It’s had been a long day, and Gerrad had been looking forward to the end of it. The job he was in was extremely frustrating, considering that he had such fierce bosses and even worse clients. As for his colleagues, no comment was needed. With the amount of back stabbing and politics being played, it came as a surprise that no blood had been spilt. At least, not yet. Every day was a struggle, and Gerrad felt that he was fighting a losing battle. Not one to give up easily though, he gritted his teeth and fought on.

Walking along the street back to his apartment, he felt a sense of uneasiness fill him. It was a familiar feeling, for his block was found in a remote part of town. Wanting to avoid prying eyes, he chose to live there, and had done so for 30 years. It was considered normal to him to feel unease. However, this time, it was no ordinary feeling; it was something... out of the ordinary. Gerrad could not tell where. And somehow, it filled him with dread. Swinging around, he saw nothing, except for a drunken old man holding a beer bottle, singing to himself. ‘I must be getting tired,’ he thought, as he turned back around once more. Instead of the road staring back at him, a masked man stood in front.

“Hello Gerrad, long time, no see.”

Gerrad’s world turned black.

"writing a letter was never my strong point. i had too many memories, yet too little space on a piece of paper to pen them all down. but with the impending doom that came closer and closer every day, i was forced to write down what i had to say before the cops got here.

it was a whirlwind the last few days. first being accused of a murder i didn't commit, i had been made a fugitive within a night. taken into custody, i was forced to assault an officer just to escape the almost already decided death sentence. i mean, the foreign minister's brother was a close friend of mine, why in the world would i murder a friend? however, the evidence all pointed to me, so it was "certainly a crime of passion", as they said. i have to say that they were ALMOST right. i did love her. however, i put down the hope of having her for my own ever since she got married. we remained friends. now, i am on the run with no one to trust but myself.

and her.

grabbing a pen, i started scribbling. halfway through the message, i heard the sirens from far out. not good. writing the last words, i added something that would probably not mean anything to her but tons to me. climbing out of the window, i ran off into the night, hoping like hell that she would find the letter i left her before those cops did.."

signing off,

Serge

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signing off,

Serge

"i cursed the air as i continued to fire somewhat blindly into the fray, hearing screams floating around the air and starting to get cold feet. silhouettes continued to pour forth from the bush, and it never seemed to stem. my men were being slaughtered, and i could do nothing about it. the perimeter was breaking, and my  men were running from the field of carnage that had formed in a matter of minutes. they were hardened men like i was, conscripted into the army with nothing but a gun and several clips to seperate the living from those sent to see the almighty in a mushy mess.

but hardened men were also brittle.

being a field sergent had always haunted me till this day. every man lost was a huge rent in my heart, for i had known all my men well. though probably an ass in their eyes, they knew i always tried my best to keep them alive, no matter the situation.every scream, every mumble.. was heart wrenching. imagine having to see your men whisked off to see death before your very eyes, and not having the power to prevent that from happening. it's like having your baby dying of a disease and not knowing what to do. it made my blood boil.

screaming more orders into the vox-unit, i dived for cover. reloading once again, i saw that my ammuniton was running low. cursing under my breath, i continued to fire off into the wilderness, hitting everything yet nothing at the same time. looking around, i suddenly realised that our right flank was extremely exposed. sending 2 of my most experienced men to fill out that gap, i ran from tree to tree to check out the situation around us. my men were laying down good suppression fire, but there wasn't enough ammunition to last the fight. hoping against hope, i started to pray.

an explosion to the left caught my attention. breaking out of my prayer, i glanced in that direction. a huge crater had formed where the greenskins had majorly gathered, and the greenskinned wave had halted. looking everywhere, the source of the explosion finally appeared. through the howling wind i had failed to hear the trudging of more feet at our backs. it seemed that reinforcements were here, and i was screaming for joy. joy that my men were saved. joy that those greenskins were going to bite the dust. joy that escalated to pure elation. an elation that came from the knowledge that our prayers were answered. an elation that told me that those greenskins were going to pay, and pay big. shouting orders into the vox-unit, my men pushed forward, shooting down the routed greenskins as they fled for the hills.

firing at the last of the silhouettes as they disappeared down the treeline, i ordered a cease-fire. it was time to count the dead and the wounded, and i hated it.

the winds started to blow once again. damn, i still wish i had those scarves."

to be continued...

signing off,

Serge

"walking through a feet of snow, i coursed through the blizzard, unable to even open my eyes and look around. with only the trudging of my companions heavy boots behind me i move ever forward, not knowing what horrors of the war i may encounter on the way.

the wind started to blow hard, and that was definitely not a good sign. our enemies were freaks with extremely sensitive noses, and even a whiff of a hair on our backs would send them into a bloodied frenzy. the only advantage we really had was the radar, but with the blizzard going about, sound wasn't going to help at all. checking my hand-held for the umpteenth time, all i saw on the screen was fuzz. swearing heatedly, i trudged on, gasping through the sub-zero air and snow beating down on my cheeks. somehow i knew i should have had brought extra scarfs.

a crack on my left alerted me to an ambush before even one struck. screaming over the wind, i opened fire into a clump of bushes, with a blood-curdling scream the only indication that i had found my mark. with the trap sprung, the xenos rush out, holding an assortment of weaponry i had never seen before. shouting orders down my vox-unit, i continued to fire with the accuracy of a veteran that had fought in every front available. years of war had turned me into the hardened man i am, and i wasn't about to let those xenos take me down without taking at least a couple of them with me..."

to be continued...

signing off,

Serge

......the whose line cast. they really are good....  imagine being able to be on stage and coming out with the world's funniest jokes without even having to bat and eyelid. that's the power of the whose line cast. omg... that really is the best thing to see in your life. if you do get the chance, do see them in action in youtube.... it's mind blowing.

\went to resh's house on sunday, had a really good time there. other then actually being a prankster to poor huiling (made her air pressure chair sink halfway during singing, made her laugh and tear cos of the sudden shock). i also had a chance to sing, though i have to admit that i was kinda shy to. however, i did pucker up to the mike after a while... and it was certainly enriching. and now, it's gotten me addicted. oh, and one more thing, since i never really heard ze sing before( other than the times where she sang during the a cappella), i'd say that she's really good! hehehehe, i never knew... should train a bit more, then can go american idol liao. what a big hoo ha that would do for singapore. imagine, singaporean winning american idol... wow. oh and huiling was good too! really good... resh too. too bad the baeys didn't want to sing... all they did was to turn the karaoke session into a big joke fest. nvm, it was all fun... after that at around 9.30, we stopped crooning and went on to talk crap for another 1/2 hour, which was also really fun! hehehehe.. i look forward to the session yet again...

ok... time for me to sign off... i wanna go get some stuff. heh...

signing off,

Serge

i really screwed up this time.. i thought it would be a fun time together, and with all the dynamic youth that i had actually invited to my house for the movie screening tonight, but it all tured out into a disaster. i couldn't get my dvd to play in english, food wasn't enough, drinks spilt, and lots of people in the end started talking during the show, when all went right. damn. and i soooo wanted to watch this show. now, i think it's one of the worst shows in the world, except for a well placed shotgun shot. bah.

signing off,

serge.

Q1 Single, taken, crushing?
Crushing... poor lady, i pity her.

Q2 Are you happy with your life now?
damn well not. cos i sprained my ankle and thus i can't go out.

Q3 When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?
i guess so.

Q4 Have you ever had your heart broken?
yep. definitely

Q5 Do you believe that there are circumstances where cheating love is acceptable?
never.

Q6 Have u ever talked about marriage with another before?
nope. too young.

Q7 Would you ever consider adoption?
sure, why not? if i can't make 'em, let others make them for me.

Q8 If someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?
if that person likes me, it depends on whether i like her or not. if i don't, i'll just make my feelings known pretty clear and i guess i won't beat around the bush. if i do, same thing i guess.

Q9 Do you enjoy getting into a relationship?
hmm... tough. perhaps a yes?

Q10 Be honest, what is the furthest thing that you and you ex did?
a kiss in the bedroom that's all i guess.

Q11 Do you believe in love at first sight?
yep. i do... though i would prefer it to be a slow boiling one... then got more flavour.

Q12 Are you romantic?
i guess a bit here and there... i like walks on the beach with a nice sunset and also shopping for good stuff when needed... so i guess i am both a romantic and a practical guy.

Q13 Do you believe you can change someone?
i think only by changing yourself can you really change another.

Q14 If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?
i'd like some place quiet. away from the hustle and bustle of the cities.

Q15 Do you give in easily when u are fighting?
i guess not... i will never go down in a fight. BUT if i see the point in the other side's argument and agree with it, i will stop.

Q16 Do you have feelings for someone right now?
yes.

Q17 Have you broken a heart?
yep... that was 4 years ago.

Q18 If one day, your best friend falls in love with the person u are deeply on love with, what will you do??
wish them the best of luck, then bite my tongue. nah... i will really wish them the best of luck.









then i will curse the lucky guy to hell.


signing off,

Serge

it's seriously high time that i had blogged, if not i would have closed down this thing a long time ago. ok, time for a little update.

just heard that the bf youth will be going into a recess for a while, and that is not a really good thing to actually know i would say. reasons for the recess i do know, but i wouldn't say here. and all youth who know my blog, don't bother asking me why. i will not say why unless the upper levels are willing to actually share it. it actually saddens me that it will go into recess as the bf youth has been a place of solace and warmth for me over the past few years, but oh well, like the chinese saying goes, " there is no party that never ends." haiz. just hope it reopens soon.. heard that it would be in recess for only about a month.. can't wait!

secondly, i noticed that i normally blog whenever i am in a bad mood only, and i think that it's a really good way to destress, especially since i am cooped up in a house that is a typically chinese family, always the "it's the holidays, must continue to upgrade yourself!" mood. i mean, can't we just all take a good break? it's the holidays for a good reason, as for the last 3 months at least our lives have been spent on trying constantly to 'upgrade' ourselves through school. holidays are there for a reason! the education system must have put it there so that children and teens and working people can have a day or a week OR a month off to actually ENJOY THEMSELVES. man! what people actually keep doing in order to keep themselves from rest and relaxation.. that also maddens me. DAMN.

anyway, it's time for bed... good night everyone.

signing off.

Serge.

zzz.

Can you name 11 people you can think of right offthe top of your head?

Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11people...

This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first...
No Cheating!!!

1) Brother
2) Lena
3) Huai Yeek
4) Roxanne
5) Katherine
6) THOWIE!!! (blankie!!!)
7) Wei Zhang
8) Wen Jie
9) Perry
10) AGGIE
11) Jean


How did you meet 10?
During the first Soracco concert. hehehe.



What would you do if you had never met 6?
i would have lived a much better life.


What would you do if 6 and 2 dated?
OMG. die. 8 years apart!!!!



Have you ever seen 4 cry?
nope. and i hope she won't for eternity.



Do you think 1 is pretty?
HELL NO.


Tell me something about number 11.
just got to know her not long ago...so can't really say.



How do you know 8?
he's a good friend of mine from what, 2 years ago? hehehe.



Would you ever go on a date with number 5?
nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.



What's 7's favorite color?
blue? i think.



What would you do if 2 confessed he/she liked you?
SHE'S MY GOD SISTER. OF COURSE SHE LOVES ME. hehehehehe.



Fact about 9:
he's a PLANT.



Who is 6 going out with?
his guitar.


Who is number 5 to you?
a great friend, someone really bubbly.



Would you ever live with 11?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.



Is 2 single?
Yep!



How much does 3 mean to you?
peanuts. nahhhh... she's a cool cousin to me... and DAMN pretty too. why she keep saying not pretty!!??



What do you think about 1?
hardworking and extremely upright.

What do you dislike about number 10?
nothing! hehehe.



Favorite Memory with 6?
he talking about his BLANKET!!!!




*note:
all these ppl whom i've listed are just ppl whom i get in contact recently, so they appear in my dictionary. No offence yeah?