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Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical

You blog like no one else is reading... You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose. Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily. But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Just thought of saying a little greeting to all my christian friends.

Merry Christmas

Seraphim Anthology #07 - A Lovely Stain

Took me months to get an inspiration to write something original, but here it is finally. For my latest addition to my anthology, here's a sad piece that I wrote. Enjoy.

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Seraphim Anthology #07 - A Lovely Stain
A poem by Seraphim

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The glorious sun in the early morning
Splinters to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
A puncture into his head
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
An eyesore to his brain

But

The dampest cell in the furthest corner
Where he could thrive
The deepest well in the darkest dungeon
Where his gaze could rest
The deadest hall in the vengeful asylum
Where his thoughts could scatter

Since

Dark was his soul
Restless, no sleep
Lost without a goal
Dry, couldn't weep
What's born of beauty
Brings his demise
Searching for a sanctuary
Then to his surprise

One day he felt
Sudden lightening in him
That didn't belong
Yet welcoming it seem
From a daughter of beauty
Child of grace
Salvation he found
In the look on her face

Now

The glorious sun in the early morning
Brought warmth to his eyes
The soothing melody of the birds' chirping
For once sounds nice
The lush greenery of the trees' wavering
No life it heist

But

All this serenity
And all this merrymaking
A misfit for him
Not really his longing
For a creature thus dark
It couldn't be that plain
Saving was not to be

Her love

Would be just

A stain

Till death do us part... NOT

Just been to a funeral yesterday, I mean two days ago since it's 12am already. It was my great uncle, not really one that I know personally, but one I visit every year on Hari Raya anyway. Talk about abrupt. The last time I saw him was not more than a month ago on the first week of Hari Raya. Death really has no schedule.

It's amazing how much you know about a person despite meeting him/her a mere once a year. They say "till death do us part". Okay, it's a quote. You think that's true? Nah. From what I witnessed two days back, it's the exact opposite. I bet the poor guy's long forgotten best friend came to see him off. What irony, the dead draws more than the living.

I remember the same thing happening a few years back. It was somewhere in Malaysia, another distant relative died. At his funeral, relatives from all over South-east Asia came. None of them have seen him by any person's view of recent. From my childhood days I remember him saying, "You (my close relatives) won't be visiting me often. Only when I die, then you'll all come running to me". Rest well, you were right gramps.

For my late uncle, I know I won't miss him much. But no matter how much I disregard my (extended) family, I know they have some value. Like I know I'll miss the nasi dagang he cooks every Hari Raya. Damn, one less thing to look forward to. Nonetheless, his departing did have an impact on me. It just reminded me of how much regard I have for the dead. Therefore, to his memory, rest well. The living won't forget.

Synthesis Successful

Wow, for once I'm gonna do a full journal entry. Well, for those who DIDN'T attend the VERY FUN reunion. Will reupdate soon with pics. Here's the juicy details.
WARNING: Long entry.



0700: By some miracle I managed to wake up on time despite having gone to sleep (or knock-out as I would consider them) at 3am the previous night (same day actually). Normal morning stuff, with extra grooming, shine my nails... (awe... noone noticed they were shiny, heh)

0830: Met up with Sarah and Huiling at Giant to get supplies. Enjoyed a quick morning bite (usual caffeine dosage for me) while waiting for Giant to be open. Our ending purchase was quite an awkward mix of food, jumbling sushi with bananas. The culmination of our hour-long shopping was at a staggering SEVENTY DOLLARS! But we did not mind a thing because we're gonna claim it from our teachers! ;-)

The most depressing news was when our dear friend Scott (it's SCOTT people SCOTT!!!) called last minute saying he couldn't make it! That was depressing news because most of the popular guys (you know, the main attraction, not exactly in positive terms) could not make it. But after some persuation and filial nagotiations on his side, we finally got Scott!

1030: Made a fashionably late arrival at the MRT station with everyone already there except for dear Mrs Tan. Attendance was quite disappointing, considering I've called for a total attendance of 30, and called the WHOLE CLASS. Nonetheless, it did reach my minimum quota. Anyway, here's the list of those who attended:

Teachers
Mrs Isa Tan (+daughter)
Mrs Teri Toh

Guys
Frederick
Zongming
ME (duh)
Pusparajan
Suhaili
Wei Shen
Scott

Girls
Melissa
Meili
Sarah
Hui Ling
Norashidah
Amalina
Hassanah
Nurliyana
Nurmaisyarah
Siti Aishah

Total: 20

So after breaking the ice amongst the frozen solid people who had been waiting at the station and the super-fashionably late arrival of Mrs Tan, we finally headed off to Sentosa. The ride there had an amazingly large amount of talk about Thomas and homosexuality with myself getting thrown in the weird mix.

1200: (eventually) We somehow, after several road blocks and map rereadings, managed our way onto a slightly shady spot on Siloso Beach. Again, the awkward silence amongst these awestruck (more like dead-struck) people. We grabbed whatever we could to eat then made our way to the water. That was where we found ourselves knee deep in the water and everyone just became dead and refused to proceed once again...

Most incredibly my coincidence (yeah, right), my clique had an outing at the same beach at the same spot, some distance away. After managing to drag out legs off the edge of the water, the guys went to play soccer with... the other guys. The challenge was too tempting for me to refuse, despite last played soccer for what must have been two years back. It was quite a tough match, we were more or less evenly matched, despite having better players on the other guys' team. Must have been from all those years of playing soccer together in primary school. The game ended with an incredibly lengthy last goal, mostly dued to the players' lack of interest in continuing the game.

1415: It had been fun, but Scott and Raj had to depart. Mrs Tan departed sometime during our match since she was departing the country as well. Unsportingly, Frederick and Zongming decided that they missed their mummies too much and had to return to suckle up really quick. Me and the other guys had quite an interesting game of monkey in the water. Having water as my familiar element, it was incredibly fun to actually BE the monkey as it never was long before I managed to harrass someone for the ball.

1500: Incredibly, after the departure of the unfortunate ones who had to leave, the day turned to a brighter side (quite literally, the sun started to blaze) and we started playing games.

Our first game was 'Dog and Bone'. For those not familiar with it, it's played with two teams with the same number of people and each of them allocated a number. They are then to stand in two parallel lines in their teams facing the opposing team and an object (the bone) is placed at the centre. The game is played by having a/some number(s) called and those person(s) being called have to run off with the item back to their team without getting tagged by the person from the opposing team. Wow, I actually had to explain this game to some people.

We played it by changing the distance to the bone(frisbee) to what was an almost 10m sprint and we buried the frisbee in an unknown location. It was fun but we soon got bored of it due to the lack of sense and objective. (like duh it's senseless, it's an orientation game!)

Next, for the longest time, we played a game of whacko. Now, to explain THIS game. Everyone sits in a circle, introduce their name, have a person stand in the centre, have a name called and the person at the centre tries to whack the person being called. To avoid getting whacked, simply call another person.

We played this game by having nicknames. For the first few rounds we were renamed after flowers. Doesn't sound like much but it really was fun trying to figure out who's who. Besides, if you're out there with the sun, sand, sea and screaming girls (this is a pun if you're dumb enough not to notice), it would no doubt be fun. I was lavender by the way, haha. *rolls eyes* Then we were renamed after MRT stations. This was an even more fun challenge since we had to figure out if the station we called actually had a person attached to it. No need to explain why this is supposed to be fun.

1600: I remembered to check my phone for Mrs Toh's call, and I was aghast to find that she called AN HOUR AGO! Called her back, and fortunately she had diarrhoea (sick idea of fortunate, eh?) and was coming late. So she popped up at around 1620.

After all the running around in the sand, we settled down for a quieter acitivity. Me, being the guy who archives stuff, brought a whole big bunch of old stuff from primary school to reminisce over. The first on the list was a letter from our beloved Ms Salwati dated 11 August 2000!!! It really was memorable. That was when we figured out a challenge. Read on.

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The Yuqun Legacy Hunt

From the letter, we found out that my copy of the letter was the first out of the unknown number of letters that Ms Salwati would post to us in that consecutive weeks. The thing is, the letters were posted to a different person every week, and since we did not share the letter (despite her saying otherwise), the letters were never put together.

So the challenge is, fellow 6A Yuqunarians of 2001, to hunt for your copy of the letter if you did receive one and bring it on the next reunion. Only then will our hunt be completed.

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After the letter, I showed everyone the birthday cards I received for my 12th birthday. What was interesting about that was more than half of those cards were unnamed, hoping that I would finally figure out the sender today. Unfortunately, none of my secret senders were identified, leaving them a mystery till today.

Moving on, we went on to pictures! Old pictures of events and things we did together. Even showed everyone our class photos! That was sure fun, comparing people now and then. I even brough the Yuqun Memories book, similar to a yearbook especially made for that year to commemorate the school's closing. To top it off, I brought the first and last copies of the students' newsletter, Kids Express! (actually, there were ONLY two editions) That must have been the highlight of the event, considering that it was (meant to be) a reunion.

1700: At the end of that mushy segment, we just went free and easy, going around the water and lazing around. For some reason, a sand war broke out amonst the other guys, with me as the main casualty. Let's just say my clothes didn't stay sand-free despite rinsing them thrice.

1750: Exhaustion finally caught up with us and we decided to call it a day. For the guys, this point of time was incredibly boring, having to wait for the girls while they set up a make-up studio in the changing room for more than half an hour... If that was slow, our journey back to Harbourfront was longer with the frequent breaks in betweens to rest, etc.

2000: Yes, it's 8pm by the time we went our separate ways at the Harbourfront interchange. Not really separate ways, since we all made a remarkable realisation that all of us live rather near each other (duh). So from here, I dictate my story. Went to eat at the hawker centre right next to the interchange, after running through half a dozen options again and again without a conclusion. There, we found the secret to making a hawker stall popular and the other five with me concluded that I love blood (how that relates logically to anything and how that was concluded was beyond me). Had Meili to treat me to a sixty-cent bandung since I had no small change, haha, small trivia. I owe you 60c Meili! Oh yeah, and Sarah still owed me $2 from the McDonalds thing! And Mrs Tan owes me $10!!!

2315: Here I am, almost finishing this blog entry. Wow, working on a blog entry for one and a half hours with cramped muscle and sand in my butt crack. Such dedication. Alright, we've come to the end of this year's reunion. So for those of you who DIDN'T come or LEFT from this EXCITING reunion, a big HA-HA to you. And to all, the message below.

Announcement
LIke what I did a few months earlier for Synthesis, I'm making an announcement for next year's reunion. There will probably be another one next year in around June or December. It will be a chalet next time, so keep your time free! I'm planning this one with a full itinerary with the teachers, so I expect FULL ATTENDANCE everyone!!!

That's all for this year.

Signing out.

Mission Completed

Just made an interesting discovery recently at a meeting. If you keep thinking about the words 'basically' and 'actually', you'll find yourself using it in every sentence. That's not exactly good when you're editing a 30-page proposal whose writer was doing that. Heh.

I'm feeling emo today (if I can possibly feel emotions that is), so I was thinking of writing a short emotional entry. So here's the first part. Not meaning to sound too angsty, I'm writing it this way.

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Ten signs your mum doesn't know you well (or you're a baby)

10. She picks you from school.

9. She's got your life planned till the day you retire (or beyond).

8. She thinks that your favourite tv programme is Sesame Street.

7. She covers your eyes when there's kissing scenes on tv.

6. After she organises your room, you reorganise it.

5. You sigh at her birthday present for you.

4. She kisses you flat on your lips in front of your friends.

3. You have a curfew.

2. She still talks of your four-year-backdated affairs.

1. When you shop together, the clothes that she picks is what you don't.

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Well today, I've:

Sipped on coffee from heaven.
Secured the most anticipated weekend of 30 people's lives.
Saved four pages of people from wasting 75 minutes of their time.

And

Mission Completed

Or is it just the beginning?

Whatever it is, that sure was one heck of a day.

School under the moonlight

It's been weeks since the O levels ended and still I haven't come up with a good entry. When I get a blessing of inspiration then maybe I'll consider doing so. For now, I'm just gonna update on the school dinners that's been happenning in the past weeks.

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Council Dinner

I shall take my liberty to comment and critique the event for the sole purpose of reviewing the event.

The seniors all came to the dinner with a whole big sigh of relief. We had our wish of the dinner granted before our passing, which was previously denied under the school's new stringent budgeting guidelines. I arrived there quite early, in fact one of the earliest non-staff person to arrive there.

Registration was laid out just perfectly, with everything at the registration desk laid out in order and thought out thoroughly. A first reaction into the dinner hall would be quite unanimous for all seniors; it was rather small. I mean, it was obvious that it was a fraction of a much larger hall, so it gave quite a claustrophobis feel to the place. But with the nicely laid out table and doorgift, that was quite excused.

Overall, the dinner was satisfactory, with everything that should be in it was in it. However, the programme could use a bit more life to it. Many felt that it felt rather sudden and ended too abruptly. Oh, and the food! While we, the seniors, do appreciate that the organisers thought that being served was a better option, better food from a buffet would be hollistically preferred over. But hey, last year it was served and it wasn't that bad, so serving isn't so bad.

To those involved in organising the event, a big pat on your shoulders and you have the seniors' grattitude.


The ex-excos' reserved VIP table (hehe), with the discipline committee squeezing in


5th Student Council members, you rawk man, you rawk!

For more pictures, visit:
http://aikolovesyou.blogspot.com/
http://simplifiedlove-.blogspot.com/


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ESPLENDOR: Seniors' Prom Night

Ok ok, it's prom. End of story. There's really not much to talk about, other than the fact that the male emcee sounds totally brainless. I mean, really, where do they get this guy? Mental institution having an offer? So if you want to get more scoop on the prom, go to other blogs. Not like it helps since everybody just put pictures.

Another side comment. Some people just don't get the idea that it's prom. I mean, IT'S PROM!!! You dress nicely because IT'S PROM!!! You don't have to understand it, just keep shouting IT'S PROM!!!

Anyway, me and Mobie ended up stranded along Plaza Singapura. Again. Thank god for us we bumped into a couple more people and headed for the movie theatre, which we found was closed. So he skipped down the road into a pool place. Yeah... Such a thrilling way to end off prom and the end of secondary school life. Seriously, doesn't ANYONE have a sense for a nightlife at sixteen?

After that short game, we went to eat at Lau Pa Sat at 3am in the morning!!! Woohoo! Night life rocks! All you pussies who went home right after prom sux! God do I sound like a brainless party-goer.


The BoBs, and a... What do you call a female Bob? Boobie?


The BoBs with a hairy addition


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Ok, that's all you're gonna get until I get more brains and more sense to write a good entry. Till then, tata!

Night life rock!
*hick*

Synthesis

NOTE: This entry concerns students from Yuqun Primary School Class of 6A 2001.



To view or print a copy of the invitation, click HERE

Dear friends

As stated on the entry on Wednesday, 31 August 2005 (scroll down to view), there will be a reunion outing on 10 December 2005. If you have not been contacted, please contact me via the contact number stated in the invitation (click the link to view the invitation).

The details for the outing are available in the invitation. You are also reminded to bring basic neccesities (change of clothes, towel, soap, beach mat, playing equipment, etc) for your own convenience.

The activities for that day will include water games, group games, lunch... Well, it's the sun, sand and sea out there, so you get the picture. Those with medical conditions or health restrictions (excludes refusal to be dumped in the water) must inform me (you-know-who) prior to the event. Ending time may vary.

Alright, I hope to see all of you guys there.

Signing out.

P.s.: For those interested, here's the link for the Yuqun memorial that I made in P6
http://www.geocities.com/slytherin_basilisk/yuqun.htm

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Baiklah, untuk artikel Hari Raya ini sahaja, saya akan taip dalam bahasa Melayu. WAH!!! Inilah pertama kali saya taip dalam Melayu semenjak kali terakhir saya taip sepucuk karangan. Memang sudah terlalu lama...

Cukuplah dengan kata-kata mengarut di atas itu. Tinngal satu hari sahaja sebelum kita semua menyambut Hari Raya. (perasanlah bahawa di saat ini saya tidak tahu apa untuk ditaip)

Err...

Dalam bahasa Melayu, apa yang boleh dikatakan ya?

Hmmm...

Eh, memang tidak ada idea lah...

Zzzz...

Oi, jangan tidur dahulu...

*menggaru kepala*

Susah lah nak fikirkan idea...

Kerana tidak mempunyai idea, saya akan tulis sahaja tentang apa yang sedang berlaku, telah berlaku dan yang akan datang.

Wah, sudah hampir dua bulan semenjak pos terakhir saya! Bila lihat semula, pos itu di pertengahan peperiksaan prelim. Jauh memang... Sekarang, sudah hampir peperiksaan peringkat O pula. Di bawah, saya telah senaraikan kejadian-kejadian semenjak pos yang terakhir itu:

24 September: Peraduan kad Magic (Ravnica) sebelum keluaran

03 Oktober: Peperiksaan oral peringkat O Perancis

05 Oktober: Permulaan puasa dan bulan Ramadan

15 Oktober: Rumah terbuka NJC

17 Oktober: Permulaan perhentian sekolah untuk ulangkaji bagi perlajar mengengah empat

22 Oktober: Rumah terbuka ACJC

27 Oktober: Peperiksaan praktikal peringkat O Fizik

31 Oktober: Peperiksaan peringkat O Melayu

01 Nobember: Sambutan Deepavali

03 November: Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!

Wah, banyak memnag kejadian semenjak pos yang terakhir itu ya? Tidak sangka saya (suara sarkastik).

Okey, untuk kejadian yang akan datang pula. Untuk budak-budak Melayu yang mmembaca pos ini, ketahuilah yang saya akan menjemput kamu semua untuk jalan-jalan raya pada minggu yang ketiga, yaitu selepas peperiksaan peringkat 'O' telah berakhir. Jangan khuatir, saya pasti akan menjemput kami semua (yelah tu...). Selain daripada itu, tunggulah sahaja untuk berita terkini daripada saya dalam masa akan datang.

Baiklah, sudah sampai ke akhir pos saya kali ini. Saya berharap semoga kamu semua akan menyambut Hari Raya yang meriah, maaf, zahir dan batin untuk apa sahaja salah yang saya telah katakan dan

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Kepada semua yang membaca.

On the darker side

Felt like doing more of those lame quizzes. Quite cool, rather accurate. Enough said, just see. Oh, if you're looking for that piece of ficiton that I just wrote, it's the one below this entry.

Your connection with darkness is through your murderous ways/thoughts. You want to kill, get away with it and do it again and again etc. To be in charge of peoples lives, to decide if someone should live or die makes you feel powerful. And power is addicting. But chances are you haven't commited murder(torture/rape) yet. So far theese thoughts stay inside and haven't come to life. Most people wouldn't expect you to want to do this(maybe close friends/familymembers) since you look just like an ordinary Joe (but sometimes theese types stand out). In school you were likely the quiet one who seemed harmless. Isn't is fun to prove people wrong?


What is your connection with darkness? [pics]

Your soul is broken.

You are living through a lot of pain everyday that you have to deal with, which is making you sorrowful. No one ever stays by our side when you truly need them and no one ever will. Everything is hopeless and tragic and you keep yearning for the day you will be free from pain. Love is unlikely to happen to you because you isolate yourself and are suspicious of peoples motives. You stand in the shadows of the world, watching what you can never have. The bruises you carry never seems to heal, your mind is dark and no one seems to understand or wants to help. As always, you will be alone in the world, fighting your dark thoughts by yourself.


How is your soul? [pics]

Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered, powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see, being fire you are quite strong and powerful, people look up to you greatly and often seek your protection. You have the ability to gain many friends and you are always one people can count on to do what you say you will do. You are extremely loyal be it friends or family you'll stick up for them and you are never willing to put them in a position that could hurt them. You know what roll you play in life, leader, and you intend to let people know it. Not everyone is capable of leadership but you certainly have the willpower and flare to do it. You have quite a temper if it shows itself, one that can often lead you into trouble. Once your mind is made up there is no changing it but no one said that was a bad thing.

What is your element? [with pics + detailed answeres]

You are an assassin.

That means you are a proffessional and do your job without mixing any emotions in it. In your life you have probably been hurt many times and have gotten some mental scars. This results in you being distant from people. Though many think that you are evil, you are not. What you really are is a person, trying to forget your pain and past. You are the person who never seems to care and that is why being an assassin fits you good. Atleast, that's what people think. Even if you don't care that much for your victims, you still have the ability tocare and to generally feel. It is not lost, just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to not get to noticed, and dress in black or other discrete colours. You don't being in the spotlight and wish people would just leave you alone. But once you do get close to someone you have a hard time letting go and get real down if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper

Quote: "The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy" - Jim Rohn

Facial expression: Narrowed eyes


What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]

Your power is: Time Control

Explanation: You have the ability to freeze, push forward or go back in time. In good purposes it is used to prevent bad deeds, and the opposite for evil purposes. As a person your emotional level has been on hold. For one reason or another emotions has reduced and now you aren't so full of life. And of course, this does not sadden you since you could care less. Sometimes though you can be hit by emotioal waves inside but you block it all out. You don't search for something that could make you happy since you have no hope in that area any longer. People probably see you as annoying because you're not involved and just stand there. You probably don't have that many friends either, and you feel like you are with them because that's what you normally do. You stick to your habits and don't appreciate changes.

Negative aspects: One day all emotions are gonna surface again, and that
day will be very painful. Instead it is more wise to start up the emotional
level bit by bit, so it won't come as a big chock.

What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results]

Your word is: Brooding. You are a true thinker and often try to figure out the meaning of life, why we are all here etc. You may not be so social, and often think twice before acting but those thoughts you have in your mind never stop flowing in. Sometimes you can be so concentrated you forget about other things that you have to do. Don't change, this world needs deep people.


What Dark Word Represents You? [anime pics]

Gilded Grimoire #05 - Down the Barrel - Obligation

It's been a lovely weekend for me. In between the bustling of revision, I managed to slip a little petal that's blooming me open. So, yeah, you can say I'm a bit on the emo side right now.

Before going back from West Coast, I went around the park for a whiff of fresh air, with "The Loneliness - Babyface" ringing in my ears while messaging a new cordial acquaintance. It was a momentary bliss, but a memorable snapshot in time.

"You've hardly ever been kissed, but the kisses you've given are very missed."

With such inspiration and emotions running high, I've decided to release another one of my short stories. And boy, was I surprised to realise that the last fiction was in MAY!!! This time I've made 'obligation' the theme, so enjoy!

WARNING: The following fiction contains themes involving war, alcohol and death. NOT for the faint hearted.

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Gilded Grimoire #05 - Down the Barrel - Obligation
A fiction by Seraphim

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Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin! (nipperkin: mug of beer)

- The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy


I gave a cold stare at the man before me. There really was no reason not to. I was the one directing that morbid scene, an intense scene of the powerful over the helpless. It was not mercy that I showed, but something else.

I could have done it quickly, but for some reason a diabolical will within hissed me to do it slowly. As the despair of my prey surged through me, I could not help but shiver as my finger caressed the trigger.

Whatever sanity that I had was wondering at what I was doing in such a situation. Here I was, in the midst of this hellish battlefield, at the edge of victory, savouring a moment with my very own pet enemy. Maybe the bloodlust from the ongoing war was not enough; maybe a little indulgence in sadism was what I was really craving for. Whatever it was, I had my share of the fun now. I was short of reasons to keep him alive any longer.

A snigger slipped by my lips. I prominently cocked the sidearm, making sure that the cocking sound was audible to the both of us. At point blank, I squeezed an eye shut and took aim. My hand wavered around a bit to browse for a satisfying target. Out of ideas, I just decided to go for the head.

I cocked, I aimed, I shot.


But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.

- The Man He Killed


I was no fool. The battle might be lost, but no chance in hell was I going to skip down to hell without company. There was a fool in front of me though. Bloody Americans, always thought that they would win it all. Tough luck mate, not for you at least.

There was no point in living then, it’s either valour on the battlefield or torture in the hands of those bloody Americans. I watched that bastard prepare my ticket to hell, inside me screaming at my allowance for this humility. All was not lost, I reassured myself. I had his ticket to hell down my back. It was my blessing that he did not notice the loaded revolver tucking out of my back pocket. One way trip to hell coming right up.

Expected as it was, there was nothing to prepare me for staring down the barrel of that loaded gun. It was fear in its purest form, as the carnal instinct to survive kicked in. Accepting death was never part of nature’s plan. If I were not on my knees, they would have been nothing better than jelly. There was that damning sound from the gun, and a violent tremble shook through my body. This was it, I thought.

He cocked. He aimed. I aimed. He shot. I shot.


I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although

- The Man He Killed


Not my day I guess. And that would be the last day I would ever have. But I have to admit, that was a nice trick. Making me think that I had won the day, then pulling out the fast one back on me. It was not that bad at least. I died in pleasure from the sadism he granted me in my final moments.

Time really did seem to slow down, as I became part of the final act in that theatre of tragedy. They say your whole life flashes before you when you die. Well, not really. I only got to see the night before. It was a happy memory. My comrades and I spent the eve of the battle like we always did, bar hopping at the nearest town.

It was especially crowded that night. Not just with our men, but there seemed to be others out merry-making as well. There were the usual dose of drinks, cigars, and girls of course. Exhaustion prevented any bedroom activities that night, so we just settled for drinks with the locals.

There was this particular cheery man I happened to be of acquaintance of. Seemed like a local. We talked about life, family, war. What else do people in the middle of a war talk about these days? We never did talk about why we were there, but it was apparent that he was on the same boat as I was. Trying to find a bit of cheer in a graveyard.

That was it then. The ending chapter to my sad story of life. Nothing else to it. I had a final glance at that bastard before my eyes finally closed. Might want to thank him down in hell. Kind to think of it, the face was…


He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.

- The Man He Killed


The look on his face was definitely worthy of the final moments of my life. It sure made all that tension worthwhile. As I was falling down to my final resting place, I felt no regrets. Life was that, a sad excuse to die. Getting a bit of excitement before the end was the most I could get out of it.

I knew that this battlefield would be my deathbed. The cockroaches in the pantry were outnumbering our troops. The atmosphere back at the bunkers was a cold whisper from death itself. I escaped the murder into the heart of the town, to do what any troubled man would do around there: drink.

At least people were more at ease there. Despite all the worries that burdened any soul around there, everybody acted carefree. Had a bit of a chat with the people there. The girls did not seem too willing that night. Even had a real conversation with a foreigner. The drinks were sure not strong enough that night.

As I was falling, I finally looked beyond the barrel of the gun into that bastard’s face. It was a memory happy enough to ease my stay in hell. Kind to think of it, the face was…


Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.

- The Man He Killed


…his. …his.

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Alright, maybe this one is a bit on the morbid side. But what the hell. I felt like it. So what do you think? Comment!

An advice to whoever wishes to hear:

If the love is true, then you would be willing to part from her.
For only if you return, and there is still love, then the love was true.
If you are never willing to part, obsessed with what you thought was love,
Then there was never love in the first place.
Just an obsession.