Doomsday Clock - Chapter 2 - 1979

I am the end product of the 70's. Yes. I am a product. We all are. Our IC numbers are our bar codes. And we all have a expiry date. But is only known by our company - God. However, there are some who decide to expire early...I am one of those who decide to expire early. I think I out-stay my shelve life.

I don't recall my childhood. Is like my childhood never happen and I just skip all that head straight to my secondary school life. Always on a low profile. But somehow, people still know me. Always wanted to get bully just so I can fight back. I never fought anyone before, so like Tyler Durden [Fight Club] said "How much do u knw about yourself, if you never been into a fight?" or something like that. Sometimes I hope that while walking down the street, some punk will pick a fight with me and I will, finally get my hands all bloody. Or my face get bloody. It doesn't matter if I win or lose. I just want to be involve in a fight. So that will be one of my goals before I kill myself this week. To get into a fight.

This is still the first day. I stop my last entry because I need to take a shit. Well if you have to shit, you have to shit regardless whether you going to die or what.

Is about 8pm and I did nothing but watch movie on my compute the whole day. Death never occur to me till now. I turn on the TV, to see what's on the News. I hardly turn on the News as I hate to read about the News. Current affair doesn't interest me. Is always bad news. But sometimes is nice to hear bad news. Is always nice to know that, somewhere out there, someone;s life is much more fuck up than yours. Knowing that makes me happy. But today news seem to be more on the moon. Something about the moon getting closer to earth. Oh great! Just as I was about to end my life this week, Something REALLY happen. Please, don't let it change my plan. I decide to turn it off, course I just don't want to hear any more...I really hate to change my plan. Just as I was about to turn the TV off, I suddenly have the urge to play some Guitar...Hero...

To be continue....

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ShaDy

Enter a world of elves, gnomes, trolls, halflings & more. Your guides for the journey: the calm yet impulsive human fighter - Fei Qi, the powerful half-orc barbarian - Musahaha & the latest addition to their party, a talkative annoying halfing rogue/cleric - Tan Ah Huat. Their company doesn't come without a price though. Find yourself dragged into a dimension of endless battle, dungeons, betrayl and an array of towns with their own distinct "flavour".

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Full Circle - Chapter VII

It was just another regular night in the slumps. Was lucky that day. Some kind lady bought me a meal of canned beef earlier. I was just finishing off the scraps and getting ready for bed when I saw a silhouette appear against the light from the main streets.

At first I couldn’t be sure. It’s been awhile since I returned to the house. It couldn’t be, I thought. What would she be doing, walking along the alley?

The back roads don’t exactly provide safe passage for a solitary female traveler as others of undesirable professions lurk. The others don’t give me and my friends much trouble if we stay out of the way. Nothing more than a kick or two I’ve received now and then. But things are different when other city dwellers are involved though – I’ve seen bad things happen to them… things that I don’t wish to recount. She should have known better than to take such a path.

I held my breath and waited. As the figure came closer, I could make out the features of her face. She looked older, and her hair was no longer red, but there was no mistake. Try as I might, I could never forget her. It was my Princess alright.

Why would she have taken that route that night, I never found out. She seemed to have something on her mind. No, she seemed to be looking for something, peering behind a trash bin or two. Well, I guess that wasn’t the first time she walked that way and she probably dropped something the last time she passed. It doesn’t matter I suppose. I wonder if she would still recognize me if I went up to her. Then again… bad idea.

I suppressed my raging emotions, and resisted all thoughts of revealing myself. Instead, I retreated further into the shadows and let her pass me by, keeping an eye on her every step. I prayed that she’ll get to the end of the passageway without harm.

God must have been sleeping that night.

Full Circle
ShaDy

Have you ever met someone in your life, someone so important, that you knew you will give up everything for? How much are you willing to forfeit for the person you claim you love? How far are you willing to go to prove your feelings? A tale of love, emotional conflict, bravery, selfless sacrifice... and on top of all, undying loyalty.

Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII

Doomsday Clock
Malao

The countdown of a person's last weeks of Life... follow his journey of drug,sex,zombies,rape and guitar hero.

Chapter I
Chapter II

Doomsday Clock

What will you do if you have a week to live? Will you spend it with your love ones? Finish what you left un-finish? Do things you never done before? Maybe fuck as many girls as you can in a day? Or fuck a guy, just for the experience? Or maybe rob a bank? Or kill someone? You see, I only have a week to live. I'm dying. I don't have any illness. Matter of fact, I'm perfectly healthy. So why am I dying? Simple reason...I just want to die. I given myself a dead line. By end of this week, I will be dead. Probably with a rope around my neck. Actually, I haven't thought about how I will end my life. There are many methods to kill yourself and all seem so tempting. I wish I can try them all but this ain't a video game and I only have one credit. Is a one shot deal. So I have to choose wisely.



The question you are asking right now is - why the fuck do I want to kill myself? The answer? Not a clue. Maybe along the way, you figure out why. And when you do, please don't tell me. I don't want to change my plan.



So let's start.



Any given day in any given month of any given year, the doomsday clock begin.



My first day-



Woke up the same as everyday. Which is around 2 in the afternoon. Strange, really. I mean I'm going to die and i still wake up late. Really goes to show that I don't give a shit about my life, doesn't it? So I got up and the first thing I did was to turn on the computer monitor and check my download process. I might be dying but at least, let me catch the latest movie before I die. And I sure as hell don't want to wait for our local release. It might be too late. Afraid of getting caught? Dude, I'm dying. You think that will be a problem? You see, I like movies. Man, do I like movies. I can talk about movie the whole day. But then I ain't got the whole day, so I spare you the torture. If you are wondering, shouldn't I be at work? Then you slap yourself in the head for asking that question course you realize "Fuck, you going to die anyway, like you care about working, right?" Well you are wrong. I probably be at work if I have one. See, unlike other people. I won't mind working even if my life is about to end. That's the best part actually. You can go to work and give attitude to anyone you like or dislike. I mean don't you want to do that? To go work just to piss people off? Instead of not going to work and not pissing them off.



So wait a minute. You ain't working. Yes I ain't working. Been a seeking for a job for months. Let me give you an advice. Meet more friends. The more friends you meet, the higher chance of getting a job. You see friends know friends who know people who works in a company who seek people but they not going to publish an ad. in the newspaper, probably save cost, so decide to ask their people to see if they got friends to recomend. So one plus one and you get a job. I don't have much friends...hence no job. Stupid logic. I know.



Hmm friends. I hate to meet friends. Especially those I haven't met in years. They usually come out with questions that fucking irriate the shit out of you. "Hi, so what you been doing?" What I do is none of your business. Really. Normally, I just give them the "Oh nothing much" answer. And then went straight to "So what about you?" Even thought I have no interest in knowing what they do but it beats telling them what I do...which is nothing and then questions like "So you seeking for job?" and stuffs like that....which irriate the shit out of me more. You see, I know the shit I'm in...I don't need people to tell me the shit I'm in. And another best thing about friends is, they tend to have some mind reading skills. When you got a job, you don't hear from them at all. When you out of a job, they knock on your door.



This story will continue during these few days, before I kill myself.

Chapter VI

I do not wish to go into details. The emotional pain is a tad too hard to bear.

In short, I left.

It is amazing that I even had the strength to walk away. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done my entire life. After an incident that ended with Elisabeth yelling at me to get out of the house, I simply departed from the place that I’ve called home for years, and told myself never to look back.

But look back, is what I did – countless times. However, the family never found out, as I kept myself unseen, lurking in the shadows like a predator stalking its prey. I never meant them any harm though. All I wanted was to watch the little girls grow up… and of course, to catch a glimpse, no matter how fleeting, of my lovely Princess. I missed them all bitterly, and I wonder if they’d ever thought of me. I wonder if anyone even attempted to look for me.

Anyway, the girls blossomed and Elisabeth seemed happy. That was all that matters.

I made my home in one of the alleyways, and managed to keep myself alive somehow – feeding on scraps from the city dumpsters, stealing food from the streets stalls & relying on the charity of others.

The winters were cold and harsh; the summers wet and unpredictable. Somehow, I kept myself alive. By then, I had already given up hope that I will return to the nice warm house that I spent most of my youth in. Frankly, I have no idea what it is that gave me the will to live. It would have been easy to simply lay down and die… but I guess survival is the basic instinct every man and beast is equipped with the minute they enter this world.

I had help though. I didn’t simply do that all alone. In time, I made a few friends out of my fellow street urchins and they taught me how to survive on the streets – what to do, and what not to do.

Life was hard, but I got by day after day.

And it wasn't till years later before our paths ever crossed again.

Chapter V

Well, looking back, maybe it was simply not to be – like many other things in Life.

They eventually got married in a simple church ceremony. Pierre and my Elisabeth. I still remember how radiant she looked on her wedding day. The veil barely managed to hide her wide smile underneath as the vows were exchanged. I wish I could congratulate her with all my heart – to let her know how glad I was for her, despite the conflicting numbness I felt deep inside, but the words simply won’t come out. All I could do is gaze at her, hoping that somehow she’ll understand.

A year, then two passed. I stayed in the background, silently watching over her. Ready to come to her aid should Pierre’s almost-perfect character be simply a façade. Much as I hate to admit it, I had no complaints. I could see that my Princess was happy.

Then the kids came along. Baby Emma was followed by baby Emily a year later.

Both girls were beautiful, with flowing red hair, enormous green eyes and that megawatt smile – like their mother. I loved them as if they were my own. Sadly, due to my disability maybe, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near them.

“Not till they are older,” mentioned Elisabeth. “I know you wouldn’t hurt them, but I’d rather not take any chances.”

I don’t know if Elisabeth knew it, but those words hurt. It felt as if someone had stabbed me with a knife earlier and all she did was twist it. I swallowed my emotions and tried not to think too much about it. Of course I respected her wishes. I didn’t want her angry with me. So all I could do was simply gaze from afar. I hope the girls grow up soon. I wonder how they’ll react towards me.

That was something I never found out.

Heroes or Villains

I fucking love 'Heroes' the series. Probably the best series on TV now. I never got into '24', simply because you really can't miss a single espiode of it for the whole bloody season! Not that is a bad thing, especially if you caught it on the first episode. But if you are a noob and jumping into it now is like walking into movie midway without knowing what the fuck is going on.

For 'Heroes', well I ain't actually talking the series. I'm talking about their powers. For those cavemen out there, search around the net for more details on 'Heroes'.

Powers. Who the fuck doesn't want power? Everybody want powers! But the question is not whether you want power. The question is what power do you want?

Here are a few choices and all of them can be seen in the series 'Heroes'.

[1] Spontaneous regeneration - In other words - Healing. Think Wolverine. The power to heal yourself. Now that's a great power to have. You don't have to worry, sleeping on the road in the middle of the night. Course, you won't die even a big fucking semi truck drove over you. You heal! However, according to 'Heroes', one will die if a sharp object is pierce into your skull and if nobody takes it out, then you will remain 'dead'. And in one issue Wolverine was killed by The Punisher [is a What If issue] when Wolfy shock himself to death while fighting with the Punisher. So I guess no matter how tough you are or how fast you heal, you are still human. Is this a power you want?

[2] Phasing - The ablity to pass thru solid objects. Now this is a peeping tom's dream come true. No more standing outside some screw up area peeping at some girls undressing from far. Simply shove your head into some restroom wall and sneak a peep. Also an idea power for crooks and murderers. From the way I see it, this power is meant for bad guys. I can't find any reason a good guy will want this power.

[3] Precognition - The ablity to see the future. Probably a news reporter dream power. Who doesn't want to see the future? Especially great for 4D buyers but then, you do not have the ablity to control what future you want to see. And do you really want to see the future? You might not like what you see.

[4] The ablity to bend space and time - Now here is a power that really kick ass. You can stop time, you can teleport to many different places and you go to the future and back. Is a dream power for everyone. Free travel. Hey I want to go to Japan, fuck! The ticket is expensive, let's fucking teleport! Or holy shit! I'm going to be late for work! Freeze Time! or teleport! Awesome power to have!

[5] Telepathy - Imagine you can hear what people think. Cool, right? Now imagine hearing nothing but negative shit about you? Uncool, right? Or constant nagging from your wife. Even when she's not talking. Unless you can control it, if not...good luck!

[6] Self propelled flight - The ablity to fly. Like Superman! But just the flight power, no superhuman strength. Great for saving cost on transport and also great for Green Peace members.

[7] Power mimicry - Now this seem like a great power, right? The ablity to copy other people's power. And then you can use their power any time you want. Cool, right? But honestly, is the stupidest power to have espeically if nobody else have any super power. So what's the point of copying other people's power if there is no power for you to copy in the first place?

[8] Technopathy - Manipulate technology. So your computer is down and you got no money to fix it. No worries. Use your power and viola! Computer is back on! You short of cash? No worry, head to the nearest ATM machine and use your power! Viola! You are loaded now! Nice, huh?

[9] Superhuman strength - Don't really see the point of this power unless you interested in putting your name in some Guiness World Record for carrying elephant with one hand.

[10] Invisibility - Another great power for peeping tom/rapist/mudererer/crooks and the likes.

[11] Cyberpathy - The power to intercept messages, like phones/sms/msn. Pretty useless unless you want to work for the Government or you some auntie who like to listen to other people's conversation.

[12] Memory removal, Power negation - Yeah is together. This guy in 'Heroes' have these powers. The memory removal is good, especially if are the type who have a partner and tends to flirt. If you ever get caught, the power comes pretty handly. For the power negation, unless you come across someone else with power, till then is pretty darn useless.

[13] Curative ability - Well you can cure plants and stuffs...I guess? I only see the power being use once on 'Heroes' and the guy was healing a dying plant to life. So if that's what it does...I guess is great for garderners. LOL

[14] Mind control - Another great power to have! The ablity to control other people's thinking. Great for flirts, I guess. Also great for getting strangers to give you money.

[15] Radiation manipulation - Eh...unless you want to be a loner? I mean radiation for crying out loud? Who the fuck wants to be near you?

[16] Multiple acquired abilities - Kind of like copy power except the guy in 'Heroes' have to slice someone's head, to eat their brain in order to get their power. Obviously for the psycho killers out there. And again, pointless if there is no other people with power. I think Hannibal will be happy to have this power even if there is noone out there with power.

[17] Illusion casting - Neat power...especially great if you are a magician. Or again for those who seeks a crime lifestyle.

Well that's it. There's more but for now these are the one. So which power do you want if you have the choice of getting one? For me? I go for HIRO.

Chapter IV

Things changed when she went to college. That was a year after the fateful accident.

I knew how difficult it must have been for her. On top of juggling school work, she worked evenings and weekends at a local club. At school, Elisabeth became friends with this group of people her age. Gradually I saw less of her. She started to spend more time hanging out with her clique, staying out late... even not coming home at times. Occasionally her friends will drop by for a sleepover. They were polite towards me, but that was about it. I never could become part of that circle.

I started to feel left out of her life. She no longer confided in me. Instead, she would spend hours on the phone with one of her friends if there was something on her mind.

The time I spent with her simply diminished. We no longer went for the long walks that we used to take together after dinner. We barely even have dinner together anymore. Guess that is just normal. She does have the right to a normal life after all. I should be thankful that she even continued to pay any attention to me.

Things just got worse when Elisabeth got to know this guy, Pierre.

Maybe it was due to jealousy, but I never did like him.

Pierre was fresh-faced, clean-cut and blonde – like one of those smiling college poster boys with a set of pearly white teeth you would see in a recruitment ad. According to Elisabeth, he was one of the most widely-sought after seniors among the campus’ female population – wealthy, intelligent and the kind every girl would love to bring home to the parents.

I shouldn’t be complaining. He treated her well. As far as I can remember, he never made her cry.

Guess I was just selfish. I should have been happy for Elisabeth – that she managed to find someone who is capable of taking care of her for the rest of her life, but deep down, I simply could not find the strength to accept him. Especially since, Pierre did not like me.

He never did show his disdain for me openly, but I could see it from the way he looked at me. It was as if I was a burden whom he could not wait to get rid of. I was always sent out of the room when he came over to spend the night. Occasionally, I was even told to leave the house for a couple of hours – to take a walk outside all on my own. Even during winter, it happened.

I started to resent Pierre.

If it wasn’t for him, my Princess wouldn’t have treated me this way, or would she?