Exhaustion and fatigue seemed to weigh heavily upon the youth's shoulders. His head nodded involuntarily and his eyes slowly blinked. The tip of his sword slowly fell to the earth and his grip on the hilt was slowly being loosed.
"Where is your master now, boy?" said a voice from nearby. "Where is the warrior that is your father?"
The youth slowly looked up at his assailant. He was a man fully clad in pitch-black armor. He raised his sword and attempted to swing at him but the assailant simply stepped back at the weak attempt.
"You are nothing without him. You are worthless. You are weak."
The youth's knees were weakening. He realized that he was being subjected to Speech-craft. Simply by words he was being defeated and his strength was being sapped from him.
He fell to his knees and struck his sword to the ground and leaned on it. He felt tired.
"Let me just close my eyes for a second," he thought. He brought his forehead to the hilt and his eyes slowly closed. His final glimpse of consciousness was his hilt and his sword. It reminded him of the cross.
The assailant drew out his own sword.
"Yes, you are nothing. You are better off giving up. This will all be over soon." He raised his sword high and prepared to strike down the youth.
"What are you?" asked a voice somewhere deep within the youth's spirit.
"What do you mean?" replied the boy.
"What are you?"
"I don't..."
"What are you?" The voice was small yet still.
Realization grew in the boy. He suddenly felt a burst of energy rising from within him.
"I am... I am a warrior." His eyes slowly opened.
"I am a warrior!" The sword was coming down at him.
"I AM a warrior!" The youth rolled back and declared it again, "I am a warrior." He narrowly missed the swing of the sword. He was laughing now. His energy returned to him.
The assailant was surprised. The youth lunged at his sword and plucked it out of the ground. He swung it at the assailant who parried with his own sword.
"How can this be?" the assailant was confused. "My Speech-craft has lost its effect. But how?"
"You cannot defeat me. Not now. Because I am a warrior!" In a quick step the youth twirled himself and swung hard at the assailant hitting the armor and cracking it. The assailant reeled back and felt for the crack.
"This is not over. This is far from over." The assailant leaped backwards and disappeared into black smoke.
The youth was smiling and laughing. He was glad to have survived the battle.
"I am a warrior. I am a warrior like my Father."
He smiled and looked up at the sky and whispered, "Thank you... Father."
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The Trek That Never Happened
We were supposed to trek up Bukit Timah Hill today as a JC cluster but due to the weather the trek had to be cancelled.
Instead we "trekked" to Vivocity. I was so prepared for the trek that I was wearing my brown boots. In the end I had to wear them while at Vivo.
Praise God for the bonding that happened today. Got to know some people better and got to know new people.
It was also decided that we should go Sentosa because one girl had never been to Sentosa and she's Singaporean! I'm not even Singaporean yet but I've been to the island several times. The funny things is that we were kidding her and telling her that Sentosa is only accessible by swimming.
We had more fun playing Capture the Flag and Ultimate Frisbee.
Praise God for $6.90 slippers. I did not have to wear those horrid boots for dinner.
Dinner was another adventure. Upon someone's suggestion, we went to Katong for some 5 Star Chicken rice. After alighting from Paya Lebar and taking a bus and doing some walking, we reached our destination. The ironic thing is that the people who suggested we go all the way there were not even with us and most of us were not local to the east area.
Nevertheless the small group of us had a wonderful time of eating and some fellowship.
I believe today was a great bonding day for the JC Cluster. Hopefully the cluster will be more strengthened after this and in the events to come.
Instead we "trekked" to Vivocity. I was so prepared for the trek that I was wearing my brown boots. In the end I had to wear them while at Vivo.
Praise God for the bonding that happened today. Got to know some people better and got to know new people.
It was also decided that we should go Sentosa because one girl had never been to Sentosa and she's Singaporean! I'm not even Singaporean yet but I've been to the island several times. The funny things is that we were kidding her and telling her that Sentosa is only accessible by swimming.
We had more fun playing Capture the Flag and Ultimate Frisbee.
Praise God for $6.90 slippers. I did not have to wear those horrid boots for dinner.
Dinner was another adventure. Upon someone's suggestion, we went to Katong for some 5 Star Chicken rice. After alighting from Paya Lebar and taking a bus and doing some walking, we reached our destination. The ironic thing is that the people who suggested we go all the way there were not even with us and most of us were not local to the east area.
Nevertheless the small group of us had a wonderful time of eating and some fellowship.
I believe today was a great bonding day for the JC Cluster. Hopefully the cluster will be more strengthened after this and in the events to come.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Ear Pierce
Wow. I didn't realize I'm already at 300+ entries. Lost of nonsense coming from me.
Just so I don't have to explain repeatedly as to why I got my ear pierced.
At first I just wanted to be reminded of the cross and I thought a cross stud would be a good way to do so.
A necklace would be nice and now I'm wondering why I didn't get myself a cross necklace instead.
A tattoo would be cool but way out of the question. It's too painful.
After realizing that I can't get a cross stud on the first piercing I thought of not going through with it. I hesitated.
But I was tired of it - of hesitating. Not just in getting it done but in other things. I'm tired of petty fears and of timidity.
I want to break away even if it takes one moment at a time.
Just so I don't have to explain repeatedly as to why I got my ear pierced.
At first I just wanted to be reminded of the cross and I thought a cross stud would be a good way to do so.
A necklace would be nice and now I'm wondering why I didn't get myself a cross necklace instead.
A tattoo would be cool but way out of the question. It's too painful.
After realizing that I can't get a cross stud on the first piercing I thought of not going through with it. I hesitated.
But I was tired of it - of hesitating. Not just in getting it done but in other things. I'm tired of petty fears and of timidity.
I want to break away even if it takes one moment at a time.
Bump
Gosh... Haven't updated for quite some time. Uninspired now. Maybe I should not write when it's 0045 and I still have to report to camp later.
Time to sleep!
Time to sleep!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Dreams
I wonder if it will ever be possible to be really conscious when one is dreaming.
Why do dreams sometimes feel so real?
How can dreams create a totally different existence than our real lives?
Sometimes I would be dreaming and I would just know the history of my dream. Though sometimes it may be related to my real life. If I were dreaming that I was some kind of superhero I would just know who the bad guys are. If I were dreaming that I am on a race I would not need a reason as to why I'm on the race. Every dream has a different story yet somehow I would know the details of the story and I would be able to play my part as a character.
Dreaming is such a fascinating phenomena. It's been a while since I've had vivid recall of something that I had dreamt. I dreamt of something horrible and I cried in my dream. I was so thankful to wake up and know that it was all a dream. I'm glad that even in the midst of my horrible dream God reminded me of His promises and even if it was just a dream God would cause the miracle to happen.
I also dreamt of something pleasant. A pity it isn't real.
Why do dreams sometimes feel so real?
How can dreams create a totally different existence than our real lives?
Sometimes I would be dreaming and I would just know the history of my dream. Though sometimes it may be related to my real life. If I were dreaming that I was some kind of superhero I would just know who the bad guys are. If I were dreaming that I am on a race I would not need a reason as to why I'm on the race. Every dream has a different story yet somehow I would know the details of the story and I would be able to play my part as a character.
Dreaming is such a fascinating phenomena. It's been a while since I've had vivid recall of something that I had dreamt. I dreamt of something horrible and I cried in my dream. I was so thankful to wake up and know that it was all a dream. I'm glad that even in the midst of my horrible dream God reminded me of His promises and even if it was just a dream God would cause the miracle to happen.
I also dreamt of something pleasant. A pity it isn't real.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Shut Up and Let Daddy Drive
When I was much younger I remember riding at the backseat of our car. As I was only a passenger I was not worried about the rules of the road or which way to go. I would simply just sit back, rest, and enjoy the ride.
Now that I am older I realized that that part of being just a passenger has changed. Even as I take a ride in the front passenger seat of Emmel and my Dad is driving, I would sometimes tell him to signal left or right, or to slow down because the traffic light is turning red. I realized that I have become a "back-seat driver".
Knowing that there are traffic rules, I fear that maybe my Dad would break them (and he has beaten a few red lights already). I find that my ride which could be more restful is full of worry. I wish I could take the wheel and drive the car myself. It was then that I remembered those childhood memories of being able to sleep peacefully at the backseat on those long journeys. How carefree I was not worrying about the rules or about getting lost.
If I put all my trust in the driver, I will not have to worry so much - I can enjoy the journey. If life is a journey, who is driving? I believe Daddy God is driving. However, there are times when we simply cannot sit still and enjoy the ride. We want to take the wheel and show that our way is better. If only we could be restful and just let God drive. He knows the way and He is a safe driver, but He is also fun-loving.
I remember my own Dad driving fast on an elevated slope in the long highway that leads up to the mountain city of Baguio in the Philippines. He accelerated off the short slope and for a nano-second the car felt like it was flying. Oh, it beat every roller coaster that I had taken at that time. The journey will not be boring. He knows every route, he knows which way has a nice view. He knows how to have fun and still keep the passengers safe.
If God is at the wheel then is there really any need to worry?
Now that I am older I realized that that part of being just a passenger has changed. Even as I take a ride in the front passenger seat of Emmel and my Dad is driving, I would sometimes tell him to signal left or right, or to slow down because the traffic light is turning red. I realized that I have become a "back-seat driver".
Knowing that there are traffic rules, I fear that maybe my Dad would break them (and he has beaten a few red lights already). I find that my ride which could be more restful is full of worry. I wish I could take the wheel and drive the car myself. It was then that I remembered those childhood memories of being able to sleep peacefully at the backseat on those long journeys. How carefree I was not worrying about the rules or about getting lost.
If I put all my trust in the driver, I will not have to worry so much - I can enjoy the journey. If life is a journey, who is driving? I believe Daddy God is driving. However, there are times when we simply cannot sit still and enjoy the ride. We want to take the wheel and show that our way is better. If only we could be restful and just let God drive. He knows the way and He is a safe driver, but He is also fun-loving.
I remember my own Dad driving fast on an elevated slope in the long highway that leads up to the mountain city of Baguio in the Philippines. He accelerated off the short slope and for a nano-second the car felt like it was flying. Oh, it beat every roller coaster that I had taken at that time. The journey will not be boring. He knows every route, he knows which way has a nice view. He knows how to have fun and still keep the passengers safe.
If God is at the wheel then is there really any need to worry?
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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