button and wiped out the enemy so i deserve some sort of recognition." It doesn't depend on skill anymore.. I wish we could return to the age of swords and spears where weapons were respected. And even if you got shot in the head with an arrow, you could survive. Reality is a piece of shit to me. It will seem that way to you too if you really think about it. I feel like I don't belong here anymore. Guns are one thing that suck. It spoils everything. Bombs are another. Real life is such a drag. Nothing special ever happens. On your death bed your grandson might ask. So gramps what was your life like? Your answer would probably be like this, "Well, i did well in school, graduated from college, got a job, worked, had a family and here i am."
How much more unsavoury can it get... I don't want a life like that. Why must it be so mundane? For once I wish that fantasy and reality would switch places and give this world a touch of magic. Believe me this world needs it. Would you rather be driving down the ecp or riding a horse through the fens of Gondor. Would you rather be reading biology or learning how to fence in the halls of a fortress? Would you rather go to war knowing you have a fighting chance of survival or go there knowing you're dead for sure? I don't know what you want. But even with technology and everything, I'd really prefer a life in fantasy than a life in reality. Though there wont be computers, who gives a damn. There are more upsides to it than there are down.
Sighs....Oh well. Hopefully one day I will experience some magic. I'd rather be shielding myself from the heat of a dragons breath than listening to the scoldings i get from the school principal. This is what I think. And I think I don't like reality one bit. Coz if you stack them up toe to toe, Fantasy would kick the shit out of reality anytime and everytime.

The road goes ever on.

2005-10-22T21:40:00.000-07:00

Home is behind, the world ahead.

And there are many paths to tread.

Through shadow,

through the edge of night.

Until the stars are all alight.

Mist and shadow.

Cloud and shade.

All shall fade,

All shall......fade.

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2005-10-18T04:34:00.000-07:00

It's hard to show your care for someone who doesn't give a f*ck about your care.
It's hard to show concern for someone who doesn't respond to your concern.
What I'm saying is, i'm tired of it.
I give up. All i wanted was response.

Concept art.

2005-10-14T23:29:00.000-07:00

These drawing are dedicated to my story and to those who read it.

The concept art of my story.

The overworld map. In case the words are too small,

Upper left- Incradia- Directly below- Neadril Island

Bottom left- Singaria

Central- Durnewood

Upper central- George & Mosin-Southeast-Longhorn Island

Right- Priathor

Top Right- Xander

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The concept art of the Five's weapons.

Short sword of Damian Teo.

Dress sword of Durnewood officers. Presented to him by the King after his participation in the Dead eye competition.
Diamond coated steel blade with gold plated hilt.
Cloth grip.
Leather scabbard with a gold finish.
Engraved with the seal of Durnewood.

Sword of Joshua Siow.

Composite Steel blade.
Hilt engraved with the Scorpio seal.
Pommel emblazoned with a cross.
Leather scabbard etched with his first name.
Rope grip.
Obtained at the beginning of his journey from his father.

Sword of Samuel Lee.

Folded steel blade.
Stingray skin grip.
Seal of the Incradian forge on hilt.
Black Ivory scabbard with silver trim.
Obtained at the tournament of Champions, before the Incradian betrayal.
The only sword among the five not from Durnewood or George.

Dagger of Kyle Ganapathy.
Simple curved steel blade.
Engraved motto on the base of the blade. "Till the end of time"
Wooden handle complete with ergonomic grip design.
Iron pommel.
Leather scabbard with loop at the base. Easy belt attachment.
Given to him at George before leaving to defend Mosin.

Battle Axe of Shane Meyer.
Steel axe head.
Metal etched grip at base complete with elaborte hand guard.
Bandages attached to shaft as a luck charm.
Leather blade cover. Secured by laces.
Bandages came from those that covered the wounds of Gervace Radrial. Axe-Master of Durnewood, 3 centuries before.
Entrusted to him by the winner of the tree hewing contest after seeing his potential.

These are the main weapons of them. More will be posted up once I draw them properly.

The Celestia. The ship that carried us to and from the war.
Built in Xander and was flown to George where it rested for 20 years.
Crashed four times before due to air blowouts but survived each time.
The flagship of the Princess and her royal guard.
The first airship to break into Incradian territory in the counter invasion.

That concludes the collection of concept art I have so far. But still I would like to continue this post with a few more pictures that are worthy of this blog.

The shards of Falmar.
Entrusted to Kyle by Gordon Lye for his birthday.
Broken in the battle.
Remembered eternally.

In memory of the 5 kings.

The watch of Samuel, The scissors of Shane, The beloved picture of Damian, The pen and book of Kyle, The feather and holy ring of Joshua.

Each object representing each person in its own way. The 5 objects that meant the most to the legacy of their time in the class of 4E2.

May the times forever be cherished.

And just like that. Our 800 days were over....

2005-10-14T06:20:00.000-07:00

Last night i was sick. My head was throbbing, my nose running and i couldn't sleep. I had a dream. Dreams of the Silmarillion. The images of the battles and the landscapes. It was like I was there as these two burly men were locked in battle. "Fighting you is like fighting a mongoose who's leg is tied to a pole. And I am the snake." Said one of them. Some old english followed and I cannot recall what he said. But I could've sworn I saw Fingolfin riding as fast as Orome would, on his white steed and his sword hanging from his waist, gleaming like ice. I only read the silmarillion a couple of times before and yet It's in my dreams. Hmm. Perhaps it is an inspiration for the times approaching. But what I couldn't understand was when I was somewhere in between consciousness and sleep. Everytime i shut my eyes, an image of a dark tower or a fortress would appear. The sky above it was covered with grey clouds. Not black. Grey. And lightning flashed in them. Many lights were on in the tower. It was like the scene of a strong castle right before it was sacked by evil and darkness. Inspirational in its ways....The weird thing is, in the silmarillion, there were no images printed.

Tribute to the honoured

2005-10-10T03:45:00.000-07:00

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Kyle: Terribly sorry for the inconvenience but to access the picture, please use the link above. Thank you.

This is a tribute to those who have walked beside me up until the gates. And also for those who will go with me to saigo no sensou.

To my friends and everyone else who helped, i'd like to thank you for these 1-4 years. Soon it will be the end of all things for me and a few of you. For others, you've only just begun. You have so much to learn and to enjoy. Our part in this story of secondary school life has ended. It is up to you to carry on the text. And for those who will fight by my side at the final battle, may you all lay down your swords at the end with a smile.

With reference to the picture, I shall give a tribute to all of you.

Firstly, to the four other kings

The ju-jitsu gi and belt are dedicated to Joshua Siow. From the days where we threw each other in the dojo to the days where we beat each other up in class. Thanks for the bruises and the bloodshed! Thanks for the friendship as well. Hope we manage to do well for the o levels. We always thought of getting 8 points or lower. Haha. I'm sure we'll kickass anyway. Also hope to join RG one day. Youth masses are cool. Stay crazy but don't get any splinters from cactuses! Thanks for reassuring me of my writing skills and thanks for everything else you helped me out with! P.S- The slappy foo movie is coming out. It features the making of papos and flesh eating haze.

The cricket bat and ball is dedicated to Shane Meyer. He's been the cricket captain for the past 3 years. Since sec 2 if im not wrong. Been in the same class for 2 years now. Has been crazy with his antics such as throwing people's things on the floor and disturbing teachers and classmates alike. (B.P Wong). The best times were when we'd all gather around the place at the left corner of the class during bio period and start singing stuff like George Huff and Stevie Wonder songs. Other memorable moments include the bending of Sujinder's brand new pen and the enterprise fair preparations. I wonder where they kept that trolley. How bout the chewing gum incident? Now theres a classic. Terribly sorry, you know seeing it was my chewing gum. Oh well. Hope you do well too and get that phone you wanted. Or that guitar or whatever else you're gonna buy. Theres physics tomorrow. Pray theres no welcome speech. Thanks for the friendship, the captaincy and the comedy.

The Katana is dedicated to Samuel Lee. His japanese roots inspired me to draw up the ancient sword. Hearing about Japan from him sometimes makes me want to stay away from that place but other times it seems like a superb place to visit. Hopefully one day i'll get to go to somewhere like Hokkaido or Kyoto or some place like that. Anyway, Samuel is quite unorthodox. Not that the rest of us aren't but we all have our own special traits that sets us apart from the rest. He never fails to do well in his sciences. Well except for bio. He's a superdude in Chem and Physics though. He's always one of the top candidates for highest in that subject. He's so good in physics that he can come up with theories of weapons of mass destruction. Oh about that. He kinda wants to destroy the world sometimes but yeah that doesn't stop us from being friends. Thanks for sharing your insights with me and thanks for hearing mine. Like you said, we appear different but we are quite similar in all aspects. And thanks for supporting my writing and for helping me out of depressions too dude. One of the minds with genuine depth that i have come across.

The army uniform, helmet and pistol is dedicated to Damian Teo. Damian has been in the same class as me for four years. I remember in sec 1 and 2 we used to fight during the subject change period. And guess what? We still do that now! Hahah. Chaos in the classroom has never died out. Damian loves the military. So much that he wants to sign on. As a commando. Now that's tough. His knowledge of military weapons, vehicles and personnel are second to no one in this school. Ask him how big a 50 caliber round is and he'll give you the exact measurements. We're gonna make it to commandos dude! And we'll be killing people with our knives, not even firing a single bullet. Thanks for being a friend for 4 years man. Has been a cool ride on the patrician bus but soon it'll end. Thanks for helping to cheer me up when i was pissed off and thanks for the reminders of cartoon network every now and then. Haha. Take care and hope we all meet again in the next level.

The five kings will always have their fellowship. Whether in Japan, America, Australia or Singapore, we always will remain, the kings of the world, and friends.

Secondly, to the extended family.

The American Eagles T-Shirt and volleyball are dedicated to Tessa Tham. You may be a million miles away in Canada but you're still a cool friend to me. You've always been a joy to talk to. Whether it's listening to my rants and raves, chatting about the peeps in Singapore or your everyday school life way up north. It has always been fun. Your style and fashion sense is way better than anyone I know over here. Haha that should count for something. To sum it all up, you are superrrrrfantabulous! Thanks for being there to listen when I just needed to vent and thanks for telling me that i was talented even though i didn't really think i was. I had to add you into this tribute. Though you deserve something much more than a doodle on a paper and text on a blog. Thanks for the friendship and the smiles. (:

P.S- I know you'll make the team for volleyball the next time you try. I have a hunch. Haha. Or anything else you may wanna do. Give it the best shot ya got in you.

The bloody knife on the black and silver shawl is dedicated to Gisella. Well it represents the usual styles of your writings. The dark, somewhat gothic and somewhat romantic at times. I've enjoyed sharing my pieces with you and getting to read yours in return. They are thought provoking, sometimes leaving the reader to think but still unable to find the true meaning. I like that. Mysterious. Haha. I don't mean that in a bad implication of course. A cambridge examiner would be proud of the stuff i've read from you. Thanks alot for your support and for telling me that i really can write. It means alot for someone to tell me that he/she appreciates my work. Haha. And I appreciate yours too. Never been a dull moment talking to ya. Hope you fair well in the eoys this year and your final battle the next. You'll do fine. Take it easy. *Thumbs up*

P.S- Remember our 80-20 deal for the motion picture of your story! Cept this time, I get 80. Heheheh.

The acorn is dedicated to you Ying. Since PESA, you've always treated me like one of your pals. Even though i never was part of the cdc or the debates or the PESA competition. You still treated me as an equal. I really respect that. Your friendship is an invaluable asset to me now. You've been there to listen to me when I was depressed over my being and even though i talked for about close to an hour, you still listened patiently. Where else could I have gone. You're always there to cheer me up and that's something I will never forget. It's good to see that you're doing alright for now in sec 3. I know you've encountered problems similar to mine too. But like you said. It's all about being strong. Strength is da key. And it'll be all right. Won't it? Haha. I wish ya all the best for the eoy's this year and also for the o's the following year. Don't stress yourself over them. They are just another exam. But don't be complacent like me either. Take care alright? Oh by the way if you're wondering why its an acorn its coz of your display picture.
P.S- Take care of Mr. Pain. He has razor sharp edges! You'd win the gold medal in cheer upping any day. And that isn't a word. I made it up.

The manga comic, rectangular spectacles and shuriken are for Wei Jie. Well, we haven't really treated you the best. Especially with Shane's comments and all but I guess beneath your blur frame, you're still an okay guy. How bout that time you gave me a few thousand zeny or that time you bought me that hat for christmas. (It was in an online game). Also when you helped me to train my character and such. That may be in a game but that still shows you got some friendship in you dude. Keep working and one day you may just become a ninja! You had better study for your o's this time man. If not i'll steal your Naruto discs and throw them in the canal. Take care dude. And good luck once again.
P.S- perhaps i'll play ragnarok again soon.

The pool cue and the pool balls are dedicated to Amanda Ang. It's been quite a long time since we've really talked. However our friendship dates 3 years back. It's been nice knowing you all those years. I remember alot actually. The drums, the time you were going to buy your new pencil box, the time you wanted to buy the lance armstrong band? Haha. It has been a while. Well you're one of the people who has known me through secondary school life. Mostly at least. Don't worry about your results, I'm sure you can do well. You have been doing alright before. Good luck for your o levels and hopefully i'll see you in the next level. Or around. Haha.
P.S-You owe me a game of pool.

The carved wood without a doubt, refers to you. You know who you are. I don't even know if you're here reading this right now but i'm still putting you in my tribute because i can't forget that stuff you had done for me earlier. And I thank you for that. I will say no more because anything i say is not justified to be true after this statement. I still consider you a friend and someone who has supported me. I can't compare to your other friends or those you had mentioned on you blog. I was once on that list but i guess my honour has been lost. However the least I can do is give you the honour you deserve for those 2 years of friendship that you had used up on me. So thats how long forever lasts. Hm. Thank you for everything.

And I shall not forget you nor fail to reward you for being there for me. All of you will be remembered. I will stay with you till the end and I hope you will do the same for me.

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Thirdly, to the direct family

The anchor is dedicated to my brother Kurt Ganapathy. I've known this guy since I was born. Well obviously since he is my brother. Anyway, we've traveled the world from wonderful lands to paradise and fought the law at the crossroads. We won that time but we got arrested about a month later for selling counterfeit sushi to the Japanese. There was also that stint we had in UN. Though i wouldn't really call it a stint. It was more like us showing up and being escorted away from the building in Geneva. So here we are now stuck with our deadbeat lives. An O level student and an NSman. What an exciting duo. At least you get to play with morse code thingys while I wait in fear for the papers to come. Out of everyone here, I probably known you the longest. 16 years man. Who can be that? Second to Jimmy Page in guitar skills and one of the best damn writers in the world. Don't believe me? Why don't you axe Tony Blair? He'll direct you to his blog site and you'll read it. Or you could just go to his link on my blog. Worth a read. Really. I shall end your tribute in the words of Rick James. Cocaine is a hell of a drug, and a chingachangchung! Have fun in the navy! Thanks for da brothahood.

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Lastly, to the masses.

The sitemeter with the number 358 on it is dedicated to all those who visit my blog and share in my world of fantasy. I would not write more than a word if it wasn't for all of you. Thanks for the support.

The plastered heart is for all those who stood by me when love splintered it in two. Countless times. You've always been there to puch be back onto my horse and send me back to joust another day. You guys are the people I will hold close to the heart. After all, you're gonna need to help me again once I get my heart broken again. Heheh

Te open book with the pencil in it is dedicated to the people who patted me on the back and told me, Kyle, don't worry you can write. You all know who you are. Each and every one of you. I appreciate you and the support you give my writing. Without you, I would be a crazy man writing on the wall for no one to read. You are and forever will be, My peeps!

The sheets of paper with the broken pencil is dedicated to all our unfinished stories. For me, it was Tulem's fantasy (Primary 6) The Barpanti's order (Sec1-Sec2) Raedric Moon (Sec3) and most recently War of the schools ( Sec 4). For Samuel it was Wings. And now, you have to finish that well written tale of No title prologue. or better known as the last love story of humanity. It will be a good read. Joshua, you have to finish the invaders. All good stories must have an end. Or there would be no purpose. Gisella, you must complete your story. The one about the uhm...domestic escort! I promise that it'll make it to the stands. I pray that one day, all our written works shall be finished, and that we will bind the sheets of paper together and glue the pencil back in place. That way, every idea we ever thought shall go down into paper and the people will share in our minds, the thoughts that created a realm of fantasy for ourselves. We shall finish them. And they will be great.

A tribute to everyone I care about. You all shall be treated as royalty in my kingdom. And you shall always, always be great.

-Kyle

Thanks for the memories...

skies of peach.

2005-10-08T09:10:00.000-07:00

The Celestia drifted dreamily through the blue sky high above the lands of George. It was tranquil and calm. Light breezes tickled the faces of those on board and the sound of the propellers chopping through the air went in rhythm with the flapping sail above. Shane hung his legs over the starboard end of the deck. "Wooo! Look at how high up we are!" He excitedly proclaimed.

Damian took a seat next to him and held on to the guardrails, "Yeah! We can't even see the ground from up here!"

"That's because we're flying over the ocean now..." Samuel said as he carefully read an old, worn out map.

Shane turned and looked at Samuel and paused for about three seconds. "Shut up!" he retorted and continued gazing into the clouds below.

Kyle and Joshua stomped around the center of the deck, practicing hand to hand combat moves. "Hey! I didn't hit you that hard!" Kyle exclaimed after receiving a solid punch to the back.

He returned the favor by clubbing Joshua in the arm. "Argh!" he cried out after falling hard onto the wooden deck, "I'm dying!"

"Okay time out you two." Samuel said irritably as he glanced up from his map, "We can't afford any casualties up here."

Joshua and Kyle walked down to where Shane and Damian sat, clutching their injuries. The captain of the ship waved to Samuel from the bridge and rang the pull-bell beside him. He responded with a thumbs up and a wave. Turning to the others, he rolled up the map and took a seat on the wooden boards beside him. "He's taking the ship down now." he said casually.

"That was a fast trip." Joshua said

"We haven't completed the trip yet. We have to make a stop off first. Then it's three days on from there." Samuel replied.

"Oh. Where are we stopping again?"

Samuel stared at Joshua and then let out an exasperated sigh. "Didn't I tell you all three times that we have to pick up the Princess from Durnewood?"

"Oh no, not her!" Kyle said.

"Why do we have to pick her up?" Shane asked.

"Because we're her royal escorts!" Samuel shouted as he hit one of the boards with his fist.

They let out simultaneous groans as they leant back. " So now we have to pick her up and be nice to her. Great!" Damian said as he stamped his foot.

"It won't be so bad. Geoff will be boarding as well. He'll keep her busy." Samuel reassured them.
"More like she'll keep him busy. Imagine all that squealing and dancing he'll have to endure. Poor Geoff. I'm starting to feel sorry for him being the prince-to-be." Kyle added with a laugh.

The airship started to dip downwards a little and Joshua began to slide along the deck. "Whoa! Alright, I think it's time to go into the cabin. Don't want to wake up 600 feet underwater." said Joshua as he pulled himself back to his feet with the guardrail.

The ship was preparing to land. It began it's slow descent, passing through the barriers of clouds, which made the cabin feel like a straw shack at winter time. Through the windows of the cabin, the lands of Durnewood started to appear. The first landmark that could be seen was the very obvious Tower, right in the heart of the palace. Durnewood was an extravagantly decorated city. It had colourful streamers hanging from the roofs of the palace and the houses around it. There were many large balloons painted red and yellow floating in the air, tied to the ground by ropes. “Only the Princess could come up with decorations like this.” Damian said with a smirk on his face.

Flowers littered the gardens, all in the shades of pink and yellow. The whole area below them looked like a fairyland. The Celestia pulled down to tree level. And even the mighty oaks had red ribbons hanging from their branches. “Welcome to Penny Land.” Said Kyle looking with disbelief.

The captain and crew threw the landing ropes over the sides of the ship and the ground crew helped to secure them to the posts on each side of the ship. After the ropes were tied tightly, a ramp was wheeled out to the deck. “Okay, you can get off now. We’ll be waiting here so take your time.” The captain said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks! We’ll be right out.” Joshua said with a wave.

The doors of the palace opened and they stepped into the halls. White marble tiled the floor and intricately carved stone pillars supported the level above them. There was a huge central fountain in the hall, with three levels of mini waterfalls complete with a statue of the princess standing on the very top of it. “Well you have to admit, the fountain is nice.” Shane said as he watched the water flow hypnotically.

Joshua threw a coin into the fountain as they walked past it and toward a wooden door in which many crystals and jewels were embedded. They glittered against the backdrop of the dark brown door, resembling the night sky. The doorknockers were silver and the handles were of gold. Never had they seen such an elaborately fashioned door way before. The two guards on either side of the frame bowed to the 5 of them and pulled the door open, with great effort. It was the entrance to the throne room. Kyle sighed as he took the first step in. A flight of about 10 steps led up to the white throne. To the left and about 5 steps below it lay another, smaller throne. Both were empty and there wasn’t anyone in the whole room. “So…Where is she?” Kyle asked as he looked around.

Shane shrugged and began to look around as well. “Hey friends!!” squealed a loud but melodic voice.

Kyle closed his eyes and rubbed his head with the back of his hand. “We found her.”

“Oh how wonderful it is to see all of you!” She said with a wide smile on her face, “I picked fresh rose petals for you!”

She began to throw the petals in the air around the five of them, humming a tune as she pranced about the room. Damian couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Geoff walked up to them with an uncomfortable smile on his face. “Well, welcome to the palace.” He said as he broke out into hysterics as the petals covered the clothes and hair of the others.

“Very funny Geoff. You’re a natural court jester.” Samuel said.

“Me a jester? You’re the ones with petals on your heads!” he replied as he fell to the floor with laughter.

Kyle picked up a handful of them and threw them at Geoff. “Flower fight!” Joshua exclaimed as he jumped onto Kyle knocking him into a pile of the petals. Samuel flicked one into Shane’s face and he was quickly met with a takedown onto the now pink carpeted floor. They tossed up the petals creating a swirl of pink confetti. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as the rose petals settled onto the marble. “Oh act your age you guys.” Nydia said as she walked into the throne room.

“Nydia you’re here! What a surprise!” Kyle said as he spat out a mouthful of rose.

“Somebody has to keep an eye on you all while we’re out there.” She said as she walked up to them.

“Keep an eye on us? What ever for?” Geoff asked as he dusted off the petals from his cloak.

“Well if you’re doing stuff like this now, who knows what else you would do. Perhaps jump off the airship?” Nydia replied as she kneeled down next to Kyle.

Kyle grabbed a handful of the petals from the ground. “You’re too serious sometimes. Why don’t you take it easy sometimes?” he said as he sprinkled them over her head.

“But don’t become too easy going. Or you’ll become like her.” Damian whispered and pointed at Penny.

Samuel stood up and took out a notebook. “Well our next stop will be at the airship terminus. That’s about a day’s travel from here.”

Geoff got up as well, “We should be off then. Come princess let’s board the Celestia.” He said as he took Penny by the hand.

“Oh we’re going to fly? How wonderful!” she squealed as she skipped alongside him.

Nydia waited till they were outside the room. “Kyle, I know you guys don’t really like her that much but this time you’re her Royal bodyguards. So please try and be nice to her alright? She puts a lot of trust in all of you.”

“She does? That’s good to hear I guess.” He replied as he scratched his head, “Okay I’ll be nice to her this time. Only because you asked nicely.”

Nydia smiled and patted him on the cheek, “Theres a good boy.”

Shane, Joshua and Damian began to snicker behind him as Nydia walked out of the room as well. “Go ahead and laugh. We’ll see who gets a blanket full of ice later!” Kyle said as he walked out.

They boarded the airship once again. Penny started to spring around the deck like a ballet dancer as Geoff followed close behind. The others took their seats in the order in which they originally were. Nydia leaned on the guardrail as the crew helped to untie the supports. “All ready for take off!” The captain bellowed.

“Aye aye captain!” Shane responded with a salute.

The propellers began to move and the ship began to climb into the air. Penny scurried over to the side and waved to the ground crew. Still holding some petals from earlier on, she threw them down. Before long, the engines were full ahead and the Celestia ascended into the sky, leaving the city of Durnewood behind. “I’m going to miss my palace.” Penny said, starting to tear, “I don’t want to leave!”.

She ran up to Geoff and began to cry into his shirt. “There, there Princess. We’ll be back in a week.” He said as he patted her on the back.

“How old is she again?” Joshua asked as he looked on.

“She is as old as us. Though she acts like she’s five.” Shane replied.

Kyle sat against the guardrail, holding the wooden support tightly, as he watched Durnewood disappear from sight. Soon enough, the clouds blocked all vision of the lands below and once again, they were high up in the sky as they were initially.

The sun grew dimmer as they ascended, giving the air a misty atmosphere. Penny recovered from her tears almost as quickly as she had begun crying. “Have you ever been so high that you could touch the clouds?” She sang in a strange tune as she spun around the main deck.

Geoff grabbed her hand once more and tried to force her to stay still. “Princess, I don’t think an airship is the ideal place to be jumping around like that.”

“Geoff I love this ship! Buy it for me!” she said as she took both of Geoff’s hands and twirled around with him.

“Okay easy now, easy!” Geoff said as he almost lost balance.

Kyle laughed at the sight and so did the others. “I guess she can be kind of cute sometimes” Damian said.

Samuel, Shane and Joshua turned and looked at him with their mouths wide open. “Surely you jest” Shane said.

“Hey. Damian is kind of right. Penny can be annoying sometimes but she is nice too. She cares in her own special…childish ways.” Kyle said as he got up off the guard rail.

“I guess. But she still acts weird.” Said Samuel, carving his name into the wooden floorboard.

“I’m going to talk to Nydia for a while. See you in a bit my friends.” Kyle said as he patted Samuel on the back and ruffled Damian’s hair.

“Be back in time for dinner. We have Taquitos tonight!” Shane called out to him as he walked across the deck.

Kyle waved back to them and walked across the deck, avoiding Penny’s spirals and twists. Nydia was daydreaming as she rested her head on her hands, gazing out into the clouds. “Nice sky isn’t it?” Kyle said as he took his place beside her.

“Yeah. I like traveling on airships. Where else can a girl fly?” She replied as she leaned closer to him.

On the other side of the deck, Shane and Samuel were debating over which route to take once they landed. Many “Shut up!” notions were heard. The two of them were like oil and water sometimes. But like the rest, they were good friends. Joshua and Damian both hung their legs over the ship’s side as they did earlier and chatted and laughed about the past adventures. Kyle smiled as he looked back at them. Nothing had changed their friendships even though they had been through hell and high water together. “Kyle?” Nydia called him.

He turned around quickly, “Yes Nydia?

“I want to go up to the crows nest. Would you be so kind as to escort me up?” she asked, tittering slightly.

“Sure. Why not? Let’s go then.” Kyle said as he started to walk in the direction of the rope ladders.

The rope ladders led up to the main mast where the crows nest was perched. The highest lookout point of the Celestia. He took the first step up the ladder and extended his hand.

“Careful now.” He said gently as she grabbed his hand and pulled herself up as well.

“Relax. I can take care of myself. I’m not your average girl you know.” she said slightly haughtily.

They climbed side by side up to the wooden canopy. Her dress posing a bit of a hindrance in climbing the ladder. They reached the top in a short time nonetheless. Nydia hopped into the crows nest and stretched out as she took in a deep breath of fresh air. The sun had just begun to set and it gave the sky a pinkish hue with spots of blue still around it. “The only thing better than watching a sunset is watching it from the sky itself.” Nydia said as she leaned forward.

“Another thing better than that is watching it from the sky itself with someone you treasure.” Kyle said quietly.

She turned, cocked her head and gave Kyle a surprised look. Then, she laughed and leaned back against him. “The sky reminds me of the colour of the peaches in spring. A mix of delicate pink and boisterous orange. It’s beautiful.” She said as she looked ahead.

“A peach coloured sky. That’s new.” Kyle said, sitting against the edge of the canopy, holding her against his lap.

The Celestia’s propellers chopped peacefully once again and the breeze was nice. It was almost a perfect end to the day. The captain rang the pull-bell and Kyle turned around. “Dinner is ready everyone!” he announced, “Please enter the cabin’s mess for your meals.”

Down below, Shane, Joshua, Samuel and Damian sped into the cabin, knocking into each other as they ran in. Geoff pulled Penny by the arm and dragged her in with him. “Well, it’s time for dinner. Shall we go?” Kyle asked.

“I think I’ll stay up here for a while.” Nydia replied, still gazing ahead.

“Would you like me to stay up here with you then?”

“No. You’re going to get me a sandwich baby.” She replied with a mischievous grin.

Kyle smiled back at her, “Anything for you sweetness.”

Nydia stroked his hair softly and then turned around again. Kyle hopped out of the canopy and slid down the rope ladder to the deck below. The Celestia glided smoothly through the skies of peach, like a dragon soaring through the mist of the mountains. And as the rudders flapped and the wind whistled around the sail, it coasted into the sunset beyond, with a cargo of high spirits and 8 heroes.

White Sails

2005-10-05T04:56:00.000-07:00

The gates of geaorge castle opened and the four of them rode in. Tired and battle-worn, they could hardly keep themselves from falling off their horses. The stables were nearby but it still seemed like a far stretch away. With each click of their horses hooves, they grew in weariness. With their remaining strength, they led their steeds into the stable. Without saying anything more they collapsed onto the grass patch outside the door. "Grass. How I missed your terrible taste." said Samuel as he lay face first in the cushy greenery.
"It's better than soil, mud and rainwater. Or whatever else we experienced over the last few days." Shane said.
"I'm just thankful that we're not in that forest anymore. I would have died if i spent another minute there." Kyle added while stretching out.
They suddenly heard a strange sound. Like a grunting sow. "Did you let the pigs out by accident Shane?" Kyle asked as he turned to his left.
He shook his head and pointed to Joshua who was fast asleep. Snoring as usual.
Kyle laughed weakly. His body still aching from the battle. "A nap on the grass beneath the brilliant blue sky. Why not?" he said before shutting his eyes and falling into a deep slumber.
Feathers and blue lights pervaded his dream. The glint of a diamond on the King's ring. A butterfly's landing on a rose petal. Then darkness came and consumed it all but light sprung up once again and filled the sky with colour. The sparkle of green eyes. The shine of blonde hair. The sparkle of green eyes...the shine of blonde hair. "Nyd-...." He exclaimed as he abruptly awoke from his sleep, stopping in mid speech as he realised his consciousness.
"Had a nightmare?" Came a voice.
Kyle raised himself and looked up. "Hey Geoff. Long time no see."
"A week to be exact. Let's get you into the castle eh?" Geoff said with a smile, extending his hand to help Kyle up.
The others had left already and it was already mid-twilight. The sun was still shining brightly but was soon to set. "Where'd the others go?" Kyle asked.
"Well, lets just say they had some personal matters to attend to. Like getting a heck of a scolding."
" A scolding? For what?"
"People tend to overact when they worry for another person's life."
Geoff picked a stone off the ground and threw it into the lake. The ripples gave the water a strobe effect as the sunlight reflected onto the rocks around the lake. "A word of advice. Don't let Nydia see you tonight." he said as he tucked his hands back into his pockets.
"And why not?" Kyle asked again.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she kills you for not telling her about the mission you were on. She was falling to bits with anxiety."
Kyle looked at his feet as they continued to walk. "Well you can't blame me. The last thing she said to me was to go and get myself killed for all she cared. Or something like that."
Geoff laughed cynically. "And you took that seriously? Wow."
Kyle looked at him with a frown. "She wouldn't say something like that and mean it. Not to you at least. She really, really missed you while you were gone. To tell you the truth, we all did." said Geoff as they approached the great steel doors of the keep, "I'm glad that you're back my friend."
Kyle smiled and patted him solidly on the shoulder, "Good to see that you're still doing well."
"As much as I'd like you to come for dinner, you'd better not. Let her cool down with the fact that you're alive."
Kyle sighed as he walked up the steps to the entrance, "Great. No grand welcome I guess."
"Relax. I'll sneak some food into your room when they're not looking." Geoff reassured him, "Now, how did the battle go anyway?"
"Come with me and I shall tell you a tale young master Geoff." He said as he put his arm around his shoulder.
Kyle sat alone in his room that night, writing in his log and cleaning the blade of his sword. He was quickly joined by Samuel, Shane, Joshua and Damian however as "It would be safer if they stuck together" in the words of Joshua. They told Damian all about the battle they had fought. He was somewhat thankful not to have gone, after what happened to the fortress but a part of him wished he was at his friends sides. Nonetheless, he was happy too see them once again and the 5 had become a team once more. "So anyway, I knocked three of them down with my axe, and killed one with my dagger. Then they cowered in fear when I charged towards them and they ran away." Shane boasted, taking a swig from the bottle of wine.
"Yeah right Shane!" Damian replied with a hearty laugh.
Joshua leapt onto the bed, causing Shane to spill some wine on the sheets. "Hey! I'm sleeping on that bed!" Kyle shouted.
"Stop wining!" Joshua said, laughing at his own joke.
Geoff soon came in with a platter of meat, bread and fruits. "Keep it quiet now. I had to lie and say they were for Penny."
"You know, that can be seen as treason to your princess." said Damian.
"Big deal. Whats the worst that could happen? A slap on the wrist?"
Joshua guffawed, "Just don't expect us to cut the rope that you're hanging from."
"Pfft.."Geoff muttered as he smiled and took a seat near the desk.
They finally went to bed at about 3 in the morning. Kyle slept on the single bed while the others lay on the floor and on the armchairs. It was about an hour after dawn that Kyle awoke. He was still tired but he couldn't sleep for some reason. The rest of them snored loudly creating a symphony of grunts. He quietly slipped out the door and closed it lightly. He greeted the chambermaids and servants as he walked down the spiral staircase into the hall. Out of the door and onto the grassy fairways of the castle he went and headed for the lake. The lake was a big one, considering that George castle took up an extremely vast expanse of land. The residents of the villages and the castle would use the lake to sail in their one-man sail boats sometimes. Today, three white sails tossed about in the pristene water. They drifted around the lake like the pondskaters, without making so much as a tiny wake. It was quiet and peaceful there. There was no sound of metal on metal and no sound of whistling arrows. Just the bluebirds in the trees and the soft breaking of water against the sailboat's hull.
Kyle took a seat on a comfortable knoll and watched the sailors tack around the rocks and wave to one another as they passed. He was almost lost in the reflections of the water when something grabbed him by the neck from behind. He tried to turn around but the arm tightened around his throat and his head. "You jackass! What the hell were you thinking?" yelled an extremely irritated voice.
He was beinning to lose breath and started to struggle out of the hold. The grip tightened, "How could you just go like that!"
Kyle bowed forward, throwing the person over his head, landing in front of him.
" Nydia, stop it." He said as he panted and coughed.
"Stop it? You're telling me to stop it?" Nydia said as she crawled forward and grabbed him by the throat from the front this time.
Kyle tried to throw her off but she pinned his arm down with her leg and continued the pressure. She exerted all her strength into her grip, "Why did you leave me without even telling me!"
This time, he really couldn't breathe. "Don't you know how you made me feel when you rode out that gate?" she asked, rage filling her face. " Don't you know how much I worried about you?"
Her frown slowly began to dissapear and the fury that filled her green eyes was replaced by tears. " Don't you know how much I love you?" She said once again as a tear dropped from her face onto her elven dress.
She fell back and began to whimper into her hands. Kyle panted heavily and rubbed his throat. What he saw before him was Nydia, the ever strong, ever bubbly and ever wild girl, weeping. The sorrow that filled her heart was poured in by him. By now, his heart felt as if an anvil had been tied to it. His mouth trembled as he scuffed over to and held her tight. Nydia began to cry even louder into his robe as she folded her arms around him in return. "I'm here Nydia, I survived because of the thought of you."
She paused for a while, lifted her head and through her sobs asked him, "Are you going to leave again?".
"No Nydia. I'm going to look after you." said Kyle as he pressed his forehead against her's, "I promise I'll never leave your side again. Never again."
He held her closer and tighter and she did the same. She sobbed and teared some more as she wriggled in Kyle's arms. He rubbed her back soothingly and stroked her hair gently. " I love you alright?" Nydia said as she raised her head again.
"Alright. And I love you too." he said quietly as he leant forward and touched his lips against her's.
They shared that moment of bliss together. If the world had ended in that instance, it would not have mattered at all. The love they shared, was kindled once again. Kyle smiled at Nydia as he stroked her cheek. She rubbed her eyes, still sobbing and smiled back.
The two of them sat there on the grass, with his arm around her and her head on his shoulder. They sat there, together as one as they watched the white sails dance majestically in the lake. Turning and gliding in the morning sun. "I'll never hurt you again Nydia..." he said, "I'll be your white sail when you are stranded. And I know you'll be the wind that'll set me straight, everytime I go limp."

2005-10-04T07:10:00.000-07:00

Warning: Kyle was in one of his ranting moods when he wrote this so he may indirectly offend some of you. And he would like to apologize in advance to anyone who is offended by this post. And he will do your chores for a week. And your taxes.

* This does not apply to the braindead morons that will be covered in this post.

Friendster pisses me off sometimes. It's basically a site that is made with the sole purpose of frustrating the user. Well maybe only me. But that still counts as one. They got this new category under status that says "It's complicated". Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? Look there are only 3 main kind of statuses. Single, Attached or Married. I don't need to know whether you're having a "Domestic Partnership" or an "Open relationship". For goodness sake just state whether you're attached or not. Is that so hard to do? Nobody gives a damn about the extra details. The worst one so far is "It's Complicated". To me, it is redundant and useless to the already buggered up page. What does it even mean anyway, "It's Complicated" ? It's not like its so hard to write single or attached. You know what's complicated? Trying to find a way to prevent myself from kicking my computer screen in. Whats more is that new feature. "Who's viewed me". This is by far the dumbest thing i've seen. Alright, who wants to know who looked at your profile and did not follow through by adding you or any crud like that. I sure as hell don't. It's an insult to an individual's self esteem. "hey look! This hot girl viewed my profile and she left the page within 30 seconds! My life has a new meaning!"For pete's sake I don't want to know who doesn't wanna add me! That thing is bull shiat. They changed the whole template once again. What is this the third...fourth time? I can't even navigate through the page as quickly as before because everything is in a different place. I wouldn't be surprised if I logged in and found a new backdrop after clicking the refresh button. Word limits! Thats another thing. How do you expect me to write something meaningful in the very very short space of a thousand CHARACTERS. Hey, when I ramble on, I don't take any boundaries. I need my freedom damn it! 1000 characters is not enough! Well unless you're one of those brain dead punks that leave testimonials like ****####$$%%%FrEnZZXxxxX 4 EvA!!!##$$%%^^^ Loveangelmusicbabyhellokittyrocksmyworldlilovevondutchcokeandpepsiarethesamething! =X.
That, is the worst type of testimonial you can get. First of all, it is most definitely not personal and is mass produced. What the heck is a testimonial for if its not personal? Secondly, those kind of testimonials have no relevance to the person at all. It defeats the purpose of calling it a testimonial. You may as well call it a pieca crap text post. I am deeply ashamed that I had accepted one of those before and I may have jumped of the tall tower. Unfortunately, there are no tall towers in Singapore. And of course. The ever so popular fools that add people for no good reason cept the fact that they look good. Theres this person that had 12, count em, 12 accounts because people kept adding her based on her profile. Geez man what's the point? Bragging rights? "Hey check out the hot girl! I know her" No you don't know her you moron. You clicked twice and voila. You are connected to her, along with 25000 other idiots. I'm sorry for ranting so much I just feel pissed of because of some people. Sorry make that alot of people. No, no not you peeps. I'm still as pissed as ever about people who fall so easily into relationships. I curse myself for doing that before. These guys go head over heels into an infatuation and come out ripped to bits. Same goes for girls. Please, what are the chances that your fickle ass minds aren't gonna get tired of the significant others? Well I know a few people that have actually taken time. And by time i mean years, to get to know someone and then go for it. Those people are at least smarter than those who jump straight into one without thinking. I support the people who know each other before going into a relationship but I curse those who do it just like that *snaps fingers. I hate that gesture. Brings back terrible terrible memories. Anyway, stop being such idiots and wisen up! This stuff takes time damn it! Even 2 years sometimes aint enough. Believe me I know. To all my friends who actually are attached. And you know who you are, I support you coz I know you actually did look before you leapt. Man that topic has been stuck with me since sec 1 and I never get tired of cursing at these idiots. The next time a girl you met 3 days ago breaks your heart and you come crying to me, I'll just clap my hands and say ,"What a swell party we're having!" You people make me sick! Moving on, on the topic of heartbreaks. You know the movies always show that the guy is always the one that breaks up with the girl and is bad to her and stuff. Yadda yadda yadda. Well I guess that may be true but seriously i have noticed an increasing trend in girls breaking the hearts of guys. Now unless the world spun off its axis and is rotating in the opposite direction, something is up. Of all the examples of relationships that I've seen, including mine, It's the girl. And we didn't do anything! It's like one minute we're happy and stuff and the next minute she tells you. I think we should just be friends. Whats up with that man? Here i am thinking that it would last for like forever and suddenly its over? Strange ain't it. Sad but true. I apologize to the female readers of my blog but i don't mean to offend you in any way. Just bringin up some points. But i guess I was stupid to think stuff like that because like i said before, there is no such thing as forever. It's just like santa claus or superman. Myths really... No matter how much you want it to be true it never will be. Sigh, just like all my writing. Oh well. The life span of forever ranges from the mili second after you say it till about 2 to 3 years after that and then its gone. It never lasts. At least that's what I feel. Who knows? Prove me wrong my friends, prove me wrong. Hmm...am i done yet? Uhh...yeah i suppose so. But I do want to state that i predict a mass war between males and females which would lead to the untimely end of the world. Let me explain. When male pride and women's lib get out of hand. The arms shall come in. And then whoever wins the war gains superiority. and the inferior population would probably die out. Don't ask me why. So it doesn't matter who wins the war. If man wins. Then we have no way to reproduce thus ending the line of humanity. And if woman wins, then, i guess there is that possibilty of them doing that sciencey stuff and reproducing without the male gamete but then again, seriously i think everyone's gonna look the same. I mean it's really close to cloning. Most likely the people would come out looking similar. Lemme depict a scene for you "Hey aren't you that famous performer i saw on tv?" "No...I thought you were!" "Are you serious? Hey that's her! Let's go ask her for an autograph!" "Hang on a minute, that's my sister Jeanie!" "Are you certain? That looks like my sister! In fact, you look like my sister! And so do i!" and so chaos ensues. And I guess the world would be a pretty crappy place if that happens. Well. I guess thats all. And I'm sorry if i had offended thou. I will make ammends. Or at least try to. Really. haha.

-Kyle

2005-10-03T04:35:00.000-07:00

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.
In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.
You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.
In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

I'll have to admit this is pretty true. Yeah I don't need love. But i ain't playin around. haha

2005-10-03T04:32:00.000-07:00

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

I'll have to admit. This is pretty true. The last part is half correct. Yeah i don't need love. But I ain't playin around. Haha

Heaven

2005-09-30T22:30:00.000-07:00

Sweat poured down the brows of the 4 of them as they sat in the keep's main hall. Beyond the four pillars, the soldiers were forming a barricade against the great wooden doors as it came under ground shaking blows from the enemy's battering ram on the other side. The once solid wood was beginning to splinter and it's supports were giving way. It seemed that it was only a matter of time before they broke it from it's hinges. Kyle watched the soldiers as they fell back each time the ram came into hard contact with the doors. "There is no hope left." He said as he tightened his grip around his sword, "They are weary from the fighting and cannot hold on much longer."
Joshua let out a sigh and hung his head on his fist. Samuel and Shane were silent. Fear had encompassed all of them. What was on the other side of the doors was a mystery to them. All they knew was that they had broken the defenses of the walls and were now outside the keep, ready to give the final stroke. Kyle lay against the stone steps which led up to the fountain and shut his eyes. Granel, who was pacing up and down the flight of stairs laid down his colossal axe at the foot of the fountain and took a seat next to Kyle. "This could very well be our final stand. They have us surrounded."
Samuel lifted himself from against the wall, "Is there no passage out? "
"Unfortunately, after the women and children had gone, the tunnel was sealed by a falling stone column. There's no way to get in now." Granel replied.
"So what now? We're just going to sit here and die?" Shane burst out.
Everyone turned to look at Granel for his reply. He sighed and repeated once again, "This could very well be our final stand."
The four of them collapsed back down to their prone positions. A large piece of wood broke off from the door and fell onto the barricade of soldiers below as it came under another solid smash.
"So, we give up our lives so that our friends can live to fight another day. This is where our part in this tale comes to a close." Samuel said wistfully.
"I never thought that it would end like this.." said Joshua as he lifted his head slightly.
Granel looked around and saw their faces full of despair and fear. "End? My brave young boys, death is not necessarily the end." He said gently.
The 4 of them looked up at him once again. "What makes you say that?" Shane asked.
"Because life was never the beginning in the first place. All souls come onto this earth from a power higher up than anything in the world. And once the time on this resting ground has ended, it is then time for us to continue the journey, death and beyond."
"What’s beyond death?" Kyle skeptically questioned him.
Granel dropped his head slowly and clasped his hands together. The four of them were just about to return to their hopelessness. He pulled his head up again and said, "A great white light. You see it just before the end. And as you pass it, the past behind you turns to silver and the future ahead of you turns to gold. The lands ahead, where your dreams encircle you and spring to life. You will be reunited with those that you lost. The ones you had loved. You will hold them close once again in those lands beyond and all your hate, sorrow and despair will be released as you touch the water at the white shores. There will be no more to fight for, no more to kill for. Your life after the grim reaper. Your heaven."
The room was silent again, save the sound of the ram. But it was not the same silence as before. The 4 of them were hanging on Granel’s every word. "You must not fear death. It is but your passage into the New World ahead."
"Well. I guess death doesn’t sound so bad now." Joshua said quietly.
"No. It doesn’t does it?" Granel replied with a smile.
They all smiled at one another. For that one moment, at least a portion of their fear had been dropped. But in their hearts, they still clung on to the last ounce of hope they had left.
"If we die today. We die together. And we shall walk the lands of heaven as friends again." Said Kyle.
After he spoke, he took off the pendant that Nydia had given him and laid it in the crystal water of the fountain. He closed his eyes and sighed. Joshua removed his necklace from which hung a feather and placed it beside Kyle’s. Samuel dropped his star shaped pebble in as well, the one that was given to him on the night of the ball. They looked toward Shane. He sat on the steps for a while not wanting to move. Reluctantly, he got up and placed his engraved buckle into the water with the rest. The four of them stood at the edge of the fountain’s steps. Kyle put his fist out into the center and was joined by Joshua’s, then Samuel’s and then Shane’s. They bowed their heads to one another.
"It was always an honor to have you as friends, and comrades in battle." Shane said.
"It has been a good run my friends. And I know we will gather like this once again. Be it in heaven or on earth." Kyle added.
Granel walked up to the fountain as well. He looked up into the skylight and smiled at the blue havens above. Removing his wedding ring from his finger, he carefully placed the ring into the bottom of the fountain, withdrawing his hand slowly and letting the cool water run through his fingers. "I shall see you soon." He whispered to himself.
Granel threw his arms over Shane and Joshua. "Well, it is time. For us there is not much hope. This is our final act, to contribute to the pages of those who will survive us."
"Amen." Joshua said.
They laughed as they walked down the stone steps together. Granel picked up his oversized axe and flung it over his shoulder. Another huge piece of wood broke off from the door and crushed a few soldiers below. It was on it’s last legs. "The door is splintered. Ready your arms." He said as he began to walk toward the four pillars. Kyle and Samuel unsheathed their swords. Shane readied his axe as Joshua held his spear steady. "Lets do this to give our friends a better chance." Joshua said.
"Let’s cripple this army and make it easy pickings for the rest!" Samuel exclaimed
The door came under another huge blow and was half broken. "Come now boys! Let us meet our foe and smite them!" Granel called as he ran toward the group of soldiers at the door.
They ran down to the four pillars and stood beside Granel and a line of about 200 soldiers. " Stay strong. Whatever comes through that door will be brought down!" Granel commanded and the soldiers responded with a bellowing war cry. The door came under one final blow and it flung open, knocking a few soldiers down. Smoke and dust covered the entrance and total silence filled the halls now. Nothing could be seen beyond the great arc. Kyle looked at the others and they nodded back at him. With one cry in unison, the four of them charged forth toward the arc followed by Granel and the soldiers. They charged together still with fear. But the fear subsided with each step they took. The only thing that separated them from the enemy was a cloud of dust. And as the four of them broke through that cloud, they were one step closer to the white shores of heaven and the lands beyond….

-Kyle Ganapathy
An excerpt from the unfinished series "Youngbloods". From the collection of the fantasy pages.

Damian abruptly woke up from his sleep. He looked around the room which he was in. "Where am I? Where the heck is this place?!"
He tried to get up but a sharp pain struck him in the side. He looked down and saw that his abdomen was covered in bandages. "Hey, relax." A familiar voice said.
Damian looked to his right and Geoff stood at the door. "Geoff! Where the heck is this place?"
"Take it easy Damian. You fell from your horse about a day ago. Hadriel found you and brought you here for treatment. This is George castle. We stopped by here before the others went over to the fortress of Mosin " He replied
"But I was supposed to go there! What about Shane and the rest? Are they alright?"
"Last we heard was that they were under attack. We don’t know if they were able to make it out."
"That’s it, I’m riding there now. Tell them to saddle up Fergy."
Damian tried to get up once again but was hampered by the pain in his side. He fell off the bed onto the floor.
"You won’t be going anywhere for now. Hadriel and Judith went to scout the area. All we can do now is pray for them." Geoff said as he helped him back up onto the bed. "Rest up, we may need to ride to battle in a few days as well."
Damian got back into bed. "This is stupid." He said as he hit the pillow beside him, " Alright I’ll stay here. But the least you can do is get me some water."
"You have some of Penny’s potato juice right there."
"Potato juice? Yuck! Anything but that!"
"Direct orders from the princess. Drink up!" said Geoff as he laughed and turned to leave.
"Bastard." said Damian as he tucked himself back under the blanket.

2005-09-28T04:05:00.000-07:00

The 5 that saved the world.

(From left to right)

Damian Teo, Kyle Ganapathy, Joshua Siow, Samuel Lee and Shane Meyer.

Song of the scorned

2005-09-24T20:27:00.000-07:00

Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't try

These tears I cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame
And I will weep to be so alone
I am lost,
I can never go home

So in the end
I'll be what I will be
No special love
Was ever there for me

Now I say goodbye
I say you didn't try

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone,
You are lost,
You can never go home.
You are lost,
You can never go home.

-

2005-09-22T23:19:00.000-07:00

God damn it! The last love i had in life has betrayed me. English. How could you. All my dreams were based upon you. Why the hell am i not getting up to standard if i give my best!? Why the hell is it that every test that goes down the row decreases my fucking marks. What the fuck is wrong with me?! A writer? PFFT is all i can say to myself. What kind of writer can't get a damn distinction for a PRELIMINARY exam. What kind of writer gets his fucking composition littered with correction marks? I'm not a god damn writer after all then. 2 years in a row i had the best in English award. Sec 1 and Sec 2. I lost it at sec 3 and now at sec 4, i'm 200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 leagues away from it. Marc Van Huizen got highest with a 77. HEH. Who else would you have expected? Everything is going perfect for him anyway. I have no damn identity anymore. I was considered one of the best in english and now look at me! What the fuck am i? I'm seriously questioning my existence now. Why God did you create such a bum? I'm sorry if i'm being blasphemous. But just look at me. My english sucks so much i can't even spell that word. I have no special trait anymore!n I am just a mediocre asshole. What am I here for. Am I just a filler of space? Am I one of the average people put on earth so as to make other people look extraordinary. Yeah i think thats what I am. If they make a movie about...oh i don't know, Marc Van Huizen, they'd show him being the greatness that he is. And my name will be there in small credits at the end. "Son of a bitch assclown from 4E2" played by Kyle Ganapathy. Thats what i am. Just a filler to make other people look great. Fine then. If that's the case that i can't even get a god damn 70 for my english, I'm not writing anymore. Forget all the poems. Forget all my stories. I'm not going to write. There is no point in writing if there is nothing left to write for. Look at all the stuff that i've written in the past. All useless, with not even a distinction to prove for it. I don't consider myself a writer. I don't deserve to be. I am a space filler and an average one at that. If English isn't my forte then what is. I am fucking useless as a human being. I am, was always and will always be, Nothing. And you know it. So don't try and cheer me up by saying we all have our strengths and weaknesses because from where i'm standing, I have no strengths. It is a straight line with dips at certain areas. I am not special and never will be so don't say i am. I am not good at anything anymore. Thats that. My life is probably gonna be over in 2 years anyway. So God, if the rest of my days are going to be as bad as this, please make me die at 35.

Beast.

2005-09-21T04:34:00.000-07:00

I'm pissed off with a lot of things recently. Not sad or shit like that just plain irritated. And pissed. I ain't gonna be that nice guy i tried to be before. Maybe only to a select few. But other than that, the fur is growing and the claws are emerging. I am now a beast. Fierce and quick. And before you try to pat me on the head, be warned, I ain't tame. And don't forget, beasts often bite.

Till I calm down,

Kyle

Dedicated to the Writers

2005-09-17T23:11:00.000-07:00

A writer lives a hard life. He lives in his own world of fantasies, creating dreams from paper and ink. Sharing his wildest passions and ideas with the readers. A writer has the power to make another cry and perhaps others laugh. It all depends on the words which he writes. His job brings joy no matter. Seeing the look of captivation on a readers face, watching a child laugh with joy that his work brings or even having someone tell him that his writing is far beyond comprehension. The writer has many joys, but then again, the writer has a hard life. He lives behind his books and poems. The people do not love the writer, they love the books. If a writer was a mere peasant who hoed gardens for a living, no one would care. No one cares anyway. The writer is just a name embossed in golden ink onto the side of a book. Other than that he is insignificant. He is the last to know about anything and is the first for anything bad to happen to. The very things that brought him into his job can turn against him, his emotions. His sadness is read and not felt. His happiness is read and not felt. His anger is read and not felt. His entire life is read, but never understood by anyone apart for himself. Perhaps that is why the writer confides in his own world of fantasy where his dreams can actually come true. Because the chances of that happening in the real world are as good as Haley's comet colliding with the earth and causing less than a tremble through the earth's core. If anyone was offered a knife in their moment of depression, the writer would be the first to take it and end it right there and then.
Why was I blessed with this curse. Sometimes, the only time i feel appreciated, respected and loved is in the pages of my own text? Will I forever be force to live behind my wall of books and papers? My answer to myself, is yes. From where I stand, there is no possible way that anyone will ever be able to help. The writer's life is a hard one. And if it wasn't for it's subtle rewards here and there, I'd soon be dead.

The world was never meant for one as beautiful as a writer.

-Kyle

A sorrowful goodbye

2005-09-12T23:27:00.000-07:00

Kyle ran through the forest with heavy breaths, looking around as the swirls of green trees encapsulated him. He darted around the forest floor. "Hadriel!" he called in a tone filled with anxiety and worry, "Hadriel where are you?". There was no response. He was searching for Hadriel who had fallen into the forest prior to the battle. "Hadriel! For crying out loud where the heck are you?" Kyle exclaimed again as he threw his rapier to the ground in exasperation.
Then, a single tone of a whistle broke the silence. It was the whistle that Kyle gave to Hadriel before the fighting had begun. Kyle sprung up from the ground and did his best to try and follow the sound. He found himself again running to nowhere. The whistle then died out and he began to lose his patience again. "Hadriel! Can't you just use one of the guardian flares damn it!?" Kyle shouted with his hoarse voice.
Out from the trees a blue light flew into the sky and exploded into a firework-like display. Kyle knew where to go. He ran toward the blue light which became increasingly hard to see as the sun was high in the sky at that time. Eventually he caught sight of Hadriel leaning against an oak tree on a mound of grass. "Hadriel!" he said, running up to him, "I finally found you. What happened?"
"Well, I just thought it would be nice to sit out here against this oak tree and watch the trees" Hadriel replied.
"I saw you fall from the sky into the...What happened to your wing!?"
Kyle noticed that the feathered wing on Hadriel's back was badly twisted and was covered in blood. The white feathers began to fall of one by one onto the grass. " Oh crap... We really need to get you back to the village. You're in terrible condition."
"There'll be no need for that my friend..I am perhaps too badly hurt."
Kyle looked at him and gave a half laugh, " What are you talking about dude?"
Hadriel moved his cloak away from his chest and revealed an arrow penetrating straight through his heart area. Below it was a terrible gash near his ribs. His hands were stained in his own blood. Kyle's eyes widened as he saw his wounds. That was the first time that Kyle had seen the blood of his Fotch Guardian spilled. "O-okay...Hadriel wait here i'll go get some help..." he said as his lips trembled.
"Theres no need Kyle. My human eyes grow dark..." Hadriel said weakly.
"What? Come on don't say that man. I'm gonna get you fixed up."
As he turned to leave, Hadriel grabbed his cape. "By the time you get back, I'll be gone."
Kyle looked back at Hadriel. His face grew paler with every breath he took. "My time on this earth is almost through. And before I go, I'd like to spend my last few moments with the reason I was sent down here in the first place. My ward."
Kyle knelt down beside him and took his hand. "You're not gonna go Hadriel. You are a fotch Guardian. I've seen you get out of worst things than this."
Hadriel gave a soft laugh as Kyle said those words, "You make it seem that we are invincible. On this earth, we are merely humans with wings and special powers."
"Well then use your special powers are heal yourself or something!"
He pulled his battered body up slightly," Unfortunately, healing is only a femaleFotch guardian's power."
"Well then teleport us back to the village! Hadriel, you can't just die now! You have a contract up there!" Kyle said as he pointed to the sky.
"The contract expires if a Guardian is killed in an accident or a battle. So, i guess I'm going to be retired soon eh?"
Kyle grabbed him by the collar and shook him slightly,"Don't say shit like that!"
"I don't think you're supposed to shake someone who has an arrow through his chest."
He set Hadriel back down and placed his backpack behind his head. "You can't die now Hadriel..There's so much I don't know. How am I supposed to get through it all without a guide? How are we going to get by without you protecting us?" As he continued to speak, a tear rolled down his cheek and onto the ground, "How am I to continue this journey without my guardian by my side?"
"You will get by. I was only here to assist. You did everything up till now by yourself. And I bet if I wasn't here, you'd still have done it." Hadriel replied weakly as he coughed into his cloak.
"I don't want you to die. Come on Hadriel...we'll go back to Japan with the rest of them and pretend none of this crap ever happened. Let's go back..."
He shook his head and replied in a much sterner voice, " Kyle. Don't you get it? I'm already past my time. I'm violating the rules by staying here and talking to you. Feel my pulse."
Kyle put his fingers to Hadriel's neck. There was no pulse. Neither was he breathing at all. Kyle backed away slightly with his hand trembling as he removed it from his neck. Hadriel took Kyle's hand and opened it slightly. "Here, take this." he unlatched his sword from his waist and placed it into Kyle's hand, "May it guide you when I am no longer here."
Kyle took the sword. It was Hadriel's Guardian sword that he had used over the years. It was said that a Fotch Guardian's sword was unbreakable. He covered his face with his hands as more tears began to fall.
Hadriel looked to the right. "Aren't the flowers and the trees looking splendid this summer day?"
He reached out to a nearby bush and picked an orange flower from it. "For Nydia. Tell her I said goodbye."
Kyle reached out and kept the flower in his coat pocket. Hadriel once again pulled himself out and let out a sigh. "It's been a great run to have you as a friend and a ward all these years. But as everything has to come to an end, so our friendship ends here."
Kyle looked into Hadriel's blue eyes, which had lost it's aquamarine colour and were fading into pale darkness. His own eyes were now stained red by his tears. "Will I ever see you again Hadriel?"
"Perhaps. As long as you still believe in me." came the reply, "It is time for me to go now Kyle. Remember what I always told you. If you believe, you will achieve. Farewell my friend."
He brought Kyle's forehead against his and as he took his last breath, his human form faded into blue tranclucency. It was his true form. The true form of a fotch guardian. A ring of light emnated around his angelic figure as he waved his last wave to the boy he was sent down to protect. And as Kyle waved back, The spirit of Hadriel Tomoas was scattered into luminous blue feathers which danced around in the sunlight, filtering in through the massive oak trees of the forest. Kyle held Hadriel's sword close to his chest as he watched his guardian disappear from human existence and into a world unknown to him. A final tear fell from his eyes as the last of the feathers floated up into the wild blue beyond.
He walked up to the tree where Hadriel lay before and picked up the whistle that was left behind. "Goodbye old friend..." Kyle said as he placed the whistle into his backpack.
And as he left the forest, he could have sworn he heard the ever flamboyant voice of Hadriel once again say, "If you believe, you will achieve."

-Kyle Ganapathy

Adapted from "A sorrowful goodbye" from the pages of the unfinished series "Youngbloods"

A plea to God

2005-09-10T06:28:00.000-07:00

Dear God,

I'm not one of your best children and I'm not very fillial either. I can be a punk sometimes and I can be a total rat at other times. And I'm probably one of your number one candidates to go to hell. Not to mention being a hypocrite and stuff. I know so far I've been a piece of dirt. So if you could do me a few last favours it would be these few.
Firstly, being the king of the world and all, you gotta have some power over me so would you please guide me to a better side of me. Y'know i don't wanna be this Kyle that I am right now. Because this Kyle kinda....isn't very good at all. In fact, he sucks. Sorry to use that kinda language in front of you. Forgive me. Please help me to change for the better. I'd like to go to heaven when I die y'know what I'm saying?
Secondly, please slap me in the face. Help me to put aside my fake ways and become the Kyle that I was meant to be when you created me from dust. For that I'd really need your help. Or i'd be dead. Really.
Thirdly, please help me to let go of things a little easier than before. It's like lord of the rings and all I gotta do is release my grip and let the ring fall into the lava but i just can't do it. I'm not asking to be unhurtable or anything but yeah...help me to stop lingering on things long after they've gone because it's not good for me and if it's not good for me then i'd start doing dumb stuff that in turn hurts your rules and stuff you know what i'm saying. Well you probably can read my mind so if i'm rambling i'm sure you know whats going on.
I really need your help man. I can't do this as a human dude. Humans are weak! No offense. Since you created us but even you'd agree that we are so weak minded. So help me to become a better Kyle than I am and ever was. For that i'd be eternally grateful. I'm sorry for not going to church for so long. Perhaps i should spend more time praying on sundays. Y'know like give you a little call now and then and see how things are doing up there. You know God, I imagine you as my main man. As my friend and as a cool dad. I don't know if its wrong to think of you as my friend and pal n all. And I really hope its not blasphemious. However you spell that. You're the king of my ring big G. Thanks.

-From your son and friend
Kyle Andrew Ganapathy

P.S -Please keep my friends safe and sound and take care of them. Please don't let them get any sicknesses and stuff and please protect em from accidents. Take care of Josh. I'm sure you know him, he practically spends half his week in church. Take care of Samuel. He's not someone you can find around the corner of 33rd street. Take care of Shane. He's cool, most of the time. Take care of Wei Jie, and please for his own sake, make him study for his prelims. Take care of Ying because she never ceases to brighten my day up. Or at least tries to. Take care of Rishik coz he's a lil conflicted, just like me and he's a cool dude and a pal too. And also, take care of the rest of the peeps I know. I'm sorry if i didn't mention you and stuff but you guys are all cool. I'd make a list but i don't wanna bore you all. Last but not least....please take care of Nadia. Y'know she's been a real friend for so long and i went and kinda spoiled it. A little. I spoil everything. I want everything to be cool again. I want us to be tight. I want all of us to be tight. Like those black guys ya see on tv. Take care of Nadia, God. And take care of everyone else. Take care of em first and then take care of me. Take care of my family too. Oh and please let my pizza be ready by the time I go down.

Hey thanks God! Triple cheese and pepperoni. Seeya later big G!

P.S- This is what the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated.

Who am I?

2005-09-10T05:11:00.000-07:00

I don't know who I am anymore. Really. Am I really faceless? Do I just replicate from time to time? Am I like a shapeshifter or something. I don't know if I'm still the boy who dreams of becoming a WWE superstar or just someone who is taking the form of another person. Is there a true Kyle? Does one exist? I'm unsure. I have a bad feeling that if there is a true Kyle, it is an evil, scary, uncaring and ruthless individual. I just have a feeling. Perhaps I am just a figure from a comic. Existing only in a world of text. Who is this idiot I see when i look in a mirror?!? If there is a real Kyle I'm f*cking pissed with him right now. Show yourself you piece of garbage! Why am I not able to show the rest of the world my true self and not try and fool them with my phony acts of flamboyance and happiness? I'm not Kyle anymore. I once was. Now I'm just a replica of a thousand personas combined together. Kyle is lost. Who's gonna find him? I can't. Can you?

Test

2005-09-04T07:25:00.000-07:00

Everytime I get pissed and feel that I just want everything to stop, I talk to you, and after a while, I love you all over again. What is this about? I don't get it. Why do I hate and love you at the same time? It's like a double edged sword. It hurts but it still feels good. I seriously don't get it. How is it possible that I love you and hate you at the same time?

Insignificance

2005-09-02T04:24:00.000-07:00

You know, i don't even know whether i spelled the title correctly but who gives a damn eh? I totally forget how insignificant i am to other people's lives sometimes. I'll be sitting next to one of my friends yapping on and on about professional wrestling and stuff and he'll just be responding with a series of nods and maybe a forced smile here and there. And Suddenly I stop and I try to read the guy's mind. And basically it'll be like, " God please make this guy stop talking and i will build several churches in your honor." And so I just stop and say "Excuse me, I have to go." The guy's next reaction will probably be a sigh of relief. Then I go into a corner and think. "Man am I always boring people like this." Well, the answer is most definitely yes. That's because no one, and i mean no one except that divine being that they call your soul mate will be interested in your thoughts or your feelings. Unless you go up to someone and say. Hey, I'm depressed. They'd never ask "how are you?" and mean it. It's a bunch of baloney i tell you. Like right now, I'm feeling like a sack of 10 cent manure but no one notices. Or bothers to, or wants to. Geez, are we all like little blind specks on the earth who don't give a damn about each other? Thats crazytalk. I find it so depressing and so frickin sad that no one will ever see the world the same way that i see it through my eyes. I wish that there could be someone that similar and deep to be able to appreciate the same things that I do but to tell you the truth, that person is a myth, a folk tale and a fictitious character. I recently found out why i am so unlike any other within my group of friends. It is because I have an unbeleivable dream. People like Selvam have a marked goal which is highly achievable. In his case, to be a lawyer. And in the case of my friend Damian, he wants to be part of the military. A commando. Those are down to earth goals man. You tell them to someone and they'd say "Hey that's great! Do your best to achieve it!" But now if Kyle comes along one fine day, "I'm planning to become a professional wrestler." " HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"No seriously, whats your ambition?"

Geez. Am I really leaping for a dream that is in the densest of the blue sky above. Everyone relates to each other so well! Selvam, Jasvir, Dewei, Marc, who else? Wait what do I mean who else? EVERYBODY else. But what about me? People call it being unique. Well, I am sick to death of being unique. Because being unique is equivalent to being lonely. Name me one person in Singapore who's ambitions, instead of progressing into more down to earth things, become even more and more crazy. When I was 6 I wanted to be a vet. At 12, a writer. At 15, a singer and now at 16, A singer/writer/Professional Wrestler/ Actor/ Director. However scary it may be, whatever it is, I am not going to settle for a mundane life. I'm not going to a stuffy office at 7 in the morning, work till 9 at night, come home to a damn one room flat and sleep. I'll be damned if I'm going to turn out that way. I'm going to travel the globe and have fun while working damn it! I'm going to do all the stuff i dreamt of. I'm going to disneyland with my peeps! That's right Damian i haven't forgotten our pact. I'm going to throw a paper airplane into the grand canyon and I'm going to spit off the hoover dam. I'm not going to be confined in an office. 4 walls cannot hold my hype. I'm going places! I know i'll never find someone who can actually fill up the empty spaces within. But if I'm going to have to do this alone, then i'll do it alone. You are welcome to join me anytime. Thats if you're ready to release your hold on security and stability and take a walk on uncertainty and fear. Beleive me the latter is the road to a higher glory than you can ever imagine. But if you want to take it safe and live "happily ever after" Go ahead. Because that fairy tale will be a repetitive and boring one. Mine has just begun. And the first few pages have already been written. Time for me to write on. Fairy tales can come true. Its up to you to see whether it does for you.

Forget about love for now. It'll only bring you pain and suffering.
Forget about relationships for now, they never last. Some end before they begin.
Forget your emotions for now, they lead to the previous two things i told you to forget.
Forget about being heard. No one wants to hear your thoughts.
- A quote from my brother Kurt Ganapathy
(I know it sounds bad, but my brother took a metaphorical bullet for me today and I gotta honor his deed)

It's sad to know that your green eyes and blond hair are but figments of my imagination.
Your touch, just a dream.
Your kiss but a lost thought.
Your smile, an illusion.
Yourself, a mirage.
Your love, just a myth.....It's so sad.
Is it wrong to love a fairytale?
Is it a sin to long for you?

- Kyle Ganapathy (Youngbloods excerpt from "Her existence no longer exists")

Blacksmith

2005-08-20T08:38:00.000-07:00

Kyle walks into the blacksmith's workshop. In there was the familiar sound of metal on metal. Marty, the blacksmith was on shift that day and Kyle walked up to the front desk to greet him.

Kyle: Hello Marty. How's business?

Marty: Oh hello Kyle! Well you know, slow money at this time of year.

Kyle: I see. Well you're in luck today.

Kyle hands Marty a small red object that seems to have cracks along its sides.

Marty: Another damaged heart eh?

Kyle: Yeah i've been meaning to fix it for a while now but I wasn't in the neighbourhood if you know what i mean.

Marty: (Takes the object) Hmm...what's this, the fourth one you've had? You know you should get one of those titanium alloy ones. They're unbreakable.

Kyle: Yeah but they're as cold as ice. Not to mention heavy.

Marty: I agree with you on that. The people I know who had titanium hearts either died a lonely death or just became a body without a soul. But then again, this real heart has its downsides too.

Kyle looks at the tattered object in Marty's hand and takes it from him. He closely examines it. Each scar and crack both weathered and fresh made it look like a torn up old rag.

Kyle: Well, in this state, if it's still good, it probably can take in alot more. So why don't you tune it up a little? And I'll be back on my feet in no time.

Marty: Alright then. But running on this thing can take a toll on your body now and then. It's been through quite a bit. Not alot but quite a bit.

Kyle: Well, don't worry about me Marty. Remember that time when I got my first crack (points to a prominent scar) and you told me "Whatever doesn't kill you will only make you a stronger person" ?

Marty smiled at Kyle as he said those words. He took the heart from Kyle and placed it safely in the front pocket of his workshop apron.

Marty: You have learnt well from me. (Takes out a ghastly looking object that was similar to Kyle's. Only alot more damaged) This old thing has kept me going for years. Hasn't let up on me yet. You'll be fine. (Laughs)

Kyle: (smiles) Yeah. Hahah. Well thanks Marty. Have it done by Friday?

Marty: Sure thing Kyle. You take care now!

Kyle walked out of the workshop and into the shade of the oak trees outside. It was a long way back to the river where his raft was hitched. But a beautiful and pleasant walk it was.

F*ck you love

2005-08-17T06:16:00.000-07:00

Why? Why does it always end up like this? Me. Alone. Darkness. Depression. Just when I thought I was getting better, it tumbles back down once again. Why? Why does is hurt just as much as it did before? Why does my heart ache everytime you* don't say a simple "Hi"? Why do i feel terrible everytime I spend a day without talking to you*? Why has it come to this when it started out like a dream? All good things come to an end. But why so soon??

I know why... This is all your fault! Yes I'm talking to you! There! Standing in the back of my heart. Love! Why have you done this to me again? Haven't you hurt me just about enough? When I was 4. Remember that? When I was 12? Last year? This year!? What is this damn grudge you have against me? Haven't you spilled enough of my blood by now? Everytime, it begins with a gentle touch, a little promise maybe even a hug. But it all ends up the same. Your dagger through my heart. Why do you torture me so, Love? Am I going to have to eliminate you totally from my life before this ends? Everytime I take your hand, you twist me and you bend me like a twig in between your fingers. Is this how you treat me when you are supposed to be one of Life's most beautiful things? I've had enough of you! Why can't you support me like faith and hope do? You're like a lethal drug. It seems good at first but then you die. Is death the price i have to pay for you to stop this? No...I'm not going to let something that you created drive me to death. Do you know how much pain you've put me through? Why? Why did you make me do this? I'm up to here with your false hopes! You know what? Forget you! Until you stop being a pain in the chest, you can piss off from my hall of emotions. Go now! I know you'll be back and I know we'll have this conversation once more. I know I'll take your hand again and dance a treacherous dance with you. But until then, I hope you can see this finger of mine in the air. No it's not the head of a dove, it simply means F*ck you Love.

-Kyle

To my peeps i still love you guys. But not in that way. -Shudders. That department is handled by Friendship. Heh. Take care.

I'm up to here with sushi

2005-08-16T06:59:00.000-07:00

Okay. I'm a little woozy from eating 13 plates of sushi this afternoon so i can't bring myself to write another Youngbloods snippet. But it'll be back soon. Man, what a day. Usually the time from when I wake up to the time the bell rings at the end of the school day is a big empty space which is not worthy of being blogged about. Except maybe that the chair I was sitting on broke and I fell off. Twas a pretty funny sight really. I sat on the floor for about 10 seconds thinking "what the hell?" Well, after the rest of the boring lessons, we went out to Parkway parade. Shane, Josh, Samuel and I. And we went for a sushi buffet! All you can eat for just $13.90. You should've been there. We had alot of fun. Josh started by saying, "I'm gonna eat like 20 plates man!" Well it was pretty short lived coz we all shorted out after the 10th plate. Maybe not Shane though. Josh and I were so full by the end that it was like being under the influence of alcohol or something. It hurt even to laugh man. And when you sit next to Joshua, its hard not to laugh. Thank God we didn't throw up right there and then. I think sushi is alot like pancakes. It's wonderful at the beginning but towards the end you just get plain sick of em. Ugh. We had to help each other walk up the stairs. Oh and Josh pushed me into a bush of these plants that had these spines on them outside Parkway. I put my hands out to stop me from falling and i guess i didn't realise it was that sharp until i pulled out my hands which were scratched with skin coming off! Shane left to go hoime but since we left our bags in class, we went back to school. We took the high road on bus 15. I saw Nadia and Michelle at the bus stop but it was too crowded to say hi. And they wouldn't have noticed anyway so yeahh. Haha. Okay by then it was hard to stand because of all the extra weight, so josh and I sat on a patch of grass beside the road and gazed at the sky. Actually the view over there is kinda nice. Though we may have been sitting in a place where dogs like to leave their mark. So then we went back into school and played a bit of soccer. It was fun. heheh. And I guess that's pretty much everything that was interesting that happened today. No really I'm not kidding. So right now, I'm sitting here and typing the full stop at the end of this sentence. Oh well, Samuel just sent me his story so i'm gonna go read it now. Not like you would care you stupid post applet. Pfft. Alrighty take care and have a nice day.

-Kyle

End of Days

2005-08-13T07:29:00.000-07:00

....Samuel, Kyle and Joshua stood back to back in the vast expanse of dust and sand. On the ground lay the bodiless suits of armor which they had just brought down. Slowly, they too disintergrated and were blown away to become one with the sandy ground.

Samuel: Well that takes care of those things.

Kyle: What the heck were they anyway?

Joshua: Possesed suits of armor or something.

Kyle moved a few steps forward and prodded the black helmet with the blade of his basket hilt broadsword. Upon touch, it shattered into many tiny shards. They slipped off the blade like dewdrops off a waxy leaf. It was nothing like what he had ever seen before. He shook his head and looked up. All around them was a big sandstorm. Visibility was negligible beyond the small circle which they stood in.

Joshua: Now what? How the heck are we going to get back Samuel?

Samuel: We've called the Guardians already. They should've been here before we even fought those damn things.

Kyle: I don't even think they can find us in this storm right now. Look. (Cuts the air several times with his sword) See these scratches?

He held up his sword and the previously shiny blade was now covered with unsightly scratches made by the grains of sand being tossed about by the wind.

Josh: Geez. So we're stuck here? You mean there's no way back?

Kyle: It doesn't look like it.

Samuel: ...We came here looking for Orion and now we're stuck. In this desert.

The three of them sat there as the sand continued to swirl around and around. A faint beeping noise rang out amidst the wails of the wind. It was Joshua's communicator.

Joshua: Hey guys, i got a message coming in.

Joshua flipped open the clamshell device and a blurry message was shown on the screen. It was the leader of the Guardian team. Bruce Granger.

Bruce: Joshua, we are terribly sorry. We can't get to you. Orion has created some sort of sandstorm within the whole desert. We fear that there isn't a way out, much less a way in. His minions are circling the desert in extremely large numbers, and are heading straight in your direction. The three of you won't stand a chance....At this point, i don't know what to say...except...may God be with you at this moment. (Screen fuses out)

The three of them stood silent for a minute or two. Joshua swayed on the spot. He dropped his saber and fell to his knees beside it.

Josh: How can this be the end?

He raked the sandy ground with his bruised hands and scattered the sand in front of him.

Josh: We're just going to die like this?

He turned to Samuel and Kyle, hoping that at least they would have some hopeful words to share with him But Samuel just sat on the ground with his chin on his fist as Kyle stood up with his head down.

Samuel: I knew we'd die young. But i didn't think it'd be this early.

Kyle: What a way to go. I guess this is the price to pay for living an exciting life.

Just then, a battle horn sounded in the distance. It was faint, but clear. It was the same sound they had heard earlier before those suits of black armor attacked them. Thunderous clangs of metal on metal could be heard as well along with the rumbling of the ground as the minions drew closer.

Kyle: They'll be here soon.

Joshua: (Brings himself to his feet) Wouldn't it be better if we all just lay down? We don't even stand a chance. Theres probably thousands of them out there...

Samuel: I guess that would be one way of dying today. But there are many more favourable options.

The rumbling became heavier and louder as Kyle tightened his grip around the handle of his sword.

Joshua: You know, I can remember how the sunlight felt on my back after school ended on fridays. How we would run all the way from the gates to Staple field..Or how we'd all leap for joy when the recess bell rings. How the food at the canteen tastes....But now, we're all the way in some distant land about to meet our demise. Never too see those things again. We're so far away from that..

Samuel: Remember how we used to run around Fujiwara mall everytime we had to stay back in school? (Laughs) Or how we'd just sit on the grass in the school field, all of us, and watch the clouds take shape on that blue background.

Kyle: I miss our friends. I miss Nydia...I miss her green eyes, her smile, her indomitable spirit....her touch...

Joshua: I miss Kate...i miss the way she'd tell me that everything would be fine. I miss the way she made everything seem so right...

Samuel: ....I guess...I miss Tami as well. Her simplicity, the way she makes the world seem so easy to understand...the way she is so different from the way I am...

They were silent again. The noises grew louder. The wailing of the wind, the battle horns, the sound of metallic clangs and the rumbling marching of the minions. It all seemed too much to take it at once. But it all appeared to fade out into the background as Kyle said something that made the two of them flinch.

Kyle: I'm not laying down today.

Joshua: What?

Kyle: I'm not just going to sit here and die like a fish in a barrel.

Samuel: Hmm....

Joshua: What are you going to do then?

Kyle: I'm going to go out there and fight!

Samuel: There are thousands of them Kyle...

Kyle: Since when did numbers ever mean anything.

Joshua: When there are a thousand swords to one.

Kyle: It doesn't matter right now. What have we got to lose? We sit here, we die and never get to see tomorrow, we fight, we at least get a shadow of a chance.

Samuel: He's right Joshua. No matter how foolish it is too charge against a few thousand well armed soldiers.

Joshua: But...

Kyle: My Grandfather told me something once. A knight that rides into battle against a horde of dragons may not survive. But when he takes up the courage to take those steps to face his doom, he is a king for that moment.

Samuel: Inspiring..

Joshua shook his head and looked away for a second. He looked back at Kyle and Samuel's faces. They were not the faces of hopelessness but the faces of determination and readiness. His fear and distress released their hold on him for at least that moment as he picked up his saber and smiled at the two of them.

Joshua: If we die, it'll be an honor to die alongside the two of you.

Kyle: Come now (Pats Joshua on the shoulder) Let us take our stand.

Samuel: (Unsheathes his katana) Kings for a moment....I'll take that.

The three gripped their swords tightly and nodded to each other. This was their stand against the odds. They bounded straight into the dusty abyss with their cloaks shielding them from the onslaught of the sand grains. And as the wind wailed and the battle horns blasted, the three figures dissapeared into the blurry beyond, to fight once again....

A snippet from "End of days" from the pages of the unfinished series, "Youngbloods"

-Kyle

Forever never lasts

2005-08-11T06:44:00.000-07:00

....Geoff climbed up onto the back of what used to be a pickup truck next to a shed in the field about a block away from the stadium. The concert was still going on and the music was so loud that the wild twangs of the guitars and beats of the drums could be heard all the way in the field. With a loud metallic thud, he fell back into the flatbed. Gazing up at the starless sky, into the black beyond. He didn't know whether he was angry or sad. Distraught or infuriated. He just lay there with his eyes wide open. Trying to suppress what may have entered his brain at that moment. His body flinched faintly as he heard a husky but familiar voice.

Voice: You look like you could use a drink.

Geoff lifted his body slightly. Kyle was sitting on a tree stump at the foot of the truck. In his hands were 2 cans of soda.

Geoff: Yo.

Without another word, he slumped back down onto the metal surface with a thud even louder than the first.

Kyle: Well here's your soda. Catch. (Throws the can into the flatbed)

Another loud thud echoed throughout the field followed by a short fizzing sound which undoubtedly came from the can of soda.

Kyle: Well thats one way to waste a dollar.

Geoff: It's still good...why aren't you at the concert?

Kyle: Everyone had to go home and "study". And besides, you left in such a hurry. I knew something was up.

He picked up the can which was half empty by now and propped himself up against the back window of the truck. Wiping his mouth on his nylon jacket after a long sip, he began to drum his fingers eratically on the side of the door.

Kyle: So are you going to sit there and lose your mind or are you going to tell me whats wrong?

Geoff: Either way, it wouldn't make much of a difference....but i could give you the drift of things.

He took another sip of the gassy orange soda and he set the can down beside him.

Geoff: Jeanette was her name...We were childhood friends. Best friends for most of our lives. Nothing more nothing less...

Kyle: Jeanette Lockwood?

Geoff: Yeah...We were close...

Kyle: I see.

Geoff: Somehow I don't think you do.

Kyle: Why not? I've lost friends along the way too.

Geoff: Well she wasn't just any friend alright!

Kyle: ...

Geoff: We grew up together Kyle. We ran through this field almost every other day picking up forget me nots when we were kids. We helped each other tie our shoelaces when they came loose. We used to tell each other how we wanted the future to be. But now I see that we have gone further from that than we've ever been. She left for America when we were 10. Friends forever she said. Friends forever...I still remember grasping her hand and feeling that promise. And now, she's leaving for a second time.

Kyle: She's leaving Japan?

Geoff: No, she's walking away from that promise. That pact that we made right here in this truck 6 years ago.

Kyle: She's still at the stadium man. You ought to straighten things out there.

Geoff: I've already said what i had to say. And I can't do anything more.

Kyle: I see...

Geoff: Right now, I wish I could go back in time and replay my life so that I would have never met her. Just to save the painful memory. But another part of me wants to see her smiling face glint in the summer sun as the soft breeze tossed her black hair back and forth. It's like grasping a rose. Its beautiful and it smells better than any perfume in the world. But it hurts just to hold it in the palm of your hand.

Kyle: To tell you the truth, I know a little of how that feels.

Geoff: You may...but tell me Kyle, why is it that enemies can live as enemies for eternity but friends come and go like dust in the wind. Why is it so ironic?

Kyle: I don't know Geoff. I've asked myself that a couple of times as well.

Geoff: Forget about life insurance and home insurance. What this world needs is friendship insurance.

Kyle remained silent but Geoff knew that he was agreeing silently by the slight nods he gave. The two of them didn't say anything for a while as the guitars wailed in the distance.

Kyle: Not all friendships go away like dust.

Geoff: I find that hard to believe.

Kyle: I can't prove it myself either, but i'd like to trust that we'd be friends for a long time to come. The group of us.

Geoff: It's been 2 years since we've all been friends.

Kyle: Yeah. And I don't see it going anywhere awry for now.

Geoff tilted his head up to the sky as a couple of stars appeared from behind the jet black clouds.

Geoff: Perhaps you're right Kyle. Maybe there is a fabled tale of friends who never gave up on one another. But for now, I'm not going to believe in that.

Kyle: It's never easy to believe in something that seems so impossible.

Geoff: I guess. Just remember. If anyone ever says forever, ask them if they're even capable of lasting 6 years. Even 75 years isn't forever. Forever never ends. And in this world Kyle, forever never lasts...

Kyle: Hear, hear.

Geoff hung his head low for a second as a teardrop fell into his empty can of soda. He quickly rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket and took a deep breath.

Geoff: This is going to hurt for a while. Quite a while.

Kyle: You'll feel better soon. Don't worry.

Geoff: Thats just 12 years gone. No biggie.

He stood up and jumped off the flatbed and onto the grass below. Kyle gave him a pat on the back as they walked in the direction of the carpark.

Kyle: I probably will die before I'm 35 so i won't get the chance to experience this forever anyway.

Geoff: Neither, I'll be dead at 29.

Kyle: You know what, we joke too much about our deaths.

Geoff: (Laughs scarcely) Well whatever it is, I'm glad your my friend right now. Because I'm going to have to borrow bus fair from you. I'm broke..

Kyle:....Thats terrible man.

As the two of them walked off into the chill of the night, the stadium erupted with applause as the concert came to an end. It marked the end of a performance and the beginning of a new one. And that applied to Geoff and the other's lives very much.

I've never quite understood Geoff. Even in times of crisis he always seemed to be able to shine rays of cheeriness through his internal darkness. That's something i've never been able to do. I respect him alot for that. That night, he lost one of his dearest friends but he still had us to fall back on. After all, that was one of the Youngblood's mottos. If anyone should fall, be there to catch them.

(Forever never lasts-a snippet from the unfinished series, "Youngbloods")
-Kyle

An excerpt from the pages of "Youngbloods"

2005-08-09T07:51:00.000-07:00

....The two of them stared at each other dead in the eye as they circled the ring. The anger, hatred, jealousy and tension between these two had built up over the weeks and was now concentrated in between these two teenaged athletes. Kyle clenched his fists leaving his fingernail marks deeply embedded in the palms of his hands. Geoff returned a stare as cold as ice through his fringe which shadowed the look of fury in his face. The two of them came to a stop directly opposite from one another in the ring. Geoff dropped his head as Kyle raised his.
"Hajime!" cried the referee as he swung his hand down in a precise chopping motion hopping backwards to remain out of the danger area. The timekeeper gave the bell a solid ring and as the first sound waves echoed throughout the arena, the two collided in the center of the 20 foot by 20 foot ring. They came together with great momentum. If a scientist was around, he would have speculated that planets would be formed in that big bang. This was it. In that tie-up, all the months of conflict these two had had was going to be settled. And the last man standing would have nothing more than his pride to keep. They locked arms, pressing each other back and forth. It was Geoff with his extreme style, athletic skill and trickery against Kyle with his raw power and strength. This was most definitely, the clash of the titans. With a swing of his arms, Kyle quickly overpowered Geoff and flung him across the mat into the turnbuckle. The crowd roared thunderously as he stood there, still with that look on his face staring at Geoff in the corner. Geoff ran at full speed toward him and they tied up once more. This time, Geoff followed through with a swift go-behind, clubbing Kyle on the back of his neck and pushing him into the turnbuckle. The cheers were deafening as Geoff flashed his third finger to Kyle who was looking on from the corner. Kyle pulled himself up and walked up to his slightly shorter opponent. They were face to face in the center of the ring again. Each of them gave a sheepish nod as they fixed their eyes on one another. Once more the stadium was filled with ruckus as the two of them stood there. These two superb athletes hated each other. But beneath their faces, they held a great deal of respect for one another.... (The immovable object and the irresistable force -Youngbloods)

A little snippet of the unfinished series, Youngbloods. A tale of love, hate, sport, trust, friendship and the everyday life of a bunch of unusual teens- By Kyle Ganapathy

Take care and if all goes well, you'll be reading more of this. Unless you don't want to of course.
-Kyle

2005-08-07T07:32:00.000-07:00

This Is a tribute to Kurt Ganapathy who was and still is a friend and a brother to all. His insights and thoughts were hardly superficial and though most of them were pessimistic (Just like mine), He truly is, awesome.
Kurt wrote

To my peeps, for whom my heart beats.From the archive of the 3rd best website in the Universe. A classic from Valentine's Day 2004.The Complete Dumbasses' guide to the superficialities of friendshipSeeing as apparently this week is "Friendship Week" or so i've discovered from the actions of the people in my school - The Student Council running around like a bunch of ass clowns attempting to get us to get "into the spirit of things" which involves purchasing some over priced shit like balloons, and writing some worthless comments for our friends on some ingeniously designed "friendship boards". And also from the redundancy of people running around and hugging each other tightly for disturbingly long periods of time. Yes dear friends, it is true, Friendship Week is indeed upon us. And in keeping in the spirit of "togetherness" and "friendliness" i present to you a guide to how superficial our damn friends are. Enjoy!

They say: "Hey we must keep in touch ah!"What they mean to say: "I don't think i'll communicate with you for another 10 years until we accidentally meet again!" This is just some stupid line given to try and end a conversation as soon as possible. Don't believe the person when he or she says "Keep in touch" because they are talking cock.They say: "Hey we must all go out one day ah!"What they mean to say: well.. they don't exactly mean anything, but just see if that mythical "One Day" actually comes. I can assure you that it will not come because someone who says this just isn't bothered to say something more. It's like saying "Hey I'll call you" although you do not know the persons number. We will never go out one day.

They say:
"Hey, i'm busy/watching Chingay/watching american idol/doing homework/studying for a test can i call you back tomorrow?"What they mean to say: "screw off, i don't want to talk to you." Just some bullshit reasonings i've experienced in my time. And much like the "One day" of the previous one, the "Tomorrow" in this statement also does not come. For example, i last talked to someone 3 months ago and she said she'd "call me back tomorrow". Damn that tomorrow is taking a long time to come. I thought days only lasted 24 hours.

They say: "Sorry can't go out with you today i'm busy/got tests coming/have to concentrate on my studies/have lots of deadlines to meet"What they mean to say: "screw off, i don't want to go out with you" or perhaps more subtly "I'm sorry, but you are not significant enough a person to me that i would try and make time to go out with you. I will only go out with you if i have nothing better to do. If something is present, then it will take precedence over meeting up with you. I'm sorry, but studies are very important right now, i need to concentrate on them."Anyone who has faced this response before will know how screwed up it is. You mean to say you'll actually be "studying" for your A levels or Module Tests or whatever shit exams you have in the 1 hour it would have taken to meet up? As if. It is more than likely that the person will just end up twiddling his or her thumbs and doing nothing, sitting around the house all day. This statement is usually followed by the ever popular "We must go out one day."

They say: "Hey what's your birthday ah? Tell me so i can call you at 12am!"What they mean to say: "Hey could you tell me your birthday so that I can forget it within the next 20 seconds and make you feel even worse on your birthday because you would have been expecting something from me?"

They say: "Hey man, how's life?"What they mean to say: "Oh shit... what do i say to this guy... umm... oh no he's going to walk past me any second... Not that i care but, hey man! how's life?"

They say: FrEnZzzZZzzzz 4EvAzZzzzZWhat they mean to say: This is the stupidest damn statement of all time. I hope the person who invented this died a painful death. This is the ultimate in superficiality. it probably can't get worse than this. people who say things like this probably drown in their own fakeness soon after. Variations include "Our friendship is so cool", "You're such a great friend" Damn it, if you were such a bloody good friend of mine, then i wouldn't have to say shit like this, you'll know it and i'll know it. thats good enough. it doesn't mean we have to go take some bloody neoprint and write in pink glittery writing "FrenZZ 4EvAzZz"The following is part of an average MSN conversation I have with some shit heads on my contact list whose identities i am not even sure of.

Kurt: Hey there, haven't seen you in a while, how have you been doing?

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: oku

Kurt: What's that supposed to mean?

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: ok u

Kurt: i guess i'm fine too... what have you been up to?

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: ntng

Kurt: Ah well... haha... hey guess what, I joined ELDDS

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: ICIC

Kurt: You're still in tennis right?

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: yupyup =)

Kurt: Is that all you have to say? Ah anyway i've gotta go now.

Suppa_PaWa_SK8erGal [Oh my god peter pan is so freaking cuteee!!! LOlOLOLs]: KKzzz

Tragic. Just god damn tragic that people don't give a shit when you bother to follow through with the promise to "keep in touch". i sincerely hope that if this is how a person communicates, he or she spontaneously combusts into flame and vanishes without a trace with a puff of smoke.And now on to the very much publicised "Valentine's Day".Ah its that time of year again, everyone's favourite day. Apparently Valentine's Day is too long a word for the "Cool", "hip" and "Savvy" youths and teens of our generation. It is now referred to as "V day" How ingenious is that? Like.. i wouldn't have thought of it!Its a stupid day. A day when people make you pay 35 times more for a 20 cent piece of shit that they call a rose. It's a day when all the fabulous couples of the world unite in a parade of actions which are indescribable by words.And it is also a day for people without anything to do to curse and swear at the dumbness of it all. And how sweet it is.Honestly, i hope this Monday, Orchard Road will just implode, killing everyone within a 2km radius. i hope the water levels on all the beaches will suddenly rise, drowning all the assholes trying to help increase Singapore's birth rate there. It will be so beautiful. i will laugh until I cry. Newspaper headlines the next day "Everybody Dies." and below it in smaller print would be "but nobody gives a damn".Well i guess i've done my part to help with "Friendship week" however, i do warn you, the next shit head who asks me "What are your plans for V-Day?" is going to get his face very well aquainted with my clenched fist, and he is going to have my shoeprint on his backside. God damn it.Its been a pleasure being able to speak to you to day, and to all the people going out to celebrate "V-DAY" there shall be a massacre, and I'll see you all in Hell.Kurt (If you disagree with anything i say, you are wrong.)
Posted by: Kurt / Saturday, February 12, 2005

They say comedy is tragedy diferred. I think he proved that.

-Kyle

Ramblin

2005-08-06T22:32:00.000-07:00

As I walked over the water with a bunch of silver coins in my pocket, I looked up to the sky and saw an areoplane pass by. But when I took a closer look, it wasn't a plane but a space battlecruiser. So with a deep breath I exclaimed "Beam me up scotty!".
Suddenly, I found myself on the bridge of the cruiser and I whipped out a phaser. "I'm taking control of this ship now" I said. The crew looked on in plaint horror as they said , "Sir, this isn't a ship, it's a McDonald's outlet." So I looked all around me and I saw red and yellow. A clown stood there with a big red afro. I said, "Hey aren't you that guy Ronal-"
"Shh! Shut up! Do you wanna get sued? My name is Roald McDougal" he interrupted.
"No, no I'm sure it was Ronald Mcdonald." I replied
Suddenly a big black van pulled up to the place with three guys in white moving at a really quick pace. "I'm here on behalf of the King of the world" He said "And you are gonna see him in court!" With that, they dragged the odd clown off and I went out to bid him farewell.
"Now what?" I thought to myself. "Hey! Time to get a new car!"
So i set off south to the used car shop. With my silver coins jingling in my extremely loose pocket. "Yo ho!"said the salesman, "What can I do for you?"
I said, "Gimme a love bug in a cabriolet style."
And he said, "Sure why not? It only costs a nickel!"
I sat down in the driver seat with my hand on the clutch and within 3 seconds I was out of the place. I took a time warp into california where the girls were oh so fine. "Hey!" they said as I drove by in my bug, "Can we get a ride with you?" Thinking quick i said
"Sure what the heck put your stuff in the hood"
The sky was gold! We were cruisin down the road. To the beach we were going
Walking through the sand with the sun juice flowing.
We swam in the sea, we surfed and played volleyball
A day at the beach with, "I wish they all could be california girls!"
So I had to go around 5 or 6. I turned around and said bye to the chicks.
"Bye Kyle!" They said as I sped away
Driving in my love bug flying down the free way.
I still had some silver coins left over and I was bored.
So I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow. And as I sat upon the pot of gold, eating the chocolate coins, I watched the stars crash into the sea with fires of a thousand suns.
Sitting there with the 7 colours on my back and a spectrum of light on my front. A cluster blinking lights climbed into the night.
Taking my chance once again I said, "Beam me up Scotty!"
And in the timeframe of a millionth of a second I was on a battle cruiser with Lorenzo Lamas, Antonio Banderas and Enrique Iglesias.
They all said, "Yo! We’re the mexicools!"
And I said, "Now that’s cool! So where are we heading?"
Enrique turned around and gave me a stare like a cow gives an oncoming train and said, "To the Andromeda galaxy!"
"Whoa!" I said, "Ain’t that a little far?"
Lorenzo said, "No, not really, it’s just past that star."
So we weaved through the asteroid fields and escaped from the black holes as we laughed at the beams of light which couldn’t.
We were travelling 5 times the speed of smell. So my nose was blocked and I couldn’t really tell.
Into Elicoor 3 we went as we unleashed our lightsabers upon the land.
"Give us all your gold and silver lest you die!" said Antonio.
"Hey look! It’s darth vader!" Enrique exclaimed as he pulled out a blaster.
He breathed like he had asthma and walked like a terribly maintained machine.
"Kyle! Join the darkside and together, we can form the biggest fast food chain in the world!" he said through his irritating pants and wheezes.
Not wanting to work as a fry cook, I shot him fifteen times in the chest and threw my lightsaber through his face. "Well, that takes care of him doesn’t it?"
We got back on our space ship with our bags of gold and we drank wine and whiskey though the bottles were kinda old.
Enrique said "Hey Kyle, thanks for going with the flow"
And at that moment, it was time for me to go.
He beamed me down into my Love bug at the end of the rainbow.
But by this time, it was night and the 7 colours were no more.
"What now?" I said as I looked at my watch "Holy crap! It’s Wednesday! I’m supposed to be at the esplanade!"
So I turned on the rocket boosters and zoomed across the water.
Through the ceiling of the esplanade I drove, injuring at least 200 people.
Well they confiscated my car, it’s on display at the esplanade. A volkswagen beetle which they painted extremely badly.
I walked down to the muffin shop and bought some silver coins with the silver coins I had left and the store owner said, "Sir, are you crazy?"
And I said, "Man I am tonight!"
I forgot the location of where we were supposed to study, so I gave an earth shattering cry, "Where the hell are you guys?!?!?!?"
Rishic came out first and kicked me in the chest.
Jasvir gave me a piledriver that put my skull to the test.
Selvam came out and german suplexed me,
Then Dewei delivered, a front-face DDT.
"STOP SHOUTING!" they yelled as I lay on the floor.
I was a bloody mess by then. But I could’ve taken more.
"Where have you been?" Ying asked
"Well, I took a trip to McDonald’s, bought a volkswagen beetle with silver coins, see that one outside? Then I went to california and had some fun on the beach with some hot girls, then I went to the end of the rainbow and made wishes on 736 shooting stars, oh yeah, I at some chocolate coins too. And after that, I went into outer space with a bunch of Hispanic actors, killed darth vader, robbed elicoor 3, went back to the end of the rainbow, took my car to the esplanade, crashed through the window, see the car outside? I had the snot beaten out of me by you guys and now I’m sitting here and telling you how I came here. And I told you that I took a trip to McDonald’s, bought a volkswagen beetle-
"Enough!" She said as she zipped up my lips, "Let’s go and study already!"
So we went to a corner and we pored over our books. And right there, as I read through physics, I came up with a working theory of cold fusion. "Eureka!" I said "I’ve done what Einstein couldn’t do! I’ve just created the cold fusion engine."
Suddenly, a time portal opened up and Lorenzo Lamas popped out. "Yoink!" He said as he snatched the theory from my fingers. "I need this more than you do"
"You’re just gonna let him take that Kyle" Nadia said
"Why not? I was just kidding about the whole thing anyway"
They all looked at me with narrowed eyes and within 3 seconds, they took me by the scruff of my neck and flung me out of the Esplanade, "And stay out!" They exclaimed in unison as I walked down the stairs.
When I turned around, I saw the headlights of a car , "AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHGHHHHHHH" I screamed as it ran me over.
And suddenly, I found myself, in my bed.
"Wait a second, that was all a dream?"
I looked at my watch and it said "Thursday"
Just the, Enrique appeared through the same time portal, "Hey Kyle, You got any mustard? We don’t have any left on board. The yellow kind if possible, I find the brown kind too gritty."
I looked at him with a look of disbelief and said, "Would you like fries with that?"
Well that’s the end of my chronicle. Enrique got his mustard and we all lived happily ever after. Well except for Darth vader coz he uhh…died? And Ronald McDonald who was facing 13 Life sentences. I went back to visit the girls from california and we went a surfin USA! My love bug is still at the esplanade till today. You can see it on display near the waterfront. Our big group of friends? Or should I say the lalaians or lalagnese or whatever you wanna call em, we’re just a thick as thieves as before. Is that the right simile. Wait, is that even a simile? Well how am I supposed to know? I don’t even take literature. That lousy principal of mine. I oughta punch you in the nose. Just kidding. Well This ends the super crazy ramblings of Kyle’s crazy mind. Be sure to stay tuned for the next installment which will be around soon. Take care peace love soul hope freedom care friendship trust faith luck bliss passion determination and all that other thingys that sound good to say in a farewell message. Have a nice day. And in case I don'’ see you, Have a nice life! (:

-Kyle

A tear in my flair

2005-08-05T08:08:00.000-07:00

Theres a tear in my flair but I'm not really in despair
I only wish that you were here to love and to care
The feeling that i get, so uncommon, so rare.
But I know it cannot happen, it won't ever be true.
And I don't think I should sit here daydreaming and feeling blue.
After all, you'll always be my friend. The one and only you.
My wing may be torn but i'll soon be airborne.
I may be a little hurt but i haven't hit the dirt.
Just sitting here with memories of an atomic lullaby
i lay on the grass gazing at the sky as it goes by. I'd love to fly.
I don't want to cry.
I won't
I'd rather die.
I'll much rather be drinking whisky and rhye.
The clouds go past as i remain on the grass.
It's been many months since i've gone to a mass.
Well, My wing will take sometime to heal.
In the meantime I'd like to say that wrestling is real!
Well sometimes i guess but not all the time.
I'm running out of things that sound the same and rhyme. I guess I better go
Before my fingers explode.
I've been typing non stop since the i changed my desktop mode.
I'll fly again soon don't worry about me.
I'll alive and well, and hey! I'm Kyle G!

An Odd Day Indeed

2005-08-03T04:15:00.000-07:00

Alright, I think I tore my pants for 17th time today. I'm serious. I lost count really. When I signed my name to borrow the school's pants, i turned the pages and found my name a couple of times. Dating back to early 2003. Cool. Hahaha. Well it wasn't that bad i guess. they had a fitting pair. Oh yeah, our team came in 2nd for the interdisciplinary quiz today. Geez I got all the geo related questions wrong! Only one correct. Pfft. They asked weird questions and I had no idea what to respond with, i said India like twice. And apparently Mother Theresa isn't from India. Okay I made an ass out of myself. But we had fun doing it anyway. Patrician Idol results should be out by friday. Don't know if I got in. But i didn't really feel like i was doing a good job on stage. Well, we'll see. We're gonna have to do our SYF play in front of the whole school on monday. And my extremely creative punishment which Mr. Gill came up with for not doing my SBQ's is to sing Count on me Singapore on monday in front of the school as well. Quite a predicament I'm in now aren't I? Oh well. I'll find a way to get through this. Just like i always do. A king of the ring needs to show his might sometimes y'know? Heheh. Okay today during Bio i was totally drained of energy. Couldn't even walk straight. Amazingly, Josh and I didn't injure each other today. Though we smacked each other a few times. Today I went to say hi to Damian and after shaking his hand, he pushed me aside and yelled, "Die! Die! You son of a ****" and started trampling on this cockroach that was minding it's own business next to my foot. Well thats Damian. Last year he killed a hornet by throwing his E math book on it. He also killed many other cockroaches. Hahaha. Good ol' Damian. Uhh...terribly sorry bout killing the cockroaches though. But................yeah. Well anyway I gotta go. Either my house is on fire, or we're gonna have to eat maggi mee today. *Sniffs the air Have a nice day!

- Kyle

Flair

2005-08-02T04:13:00.000-07:00

I think somehow and someway, my fighting spirit has climbed out of my gastric pits and back into my heart. I feel that flair i had last year. Its as if some miracle happened. Kinda weird for it to change so drastically though. This can only mean good things. I don't really think a bad thing has come out from determination before. well except for a twisted mad scientist who was determined to take over and destroy the world. Maybe thats the only kinda bad thing i can think about. Well it's time for me to hang up my sorrow and step back into school everyday and jump down the stairs, handstand on the tables, run up the walls and do what i do best. Make everyone feel my energy.

-Kyle

The river of life

2005-07-31T05:40:00.000-07:00

As his small raft floats down the creek, he passes the rocks and trees he had seen many times before. It seems like he has known this place all his life. This place was known as down the creek clearing, a place that someone went to everytime he lost control of his raft. As he approaches the utmost end of the clear sparkling water, he notices two familiar faces.

Kyle: (Sitting on his raft) Do I know those two guys?

He paddled further down the stream with his hands.

White haired man: Kyle? What are you doing here this time of year?

Man in a white robe: Haven't seen you in a while. What brings you down here this time?

Kyle: Oh its you guys. Hope and Faith. Nice to see you guys again. I'm sure you already know by now.

Faith: Yes but I was just checking.

Kyle: I don't think I'll be here very long though. My friends are waiting upstream for me. I hope.

Hope: You called?

Kyle: I said I hope my friends are waiting for me.

Hope: Well of course they are. Just ask Faith

Faith: That's right. You're must have faith in your friends Kyle. No matter how rocky the road has been recently, you must believe that friendship can't be destroyed that easily.

Kyle: I...

Hope: Yes, yes, you hope everything will be the same as before. What do you think I'm here for.

Kyle: I just don't want anything to change.

Faith: Well then it's up to you to keep it that way.

Kyle: I know, I know. Hey, how come Despondance and Regret aren't around?

Hope: Apparently they decided to sit this episode out.

Faith: You don't feel them do you Kyle?

Kyle: Surprisingly not much. A little bit of regret, thats all.

Hope:(pats Kyle on the back) Don't be flustered my friend. Everything will be alright in the end.

Kyle: And if it's not?

Faith: Well then it's not the end. Remember that Kyle. Thats what keeps us alive in you.

The sun filtered through the trees and gave the water a reflective quality to it.

Kyle: (Looks into his reflection) Geez is that how I always look?

Faith: It's how you choose to look.

Kyle: I don't get it

Hope: When was the last time you smiled a true smile?

Kyle: Recently? But why do I have this look of loss on my face.

Faith: Because you always think that you're gonna lose.

Hope: He's right. For goodness sake cheer up sometimes! You think too much and that's what provokes those feelings.

Faith: You always prepare for the worst possible outcome. Why don't you try aiming for the best?

Hope: Yes, just look at us, Hope and Faith are of such minute amount in you that we're getting white hair already. And we're the same age as you!

Kyle: Oh...I'm really sorry.

Hope: Don't be sorry. Just give us more time and we'll gain back our past strength like before.

Kyle: So if I'm not such a pessimistic bum, you guys won't be old and frail?

Faith: Precisely!

Kyle: Great!

Hope: You're still young Kyle. But you act as if you' e having a midlife crisis.

Faith: Go out and be a teenager. While you still can.

Kyle: I'm planning to do that. Just need a little rest is all.

Hope: Your self induced sadness has really hindered your creativity.

Faith: (Holds up a stack of paper) Remember these poems and stories?

Kyle: (Takes them from his hand) Number 6, Raedric Moon, War of the schools, The Barpanti's order, Rosewater. These are all the pieces I wrote a while ago.

Faith: Yes. Some are left unfinished.

Kyle: I know

Hope: And it's because of your own crazy mind that these pieces will never make it past your computer.

Kyle: You're right...Maybe I need to stop dwelling in the pits of Despondance.

Faith: You'd better stop. He could sue you for tresspassing.

Kyle: Hahaha.

Hope: Put aside all this "F*** the world" and "Nobody cares for me anymore" stuff and become the Kyle that everyone loves. You're not meant to tag up with depression. You're a boy of passion, faith and hope.

Kyle: That's right! I am! Oh by the way, where is passion?

Faith: Uhh...she kinda got stuck on the emotion Highway. But she should be by to guide you later upstream.

Kyle: Thats great to hear.

Hope: Now, tell us that you're not going to live the life of a suicidal. Tell us that you're going to be the Kyle we knew before!

Kyle: (Hits his chest) I will not any longer be plagued by my internal hurt. I shall not dwell in self regret. I cannot spoil my friend's attitudes just because mine sucks! I am Kyle Andrew Ganapathy and from now on, I'm going to make things right.

Faith: (To Hope) It's good to seem him like this ain't it.

Hope: He's beginning the revival of his indomitable spirit.

Kyle: (Tears off the bandage around his heart and wipes off the FTW on his arm) The sun is shining. That's odd. Usually when I'm here, it rains.

Hope: It can only mean good things. The sun will lead you to your friends.

Faith: It was a sad sight last year when we almost lost you to Depression and Despondance. They would have ultimately lead you to Death.

Kyle: Well that's not gonna happen anymore. Not with my friends alongside me and with you guys, I'm gonna be unbreakable.

Hope: That's what we hope.

Faith:Well its a nice sunny day here. And that is very rare. How bout a spot of tea?

Kyle: Can't do that my man, I have to go.

Faith:What? So soon? Aren't you gonna wait for Passion?

Kyle: She'll catch up, she's a fast paddler.

Hope: So you're leaving now?

Kyle: (Starts paddling off) Yeah why not? My friends are probably looking for me.

Faith: Hey wait! Remember Kyle, The game that can't be won, can't be played.

Kyle: I know Faith! You've told me that many times. Thanks alot!

Hope: Hey Kyle!

Kyle: Yeah?

Hope: You'll need this. (Throws him a wooden oar)

Kyle:(Catches it) Thanks. I'll never forget you guys.

The sun continued to shine majestically in the morning sky as Kyle paddled up the river. Before long, he was out of sight.

Hope: He'll be back some day.

Faith: Not for a very long time though. Tea for you my good man?

Hope: Certainly.

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Kyle: (Paddling) I'm coming back. Back to you my friends. No more depression. No more sadness. No more of these sinful things. I'm coming. Please say you'll be waiting for me. Please tell me that everything will be the same. Please be there. Please?

The weekend has arrived

2005-07-29T03:59:00.000-07:00

Well it's about freakin time the weekend got here. I think I got cut several times this week. First was when I was carving some wood and got at least 3 cuts on my left hand. Then at KFC when we were studying, a mechanical pencil jabbed me. Then at DnT the same day, a screwdriver and a hacksaw left two more marks on my left. And today, when Joshua and I were punching each other, his fingernail tore off some skin on two fingers of my right hand. Can't I go through a day without getting injured in some way? Before that, both me and Josh kept getting splinters when we fought with sticks. Oh well. Just finished tuition a while ago. I seem to be improving in maths. Well hopefully. Still as bad as ever in application. But hey, you can't change a guys IQ can you? And so as usual, I'm stuck with nothing to say...Lemme see if I missed out any points. Uhhh...well we played soccer for a bit today. Shawn Spruyt scored a goal from a goalkick. Now thats cool. Hmm...oh and today as usual, Josh and I were sumo style wrestling throughout the free periods. We both fell on a chair. Thanks alot Josh. But it's always fun to have such a lively class. As expected, we sang happy birthday to the relief teacher. It's become like a tradition. It's a funny moment when everyone claps their hands and sings along. Reminds me of my childhood days. Our class is totally whacked. Can you imagine 16 year olds anywhere else doing the same things we are doing? I mean today during CLB, Joshua was chasing me around the class before the lesson began. I jumped onto the teacher's table and it was already flimsy. It started to creak and stuff so Josh said, "Kyle get off you'll fall!" So i got off and was greeted by a fresh punch from him. Talk about care and concern. And like yesterday when Russel was holding the Hydrochloric acid bottle by the cap. Samuel told him, "Russel, put it down it's gonna fall." And 3 seconds later, guess what happened? The bottle broke in half and there was acid everywhere. Sujinder was setting fire to the methyl orange and Joshua was putting zinc on his burning splint. Everyone probably forgot what the lesson was in the first place. Childish cannot describe us either. Darren was sleeping coz he was sick and wanted to keep the back door open for some air. But David kept closing it everytime he pushed it open. So finally he decided to get up and push it all the way to the magnetic catch. Then David stuck his hands in between the hinges trying to make it budge but was obviously unsuccessful. And eventually he got up off his chair during a lesson and walked out of class just to close the door again. Geez. Wei Jie just adds to our craziness. Today we were supposed to read something out of our English 5 year series but it was a free period. Wei Jie didn't bring his book so he walked over to Samuel and asked, "Can I borrow your 10 year series?" and Samuel replied, "I don't have one" He walked away and stood still for a second. Then it hit him and he came back, "Can I borrow your 5 year series." At this point, Samuel was clearly listening to his Ipod and sitting in an aisleway, not doing any work . So he said, " No i'm using it." Then Wei Jie said "Okay." and walked back to his place. God. He's sometimes blur beyond my comprehension. When he was walking back, Shane kept saying ,"F****er" in a voice that mocked Sujinder's. I think he said it like 12 times maybe? Wow theres alot to write about my class. Well that's at least one part of my life that's interesting. Well, I pretty much covered the unbleak stuff that happened this week. And to say the least, my coverage sucks. Oh well. Hope this thing doesn't have a word limit or anything. Have a nice day.

-Kyle

The first broadcast

2005-07-28T05:51:00.000-07:00

The other blog brought back too many bad memories. Didn't wanna have to go through the trouble of reading every single post as i deleted them so I just cut it off at the source. Guess it's easier that way. I'm sure all of you were sick of my depressing layout and music anyway. So was I. Didn't need something to remind me that i was feeling depressed. Well, i guess this skin is alot more neutral. Still has my lame essence rubbing off on it. The chatterbox is up too. Got a new colour to it. Slate if I'm not wrong. There have been multitudes of changes since the last time I wrote. Can't cover them all here though. That's okay. You don't really want to hear stories from the book of Kyle's boring school days. I guess the school has become alot more like a college campus because everyone stays back until at least 6 nowadays. You won't walk far without seeing a familiar face. I like this atmosphere. Today I left class early and took a long gaze throught the gap in between the science block and the canal. The sky was blue and the sun hit the white walls giving it a warm bright look. I knew this would be one of the last chances I get to appreciate this school before I myself become an ex-Patrician. Ex is such a depressing word. I hate it. I wish these days would never end. But before we know it, we'll be 18 and in the army. And after that we'll be working. And then maybe we'll have kids of our own who will complain of the same things. I don't know what the future holds anymore. But I do know that I don't want to be the type of middle aged man who gives young people the creeps or has the physique of a beer guzzler. To be honest I'd rather be in Japan having my head raked by a cheese grater. And that's probably where i'll be headed. If we ever part, I know I'm going to do my best to keep in touch with all of you whom I shared my school life with. I'll even send you front row tickets to my matches if you wanna come. Haha. If I leave, not a day will go by without me thinking, "I wonder how Samuel is doing" , "What could Joshua be working as?", "Has Nadia decided what she's gonna be?" or even "Is Wei Jie still as blur as he was 6 years ago?". I don't think i'll ever forget any of my good friends from this day till the day i pass on. Which will probably be somewhere along the lines of 2100. Hopefully...Well sorry for boring you too much but it's just me on one of my wild thinking courses. It happens alot. Maybe all our lives will split in the center and join up somewhere back down the road. That would be nice. Really. We can only hope though. I'm not worried about the future anymore. But I'm still a little scared of it.

-Kyle