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Monday, July 13, 2009


Reahed home from school. Don't know why got the feeling to blog again. Haha. Alright. Went back to school after the post just now. Then, sadly no BEAT IT in class. DM came and scolded the whole class cause making the teacher pissed. Hahaha. Lesson went on as per normal just now. Somthing happened in the middle. I brought lappy to school as the lesson just now was boring. We use computers, but it's damn slow and no internet. Brought lappy cause can connect school's internet. Haha. Surf and surf till bored. Played games in class. I thought my teacher would got angry if he saw me playing game instead, he asked me, "What game you're playing. It's kind of cool. Shooting all the zombies.""Left 4 Dead ah. You never play before? You're still living in the cave ah?" I answered. He smiled and told me to put the game inside his hard disc. I did it. Then, helped him install and teached him how to play. Cool right? Hahaha. Guess what, in the end, both of us sat to each other, played the game. Others was given free time and some even leaves. The teacher don't care as he knows that this lesson is boring. He told the class that he will make the lesson much interesting as he will allow internet next week. Hahaha. We played against each other and shocking, he knows how to play quiet well! Then he told me he played CS before. No wonder. Hahahaha. Alright. Went home and here I am, not yer bath. Later on. But I still smell goooooooddd! Hahahahaha! While surfing on the net, found this piece of story. Gladly to share it! For my baby. =D

Soldier of Heart
War starts. Men are called upon to serve their country. Those whom married, leaving their wives and kids behind. Bachelors, leaving their memories. Boots worn, helmets checked, rifles up. Marching towards the death valley they called Road To Victory. Each men stomping their boots with fearsome. Trying to look as fierce, macho and brave they are. In their heart, sadness, scared, regret and uncomfortable. All are sad, leaving their loved ones and their good times behind. Now, time to face the reality. Scared to lose their lives, they still have much thing to do and accomplish in their lives. Regretting not to change their way of lives so that they can enjoy their lives to the fullest as some of them are convicts and addicts. Uncomfortable with their boots and helmets. Small, smelly and hard. They reached their destination. Bullets fired, mortars screamed, explosions, comrades falling happens infront of their eyes. "CHARGE!" shouted the commander. All the men, charges, their foot runs, finger tapping the trigger, but in their mind, "Why am I doing this? This is a suicide!". One by one fall. Finally, all of them except for one. Dropping onto the ground, playing dead. Covering his head, thinking of his love. Praying hard to survive to return home and fulfills his love's wish. To get married. Suddenly, all are quite. He looks, all that he could see, dead bodies and nothing more. He walked towards the campsite, Generals and Commanders shocked to see him survive. They took him as the War Hero. To survive alone and kill all the enemies. He was asked to rest as the remaining soldiers are not allowed to go home afraid there might be a counter attack. Standing in the field, where all the dead bodies lies, he handed something to his General. "Please, give this to Isabell. I think, I won't return." The general nodded and keeps the parcel. The soldier turned around. Looking into the smoke. "I did not fight this war. I cheated death. I am not a suitable men for Isabell. I'm a coward." He said softly. Suddenly, a mortar was fired from the enemy, the soldier took cover and told the general to prepare for another attack. The soldier, ran towards the smoke, firing blindly. He sworn to himself. Even I'm dead, I'll prove to Isabell, I died of glory. I died for my country. I will still be with her evenhthough I'm dead. He was shot once, twice, thrice. Struggling to stand up he continued shooting. Finally, he was shot to his arm. Can't bear the pain. He dropped to the ground, taking out a pistol, pointing into his head. "Eventhough I still have the chance to live, I will not take the chance to live and be called Isabell's husband. I'm a coward. I hope, she will find another men for her life!." He shouted. Pressing the trigger and puts a bullet into his head. 2 weeks passed. The war is over. The general met Isabell and hands her the parcel and pistol that the soldier used to kill himself. Isabell cried, fainting a few times. 3 months passed and the same thing kept happening. She finally decide. "If love is true, let me be with you." she whispers to herself. Pointing the gun to her head, she says "My men died of war. I will die of love." She fell, laying down on the floor with blood and souless. This is the true love. This is what makes people know what love really mean. Do people know what loves mean now? Love do not need death to prove. Love needs the heart and soul of each partner.

- James Growl. General of the Soldier of Heart.



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