Forbidden Files #01 - To be swept away

As promised, I am coming up with an argument on a very politically fragile topic, one that has been close to my heart and dying to write about. What is it? Read on below. I hope that this will be a feature of interest to readers, so please do hint me comments on possible topics that might be of your interest in the tagboard.

For those who is reading this for the first time, please check out the previous entry for an introduction and heed the warning above the Harry Potter advertisement.

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Forbidden Files #01 - To be swept away
An exposé by Seraphim


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The Malays in Singapore make up the second largest proportion of people in the country. Despite once being Malay soil, Singapore has developed into a country dominated by the Chinese and surprisingly the foreigners, a group that makes up Singapore's minority group.

Over the years, the hold that the Malays have on the country as a whole has been slowly slipping away. It all began, of course, with the very founding of Singapore. The moment that the land was handed over from the Malays to the British was the moment that sparked off the Malays' downfall. Of couse, many sees this as a wise choice of the locals to let the higher power mould our beginnings, but what they fail to realise is why this was so.

The real reason the land was lost from the Malays was not because of wisdom, but because of greed. In secrecy, the government has managed to slip this piece of information into all youths without their notice. What I'm talking about here is the fact that lower secondary social studies never fail to emphasize how much MONEY the British paid the Malay Sultan in exchange for control over the land.

Thank God the government has enough mercy to spare the real reason why the Sultan needed the money, for the sake of the Malays. But since this is an exposé article, I'll defy the remaining efforts the Malays have put to save their faces and reveal it anyway. The Sultan needed the money for cock fighting, as in cockerel. Before the days of betting on horse racing, the early locals betted on fighting cockerels. Obviously the Sultan was a big fan of this.

I mean, hey, who in the world with the right mind would hand over an oversized island of a swamp to some guy in tights, weird sideburn and an exaggerated English accent when the land has strategic geographical advantages and an economic potential? If that guy wanted money, he could have just invested in the good old Singapore. Too bad he was desperately in debt.

And that concludes the embarrassing beginning, JUST the beginning.

More than a century has passed since then, yet nothing has been improving. The loss of the land to the British is now emphasized with the loss of control to the Chinese. The crime rate of Malays are way higher than the other races, and that goes for pregnancy, abortion, academics, and all the social problems there is.

To make it worse, the Malays are even associated to terrorism and for a reason that they themselves can’t deny. So far, all the terrorist-related prisoners are all Malays, most of which were in direct relation to J.I. and indirectly, the Al-Qaeda. Heck, Osama bin Laden’s a Muslim, and so are Malays. The relation is undeniable.

We can’t say that the Malays do not realize their mistakes. Some time back, the former prime minister of Malaysia himself made a public announcement about the failure of Malays. If that isn’t publicity of the Malays’ failure, then I don’t know what is. In that announcement, through tears he revealed to the Malaysian Malays their non-productivity despite the special rights that they have been endowed with since their birth and since the beginning of that nation. Even at the cost of the prime minister’s humility the situation is still the same.

Back in Singapore, efforts to publicize all the failures has become an ongoing effort. The latest edition to that effort is the weekly show titled ‘Hanyut’ on Monday nights on Suria. (for those who cared, I assisted in the production of the theme song, the singer is a stupid minah by the way). The name means to be swept away, the inspiration to this article and the focus of this exposé. Every week, the series tells the true life stories of some dysfunctional teenagers, with a different topic each show. The stories could be about anything negative, including gangsters, tattoos, extramarital pregnancies, abortion, smoking, drugs, you get the picture.

Now, to shed light on such negative matters to the community that spawned them could have several effects. The first is the classic ‘learn from your mistakes’. Probably when the producers thought of the show, this was what they had in mind. Though other consequences to producing the show were probably dismissed or probably not even thought of, typically Malay-like.

The second effect is to stereotype everyone’s impression of Malay teens. The irony is that the ‘everyone’ I refer to include Malay parents themselves. How many here can deny that Malay parents, after watching the show, will tell their children to not follow what was shown on TV without realizing that their children were the ones committing those offences themselves. As if failing is not enough, now the Malays just had to ensure that everyone thinks that they are failures.

The third effect is more psychological. Scientific research has proven that what one sees and believes in directly affect the type of person they become. Now let’s theorize what could happen to a Malay teenager who watches the show. I think you can see it already. Heck, just look down at the void deck to get a clearer picture. Now you can see what happened. When we thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, the Malays once again defied that by putting their youths’ future in a vice grip of past failures. They take the saying ‘history repeats itself’ to a whole new level.

What sparked my fury personally was the tone in which the show was delivered. It makes the viewers all seem naïve and innocent, as if the wrong-doers in the series are some bunch of losers from a faraway place. Well that could qualify since their colossal bosoms did originate from their thinking of walking to the bus stop is a marathon (notice that was a metaphor, not a simile).

If they wanted to make a show about how much the Malay community has failed, at least make it like a straight-to-the-head tight slap, like the article I’m writing now. They should produce a show exposing the sick problems that naïve and innocent looking Malays actually face instead of the naked-to-the-eye problems. Retelling the tale of past mistakes is becoming such a cliché. Surfacing newer problems would be such a touché.

Sometimes one would wonder how a disaster at this massive a scale could be kept blissful to the public eye. More importantly one would continue to wonder what could possibly the solution to all this. Day by day, the stakes are getting greater. As the public eye turns towards the direction of the Malays, will we see them scattering about like the filthy rats they are or rise from the ashes to be born anew. Only time can bring the ultimate exposé to that question.

And yes, I am a Malay.

It begins.... Again...

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Epilogue
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Days, weeks, months have passed. Over the past three months, the lone Seraph has dragged his battered body over the trecherous horizon. Three long, painstaking months of smelling rotting flesh upon his body.

It was three months ago that he escaped from the final battle. The last battle of the Seraphim, the battle that took them all, save one. It was the battle of Heaven's Hell Grounds, the last city of the Seraphim. Though he managed to revived the dead bodies of his comrades to strike a second time, the enemy nonetheless prevailed, allowing his just amper time to make his escape away from his doomed comrades.

A battle was lost, yet his hope did not. For the past three months, his motive had been clear. From the remains of Heaven's Hell Grounds he set off for the one place he knew he could seek sanctuary. Setting off for the journey was easy, but heading for it was not, as his destination was nothing more than myth to him.

Ancient Seraphim mythology spoke of a sacred place at the heart of the lands. Numerous tales told of the place's wonders and marvels that supposed travellers once encountered, though no one could account for actually coming there. This place that the myth speaks of is a place of controversy, a place where the forbidden is ordained.

The obstacle to heading for such a place is its exact wonder. A place of controversy means that it exists yet it does not. A myth. Despite this the lone Seraph pushed on. Not out of insanity but out of desperation. If the place truly exist, it would be the only place where his hope lies. For it is there that ancient magic was hidden...

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Well hello again dear readers! 3 months of no blogging, I can't describe how nice it feels to speak my mind again. So before we get on to other posts, let me brief you about what this new blog is all about.

Seraphim Legal Grounds

A place where the forbidden is ordained. Many would wonder as to what that means. In short, this is the place where forbidden topics will be spoke, forbidden opinions will be heard and forbidden information be shared. A place where the forbidden is allowed. This will be a place of danger to those whose minds are too feeble to understand the full expanse of forbidden ideas. For this is what this place will become: the forbidden grounds.

Other than the usual dose of short stories, poems and exaggerated daily reports, there will be new segments as well. The first of which is the Seraphim Jounral. It will be a series following the tale of where our Seraph left off in the previous blog. In this series, he will be exploring the new land of Legal Grounds, in which he will encounter new beings and bestowed with a new destiny.

The second is obviously the Forbidden Files. It is basically a series of political arguments regarding anything that could spark off a riot in some people. We're talking on the level of racism and gossip here, if you catch my drift. I intend this to be a very dangerous grounds indeed.

Other than that, I'll probably pop up with new stuff along the way, so do look out for them. Well, I'm a little exhausted from revamping the whole site, so I will retire now.

Until the fires are ready to burn.

Events Update

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WARNING: Before screaming, read the following first
Skip to the news section further below to skip the crap
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The following are the probable reasons that you might want to consider to scream for:

- Irregular/seldom update of the blog entries

- Old template

- Those irritating entry messages

- Unreasonable reasons for hating me

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SCREAM NOW
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Ugh, another three weeks and not a single entry. Months and still the template doesn't change. Those irritating pop-up messages... What am I doing?!?! Why does time abandon me?!?! Why am I even blaming time that doesn't even do anything?!?!

What the hell am I saying?

Let's try to make sense now. Since school closed, there hasn't been a single day when I could sit down and rest without having anything to do. Actually I have barely stayed at home for 3 hours straight without having to go out (except for night time that is). Pathetic isn't it? I have got to find time to do complete unfinished business, do my hobby and silence those homeworks.

To make it up to you readers, below is a compilation of some events that you might be interested in. For once I'm writing in a factual report style, so you can heave away the worry as there will be little crap. Ok ok, I should cut the crap now. Read on for the articles.

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Councillors' General Meeting
23 November 2004
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The gloom was still fogging around the air on that Tuesday morning when councillors started to arrive for the meeting. Even before the meeting started disaster has begun to strike. Due to a miscommunication of the actual meeting time the councillors started to arrive over a wide time range and had to stare at empty space for what seemed an eternity.

When the councillors did arrive, a quick glance could tell that the attendance was attrocious. A handful of the sec 2s were obviously AWOL and more than half of the sec 3s obviously skipped the meeting entirely/purposely. To heat up the situation was the mingling of the peer leaders, who also came upon the request of the DM. Basically they acted as catalysts for the production of inattentiveness.

Many stared at each other as the beginning of the meeting was much awaited for. Amazingly the president had no agenda for the meeting. I repeat: no agenda for the meeting. Impossible/improbable/impractical but this is the bitter fact caused by the excellent president. So for the first part of the meeting the Exco and the DM had to what they call 'bullshit' through till the second part came.

The second part was a much called for relief. The much anticipated Apprenticeship Program has finally been initiated and officially recognised as the official new grouping for the student council. The present councillors were split into their various departments, where they were briefed about their department, told about future projects, learnt of what are to be expected of them and started on a small task to start the ball rolling.

Even so some departments suffered boredom as their leading Exco did not have anything planned out. But what the hell, my department had one hell of a time as they learnt of the hidden things that I deal with and the advantages of being in my department, which included a sharing of some classified documents with them. Also we worked on next year's duty roster, previously seemed boring but the thought process I took with them spiced things up by a lot.

The meeting was cut short by the sudden request for the Exco by the DM to help prepare some documents for the open house. Unknowing to most students, this year's open house was doomed from the start with last-minute preparations and improper completion of work. I'll reveal more about the open house in the next article. The Exco ended up having to do some of the documents which the organising committee were originally supposed to do. At that point I couldn't help myself from silently giggling as I knew that things were being screwed up.

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School Open House
25 November 2004
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The morning began with me arriving at Jurong East Sports Complex, where a 'Choose your secondary school wisely' Seminar was going to be held. Preparations was being done 2 hours in advanced to make sure that everything would be fine.

Basically the whole event consisted of a lot of ushering, standing and waiting. Anotherwords: bullshit. That basically sums it up.

Fast forward to 12:30. The students from the sports complex returned to school to take over duties for the open house. Again, it was all boring duty work in the soaking rain, fitting the gloomy and rural atmosphere that enveloped the school.

Let me emphasize again the atrocity of the open house's failure. This year's visitor count was only around 530, with last year's count being around 1300 and the previous year's being more than 1500. Again, I couldn't help but laugh at the failure of others. What and why the failures are quite personal to me and classified for the school, so let's keep it to that.

All you have to know is the open house was screwed. And you folks heard it first right here from Seraphim Haven.

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Councillors' Outing
26 November 2004
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From the moment the idea of a council outing was thought out, everybody had the impression that it would be a complete failure. Up to the moment of arrival, everyone still had that mindset. Things did not look any brighter with the improper planning and ineffecient announcement of the outing.

But what a surprise it was for everyone who turned up! Despite the fact that people turned up at different times, the outing was a blast! It was a mystery as to what made it so much fun; was it the ball games, was it the chit-chats or was it just the good old fooling around? Well that did not matter as all had a good time that afternoon.

The outing started out simple, with some guys playing ball and the girls walking along the beach. Then it started to get aggressive as the councillors had a water bomb war. After that soaking experience, everyone got wild and wet as they ensured that everyone was in the water. Two guys escape the sea's wrath though, as they ran all the way to the other side of the beach to escape the swarm of councillors hell-bent on getting those two wet.

A lot happened in the waters of East Coast Park that afternoon, including a lot of gossipping, chatting and god-knows-what-else. There was the usual Battle of the Sexes as all of us played a lame variation of water polo all the way till sunset. To make it fair, some of the guys pretended to forget their gender for the game.

By the time we got out of the water, it was near 7:30. Changing took ages for both the guys and girls. When we came back, the heavenly smell of pizzas greeted us. Then it was a hell lot of chatting, yakking and giggling. Departure time was around 9:00 or so. But it wasn't straight home for most of us. Some went to McDonald's and some stayed at the beach.

ETA for home for most of us was at 00:00.

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Wll, I could still go on about the Prom Night, but that would bore most of you to death since it only concerned the graduating students. It wasn't that interesting anyway. I guess that's all for now. Till next time!

Gilded Grimoire #03 - In the Face of Death

For more than three weeks I have left this blog. Three long weeks deprived from writing something lame. Sure feels good to be back. Just for the record, I haven’t been doing sick things with The Sims 2, the previous entry is clearly an exaggeration. That is not to say that what was mentioned is not possible… Let’s not get creative here. Like I have said in the previous entry, I’ll be posting a new story, so here it is! Another attempt at human sentimentality, so bear with me. Guess what’s the guy’s profession, answer’s at the end.

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Gilded Grimoire #03 – In the Face of Death – Imperfection
A fiction by Seraphim

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Prologue

Through the whistling of the wind I heard the voice of an angel. A voice so gentle and smooth, it was otherworldly. The voice sang out to me, singing the song of mercy. Never before had I doubted myself in the face of a woman, never had I questioned my actions. The merciful doubt angered me, almost to the point of frustration and utmost doubt. Yet my fingers pressed on, and the song was nothing more than an echo.

Chapter 1

The Monday blues hung heavily in the stuffy air-conditioned air of the bustling train. A new week, a new assignment. My client wanted the job done within a few days, like all the other clients. To kill the boredom, I flipped through the file given by my client. As usual, all details were in it. The assignment seemed to be similar as all the previous ones. Without much thought, I stuffed the file back in my briefcase as I approached my destination.

Outside, it was all blue. The constant dripping of the rain thudded against the roof as I made my way to the building. It was not the peak of the assignment yet, just a survey of the area, and the other… client. The whole thing seemed dull, having done the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Little did I know that it would be a whole new experience for me.

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Staring at my watch, it read twelve noon. Office workers started to rush out of the building, eager to escape the urban prison and satisfy their culinary desires. Person after person I stared, scanning for the person my client requested for. Then I saw her. Time itself seemed to slow down as she opened the door to reveal herself to me. There was a sudden aura emitting from the door to honour her exit. As she made her way out the door, all her aspects radiated to me. I gapingly scanned her slowly, foot first upwards. Her freshly polished high-heels gleamed as a spotlight for her slender calf. Further up, her skirt sufficiently covered her thighs until near her knee, but failed terribly to hide her shapely assets. Her office blouse gave her a sense of neatness, yet revealing her appealing inner aspects. She was not short of feminine pride, as hers needed no words to make them more cravingly attractive.

On her neck rests the most perfect face humanity could offer. Heads turned as she looked around, unknowingly swinging her hair gently like a flirting gesture. Her lips mocked the desires of men with a sly smile carved on them. But what topped it all off were her eyes – blue spheres constantly probing into the souls of those she laid her stare on. The only eyes that made me want to blurt out all my hidden intentions.

It was all breathtaking.

She was… perfect.

As the astonishment of her beauty slowly drained from me, awe gradually turned into panic. My assignment cannot be done with such a request! How could I do my job with someone who could make me shake like a little boy? Perhaps the only person ever to make me feel so. It was all but impossible. With all my might I wanted to call my client back and reject the assignment, but I already knew that it was not an option. In the chaos of my confusion, I turned back to ponder about the next day.

Chapter 3

I was not the usual calm and collective self like I always have been. In fact, I was even nervous – a feeling that was alien to me. Something about this woman intrigues me so much it hinders me from executing my assignment. It daunted onto me that there was no escape out of this one. My assignment had to be done, even at the cost of my interest.

Once again I made my way to that dreadful building, never eager for what was to come next. The wait for lunchtime was almost unbearable, seeming to stretch for eternity. When it came, I was not the least anxious. Slowly the occupants of the building filed out, leaving only a handful left behind. One of them was my prime target, the woman of my dreams. A thought occurred to me to enjoy my reward before it is due, but I quickly dismissed it, as I know I would get carried away.

From a distance I watched the woman make her way to her private eating spot. She seemed to like being alone after being enslaved by the demands of the corporate world. She has yet to know that I would be the one to free her from her shackles.

I approached her silently, not wanting her to even acknowledge my presence. Swiftly I entered the small, dark room and locked the door behind me. Oh what a sight it was, to watch her nibble at that croissant while staring out through the window at the other corporate slaves below. It surprised me at how she could mesmerize someone so effortlessly. As I snapped back to reality, I took out my instrument of finality, armed it and waited for the moment.

Chapter 4

I let the wait take as long as it could, waited for her to finish her food and finally face me. When she did turn, she was staring into the barrel of my gun, equipped with the best silencer money could buy. She immediately froze as fear paralyzed every fiber of her body.

Yet at that perfect moment of triumph I hesitated. An alien feeling rose through me that rendered my finger incapable of pulling the trigger. I looked at her watery eyes and I knew. For the first time in my life I felt mercy. A voice inside my head whispered at the immorality of my actions. How could I destroy something so beautiful, so perfect? Something that my body ached to own. I felt myself getting stiff as I played with some playful thoughts.

There I was at this controversial point, with the point of my gun at a point on her temple. To kill or not to kill, that is the question. I knew my time was running out, and I had to do what I had come for.

So I pulled the trigger.

My heart shattered as I watched her fall, but it did not seem to satisfy me. I pulled the trigger again, and again, and again, as though ensuring her death would delete the wrongness of killing something so beautiful. This single death overwhelmed me. A tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions spilled over. As I walk away from the scene of tragedy, all thoughts slowly died away like the death that just occurred.

It would be just another day in the life of an assassin.

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Phew, that was a tough one. Hope all of you enjoyed it. I would probably be posting more fiction soon, but I need some topics to work on. So just say something in the tagboard! I know I said that I’ll change the template after the exams, but I’m kinda busy, so it will take some time. To end it off, let me wish all of you a Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya!

The SIM-ultaneous Life of a Sim

Another age has passed, fellow readers, and the time has come for another update. Today, I'm going to start a new feature of this blog called "The SIMologies". I guess you're wondering why the lame name and stuff, so let me explain.

Around 7++ years ago, a revolutionary people simulation game called The Sims was released. Since the game's popular release, seven consecutive successful expansions were released. Yes folks, SEVEN!!! Talk about crazy! Then after an age, the producers finally released its sequel, The Sims 2, sometime in the middle of our exams. Now that the exams are almost over, and I have not the patience, I laid my hands on a copy of that devilishly addictive game.

So the Sims is about playing out every aspects of people's lives and stuff like that. For full game review, check out sites like gamespy.com. Well, I was out of ideas for blog entries, then I though up of writing soap operas of the lives of the Sims that I play, and voila! A new blog feature is born!

Okay, enough with the boring talk. Let's start off the feature with the life of an interesting character.

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#01 - The Sims 2 - The Life of a Sim Playboy

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The day starts off fresh, with the background story as follows. The Sim, Don, has proposed to a girl from his neighbourhood, Cassandra. Being a playboy, he has two other lovers whom he still dates. Despite being torn apart between being loyal to his fiancee and living out his life as a playboy, Don still feels carefree. I mean hey, he's a playboy. What do you expect?

It was a beautiful summer day in Pleasantview, the neighbourhood in which Don has been living all his life. Me, as the player who acts like God in the game, has just given Don 1 000 000 Simoleons (the game's currency) and renovated his front lawn to include a swimming pool and an outdoor restaurant complete with a buffet table, a chef, a bar and even its own bartender. A playboy Sim has got to party you know.

Don has just came home from work, as a medical officer or something. Surprising eh? Considering he's a playboy. Well fret not, I'll probably make him work in the military. Don went over to the phone to subscribe to some services; the maid, the gardener, the chef and the bartender. While waiting for them to come over and do his house, Don went to pump some iron on his new weightlifting machine which I had just conjured from thin air in front of him. He needs to look suave to impress the girls you know.

After the chef filled the buffet, our dear Don went to dig in. That was when he noticed the maid cleaning his toilet through the window. Oh! Those hair! Those eyes! That sexy blouse! How can Don resist the presence of a woman in his very own house?! The chef's masterpiece became nothing but a pulp as he gukped his food to greet the new babe. Oh, their union in the toilet was sweet! Don greeted her like all the other girls, straight with a deep smooch to the lips.

Just that one kiss was all it took to win the heart of the maid. Well, me, being the sick player I am, left their desires run wild. The Sim couple were groping and smooching in the living room (with the workout video on the large screen TV, also conjured by me). They were oblivious to the presence of the bartender beside them, offering drinks and feeling left out. He wanted to join in the kissing (yes readers, there can be homosexuality in the game, beware) but with my godly powers I willed him to return to his bar.

So began the affair between Don and the maid. Both of them couldn't think of anything else that afternoon other than each other. At night, I sent Don to town to get some fresh air and get that maid out of his head. But alas, there he met a young girl whom he put his charm on. After saving him from being a pedofile, I sent him home to sleep with some sweet dreams in his mind.

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Thus the tale of the sick Sim. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm reverting back to the previous fictions for the next entry, so look out for it!

Seraphim Anthologies #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavor

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Seraphim Anthology #03 - The Battle of Life's Endeavour
A poem by Seraphim

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Onward thou shalt march to war!
To where the battle is fought on plains of white
Thou shalt scar the battlegrounds with might

Thy armor is but the plating of labor
Polished by the skills that thou now harbor
Brandish thy sword with beauty and grace
To engrave the battle on thy enemy’s face

Fear not the wrath of the tenders of the plains
O, brave wielder of the Excalibur of blue
For your mastery shalt leave their efforts in vain
And be rewarded to fight for what is true
Onward thou shalt march to war!

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Ah, my latest works, my best piece yet. For those non-literature readers, the poem's a metaphorical writing about what else? The exams. Took me a few days to get the vocabulary straight, but voila! Look at my masterpiece! Do take a closer look to try to figure out the hidden meanings.

The Prejudgement Day

Daily Schedule (before exams)

0530 - Wake up, press snooze
0535 - Where's that snooze button...
0540 - Farhan!!! Wake up!!!
0600 - Breakfast *flop* head in breakfast bowl
0615 - Zzzz....
0645 - Damn, gotta go school...
0700 - Darn, where's all the councillors?
0720 - Mari kita... zzz....

0730-1030 - School

1030 - Reccess!!! Errr.. yummy...

1100 - 1400 - School

1300 - Can't... open... eyes... Zzzz...
1400 - Woohoo! Another beat up session in class! So guys, who's the victim today?
1430 - Phew, that was fun

1500 - Finally home... Damn, more junk e-mails
1530 - Too tired.. to.. work... Zzz...
1800 - Shit, lots to do...
1815 - Scrub scrub scrub... la la la... *slip, kapow, OW*

1900 - Maths practice paper
2100 - I 1 2 5lp... +h15 15 b0r1ng...

2115 - Science practice paper
2300 - These papers are catalysts to the reaction that will bring me to bed...

2315 - Argh!!! What is this? More homework?!?!
2345 - Teachers don't know mercy...

0000 - *slurp slurp* Coffee... must... have... coffee...
0015 - Revise? What's that? New brand of coffee?
0100 - Zzzz...

0300 - No! No! The books are eating me! No! No!
0315 - The numbers are subtracting me!
0330 - The metre rule is whacking me!
0345 - Aaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! That BEARD!!!

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Ah, revision. Such a wonderful thing isn't it?

The Fellowship of the Wok

Okay okay, you can be mad at me if you want to, I feel mad at myself myself. It's been two weeks since I updated this thing, too busy. You know, homework this revision that... Anyway, I'm quickly typing this before school so that there is a new entry up. I'll work on better ones when I get the time. (probably not soon)

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#04 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Fellowship
A fiction by Seraphim and friends

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The days went by as fast as the leaves fell onto the forest floor. Some time had passed since he found the One Wok of Ruling. During that time, he discovered some of the Wok's powers; to be able to control minor forest creatures and give himself some... controlled pleasure. I mean, hey, he was bored, so he tried to have fun with what else, himself.

After ages of staying alone in the forest with nothing to do, a loud bellowing of a horn was heard. Actually, it sounded as if the horn blew out a whining. Curious as to what made that strange sound, he went looking for the source of that noise.

What he found was the most queer thing that ever existed. He found a group of people, oddly matched and had the most curious characteristics. The one with the whining horn was a man with an outrageous beard, which seemed to be possessing motion of its own. The second was a knightly looking figure, but instead of a sword he wielded a large pencil and armoured with paper. His shield was but a large eraser. The third wasn't so apparently spotted, for she melted right into the shadows of the trees. When she finally stepped out of the shadows, she looked just like him; with the raven black complexion.

The man clad in hair stepped towards him. He opened his mouth to speak, which of course was hidden beneath the thick layers of hair, which made his voice seem to come from the hair itself. "Hear ye, hear ye, the Dark One of the forest. We from the distant lands have learnt of the reclaiming of the One Work of Ruling. Our ancient prophecy states, under section 407.11b paragraph 3 clause seven, that one who reclaims the One Wok of Ruling must bring it to the land of the Smelly Kitchen. With him will be his protectors, to make sure that he changes his underwear everyday.", declared the hair clad man.

Shoving the hairy one aside, the paper armoured knight cut him off. "Ah yes, where are our manners? Let me first introduce ourselves. I am the Voodoo Artist of the Square Table. The hairy one here is none other than the Bearded One. And our fair lady, or not so fair, is the DM of Wok. We are here to escort you to the land of the Smelly Kitchen, where you will return the Wok to where it truly belong."

"But I don't want to. It's mine! Mine alone! No one shall touch my little... precious...", he dragged. Cheerfully, the Voodoo Artist replied, "Oh, ok then. Guess we'll have our adventure elsewhere boys and girls!"

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Yes, it's true. I have lost my marbles. Comment on this one while I come up with another not so crappy entry.

Thus Goes the Tale

Hmmm... Nothing creative popped up in my head lately, so for today I'll just be continuing some previous series. Anyway, what's with all of you not participating in the poll anyway? Do you guys know where it is or can't it be seen? If you can see it, just vote on it!!! How hard is it for me to get some response from you guys man?!

Anyway, now that the war for Heaven's Hell Grounds is over, the Seraphim are thinking of rebuilding the place into something new. (P.S.: For more info on what the hell the war is about, read entry 09Aug - 29Aug) It might take time for those heavenly creatures to rebuild this place, so don't count on a change of looks anytime soon.

Since the replies in the tagboard has been kinda positive, the fates look bright for our guy in the Tales of the Undecided Tales. I’ve decided to base it on my previous entry. So let's hope he doesn't face any more bad luck in today's episode, the longest yet. Also, I've included another '10 Reason...' feature in today's entry. Hope you guys enjoy reading!

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#03 - The Tale of the Undecided Tales: Reclaiming
A fiction by Seraphim and friends

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He had no dreams. No memory of things that passed haunted his unconsciousness. He had had a peaceful time drifting down the waters in his rejuvenating sleep. When he awoke, he was at a river bank, hidden amongst the lush greenery of the unknown foliage.

He got up to his feet feeling fresh and awake. The cool air and the rising sun told him that it was still early in the morning. Curious about his location, he started to wander in through the thick wilderness. It was strange that he felt neither hunger nor exhaustion. Perhaps he was dreaming after all. Perhaps none of the experience was real.

After some time walking, he found a small clearing in the middle of the forest. in the middle of it stood a tree stump, with a great many number of rings on it, signifying the tree's age. On it rests a most curious object. Out there, in the middle of the forest, he found of all things, a wok resting on the tree stump. He almost dropped to his knees laughing because of the ache in his stomach. Why in the world was a wok doing on the tree stump in the middle of the forest? Out of curiousity, and slight humour, he approached the tree stump to get a closer look.

Upon close inspection, he noticed that the tree stump had rough words inscribed on it. It said, "The One Wok of Ruling". Wonder what that is, he thought. Without much thought, he stretched out his hand to reach for the wok. It felt strange, peculiarly smooth. When he removed his hand, he found thick, black soot all over it. When he attempted to brush them off, they seem to spread across his skin. The rate the soot spread was alarming. The harder he tried to brush it off, the faster it spread. Ultimately, his whole body was covered in soot.

In the midst of his confusion, he suddenly calmed down. The covering of the soot brought not only a darker complexion, but it brought him knowledge on the wok’s past. In the blink of an eye he learnt that the wok was really the One Wok of Ruling that had the power to control the beings of the forest. After centuries, it has passed out of possession and knowledge, leaving it abandoned there until a destined one is fated to find it. Now that it has been found, who knows what tales will unfold for both the Wok and our hero.

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Spill it guys, it’s lame. It’s meant to be. I meant for it to be whacky, so it is. Anyway, I need suggestions on what happens next. Also, can you guys come up with a name for our guy here? It’s a little difficult to call him ‘him’. While you guys think about that, enjoy the next feature.

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Top Ten Reasons That Make You An Exco

10. You don’t have a life

09. You ask for a revolution, but you only show humiliation

08. You consist of nine people, though half turn up at any meeting

07. You start meeting late because you are late

06. You often converse with a certain dark phantom and emerge half an hour later without any idea what has been said

05. Your hobby is to screw up every event that you organize

04. You are led by someone that needs to be led

03. You will always be early for anything because only those after you are considered late

02. Your routine consists of getting stressed, getting sleepy and getting lost

01. You’re supposedly the best of the best *cough* worst *cough*

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The Educational Conspiracies

Damn, another week passed since my last entry. I'm really sorry guys, I feel so guilty looking at the rising visitor count and not giving you guys something new to read. And another full moon has passed... Damn. So as a tribute for teachers' day, here's something related to the teachers.

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The Educational Conspiracies
On the surface, the teachers at Commonwealth Secondary looks like normal, innocent humans. But are they truly as they seem to be? An insider has uncovered the truth about some of the teachers. So if you really wish to find out the true conspiracies the teachers has been planning, read on. Beware, the truth might be too bitter.

The One Wok to Rule them all
The current discipline mistress has been recently instated her position. Many wonder why the previous successful DM is not in power anymore, left almost isolated out of the memory of most.
The Truth
Long has the previous DM been successful due to her One Wok that rules them all. With it, she was able to maintain power over the students, bending their will to suit her dark motives. But what goes around comes around. A new dark power was arising. The new power has stolen the One Wok. And with it she used the soot to create a protective covering over herself. Now, enhanced with the powers of the ebony coating over her and the One Wok, she had the power to rule over the students and damned the previous DM to isolation. The Dark One now rules. However, the power proved too great for her to control. She has not been able to control most of the students. She could only keep on pursuing her dreams of covering the whole school in soot, turning them into one of her...

The Voodoo Artist
Shortly after the appearance of Mr Ch(a)ng(e), Mr (S)Lim, his rival has been deteriorating and soon became unfit to teach. He ended up quitting teaching completely. Being the good one, Mr Ch(a)ng(e)took pity over Mr (S)Lim's students and took over him. With his artistic skills, he quickly won over the students' interest.
The Truth
As attractive as the drawings might be, there is more to it than meets the eye. Mr Ch(a)ng(e)is not only a brilliant artist, he is a practitioner of Voodoo Drawing. Having found Mr (S)Lim threatening to his career, he used his skill in the dark arts to draw a two dimentional Mr (S)Lim and inflicted onto him unimaginable torture. Now nothing stands in the way of Mr Ch(a)ng(e)and his pencil...

The Hidden Alliance
Recently, it has been spotted that the great Bearded One has been seen working together with the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge. It seems that they have learnt to put aside their differences to combine their strenghs to achieve a greater achievement for the school.
The Truth
Both of them have discovered that with both their strengths, they could bring the school to their knees. The Bearded One, with his superios stealth ability to hide things within his hairy parts, and the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge, with his ability to mesmerize students with flashy computerised projections. Together, the Egoistic I(diotic)T(eacher) in charge was able to sneak his mesmerizing devices thanks to the Bearded One anywhere to ensnare any students that displeases them. Although they are making slow progress, they are constantly working on things to one day, bring the school to their knees...

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Well guys, that's all I have for now. I really hope that I can come up with another entry sooner so that you guys will be able to enjoy them. If you guys don't enjoy them, well just enjoy them.

May your teachers' conspiracy be exposed...