Okay... After those depressing posts and the blogskin to fit with those posts, its time for umm.. joy I supposed. Anyway, this is my oral piece. I wrote it , surprisingly without any block. Well, warning. Its another sarcastic and depressive kind of story so I'm contradicting myself. But that means I'm back to normal which should be... quite happy I supposed.
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Truth
There is always this clear distinction between good or bad, even if it is a thin line drawn across the imaginary barrier. We know this well, which is why we choose the ultimate path in life. Between good and evil, light or darkness, hero or villain. We were given these choices. They had been offered to others before, those who were lucky, respected by all, loved by most and hated by few. They were termed as heroes. Not just your everyday heroes but also a true savior. A champion born out from the ashes, joining into this eternal struggle which we called life, and which they all agreed to be a breeze.

Fools. They understand nothing.

Of course, not all heroes have the same mindset. Confused heroes made the cut too. They will do anything to achieve their goal. They lived by a simple saying, that “The ends justify the means.” Living and dying, all controlled by an ancient phrase.

They too, didn’t get it right.

I do not belong in those ranks. I don’t think I am even termed as a hero. Or some nameless insignificant entity in this blasted place called Earth. I live by my own morals, my own rules. The way of the mercenary is truly amazing. One would not understand it, never comprehend it, for there is no definite way. I do my job, finish it, and start on the next one. There is just no end to this. But its what I do to keep busy. It’s the only way to stop the flow of memories from ever reaching me, from ever tainting my heart if I show a sign of weakness. So instead of letting the past haunt me, I throw myself into each assignment. With great passion, great ease, and great care, I moved on to be one of the extremes. No, still not a hero. Not one of those fools. I am only an elite in my group. We don’t have a name for our organization. Neither do we reveal our true identity. If you live in this darkness, then you have to abide by the rules. So we all have new code names every time there is a new mission.

I know what you’re going to ask. Why?

The curtain of darkness falls over us. It protects but also harms. Everything is risky when you operate in secrecy. There is no trust among us so none of us want to get too close. The life of a mercenary holds no life insurance or health care benefits. We enter each battlefield with our lips sealed and heart prepared. Like a fly that decided to venture into a human household. We either complete the mission or die, as simple as that. No one really cares about us. Who cares for scavengers, beasts that steal and kill without mercy or care.

Diseased we are, avoided by all who live in the eternal darkness.

Hated, by families who housed unfortunate prey that fell as our victims.

Spit upon, by those who cringed in fear when we grabbed their loot.

Feared, by the witnesses of our destruction and crimes.
And yet…

They come to us, paying us to perform jobs which they are too ashamed, too afraid, too proud to do themselves. They think that by stuffing us with money, they will be able to gain status, power and overall, love. Our answer to that is simple. They will gain status as our short term boss, power over us during the mission period and ultimately, gain our love, our love for their money.

Everything is ironic. In this place, in this heaven of darkness, everything operates normally. By the way, normal, under any circumstances, means the exact opposite.

Everyone thinks that they are better than us, for we are nameless, not heroes, and not like them too. We are the servants of the devil. That is why they resort to buying us, so that all the blame could be shifted. So that they remain pure, that they still hold the halo above their heads and are welcomed into the gates of heaven. That they can be gods and command us to take lives, to create chaos and to protect their weak bodies.

And through the carnage, we have the last laugh.

They think that they are the masters, holding tightly to the strings of fate tied at our backs. But they are oblivious. They understand nothing. We are the true puppet masters. We manipulate them, their lives, their fate.

We are angels.

We do our best to guard them. Care for them when they requested, save them when commanded, love them when we get our spoils. We make them cry for joy.

We are devils.

The tail is shown clearly each time there is a mission. We kill, assassinate and dismember all who stood in our path. We bathe in their blood, mutilate them and become their worst nightmare. No amount of prayer helps these poor lost souls. We make them cry in fear.

We are invisible.

We are remnants of society, thrown away into the farthest corner when there is no use. The box that sealed us becomes weaker each time we are released. For we exist only when someone’s husband has been cheated or someone’s kid need saving. We make them cry with relief.

Imbeciles. They think there are such things as heroes. That the world is perfect, that it is round and that no one would see through their schemes. Fools. The evidence lies in front of their face. Corruption, lies and destruction have flattened this world. And eyes… If walls have ears, then it is possible that anything, anywhere, will have a pair of eyes.
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Another sadistic story. How saddening that I am actually focussing on writing such stuff. Its a new style I've been recently exposed to so I thought of using it. Rather like monologue. Hmm... Nothing interesting happened today... not even in IT lesson because it is getting boring. Photoshop... sure, there are many techniques I would be glad to learn but definitely not some techniques that I have learnt. Also... I guess I've been cramming too many ideas into one single picture. Right. I just had to stumble onto cara's blog. Hmph...

Part of the 2G '06 campaign.5 Fingers- credit me. Kthx. This is how it works, kay. Copy/paste it on your blog, and answer all the questions about me. And then if you want other people to complete your OWN 5 Fingers thingamajig...replace my name with yours, and put THAT on your blog. Then people will do THAT, and put it on THEIR blogs, along with their own blank 5 Fingers thing. 2G- the aim is to have as many people's 5 Fingers quizzes [with the answers you filled in] on your blog! Trust me, it makes for great fun and it makes people happy too.

1. When you think of CARA, which feature instantly comes to mind?
Well, to be honest, it would really be her eyes then her lashes then the umm... fantasy thing. Seriously, what she reminds me of is a G.I.B well, girl in black. and reading/writing fantasy stuff. And being philosophical too. I would still rate the eyes the first though. Its like... so... so... special. Pardon me for my poor vocabulary.

2. If you could pick a theme song for CARA, what would it be?
Songs? eek.. no songs. Cause I don't really listen to songs. And no theme songs. Definitely none. I hope. Well, perhaps one that suit your mysteriousness and the philosophical part.

3. What random object would remind you of CARA?
Random things... lets see. I'm staring at my com, my just-finished packet of vitasoy with melon flavour... a large big red scissors. Nope, my reality does not form an image of Cara. Lets see, surfing through my mind. Got to be... yes, I think I found it. Well, since I'm so not close to you and didn't really have the chance to know you, I've got to say some thought about drama. Yup, drama goes for you.

4. What do you expect CARA to be doing ten years from now?
Hanging out with lots and lots and lots of boys and posing in front of a camera. And that's for some big fashion magazine. And maybe acting. 24 and acting and still as pretty as ever. Yup. That fits.

5. If you could give CARA an award, what would it be?
Congegacious... Not that it means anything. Its jargon. Lets see... The One. That said fantasy. And Freak. Mind you, thats something not easy to forget. Or maybe its my memory. So your title... it would be umm... Quedrako. It does not mean anything of course. nope.. its a potmanteua. Not sure bout spelling but it is.

1 down. 1 more to go. Don't worry. I'll spare everyone from writing mine.

1. When you think of AUDREY!, which feature instantly comes to mind?
Her cheerful personality. Well, if it is a feature. Still, that is the thought that will pop up into mind. Having known her for ... like 4 years plus, I guess that's what I noticed of her. Actually... there's still the fact that she's quite quiet. I experienced it if you don't believe me.

2. If you could pick a theme song for AUDREY!, what would it be?
Really, I don't listen to songs. But because of some randomness, I've decided to download hakuna matata and been listening to it now. Its a song for everybody actually. Hakuna Matata!! No worries people! (I'm stealing geel's line... how... great)

3. What random object would remind you of AUDREY!?
The exclamation and question marks make the question seemed like some... outburst. Anyway, random object... see see, got to be anything pink. She made it obvious that pink is forever related to her. Do I know you at all?!

4. What do you expect AUDREY! to be doing ten years from now?
24... Most probably singing and acting. I mean, she loves singing. And acting. And she's good in writing too. But it'll probably be in chinese. Of course, she could be a DJ. I'll put my vote in the singer/actress part though.

5. If you could give AUDREY! an award, what would it be?
ThePwinker. Well, its an honour! I created this myself using all the years I've known you. The Pwinker. How nice. How astounding. How me. Right... The Pwinker it is and it shall be.
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Anyway, I've bored everyone with this ultra long post. I didn't want to repost so I edited. Hmm... incase anyone feels like doing the five fingers, please do so and spread it. You're not welcomed to do mine. Like I said, I'll spare everyone the trouble. Unless you want to abide by the rules of this game crafted entirely by Quedrako: Cara. I still don't know what that means... nevermind. It sounds like some latin or german thing. Ciao people~