My 1st Night Cycling Experience!

Dear God

Thank You for a wonderful outing last night with Boon Kiat, Mikki, Jordan and Sweekeng! Thru this outing, i realised tat Jordan really isn't a bad guy at all, it just depends on the company he mixes with.. in fact i think he'd make a good member if someone just teaches him the right values.. i don't know him very well, but he claims he's been praying for the whole inertia to get saved all the time.. thats a good attitude. He's just playful and a bit crude..

Anyway the cycling experience was fun! Although Swee Keng n me had leg cramps a few times, and on the way home, BOTH his legs cramped, we had a good time talking about living the Christian life, and the Great Tribulation, and how we must quickly get our family n friends saved, n i really pray that i said the right things to both of them!

I have only 2 hours sleep, now rushing for cell group, so please strengthen me Lord! Your Word says that the joy of the Lord is my strength, and Phil says I can do all things thru Christ who strengthens me, so please give me the energy to last thru the day!

In Jesus name I pray
Amen!

End of Days 5 - Story unfolds

Meanwhile, back at the basement of the church, where everyone thought it was safe...

"Hold her down!!" yelled Pastor Charmaine. Burly Shawn Connery and Lionhartz pinned the woman down as she screamed and spit saliva, as if possessed. Meryl shivered. This was the 10th case of insanity in the hour.. or is it simply just insanity? Where they being possessed?? Worse still, were they changing into something.. not human anymore??

The rabid woman strained her neck and tried to bite Shawn, ripping his long sleeve with her jaws. "Hey that shirt is expensive!" moaned Shawn. Trying to crack a joke in the midst of dire situations was his specialty.. Along with being a combat medic. He inserted a huge injection into her arm to sedate her, and within a few minutes the woman's eyes were half closed, and although she still snarled and groaned, her body became limp and unactive. Still it was disturbing. A normal human would have been knocked unconscious by the huge dosage of anaesthetic within seconds! But the woman was still trying to struggle against it!

"AARRGGHH!" a man was knocked flying into the air, as a skinny guy went crazy and started attacking people, seeming to suddenly possess inhuman strength! He bared his teeth and snarled like a fierce beast! People backed away hurriedly, while Rachel and Meryl wasted no time and brought a fire-extinguisher onto the back of his head. It connected with his skull with a sickening thud, but still the guy merely shrugged it off, and blood streaming down his face, turned around and roared! He grabbed Rachel and she screamed, his mouth opening to take a bite out her.. (A bite??! What on earth is happening!! Meryl was frozen in fear.)

BLAM!!

A bullet hole appeared right in the middle of the man's forehead, and he collasped to the ground. Rachel was crying in shock and Meryl comforted her, while the crowd of survivors turned to see who fired the gun.

Samuel Wolfwood had returned with Clarence and Kenneth. Outside, 4 dogs lay sprawled on the floor of the lobby, riddled with bullet holes. The transformation had already taken place, and Wolfwood would leave nothing to chance. The 3 of them walked down the stairway and began firing at anyone who expressed pain at the temple or who was glaring savagely at them. Kenneth put a hole between the rabid woman's eyes, when Pastor Charmaine shouted, "Are you all insane!! Stop this slaughter at once!!"

Wolfwood looked sorrowfully at her. "We're sorry, but this has to be done. Listen to this!" He switched on the television on the main LCD screen.

"... disable them is to severely damage the brain. Anyone who is attacked should immediately seek medical treatment within an hour. Doctors and specialists believe that the shockwave emitted sound waves similar to our nerve patterns, thus affecting certain people, causing them to lose control of their consciousness and engage in survival behaviour of seeking out food. Anyone who exhibits symptoms of painful headaches, extreme hunger pangs, and violent tendencies, please report to the nearest hospital.."

Click! Wolfwood switched the channel.

"...reporting live from Bishan. Hordes of gangsters have caused social unrest, attacking every citizen they see, apparently biting and eating him! This cannibalistic symdrome is believed to be brought about by the magnetic shockwave which devastated much of the world earlier.. oh my gosh!!
Blam! Blam!
Police have begun opening fire at the gangsters, and yet they seem to have not much effect!
Blam blam blam!! RRoooaaarrrr!!!
We have to evacuate the scene! Once again, this is Grace Lim, reporting live from.."

Click.

"Now you see?" Wolfwood said. "We have no choice, its either them or us. They've become nothing more than animals, no, worse than that... they've become.. zombies."

The whole hall of people were stunned. It seemed like a bad movie, it all seemed so surreal. And yet here lay people dead from shots in the head, who has attacked them mere minutes ago. It was really happening, and they were all powerless to stop it.

Meryl had only one thought, oh no, where is Vash and the rest of our friends?

End of Days 4 - chaos, chaos, everywhere..

Bourne Kiatz slowly regained consciousness. His lay sprawled at the side of a road, bruises all over his arms and legs, but thankfully only superficial injuries were sustained.

"Oww man.. what happened.. ouch!" He slowly tried to stand up, rubbing the gravel off his wounds. He looked around him and realised he was somewhere along the highway. "Oh! Now I remember!" he exclaimed. He had been cycling along the road when suddenly a bus veered dangerously toward him, and he threw himself to the side of the pavement to avoid being crushed by the bus. "My bike?? Where's my bike!!" He scanned the area frantically for his beloved $3000 bicycle. Then he found it lying in a ditch, very dirty and scratched up, but more or less alright. He ignored the chaotic scene around him, and ran toward his precious bike, when he realised he was merely a few meters away from where Mikki Monroe stayed. "Better check on her to see if she's alright!"

He carried the bike up the long flight of stairs to her block of flats, and to his dismay, the lifts were all not working. He lifted the bike again and carried it all the way to the 9th floor where Mikki stayed. That was when he finally began to notice the chaos and confusion all around him. It was not even dawn, and yet everyone seemed to be awake, there was several people fighting small fires, and several ambulances bringing injured people to the hospitals, massive car pile-ups, and in the distance, even a smoking building, as a plane had evidently crashed into it! Bourne blinked and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't having a nightmare.

Knock knock knock!! "Mikki! Open up! Mikki?"

After a few minutes, a teary faced young girl answered the door, still sobbing and sniffing in fright. "Bourne? Oh, am I happy to see you!" Her face lit up and she almost gave him a hug. A friendly face was certainly a sight for sore eyes (literally).

The building began to tremble as another explosion rocked the place. Dust and gravel began to fall from the ceiling. "Come on! We've got to get out, this place looks like its gonna collaspe any moment!" Bourne urgently grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her house, and Mikki had only time to grab her red jacket and water bottle. They scurried down the stairs, when suddenly, a loud KABLAM deafened their ears and the whole building began to shake violently! Another plane had crashed into the very building that they were in!! People began running out of their homes, screaming and shouting in pure fright and panic, pushing each other and trampling over each other, wanting to escape before the whole building fell and crushed them!

"Hold on!" Bourne told Mikki to hold onto his back, while he jumped on his bike. "oh!! you are not going to!!.." Mikki gasped and held on for her life. "Hold ON!!" Bourne kicked the pedals and almost flew down the stairs, the bumpy ride almost making Mikki throw up! 5th storey, 4th storey, 3rd storey.. the building began to crumble as the screams escalated to a feverish pitch!

"YEEEAAAAHHHH!!" Bourne took a risk and jumped off the 2nd floor corrider with the bike, Mikki screaming and shutting her eyes. They were air bourne for about two seconds, as the world behind them exploded and crumbled into dust, ashes and smoke!

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Vash had already picked up Swen and Wendy, and was on his way to meet Lance when they first met those things.

Swen King was excitedly assembling a new weapon which he had invented, modelled after a powerful weapon in Doom, the plasma rifle. Canisters of plasma charges hung round his neck, as he mumbled to Vash non-stop about the weapon. "One blast from this baby is enough to knock out a small group of attackers stone cold! One canister packs about 50 rounds of plasma charges! I can't wait to try it out--"

"Watch out!" Wendy shrieked, as Vash jammed the brakes as he saw 2 figures suddenly emerge from the shadows. "Oh crap!"

It was too late of course, a Spyder travelling at 130 km/h with enough horse power to ram a hole in a brick wall. Tires burned rubber to no avail. There was a sickening "THUD" and the bonnet of the car rammed straight into the 2 figures, and jerked to a stop, throwing the bodies a good 20 meters ahead of the car.

Wendy's face had turned ashen white in shock. "Oh God.. no.. no.."
Vash's face remained calm, but his knuckles on the steering wheel had gone white from his intense grip. He slowly let go of the wheel, stepped out of the car and headed toward the 2 bodies, which were surely dead.. Swen quickly put down his plasma rifle and went to comfort Vash, while Wendy was alone, trembling in the car.

"I.. I'm sorry..." Vash kneeled at the broken bodies and tears rolled down his face. It was a mother and her daughter. Swen tried to calm him down, "Come on! They ran out of nowhere! Nobody could've seen them coming, they were running so fast from out of those bushes.." A flash of thought raced throught their minds. The mother and daughter had terror striken eyes even in death. They were running.. but from who? Or from what?

"AARRRGGGHHH!!!!" a shrill scream broke the silence behind them.

"Wendy!" Vash and Swen spun around, and headed back. A small crowd of about 8 gangsters had surrounded the car, pushing and shaking it, scaring Wendy out of her wits!

"Oh no you DON'T touch my car!" Vash grabbed the collars of 2 guys and yanked them backwards, and delivered a roundhouse punch to a 3rd. Swen had merely charged himself at the other 4, ramming the first in the stomach, pushing them all tumbling to the road! The last guy barely had time to react before Vash delivered a punch to his chin and the poor thug's neck snapped back before he collasped to the ground. "Wendy! You alright?" She muttered an inaudible answer. Swen recovered himself and stood next to Vash, ready to kick some serious @$$.

That was when they noticed that 3 of the gangsters were missing a limb. 2 of them had clothes burnt to a black cinder, and another 2 were bleeding all the way from the neck down. One of them gurgled, one of them actually roared. They slowly began to pick themselves up from the road, and advanced toward Vash and Swen.

Vash and Swen glanced at each other, realising these guys were really tough! They had taken such a beating and yet could still swagger toward them in the offensive!

"No enough? Come get some!" Vash punched one in the gut, pulled out a bloodied fist, elbowing another in the throat, and judo-slammed another one onto the road! Swen got into the action as well, kicking 2 guys with his right foot with a roundhouse, then jump kicked a third straight in the face, his boot connecting and breaking facial bones! The moment he touched the ground, he swung his right leg round again and knocked the 4th guy to the ground, lept into the air and did a fantastic "people's elbow" on his stomach with a primal scream, "YEAAAHHH!!" Vash finished the last guy with two punches to the face, and an upper cut to the chin. Crunch! Bone was split. Blood splashed onto his shirt as he raised his fist in triumph. "Ha! You don't wanna mess around with me!"

Wendy was actually cheering from the car, when she noticed more thugs emerging from the bushes! "Guys!! Get back in the car!!"

"What?! More of them?" Swen could not believe his eyes. A small crowd of more than 20 more thugs rambled out of the bushes, moaning and roaring! It was almost animalistic, not the sound of a normal human! They ran back to the safety of the car, and Vash stepped on the pedal, zooming off before the horde could attack them. Vash was panting and perspiration soaked his shirt, when he glanced in the rear view mirror and saw something that made his blood freeze.

The battered bloodied broken bodies of the 8 thugs began to pick themselves up again, and joined the horde in groaning angrily at them.

"Oh... my.. gosh..." Vash, Swen and Wendy choked in their thoughts when they looked at what was in front of the road about 100 meters ahead.

About 50 more thugs, this time armed with wooden sticks and other weapons sauntered toward them, totally unafraid of the speeding Spyder! Vash honked and flashed his headlights at them, but instead got the fright of his life when the head lights illuminated the thugs.

Many had open wounds, some were burnt and charred, rumble and sharpnel sticking into their bodies, blood running freely down their bodies. And their eyes. They were bloodshot and lifeless!

"What do we do??" Wendy screamed at the top of her voice, as the groups converged on the car. Vash looked at Swen, "You wanted to test your thingy right??" "But its still not assembled! Its not been tested! It could very well blow us up!" he frantically gestured by shaking his head. Vash couldn't take it and lost his temper, "Look, do you want to get out of this alive?? Can't you see those 'things'??!! Give it to me!" Swen held on to his invention and replied, "No! Don't you get it?? Its still unstable! It could backfire and roast us instead!!"

The horde of creatures moved ever closer, and were almost within a meter of the car now, as Vash and Swen argued over the weapon, and Wendy shivered in fear prayed, "Oh God, please let some one save us!!"

God, as always, answers prayers.

RATATATATATATTTT!!RATATATATATATTTT!! BLAM BLAM BLAM!!

Gun shots echoed throughout the night, as machine guns and automatic pistols opened fire, ripping through the bodies of the thugs, blowing heads wide open, splattering brains and guts all over the car!

Whooooooosssssssssssshhhh... KABOOM!!!

Someone had even fired a rocket launcher! Body parts flew everywhere, and the car shook with the powerful force of the explosion.

"Who on earth...?" Vash peered through the destruction and smoke to see who their saviour was..

"You gotta be more careful mate! I ain't always able to rescue you, you know?" Lance Pak stood in a rover carrying an empty rocket launcher, smoke still bellowing out of it. In the driver's seat was Dome Rickado holding a smoking USP pistol, and next to him was a tough-looking girl with a red bandana on her forehead and a GPMG Machine Gun in hand, Jiacolate. Well, well.. Vash thought to himself, Hong Kong traid members really do know how to show up in style!

"Lance! Thank God its you guys!" Vash called out in relief. "You wanna come with us to the old church and set up base?"

Lance Pak grinned as he reloaded his rocket launcher. "Yup! And you could say, the calvary has arrived!" He put two fingers in his mouth and gave a sharp whistle.

RRRrrrrrrumbbbbbleee....!! The ground rumbbled a little, as Lance's comrades showed up one by one. Tosh and Nic roared past in Japanese bikes, while Jaws and Death-Huade brought up the rear in another army buggy, accompanied by Jordan in a souped-up Harley Davidson, a double-barrel shotgun slung over his shoulder.

"Now we're ready to rumble!" Lance commented with a handsome smile on his face.

End of Days 3 - Winter Season is here (inspired by Sy Roger's sermon!)

Now before I continue with the story, here's a disclaimer that all persons in the fictional story are based on animae characters from the Jap show Trigun BUT are not in violation of international copyright laws as less than 10% of the actual charater names are used and this is NOT meant for public circulation.

Further disclaimer is that the whole sermon on Winter and the cycle of Seasons will be available on this blog very soon. Go to fourthturning.com to learn more about the future events that will rock the world.. And remember, Jesus is coming back soon!

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End of Days (Part 3)

Chapter 3: Winter Season is here..

"Look out!!You're gonna crash into that wall!!" Kenneth yelled frantically, as the Lexus headed straight into a brick wall in the carpark of Seasons Park Condo. "Oh come on, stop yelling!" Wolfwood smacked his head. But the car was really speeding at 100 km/h into a solid wall, and Vash did not even slow down a bit!

"Hey man... Slow down!! ARGH!!" Kenneth, Clarence and Wolfwood screamed out in unison and thought their lives would end up in a spectacular car crash and closed their eyes tightly.

Screeeeeeecchh!! Tires skidded. No explosion. Nothing at all!

Vash was grinning. They had just passed thru a hollogram image, created to conceal the secret garage that Vash kept. His father would probably have a heart attack if he knew his 23 year old son was maintaining a garage with the latest high tech gadgets, and probably faint if he knew that in his spare time, Vash was really not a university student. He did jobs for special clients and demanded at least $10,000 per job. It wasn't exactly a pretty job, but he thought of it as doing society some good by clearing out some trash.. and even getting paid in the process. "Come on out you guys! Grab as much stuff as you can, we're gonna need these..." he flipped a switch and more walls opened up to reveal a metallic safe. He inserted his thumb and a scanner scanned his eyes. "Good evening sir. Your latest shipment of 100 7.62 armour piercing rounds have arrived, together with two armbrust rocklauchers. 3 contracts waiting for your confirmation."

Wolfwood, Clarence and Kenneth had finally opened their eyes and could only stare in awe at the huge garage and the metal safe which contained enough weapons for a professional counterterrorist squad. Their eyes almost popped out of their head when they saw "Dead Reckoning". An army armoured truck with 2 mounted machine guns, last seen in the movie Black Hawk Down. Their jaws dropped when they feasted their eyes on the sleek black Spyder convertible. "Vash... where'd you get the money for all these??" Kenneth stammered.

"Can you guys focus?? I need you guys to gather the stuff quickly. Clarence, come with me. You're still a computer whizz right?" Vash asked.

"Accused of 357 computer misuse crimes, but never convicted, a 15% share-holding in Creative Technologies and Project Manager for Microsoft SEA Branch, but I really wouldn't consider myself as a computer expert." Clarence humbly answered.

"Whatever. Look, use my laptop and transmit this info over the net, to every goverment office you can think of, heck, let the pentagon and the United Nations know as well, I should've told the ISD earlier... sigh.." Vash plopped a laptop on Clarence, who quickly glanced through the information and turned as pale as a ghost. His fingers were trembling as he hacked through information systems, and he asked, "Vash, if this is true..."

"Yes. We're all about to experience a cruel, merciless season of winter for a long time..." Vash said, while a troubled look crossed his face. No use making them panic, better keep this info from the girls, he thought. He picked up his handphone and checked to see if it was still working. Amazingly, it could still be used. He dialled a few numbers, relying on his memory, searching for old friends whom he trusted, previous partners, and other useful contacts.

Swen King, an expert in electronics and wiring. Lance Pak, the son of a Hong Kong traid leader with his own connnections to the underworld. Wendy Jacob, aspiring business woman with a keen foresight, a gift to see into the future. He would drive the Spyder to pick them up, while Wolfwood drove the other 2 guys back with "Dead Reckoning", weapons and ammunition. His plan was a simple one - create a fortress at the old church, and hold out as long as possible until he could think of a better plan. Too bad Kenneth and Clarence still can't drive, he would have to leave his Lexus behind...

A monitor screen flashed to life, with the image of a grey-haired but muscular man holding a limping woman, knocking on Vash's home main door. "Vash! Open up! Need help!" It was Turtle Teo, and his beautiful wife, Renee Ruso. She appeared to have injured her right ankle. Turtle had his trusty Arctic Warfare Penetrating sniper rifle (AWP) slung over his shoulder, no doubt hidden in a golf bag. Vash smiled in spite of himself. They would be glad to take his Lexus..

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Somewhere in the dessert area of South America..

"10.. 9.. 8.." a mechanical voice started the countdown.

"Sir!! We cannot control the situation any longer! The backup codes do not work!! I repeat, the backup codes do not work!!" a soldier shouted into a microphone. Two other soldiers were busy, scurrying around flipping switches. Pretty soon, the room would feel the vibrations of 20 nuclear missiles being launched into the air. "What can we do sir??"

The line was dead.

"5.. 4.." The soldiers all stopped dead in their tracks and looked helplessly at the radar monitor, tears streaming down their cheeks. This would be the place where World War 3 started, one of them thought. God, please take care of my family.. My poor baby Ruth is only 3 years old..

"3.. 2.. 1.." Red lights flashed on. BEEP!

History was about to be made as 20 nuclear missiles each with the capacity to wipe out land mass the size of Malaysia flew out of the missile silos to unknown destinations. The control room was obliberated in the aftermath, the 3 soldiers on duty fried to a crisp, dying a painless and frightfully fast death.

The same thing was happening in other secret missile silos across the United States. China, France, Iraq and Britain. A total of 150 nuclear missiles were launched between 3-5 am on that morning.

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Turtle tended to his wife's wounds. Apparently during the magnetic impulse, she was using a blender to make some drinks when the electrical short circuit caused the blender's blade to spin out of control, and when she dropped the blender, it sliced into her right ankle. It was now bandaged and Renee felt much better. They got into the Lexus and had just closed the door, when Turtle thought he felt a rumble. A small tremor from the earth. "Nah.. probably just too tired..!" he brushed off the thought of exploding booms, thinking how ridiculous it was, and began to drive to church.

what a crazy weekend!

sunday schedule

8 am - wake up

8.30 am - fetch my fellow cg members to church

9 am - guitar lesson

10 am - new choir members training session

11 am - chior briefing

11.30 - 1.30 pm - service with Sy Rogers!

2 pm - sing for svc 6

2.30 pm - makan with cg

3.30 pm - Bible study

4.30 pm - Pick choir members from jurong point come my house BBQ

5.30 pm - Setting up for games and BBQ

6.30 pm - Lead games

7.15 pm - Start fire, drive out to buy stuff

11 pm - End of BBQ, get ready for PM

12 midnight - pick choir members from house, OPM

5 am - drive members home, go home

6.30 am - check email

7.30 am - sleep

End of Days part 2

End of Days (Part 2)

Chapter 2: Safe in a Crazy World

"Open the gates!! Come on!!" Vash roared at the guards, who scrambled to open the gates for the sleek Lexus to pass through. Already, hundreds of people had ran to seek shelter within the Titanium clad building, confident it would hold out against any possible attack or danger.

Vash skidded the car to a stop as the gates clanged shut, motioning his friends to get out of the car and head for safety. "Get the girls to the basement!" Wolfwood and Vash quickly organised the people to head towards the basement with food and drink, while gathering some men to organise the defence, although against what, neither young man had any idea.

The chaos had been raging for over an hour and a half now, and seemed to be subsiding. Certain electrical gadgets seemed to be working properly again, as thousands of people started to calm down throughout the country, trying to put out the fires and rescue the people injured or trapped by the destruction around them. Yet Vash had a terrible feeling in his gut that things weren't really over, and this was just the beginning.

"Vash! Good to see you here, old friend!" Clarence Coffman, previously Vash's guitar student, now stood before him wiping his sweat off his brow. "Its been one heck of a night."

"Yeah mate! Who'd have thought we'd meet once again in such a situation!" Kenneth Watanabe, the world famous breaker popped up from behind Clarence.

Vash grinned. It was good to see old friends back in this old church. It seemed like years or even decades had passed since they once attended this church together. Now they had a huge multi-storey building in the business district, and seldom came to this place anymore. Vash didn't trust many people, but these were friends he knew he could count on.

"Try to get the TV working, and switch to channel newsasia or CNN.. I want to see how large scale this disaster is.." Vash motioned to his friends.

Suddenly, a woman started screaming in pain, clutching her head as if having a major headache. Her husband quickly caught her in his arms, just before she collasped to the ground, still giving ear-splitting screams and struggling hard. Elsewhere, a young boy started bawling and pressing his hands on his head as well, as his mother tried to comfort him. A few more people began to pressed her palms onto their temples and groan in severe pain, a few collasping to the ground as the pain was too much for them to handle.

"Oh man! Will this night ever end??" Wolfwood immediately kicked into action, helping to drag one screaming man onto mat in the corner of the lobby, where the people with the headaches were laid to rest, and paramedics rushed to attend to them.

"No! Leave him! I need you guys to come with me now!" Vash yelled over the noise.

"Oh alright!" Clarence put down the fire extinguisher and let the job of putting out a small fire to another tired-looking guy.

They got into Vash's car and Vash sped off with a hardened look on his face. Alarms were ringing in his head, was he beginning to get affected by that giant magnetic impulse whatever-thingy as well? No, he had to stay focused on what he needed to do. He stepped on the accelerator harder.

"Where are we going?" Kenneth asked, wishing he was back at the church helping to put out fires and help the injured people.

"Back to my place." Vash replied.

"For what??" astounded, they asked in unison. They were even more shocked at the reply.

"For weapons and ammo." Vash saw the unbelief in their eyes. "Trust me, you'll need it. I don't know how I know, but I just do." Wolfwood saw the cold gleam in his eyes, and realised that despite of how ridiculous it sounded, Vash was right. He leaned back on his seat, trying to get some rest and wondered...

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"what caused the terrible destruction on our island. Electric power is down 50% as more than half of the power stations have been destroyed by the powerful magnetic impulse sent by the earth's core, just hours ago. The prime minister will now issue his statement."

In the basement, people's eyes were transfixed on the giant LCD screen, only a few still tending to those with the painful headache. Meryl asked Rachel, "Are you alright?" Rachel offered a half-hearted smile and replied, "Who can possibly be alright? Listen to him." and pointed at the screen where PM Lee had begun his statement.

"...worst disaster since the SARS outbreak last year. This, however, is not confined to our local country, or even the ASEAN region. This phenomena which occured mere hours ago has affected the entire globe. Our island has been hit sparringly, compared with the level of disasters in other countries. Russia and France have reported of nuclear missile sites exploding or lauching themselves simultaneously, killing thousands of people, costing billions in damage. Various asian countries have reported huge aircraft spinning out of control and crashing into their cities, oil tankers and ships crashing at sea, and massive fire outbreaks at oil drums in our neighbouring countries. Compared to them, we have been merely scratched by this catastrophe.."

"What? Oh the nerve of him!..." an angry mother in tears shook her fist at the prime minister, having lost her son and daughter in an accident not too long ago, her husband putting his hand on her shoulder to calm her down. Meryl remembered the bricks crashing and squashing hundreds of construction workers to death moments ago, and this is just a scratch? Anger swelled up in her too.

"...military, civil defence, fire brigade, police have all been activated to control the situation and help the citizens of this country. The danger is not over yet. Please do not leave your homes unless absolutely necessary to seek medical aid..." Someone switched the channel to sports, where Manchester-Liverpool match was being replayed.

"Roarrr!" A middle-aged woman actually roared, an ugly sound coming from her throat, and then choked and gasped, while still pressing her forehead in pain. Then she bared her teeth and opened her blood-shot eyes for a second, before jerking her head back in pain again and screaming aloud. The noise sent shivers down Meryl's spine.

"GGrrrr..! Woof, woof, woof!!" The guard dogs were beginning to go crazy as well, barking out their lungs, leaping into the air and biting at invisible enemies. A few lights flickered and burst, dimming the basement. Vash, where are you??! though Meryl.

Starting to write stories again! Haha!

Haven't been releasing my creative juices for such a long time, i feel so stiff when writing! haha.. just trying my hand at some stories, hope its interesting enuff for u guys to read! hehz...

End of Days (Part 1)

Introduction

Vash had just finished typing in another blog entry. He sat in front of his computer, starring into space, wondering if life was as mundane as it seemed to be. Day in day out, his only source of entertainment being the wonderful PC. Most of the day was spent mugging stacks of notes, attending boring lectures, or trying to teach bratty students who somehow refused to study for their exams. Weekends were spent going out with friends, catching a movie, jamming on his keyboard, or breaking at the Esplanade. Yeah sure, it seemed a cool life at the beginning, but even the most exciting breakig moves began to bore him. Movies were too expensive, especially with the price hike. Again! How he wished he could give those cinema owners a knuckle-sandwich or two. Or three. There was only one person whom he really cared about and looked forward to meeting every once in awhile. Meryl Destiny - the girl who couldn't stand him one bit at the beginning. They literally couldn't stop quarrelling and often ended up not talking for days at a time. But ever since that special night at the recording of a song, in Vash's car, things changed dramatically. Yet Meryl's commitment to her job and studies gave her little time to worry about "insignificant things" like BGR. Or so she claimed.

But their lives were about to change, and not just their lives, but the lives of the 4 million people living in Singapore, and probably also the 6 billion people living on planet earth

Chapter 1: The Shock

"What is the difference between hearsay and actual evidence.. Hmm.." pondered Vash, as he struggled with his tutorial in the dead of the night. It was about 2 a.m. in the morning, and it was due the next day. He was blasting his IPod to the music of Linkin Park to keep himself awake, when suddenly, the IPod went berzerk and started playing rubbish!

"What the..!" The computer screen flickered once. Then continued flickering and buzzing sounds came from the CPU. The lights in his room were going on and off crazily.

Vash glanced out his window and saw that it was happening all across the city.

His neighbours were awake, shouting at someone to cut the power, while hundreds of lights flashed on and off, even the streetlamps. Along the road, the screeching of car tires and the hair-splitting crash of cars could be heard, as vehicles reared out of control. "Oh crap!!" Vash gaped in horror as a huge fuel truck overturned and skidded right into a row of houses.

Kaboom!! The explosion rocked the neighbourhood, as hundred of people were now fully awake, some shouting, some crying, some running around frantically trying to get help.

"What is going on??" Vash exclaimed. He tried switching on his TV and radio to the news channels, and finally got a signal on the TV. "Remind me never to stay up this late doing homework again!" He sighed as he increased the volume to hear the news caster announce:

Please stay calm and do not *buzz!!* *flicker* panic! Scientist believe that a surge at the magnetic core of the earth is causing *buzzzz!* magnetic impulses *buzz! buzz!* giant shockwaves disrupting all electric equip-*buzz!! flicker* Stay in your homes and do not attempt to operate any electric components, like cars, machines *buzzz* microwaves.. * flicker*

Click.

Vash had heard enough. The best thing to do now was to sit and wait until the chaos was over. Screams pierced the night as another explosion ripped a house into two. Fire raged uncontrolled as the fire engines were stalled.

"I can't just sit here! I'm got to find Meryl!" Vash sat up with a shock. He grabbed his car keys and dashed to the carpark. He thought about it for a split second, then opened his drawer and pulled out a dusty dessert eagle. A .357 caliber handgun with 7 bullets which could pierce through the toughest armour. What did he need that for? "Just in case.."he mumbled as he raced down the stairs, and went to the carpark.

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Meryl was fast asleep when it all happened. In fact, she would have slept through the whole ordeal if it wasn't for the crane that went berzerk at the construction site opposite her house. It released a ton of bricks on the containers where hundreds of construction workers lived!

Crash!! The thunderous sound of brick against metal was so loud, Meryl was forced to wake up.

"What was that??"

"Meow! Meow!" her cat Cammy seemed to be panicking and meowing loudly, scratching at the door as if saying "we got to get out of here!"

"Come here, you.." Meryl moved her cat away and looked at the clock. 2.15 am. Who was making such a raquet! She then realised her neighbours were all awake as well, lights flashing on and off on the streets like some kind of delirious defunct disco.

"Woof! Woof!" "WWWeeee-oooowwww...!" Animals were crying out, as car sirens went off, all without warning, scaring Meryl half to death in her fear-striken state. Outside her door, she could hear people's footsteps running about, talking frantically about hiding in a safe place. She instinctively picked up her cell phone to call Vash.

"Hello..?" No dial tone. Even the phone lines were dead. What could she do now? She tried to switch on the TV, but after a few sparks, nothing happened. "Cammy... what should we do?"

Knock knock knock! "Meryl!! Are you there?" A familiar voice shouted from the corridor outside her house. She flung open the door and gave Vash a hug. Oh no, she noticed his clothes were dirty with dust and soot. What was happening out there? Vash quickly took her hand and spoke in a gruff voice, "Quick, pack whatever you need for at least a week, I'm taking you to somewhere safe!" She stammered, "but.. what's going on..? but.." "Now's not the time for questions! We gotta go!" Vash cut her off and started throwing her stuff into a bag, perspiration dripping down his forehead, soaking his entire back.

"Alright! Let me get my things!" Meryl quickly threw in some of her stuff, and took out a box from under her bed, a rusty metal box her father left her. "Ok let's go!"

They ran down the steps to Vash's car. Vash silently thanked God that his car didn't run on fuel and electricity, but was solar powered in the day and hydro powered in the night. They both jumped in, and Vash drove off, trying to ignore the dozens of people screaming as fires broke out and car crashed and explosions rocked the otherwise peaceful streets of Toa Payoh.

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"Help me!! Somebody!!" Rachel Thompson screamed in fear, as the thugs ganged up on her. One of them had a knife. He spoke in a sickening voice, "Nobody's gonna hear you! Look at them, running around panicking! We're gonna rob all of them one by one, starting with you! Hahaha! Now handover your money, little girl!" "heh heh heh..." his minions sniggered devilishly behind their boss.

"Oh, i heard her, loud and clear. Don't you know the Bible says thou shall not steal?" A deep voice spoke.

"Eh??" The gangsters turned around to see a priest dressed in a dark blue suit, carrying a huge cross on his back.

"Well, seems that we have the company of a priest! Hahaha! tell me, don't you have to turn the other cheek when i punch you in the guts!!" the leader threw his right fist at the stomach of the priest, but suddenly his grin disappeared and his eyes almost popped out his fear. "Not when dealing with scum like you!" The priest bellowed, and cracked the arm of the gangster with his giant cross!

"Let's get him!!" The other 3 gangsters whipped out their arsenal of knives and handguns. They all flew back as the priest swung the cross around, whacking their faces, then let the cross impale into a hand carrying a pistol. "ARGHH!!!" the thug yelled out in pain.

"Now get the hell out of here, before I stop being nice."

"Y..y..yess sir!!" The terrified gangsters scrambled away, one of them even wet his pants.

The mysterious priest sighed. He had promised to do God's work, as much as he hated causing pain to people, even to those who deserved it. He mumbled a prayer for their salvation as he helped the girl up.

Rachel looked at him with awe-struck eyes. "Thank.. you. Mr..?"

"You can call me Samuel. Samuel D. Wolfwood. We better get to somewhere safe until this whole thing settles down.." He smiled handsomely at her, then grabbed the cross and heaved it onto his back. "Erm.. but the problem is, I don't know where to go.." He grinned abashedly at Rachel.

Screech!! Beep beep! "Hey Wolfwood! Want a ride?"

Wolfwood's grin widened. Just a blessing to have his best friend appear at a time like this! "Come on!" he gently grasped Rachel's hand and led her to Vash's car, not noticing the girl blush as her heart skipped a beat when this handsome priest took her hand.

"So how come your car still works fine when every other vehicle seems to be going out of control!" Samuel asked Vash, as he took out a cigarette.

"Aw come on! You said you'd quit last year!" Vash snatched the cigarette and threw it out of the window, as the car sped past more burning buildings and collided cars. "I hope you've packed what we need.. Things are really grim.."

"Tell me about it..." Wolfwood replied as he glanced at the chaos and destruction along the streets. He held his giant cross close as always, and even gently stroked it. ".. but yeah, I have what we need, its all in this. You're heading to the church, aren't you?"

"Titanium clad, security fences, thick solid walls, and a bomb-shelter basement.. can't think of a better place." He took a sharp turn to avoid a falling lamppost. "Plus, the cafe serves great food."

To be continued.

to You alone

Dear Lord,

thanks for the keyboard! it really helps me to worship You when i don't feel like it.. truly like wat pastor Sun said, all music is from heaven.

thanks for the change in class timetable! now i dun have to teach tuition on friday nites anymore! can keep it free for visitations n other stuff...

its amazing how pple can respond to just a short msg.. recently one of my pri sch friends jus broke up with her ex of 5 years, so i just msg her on friendster.. apparently she was quite touched, enough to msg me her number n ask me out! lolz... but of cos, i know i'm not gonna.. another guy has jumped at the chance to be what i call a "rebound boyfriend", when the girl isn't really thinking cos she's so upset, n any guy who happens to comfort her will seem like a prince charming.. oh man, that guy just broke up as well, n he wants a "rebound girlfriend" as well.. i hope things really work out properly for them.. it would be the biggest mistake to get into a relationship as soon as they ended one!

yeah.. fri i'll be driving to anderson sec to pass a birthday present to a friend.. haha, can't believe i had a crush on someone so young.. =P yeah but not to worry, we're jus merely friends now.

anyway thanks for letting me get started on school seriously for the 1st time! i viewed a lecture online! hahaha... gonna get to work n study a bit after this.. aim to score better than last sem! God pls let me have a better attitude toward sch.. n the pple in law sch.. help me find a few true friends. not asking for a lot, just a few.. yeah..

ok gonna go bathe n get ready for my tuitions later.. missing BS today to earn some extra cash..

In Jesus name,
Amen

just realised my blog's birthday is coming!

almost a whole year has passed.. wow...

ultimate sianess..

dear God..

kinda miss the old days when i could do whatever i wanted to fo without caring about anyone or anything.. yeah the brat who used his money to buy friendship, to get out of trouble, to get whatever he wanted to get.. the smart guy, with the acid tongue, sarcastic n mean, making people feel miserable n depressed if he wanted them to, insulting them to the core of their being.. the feeling of power, destroying a person's confidence in himself, mocking n laughing at inferior people, always hanging with the "happening" crowd, always seen with the right people at the right time, talked about, notorious "lady-killer"... indulging in porn, dirty jokes, socialising around, (to put it nicely) dealing in illegal stuff.. oh yes, i study the law so i know how to get around it, to break it without breaking it, to bend it to achieve my selfish purposes.. to get revenge, to enact vengence, to destroy every enemy i hate..

this is the old me.

think you know me well? i don't think so.

think you like me as a friend? not in the past.

what am i now? who am i now? am i trying to be someone whom i'm not?

Change me, I don't wanna be the same, I don't wanna feel the weight of this world
Change me, so I'll never be the same, Lord i want to see the things that You see
And all i see is You

or is has God really changed me into someone so radically different, i'm afraid i don't even know myself anymore? identity crisis, or as some call it, a mid-life crisis.. seems i'm having it a little too early?

should the question i'm asking me who am i, or who God is? by head knowledge instantly says, i should seek to know who God is, rather than be selfish and seek answers for myself. yet only when i truly know who i am, can i truly understand who God is to me...

to God, i am the apple of His eye. the prodigal son, the lost sheep, the child He loves.. God do You really see me that way? in spite of all the sins i've committed, the wrong things i've done, the wrong things that i still do even now? can the Holy Spirit ever anoint and appear in the presence of such a sinful person as me? a hypocrite, a liar, a deceiver, a hater?

help me God to find a future in You.. for a person without a future will surely go back to his past. and since i can't really go back to my past anymore, its too revolting n disgusting even to me, the only answer is either move on with God, or end my life. thats what pastor said at the 16th anniversary...

to live for God is really much more difficult than to die for God. for you only die once, then you ascend into heaven. You live each day, fight new battles everyday, face more problems the moment you open your eyes.

Lord I give my life, a living sacrifice i place at Your feet
I offer to You
For only You can satisfy my longing
Jesus You're all i desire...

Do i sing that n mean every word? do i lie to you each time i worship You? why do i feel so desperate for a Word from You? its like, i can't really fake my life, cos it doesn't feel real without You it.. it doesn't mean anything if i'm not living n walking with You.

God, make me who You want me to be. wash away my sins, erase my wretched past, make me a new creation in Christ.

In Jesus name,
Amen

CG steamboat n fireworks at marina sqaure n supper at lau pa sat!!

Dear Heavenly Father,

Oh wow! What a long long time since i last posted here! So many things have happened, the FOP, 16th anniversary, cell group steam boat, NUS orientation, National Day, etc!! So many exciting events have happened, n yet i did something wrong in the last 24 hours again... sighz.. dunno why but it always seems i have to struggle in this area..

It all started with a very bad nightmare in the morning, or rather afternoon around 12.30 pm or so.. We had a huuge quarrel, n were both so hurt n with tears in our eyes glaring at each other, then i threw down my guitar n apologised.. then i woke up with a very painful feeling in my heart, tears soaking my pillow..

I think its getting late.. i shall resume blogging another day, too much stuff to do now anyway..

Nitez God.. I'm sorry for the wrong things i've done, i just couldn't take it any longer, You know what i mean? Please forgive me...

In Jesus name,
Amen