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Moving House.

Fri, 10 Feb 2006 12:35:32 GMT

let bygones be bygones...it's time to move on...

http://www.stefenietan.blogspot.com

see you there :)

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Sun, 08 May 2005 08:02:16 GMT

It is good to be reminded.. :)

*****

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16

I watched in horror as he stumbled and struggled up the dry, dusty road, using the last of his waning strength to carry his wooden cross. He clung to it desperately, lovingly, embracing it as if it was a lovely thing rather than his death sentence. Rich, red blood dripped down his face, dribbling onto his bloodstained tunic. His flesh was mangled, torn, bloodied; patches of his skin was ripped off in various places, exposing the soft, vulnerable flesh beneath. His face was beaten up so badly, he was hardly recognisable. Huge gashes adorned his body like great, fat leeches, spilling blood onto the ground. I could hear him fighting to draw air into his tortured body; the painful wheezing and gasping were cutting my heart to pieces.

The soldiers were laughing, half-drunk with wine and adrenaline. Each lash of the whip earned more crazed guffaws as they cajoled and roared with glee. They leaned onto each other for support as they gasped with laughter while he tumbled to the ground, gasping with pain. A spark of anger jumped to life within me and I tried to make my way to him but the uprising crowd prevented me from moving forward. Still figures at the opposite side of the road caught my eye. I stopped pushing and stared curiously as their faces jogged a memory.

I watched from afar as a girl caught hold of a man. I recognized the man immediately. He was one of the condemned’s followers. He was the one who swore that he would never disown his Lord, not even if he had to follow his Lord to death.

The girl looked closely at the man. “You also were with Jesus of Galilee!” she exclaimed, tugging on the man’s arm menancingly.

“No, no! I don’t know what you are talking about!” he replied vehemently and pushed her off him. I frowned.

What was he doing? Did he forget his promise to Jesus?

Another seized hold of him in a tight grip and insisted, “You also are one of them!”

He struggled desperately to free himself as he cried out in panic, “Man, I am not!” A wave of disgust washed over me.

How could he do this?

Those standing nearby exclaimed loudly, “Surely you are one of them, for you are a Galilean!”

He began to call down curses on himself, and he swore to them, “I don’t know this man you’re talking about!”

The rooster crowed.

“Then Peter remembered the word Jesus had spoken: Before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.”

Matthew 26:75

I watched in disgust as his face lit up despairingly in remembrance and then crumpled in agony. He fell to the ground in great sorrow and regret, the rocks scraping the palm of his hands; drawing blood.

“Hypocrite,” I hissed and turned my back to the broken disciple.

I shifted my eyes back to him. He was on the ground, struggling pitifully to get up and continue his journey to the hill of Calvary. Men from the crowd began to mock him. They yelled and cursed in angry voices, belittling him. I heard their curses.

Their mockery.

Fury began to burn in me. I began to push with all my might against the unforgiving crowd, trying to reach him, to protect him from their abuse. I watched in near hysteria as they began to pick up stones and rocks to fling it angrily at him with deadly accuracy.

“No!” I cried, the word coming out strangled as tears choked me.

The crowd ignored me. They just kept yelling, cursing, mocking, laughing, kicking, abusing, and spitting on their king.

Were they blind? Couldn’t they see who he really is?

Fools!

He rose agonizingly to his feet, silent, taking up his cross once again. I cried tears of frustration. He could save himself. Just one word and I know that the angels would come and rescue him from this terrible thing.

Why didn’t he say something?

“He was lead like a sheep to the slaughter, and as a lamb before the shearer is silent, so he did not open his mouth.”

Acts 8:32b

The crowd and soldiers kept up their mockery all the way to Calvary. I let myself be steered by the pressing crowd, wanting to see what would happen next.

The weeping and wailing of women were thick in the air that day. Great misery hung like a black cloud over Calvary. I looked on, numb with grief as the soldiers kicked him around. They dragged him roughly over to the cross he carried all the way to Calvary.

Then, the cruel punishment began.

A soldier picked up the hammer. It was a hideous thing. The head was large and heavy, crudely shaped by akward hands. The handle was uneven and worn down with frequent use. Blackish crusts of old blood covered the hammer; they obviously do not care to clean it after every use.

The soldiers jabbed at each other in glee as they watched the nail aimed at its appointed place in his soft flesh.

I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my face as the first strike of the hammer came rushing down, eager to meet its nail.

His agonized wail pierced the air.

Another loud thud and he cried out again. I covered my ears with trembling hands.

“No, no,” I whispered insistantly, “Stop, stop…”

The sounds of hammer against nail continued and his cries of agony became louder.

“A-Abba! Ab-ba!” he sobbed repeatedly, his voice broken and choked with tears as they nailed his feet without even batting an eyelash.

“Stop!” I screamed desperately.

But they deliberately ignored me.

I weeped with sorrow as they raised him up for all to see. I burned with rage at those who had condemned him. He didn’t deserve this. He was without sin. He did no harm!

Those fools!

How dare they mock him! How dare they abuse him! How dare they crucify him!

Imbeciles!

I gritted my teeth in fury, lowering my head so no one could see my anger and tears. In my head I continued to rage against those who had played a part in this injustice to him. I itched to hit something to rid myself of such fury.

You idiots!

I clenched my fists tightly and suddenly, I realised I was holding something. Confused, I raised the object to my face. When I saw it, I felt as if the wind was knocked out of me. I stared at it in horror, a bitter vile rising up from my stomach.

It was a hammer. Its handle smooth with frequent use; its head was large, heavy and crudely shaped by akward hands. Fresh blood dripped down it, staining my white fingers. Numbly, I shifted my eyes to my other hand, also gripping something tightly. Slowly, I opened my clenched fist, dreading what was in it.

A hard, rough rock met my eyes. A memory flashed.

…they began to pick up stones and rocks to fling it angrily at him…

“No,” I whispered, “It can’t be.”

I dropped the hammer and rock, disbelief taking over. A small, sharp pain stung in my palms as the hammer and rock rubbed against them as they fell to the ground with a silent thud. I brought them up to my face, looking in horror at the bloodied scrapes adorning my palms. Another memory flashed.

…He fell to the ground in great sorrow and regret, the rocks scraping the palm of his hands; drawing blood…

The ghastly truth began to dawn on me. I was the one who condemned him.

Denied him.

Mocked him.

Nailed him on that cross.

It was I. He died because of me. I was the cause. I was the guilty one. I made it happen.

I killed him.

“You have no power over me except what was given you from above…” the words came quietly on the breeze, the voice full of authority and calmness.

What?

I fell to my knees in overwhelming grief and shock.

He let himself be crucified? Humiliated? Tortured beyond words? How can that be?

I raised my eyes in a desperate question. Aghast, I whispered hoarsely, “Why, why did you do it?”

He looked at me, his eyes filled with love.

“Because I love you,” the words struck me to the core of my being.

“Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last.”

Luke 23:46

My sin, my wrongdoing placed him upon that cross. I deserved to die his death. But he sacrificed himself for me. He died so that I might live.

As they lowered his lifeless body from the cross, I weeped. As they wrapped his broken body, I weeped. As they buried him, I weeped.

For three days, I weeped.

And then, I weeped no more.

“The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.”

Luke 24:7

The tomb is empty. He is alive.

*****

I’m forgiven, because You were forsaken

I’m accepted, You were condemned

I’m alive and well, Your Spirit lives within me

Because You died and rose again

Amazing love, how can it be?

That You, my King, would die for me

Amazing love, I know it’s true

It’s my joy to honour you

In all I do, I honour you

I hope you understand this story and the message behind it. Jesus, God’s only Son, died so that we might live. You and I. He died so that we could have a relationship with Him. The privilege of drawing close to Him. He is God and we are but mere humans. Yet, He loves you and I so much that I can’t even start to comprehend how much He loves us. Won’t you give Him the chance to draw close to you?

All my love,

Stef

Monday, April 11, 2005

Mon, 11 Apr 2005 14:17:12 GMT

Could anxiety never cease?

Could Love never rest?

And hearts cease to beat?

O Dear God, feelings are such a pest.

I desire and long for justice,

A profound sense of equality,

Awed freedom from prejudice

And a world of peace and harmony.

Sometimes I hate religion,

The barriers and hurt they cause.

But I know I can never give up my Jesus,

No matter what, no matter who I love.

Cause I know that He is real,

And I know that He loves me.

I could never give up my Jesus

Especially in holy matrimony.

He died for me and you,

He cleansed us from our sins.

He made it possible for us to live,

To love, give and receive.

No matter what people say,

No matter what people do,

No matter what strange things I see or hear,

I know that my Jesus is true.

Hearts may ache with secrets untold,

Torn in two, confusion to behold.

Teach me what to do, dear God,

Tears will never help, O Lord.

But one thing I an sure,

One thing I will never do,

And that is to give up my Jesus,

Because I know that He is true.

***

Do I sense sarcasm Jon? Lol. Thanks ppl. I'm back.

love,

stef

Friday, April 08, 2005

Fri, 08 Apr 2005 16:14:13 GMT

Hey ppl! Finally, after so long i reappear out of the blue.did anypne miss me??? hahahhaa....guess not. =P anyway, i was in the car one morning listening to the news about the recent indonesia earthquake that the ppl in port klang could feel, and i suddenly tot wat would i do if a tsunami wave suddenly appeared in front of me. so....hence, this weird story. I think the oddness is due to my not writing for so so so SOOOOOOOO long! haha anyway, just remember that life is short and fragile and cud be snatched away from us at any moment. so, never let a day pass without lettin our loved ones know that we love them. And, never part without peace between each other! love you guys! >cheers<

***

One Last Call

My dad honked impatiently at the car ahead, frustrated because he was late for work. He hardly noticed what the voice was saying on the radio. Cars around us honked at each other in selfish chaos, each driver rushing off to be somewhere, to do something, to send or fetch someone. People scolded each other in their own private cars, none hearing what the other was saying. Rude faces and ruder signs were thrown carelessly, tempers were short and the word “patience” no longer held a meaning.

Love thy neighbour? Nope, none of those signs here.

I saw men and women screaming away into their hands-free, oblivous to the world around them. I saw children bouncing up and down in the backseat of cars, yelling at each other. There were also many pensive, brooding faces, life’s burdens weighing down on their shoulders. I saw tired expressions, faces aged with worry and depression. All of them, lost in their own thoughts, in their own worlds, in themselves.

I sighed deeply as I turned up the radio nonchantly. As I listened to the breaking voice on the radio, calmly reading out the latest news on the recent earthquake, a terrifiying grip twisted my heart. The monotonity of the voice cannot conceal the underlying tone of panic.

I looked up.

No one seemed to notice the way the sky darkened menancingly.

But I did.

I swallowed hard as my insides grew cold. An overwhelming feeling of dread seized me and my heart quickened to a frightening staccato.

The sky looked as if an army of clouds were crowding in it. At first all I could hear were honking and engines revving up but suddenly, a disturbing silence fell. Not one car moved an inch. I glanced around in great surprise and to my curiousity, I saw pedestrians frozen in place, staring straight ahead. But there was something else. They looked as if they were listening hard.

I strained my ears to hear…something.

I was not aware of what it was I was trying to hear.

But when I heard it, I knew.

It was the thundrous roar of a massive tsunami tidal wave heading for us at a deadly speed.

As suddenly as silence fell, chaos erupted. Women started screaming, men turned white and trembled with fear while children followed suit, not really knowing the fatality of the situation they were in.

People wrenched car doors open and hurled themselves out, racing away from the killer wave as fast as they could. But it was futile. In a few minutes, the wave would leave nothing but death and destruction in the place where we were. Time decided to be kind and it somehow seemed prolonged. Each minute felt like ten and my mind functioned with surprising clarity.

Turning to my father, I saw his pale, rigid countenance relax and a sense of deep peace came over his features. I smiled the brightest smile I could manage in spite of my grief that our lives will be torn from us out of the blue. All my loves, dreams, hopes, and ambitions were to be dashed into pieces in one sweeping tragedy.

I watched as my father calmly reached for his mobile phone. However, I could see the sligt tremor in his hand. Turning his face towards me, he smiled lovingly and carressed my cheek as he dialled my mother’s mobile number.

His words gave my strength.

“I have always loved you from the day I knew you had been formed. I have always been very proud of you, all the time, anywhere, everywhere, and in anything. I love you so much,” his voice faltered as he spoke the last sentence, a tear rolling down his aged face.

“I love you too, dad. Thank you for everything. I’m sorry if I have ever hurt you,” I said quietly, as tears formed in my eyes.

He smiled and said gently, “It doesn’t matter. As long as we love each other and we both know it.”

His words struck me to the heart and I froze a moment, a face flashing before my eyes. My father took my hand in his and held it tightly while he spoke to my mother with a strained voice full of love, grief and longing.

I stared at my mobile phone, my heart feeling as if it were about to burst. Tears threatened to overflow and I could hardly speak.

But I did not care.

“Dad, tell mom I love her always.”

I picked up my mobile phone to make one last call.

Dialling the all too familiar number, I waited anxiously and watched as the wave ascended higher and higher, moving nearer towards us.

***

He grumbled as he stuck a hand out from underneath his blanket to feel for his ringing mobile phone that he had chucked somewhere beneath his bed. It was too early in the morning to be awake and he had had a late night out. His head ached as he finally grabbed his mobile and answered it grumpily.

“Hello?” he muttered in irritation.

“Alan, it’s me,” a familiar voice said shakily, the static making it hard for him to hear her.

“Oh, hi. What’s up? And what’s all that noise?” he frowned as he started to feel deep in his gut that something was not quite right.

He sat up in his bed in concern.

“Alan, I love you,” she blurted out before she dissolved into tears.

“What?” he murmured in shock. Why is she saying this? Why is she crying?

“I started loving you since the moment I met you,” she sobbed unsteadily, “I love you Alan. I love you so much.”

“Sweetie,” he started desperately, using his nickname for her, “what’s going on?”

“I have no time, Alan,”she said, her voice full of unspoken grief, “I just wanted to let you know that I love you. I have to go now.”

“Sweetie, wait,” he exclaimed in panic. What in the world was happening? Why was he feeling so desperate?

“I love you, Alan,” she said quietly, her voice strangely calm. The tears had subsided.

The background noise was eerily deafening but somehow he could hear her.

“Goodb-”

The line went dead before she could finish saying her last word.

He stared at his now silent mobile in fear. A cold hand was creeping over his heart.

In a burst of dread, he bolted out of his bed, mobile gripped tightly in his trembling hand. Stumbling over a pile of clothes on his bedroom floor, he scrambled to the door and wrenched it open, flying down the stairs to the kitchen so he could watch the latest news on television.

Punching the ‘on’ button on the remote, he stood frozen in front of the television. He watched with growing horror as images of destruction and death was displayed on screen.

That was her first and last confession, he realized with terrible misery.

Her one last call.

He did not notice when his mobile phone slipped and fell to the floor with a loud clatter, a huge crack forming on the screen.

It was like his life, broken and scarred, never to be the same again.

She never knew, he loved her too.

***

love,

Stef

Friday, February 11, 2005

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 14:56:30 GMT

HEYLO PPL!!!!! The mistress of this page is back!!!!! Hmm….for a few days only la. I’m back for chinese new year! But! What a >>>>>BORING<<<<< week it has been! *sigh* I can’t even eat all I want because of my throat. Oh, did I tell u? I lost my voice for two weeks! And it wasn’t even the low voice kinda lost voice…it was the no sound kinda lost voice. My voice box was inflamed so it couldn’t vibrate. But thank God, my voice is back….somewhat. :P

Anyway, why tell u about my lost and found voice when I can tell u about…..NS!!! hahaha…..NS is…surprisingly…quite fun. (ok, those ppl out there, don’t stick a knife at me) At first when I went there, I was like “oh no….3 months!” But thank God, Jamie was there with me! At first I was so worried, thinking that Jamie went to another camp…but the sight of her was like…a preview of heaven. Haha. Somebody’s head is gonna kembang. But, seriously, I was so glad to see Jamie after Keshia left on the first day. Now I know why Jesus never sent out his disciples one by one but two by two. Haha. J

Hmm….the first few weeks, the guys were quite funny. It was as if they never seen a girl b4 man. Jamie got >>quite<< protective (*ahem* for those of u who know Jamie’s motherly side…notice I emphasised on the word ‘quite’) Hehehhe…a certain incident happened that is quite funny but I shall spare my dear po-po(jamie) from further embarrassment. After all, she WAS trying to protect me. J

I made a lot of new friends in camp and lots of good friends too! In a way, I think this camp is a blessing to me. If not, I never would’ve met Monica, Michelle, Mei Yii, Anna, Priya, Meena, Fadz, Ishak, Adzman, Dan, Is, Azam, Wawa, Raja, Ifa, etc. Need I name all? P/s: notice I din say jamie. Hahahha. DUH. I knew jamie a loooong time b4 this camp wat!!!! -_-*

Oh!!! This I definitely MUST tell u!!!Jamie’s birthday!!!! HAHAH!!!! *ehem* Thus begins the story….

Ok…ok…I wanted to make Jamie’s birthday in NS really memorable plus I wanted to have some fun la…something out of ordinary in camp. So I spread the word around among out little group that at 12 midnight, we shall lure jamie to the toilet and splash her. BUT…all thanks to our little dear, Michelle, who overslept, Anna, Priya, Monica and I ended up waiting in the stinky toilet for half an hour!!! We were planning all sort of things in the toilet while waiting. We worried about how to keep Jamie quiet when we splash her coz we were scared she was gonna scream. So we thought of clapping a hand over her mouth b4 splashing her. THEN…we thought we heard teachers coming. In a panic, all four of us dived into 4 separate jambans! Omigosh! The stench! Just standing there was torture! When we came out, we wondered where that MICHELLE was…so we went to tap on her window. That girl was talking to Mei Yii!!! Aiyoh….and when they finished talking, they went to sleep pulak! *slaps forehead* So Monica and I decided to try and wake them up. Monica and I crept to the nearest open window and she opened it big and stuck her head in. After a while she backed away and asked me to look inside. I went to the window and leaned against it and to my shock, something crashed onto the floor below from the windowsill I was leaning against! It made such a tremendous crash that Monica and I ran back to the toilet in a hysterically (but as silently as possible) laughing fit without closing the window!!! Finally, we gave up waiting and decided to go into the dorm itself to perform out evil task. But then again, we din want to drag a pail of water into the dorm….looks kinda suspicious, don’t u think so? Haha…So we grabbed a tube of Colgate(din know whom it belonged to) and ventured inside to put toothpaste all over Jamie’s hair! Man…an earthquake can’t wake that girl I tell u! We shone torchlights in her face, made all sorts of noises, took a pic with a bright flash and still she slept like a…log. (I wanted to say pig but then again, even pigs wake up when earthquakes happen) Naturally, we blamed Michelle for leaving us to wait in the stinky toilet for half an hour but all turns out well when we found out that the tube of Colgate belonged to Michelle! Hahaha….imagined how we howled with laughter when we found out. I can’t tell u Jamie’s reaction when she woke up because I wasn’t there but she wasn’t angry…..though her hair DID smell of toothpaste for the next few days. ;) we practically used the whole tube….and it was new too. :D In the evening, we conned her into coming to out bathroom to “bathe” but ended up having a water fight. Well, we wanted to drench her ONLY but she had to retaliate and start throwing water at me. So I threw water at her and accidentally wet Michelle and she threw water and accidentally wet Mei Yii….ya…so u know how the water fight started la. Hahhaha….we had fun tho… :D

Anywayz, I should go now…and as for my unfinished story…. I shall keep the 20 bucks to myself and the continuation until after NS!!! :D Love u guys! BYE!!

Love,

Stef

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Sat, 11 Dec 2004 08:35:16 GMT

Hi!! I'm Keshia~!

In case you're wondering, I've kidnapped Stefenie. She's locked in my room tied to my white chair. I do feed her... onli a bit. She eats alot you know! Like... she asks for pizzaa early in the morning. And then I have to go make her one. So I decided to just tie her up in my room.

Yeah, she's fine, if you're still wondering. She's just tied up. Oh, she also told me the mysterious guy in that weird story of hers. WAHAHAH. Seriously, noone can guess wan lah. When she told me, I went... " And then? That is him? You sure?..."

Yeah, I think if ANY of you can guess who it is... I will belanja you also.

Oh look, Stefenie's screaming now. She wants to go to the toilet. Better untie her before she messes up.

Okay, okay, okay.... I'm joking. OF COURSE I didn't tie her up~! You really thought so?! Hahahahaha. She's just too lazy to type anything out here. So she ask me to type. <----- That's the truth la..

She's going off to NS on Monday. Which is like... in 2 days? Today is almost over.. So she'll be leaving in less than a day's time. =) I think she's mentally ready... just not packed up and ready to go yet. Heehehhehe.

Oh, she got treated like a tree during children's camp. Oh, and a rope too. The kids could not keep their hands off her. Wahahahaha! That sounds abiiiiiiiiiiit wrong. But I meant it in literal terms lah. There's this girl who got stuck in her character as a koala and clinged on to her like a tree. She was also a mother hen with a whole group of kids following her around. All she needed was a pait of wings to complete the look. Hehehehehehehehe. What to do? Not only guys chase ofter her, kids too. Hahahahaha... Next time, no problem raising up a family lah =)

Anyway, I dunno what else to say edi... Erm. Not my blog lah =) So yeah. Just to let you all know how she's doing. ((she's tied up)) HAHAHAHAH.

No, she's not.

Cheers!

Saturday, October 30, 2004

Sat, 30 Oct 2004 14:53:49 GMT

Hehhehe....hey peepz! 3 more days to SPM!!! So.....until the hols or until spm over....then only will i update the story...hahaha....leave you guys hanging for a while la. A lil' suspense is good. :D Anyway, i want to know who u guys think the 'mystery man' in the story is! See how good you guys are at guessing! :) A prize i shall give to whoever can guess is correctly man... hahahha...Until then, love you lots! Thanks for reading my dumb blog. :D

love,

Stef

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 15:06:35 GMT

After two chapters of Sejarah Form 4 and Paul’s 3 missionary journeys, I think itz about time for me to relax and give you……the seventh chapter.

***

Chapter Seven

Stefenie grumbled to herself as she slinked along the air vent silently.

At 2 a.m. in the morning, there are too many people around, she thought to herself.

She turned a corner and she suddenly felt a strong blast of cool air. Unfazed, she moved on and came to a brightly lit laboratory. Hoping against hope, she looked down into the laboratory to see if there was anyone around.

To her disappointment, she immediately spotted two people busy mixing chemicals at the large stainless steel table, a man and a woman with their backs to her. Behind them and directly underneath where she was, was a similar steel table filled with clean glass laboratory equipment.

Letting out a small huff, she shrugged nonchantly to herself and turned to continue her journey when a vaguely familiar voice made her stop.

“Anything else you need, doctor?”

Jamie.

Stefenie knew she should ignore this and go on with her mission but curiousity got the better of her. She needed to know how Jamie was involved in this.

Once one of her best friends now turned enemy and foe.

She needed to know why.

Leaning down closer to the air vent opening, she eyed Jamie quietly through the grill.

12 feet below, Jamie turned towards her superior, a questioning look in her eyes.

Her superior didn’t answer her immediately; he continued his ministrations with the chemicals, a thoughtful look gracing his face.

Jamie waited patiently.

“Yes, Jamie. Bring me the powdered Feditunse from the freezer in the basement,” he finally answered her.

Stefenie started.

That voice.

Without thinking, she pressed lower to the grill, leaning her hand against the grill for balance.

Unbeknownst to her, the rusty edges of the grill started to shift.

She observed the way the man moved, his hair, his appearance and suddenly a wave of horror swept through her.

No, it can’t be, she protested weakly. Could it?

She watched as Jamie left the laboratory calmly, closing the door behind her with a gentle click.

Stefenie was fixated on the man. Silently, desperately, she begged him to turn around so she could confirm whether her suspicions were true.

He made to move as if to turn behind.

Eagerly, she leaned even further down against the grill.

A sickening whine of bending metal jolted Stefenie out of her obsession but before she could retreat from the grill, the old rusty hinges snapped and she tumbled into the laboratory 12 feet below.

Crash!

She winced as broken pieces of glass sliced into her soft flesh. Instinct told her to stand immediately so that she could protect herself but disorientation made her lose her balance and she slipped from the table onto the floor.

Groaning softly, she got to her knees and froze as two black shoes stepped in front of her.

“Move and I swear I will cut your throat,” he said icily.

Looking up slowly, she gulped nervously as she stared down the sharp side of a scapel.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head to look at the man standing before her.

Dark brown eyes met black eyes.

Both pairs of eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“You!” both gasped at the same time.

***

Who? Who? Actually, I have no idea. Hahahahhaha! :P Just kidding. I know who but you don’t! Muahahahahhah!

Love,

Stef.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 14:20:19 GMT

Word of warning: I uploaded two chapters today. Read the one before this before you read this.

Aih, I’m just too bored and too stressed. Here you go. My daily dose of crappiness to keep me sane. Haha. Right.

***

Chapter Six

Twenty of them barged in kicking, yelling and pointing their guns everywhere, but to no avail. All that greeted them was the flickering light of the computer.

The intruder was nowhere to be seen.

Pushing them out of the way roughly, the General stalked into the room. He glanced at the empty room and scowled. With a small motion of his hand, the guards under his command began searching the room, careful not to disturb the computers or the wiring.

He prowled the room thoughtfully, the wheels in his head turning a mile per minute. He lifted his eyes and saw the air vent.

He stared at it.

He noted with his sharp gaze that the vent was intact. It had never been moved. Its screws were still there.

Suddenly, one of his soldiers cried out to him in earnest. He snapped around and hurriedly made his way over to him.

Someone had cut a hole in the wall.

He bent down and examined the edges of the hole. It was smooth. As if a laser had done the job.

Looking out of the hole, he saw that it lead to the corridor.

A sense of dread filled him.

Straightening up, he barked orders to his soldiers to tighten up the security.

“Jiau ta! JIAU TA! (find him! FIND HIM!)” he screamed at his soldiers in anger.

Rushing out of the room, he put two soldiers to stand guard and slammed the door shut behind him.

In the room, a loose screw fell from the air vent and hit the floor with a soft ‘plink’.

***

Pei Wern huffed as she crawled along as quietly as she could. Tugging on Keshia’s pants, she stopped moving. Keshia craned her neck back to look at Pei Wern.

“What now?” she whispered, her voice echoing softly in the air vent.

“Can we please get out of this vent? I’m cramped, tired and this air vent stinks,” Pei Wern complained in a hushed voice.

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Because there are people walking around. Wait until we come to an empty spot. Besides,” Keshia said pointedly, “you’re the one who suggested this.”

Pei Wern harumphed, “At least I found a way out.”

“If you didn’t lock us in in the first place, we wouldn’t have to find a way out.”

Keshia turned back in front and continued her journey.

Pei Wern reluctantly followed her partner and as she went, she made faces at her partner’s back.

“Pei Wern, stop that.”

***

A dead end.

Keshia stared at it, frustration gnawing at her gut.

Air vents have dead ends?!she thought incredulously.

“Keshia, what’s wrong? Why have you stopped?” Pei Wern whispered.

“We’ve reached a dead end,” she hissed back.

Pei Wern gave a loud sigh and slumped down, throwing up her hands in surrender.

Keshia turned around to face her.

“Well, looks like we have to turn back,” Keshia muttered.

“I’m so tired,” Pei Wern whined.

“Bullocks, you’re just lazy, Now, get going,” Keshia poked her side to urge her on.

Pei Wern heaved a sigh and grudgingly got up to retrace their steps…err…crawl.

“Keshia,” she whispered suddenly, “why are we here again?”

Keshia rolled her eyes. The ever-forgetful Pei Wern, she thought wryly.

“Shern Ren wants us to find and destroy the biochemical weapon that this evil guy, Pookie is making,” Keshia answered. “Stefenie is supposed to steal the data about it from the main computers in this place and send it to Shern Ren so that he can come up with a cure if Pookie ever successfully produces his biochemical weapon,” she continued.

“Pookie??” Pei Wern sputtered. “REAL evil name!” she whispered before giggling hysterically.

Keshia grinned.

***

Ah, they finally have a mission. Haha.

Love,

Stef

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 14:14:02 GMT

Hmm……don’t ask. Oh btw, I’m gonna number each entry now….so….this is the fifth part of the story so far….so…here is chapter five.

***

Chapter Five

Pei Wern brushed her clothes down, getting rid of the panda fur sticking to it.

“You know, I think those pandas are lonely,” she mused to Keshia.

Keshia answered her distractedly, twisting around to brush panda fur of the back of her blouse, “Yeah, who ever knew that all they wanted from us is to be cuddled.”

“I’ve never seen pandas so…manja with people before. You think maybe they were genetically altered or something?”

“Maybe.”

“Or maybe they were injected with some sort of friendly potion.”

“Maybe.”

“Or perhaps…”

“Pei Wern, I don’t care why those pandas acted that way. Can we just get on with our job?!”

Silence.

Blessed silence.

“Time of the month?” Pei Wern asked helpfully.

Keshia made a noise that sounded remarkably like a dog growling.

***

They slipped into an empty janitor’s room. Rummaging through the closet, they donned bright green uniforms and took along the cart full of brooms, mops, pails and detergen. Quickly and efficiently, they selected their disguise, putting it on immediately.

Exchanging looks, a big scary grin from Pei Wern and a wonderful scowl from Keshia, they nodded and opened the door.

***

Pei Wern rattled the doorknob once more in frustration.

“You’ve tried that a hundred times, Pei Wern. Give it up,” Keshia implored from the floor where she was slumped against the wall in resolution.

“I can’t believe this! Who locked us in?” Pei Wern cried in bewilderment.

Keshia crooked open an eye.

“As I recall…you did,” she answered Pei Wern.

“It’s not my fault!” she protested feebly.

Ignoring her, Keshia mumbled, “Great. After all this trouble to get into this stupid building, we…I mean, you get us locked into this tiny room full of brooms. Stefenie will be wondering where we are. What if she can’t fulfill the mission on her own? What if she gets caught? Then what? Or worse, what if no one finds us here and we’re left to die of starvation and rot? Or…”

“Keshia,” Pei Wern interrupted her incessant stream of nonsense, “I think I know how to get us out of here.”

***

Stefenie glanced around to make sure nobody was coming. Taking a pen from her pocket, she clicked it and a laser beam shot out. Pointing it at the doorknob, she cut through the lock and the door slid open.

She smiled.

Making her way over to the computers, she glanced at her watch and set the timer for 30 seconds. She knew that as soon as she switched on the computers, it would be 30 seconds before the guards got here. She would need to act fast.

The screen in front of her flickered to life and the sound of the alarm pierced the night.

Sitting down, she began the transfer of data to Shern Ren’s computer.

Somewhere, high above the earth, an unregistered sattelite shifted its position as the transfer began.

She glanced at her watch. 15 seconds left.

The image on the computer screen blinked. [30% completed]

Come on, she urged silently. This is taking too long.

10 seconds.

[50% completed]

8 seconds.

[65% completed]

She could hear orders being yelled in chinese by the superiors to their guards.

5 seconds.

[80% completed]

Footsteps thundered down the hallway towards her.

Suddenly, the image on the screen blinked again.

[Transfer of data failed. Please try again later]

Later?! I don’t have any later!she screamed silently in frustration.

2 seconds.

The footsteps were nearly at the door.

Bolting up out of her chair, she glanced around the room for a way to escape. Through the front door was certainly out of question. She was supposed to stay invisible, unknown.

The room had no other exit.

Now what?

***

Suspense? (somewhat) Good, no? :P

Love,

Stef