woodnutter.

booyah.

weehee (:
just read finish Constantine (:

**

He looked up as Satan reappeared in front of him. A glare of impatient expectancy from the First of the Fallen.

Constantine gave him the look that said: You owe me.

Satan knew it was true. He was at a metaphysical disadvantage if he let Constantine restore balance in his kingdom for him. He had to take authority back by paying off the debt. It was just another law of spiritual phsyics.

"So...what do you watn?" Satan demanded, his voice taut with impatience. "An extension?"

The weakness of blood loss was making Constantine feel like his face was made of soft lead;his lips were too heavy to move. He managed to say, "Isabel..."

Even in Hell, it's all about context. Satan knew who he was talking about. "What about her?"

"Let her...go home..."

Satan wasn't easy to suprise. But Constantine had genuinely suprised him. "You would give up your life so she could go to Heaven?"

Constantine managed a nod.

And Satan was pleased. Constantine wasn't asking for his own life. Thaat meant that Satan could have Constantine to play with, and right away. Satan disliked delaying gratification. And he would get far more personal satisfaction from torturing Constantine than playing with Isabel, whom he scarcely knew.

"Fine," Satan said.

There was a pause. Things were done, invisibly, in the space of that pause.

**

i like this bit of the book best. there's still more. but neways. today training was super slack (:

**

Things were accomplished, in that pause, after Satan said, Fine.

A spirit was released from Hell-and found itself in Heaven, where there was celebrtion at her arrival, and in many things came clear to her at last...

"Welcome, Isabel," said her grandmorhter. "Welcome, my darling. I'd like you to meet some friends of mine-and I don't think you ever met your grandfather...Oh-and here's a friend of a friend. His name is Chaz..."

**

I dunno why. this above part seems kinda amusing to me. heh...

**

"...it's done," Satan finished. He looked at Constantine-and it was a look that contained a continuum of torment. "Time to go."

Constantine nodded. Al l he could manage. Lifted oen hadn, just a little, toward Satan-to show his readiness.

Satan reached down and took his hand, pulled him toward him, toward the doors. On the other side of the doors was something other than more hospital. It was a now a doorway to Hades.

Satan drew Constantine after him...

...but the corridor seemed to stretch out on the way to the door. They couldnt' seem to get there. They moved, and yet the door remained the same distance away. They weren't relaly going anywhere at all.

Constantine's other hand lifted up-something was pulling him in another direction. Away form Hell. Constantine's other hand was held by someone else.

His hand was in God's.

Satan dropped Constantine's hand-recoiling in ineffable, infinite, space-spanning anger.

"The sacrifice!" Satan roared. Realizing that Constantine's willingness to sacrifice himself for Isabel had been noticed: had saved him. Constantine was dying, nearly dead-but he wasn't goign to Hell. He was going to Heaven. Satan was to be cheated.

Satan shook his fist at the light shining from above. "No! This one belongs to me!"

**

fast forward a little...

**

Satan combusted with rage, lifting his fists and igniting into a figure of fire. He pointed a flaming finger and Constantine. "You will live, John Constantine! You will live so you will have the chance to prove that your soul truly belongs in Hell. Damn you-you will live!"

Satan plunged his blazing etheric hand into Constantine's body, deep into his breast, lifting him up off hte floor with the thrust.

Constantine screamed in agony as Satan scooped the cancer from his lungs, ripping out a mass of diseased tissue with a nasty yank, trying to make it as painful as possible. He realeased Constantine...

...and Constantine dropped to the floor in a heap.

On his hands and knees, Constantine felt strength pour into him. He took a deep breath...filling healthy lungs for the first time in years.

He looked at his wrists. They had sealed up-he was healed top to bottom. Satan had given him a new lease on life-but he'd done it only so that he could one day try to get an eviction.

Constantine heard Satan's voice in his mind as the dark angel went through the door, back to brood at home-and to beat his son.

**

fast forward a very little bit more...

**

And then Satan was gone-as much as he ever is.

Constantine looked around. Didn't see any heavenly glows. Didn't feel that divine touch that'd been so exquisite, moments ago. God was gone too.

But then again-He never is.

**

nice (:

matatoduo;

okies.
happy belated birthday singapore. blahblahblah.
oh yeah. yest ate famous amos cookies (: (: (:
oh. and on tuesday, there was this bbq at coach's house
and then we played this pass the parcel thing. and then i got it three times. so stupid.
the first time i had to sing a love song to somebody. (then i sang the barney song to joan)
the second time i had to hug a tree and propose to it. so dumb >.<
and the last time i had to hug everybody whoose name started with a 'c', including coach.
bweah.
but in the end i got the box of nerds in the parcel thingy. hahaha.
and then eat
play
eat more
play more
went up to make chocolate thingy for dipping
eat more
and then.
um...
yeah.
that's bout all i guess
i know
my life very boring.
can't be bothered to type more.
ciao

matatoduo;

haha. i think Dr Seuss is funnynice. apparently my dad thinks its a kiddy book. here's a nice long story (:
Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are? by Dr. Seuss (:

When I was quite young
and quite small for my size
I met an old aman in the Desert of Drize
And he sang me a song I will never forget.
At least, well, I haven't forgotten it yet.
He sat in a terribly prickly place
But he sang with a sunny sweet smile on his face:

When you think things are bad,

when you feel sour and clue,

when you start to get mad...

you should do what I do!

Just tell yourself, Duckie,

you're really quite lucky!

Some people are much more...

oh, ever so much more...

oh, muchly much-much more

unlucky than you!

Be glad you don't work on the Bunglebung Bridge

that they're building across Boober Bay at Bumm Ridge

It's a troublesome world. All the people who're in it

are troubled with troubles almost every minute.

You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,

for the places and people you're lucky you're not!

Just suppose, for example,

you lived in Ga-Zayt

and got caught in that traffic

on Zayt Highway Eight!

Or suppose,

just for instance,

you lived in Ga-Zair

with yoru bedroom up here

and your bathroom up THERE!

Suppose, just suppose you were poor Herbie Hart,

who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart!

He never will get it together, I'm sure.

He never willl know if the Gick or the Goor

fits into the Skruz or the Snux or the Snoor.

Yes, Duckie, you're lucky you're not Herbie Hart

who has taken his Throm-dim-bu-lator apart.

Think they work you too hard...?

Think of poor Ali Sard!

He has to mow grass in his uncle's back yard

and it's quite-growing grass

and it grows as he mows it.

The faster he mows it, the faster he grows it.

And all that his stingy old uncle will pay

for his shoving that mower around in that hay

is the piffulous pay of two Dooklas a day.

And Ali can't live on such piffulous pay!

SO...

He has to paint flagpoles

on Sundays in Grooz

How lucky you are

you don't live in his shoes!

And poor Mr. Bix!

Every morning at siz,

poor Mr. Bix has his Borfin to fix!

It doesn't seem far. It' just doesn't seem right,

but his Borfin just seems to go shlump every night.

It shlumps in a heap, sadly needing repair.

Bix figures it's due to the local night air.

It takes him all da to un-shlump it.

And then...

the night air comes back

and it shumps once again!

So don't you feel blue. Don't get down in the dumps

You're lucky you don't have a Borfin that shlumps.

And, while we are at it, consider the Schlottz,

the Crumple-horn, Web-footed, Green-bearded Schlottz,

whoose tail is entailed with un-solvable knots.

If he isn't muchly

more worse off than you,

I'll eat my umbrella.

That's just what I'll do.

And you're lucky, indeed, you don't ride on a camel.

To ride on a camel, you sit on a wamel.

A wamel, you know, is a sort of saddle

held on by a button that's known as a faddle.

And, boy! If your old wamel-faddle gets loose,

I'm telling you, Duckie, you're gone like a goose.

And poor Mr. Potter,

T-crosser,

I-dotter.

He has to cross t's

and he has to dot i's

in and I-and-T factory

out in Van Nuys!

Oh, the jobs people work at!

Out west, near Hawtch-Hawtch,

there's a Hawtch-Hawtcher Bee-Watcher.

His job is to watch...

is to keep both his eyes on the lazy town bee.

A bee that is watched will work harder, you see.

Well...he watch and he watched.

But, in spite of his watch,

that bee didn't work any harder. Not mawtch.

So then somebody said,

"Our old bee-watching man

just isn't bee-watching as hard as he can.

He ought to be watched by another Hawtch-Hawtcher!

The thing that we need

is a Bee-Watcher-Watcher!"

WELL...

The Bee-Watcher-Watcher watched the Bee-Watcher.

He didn't watch well. So another Hawtch-Hawtcher

had to come in as a Watch-Watcher-Watcher!

And today all the Hawtchers who live in Hawtch-Hawtch

are watchign on Watch-Watcher-Watchering-Watch,

Watch-Watching the Watcher who's watching that bee.

You're not a Hawtch-Watcher. You're lucky, you see!

And how fortunate you're not Professor de Breeze

who has spent the past thirty-two years, if you please,

trying to teach Irish ducks how to read Jivvanese.

And think of the

poor puffing Poogle-Horn Players,

who have to parade

down the Poogle-Horn Stairs

every morning to w ake up

the Prince of Poo-Boken.

It's awful how often

their poogles get broken!

And, oh! Just suppose

you were poor Harry Haddow.

Try as he will,

he can't make any shadow!

He thinks that, perhaps, something's wrong with his Gizz.

And I think that, by golly, there probably is.

And the Brothers Ba-zoo.

The poor Brothers Ba-zoo!

Suppose your hair grew

like theirs happened to do!

You think you're unlucky...?

I'm telling you, Duckie,

some people are mcuhly,

oh, ever so muchly,

muchly more-more-more unlucky than you!

And suppose that yo ulived in that forest in France,

where the average young person just hasn't a chance

to escape form the perilous pants-eating-plants!

But your pants are safe! You're a fortunate guy.

And you ought to be shouting, "How lucky am I!"

And, speaking of plants,

you should be greatly glad-ish

you're not Farmer Falkenberg's

seventeenth radish.

And you're so, so lucky

you're not Gucky Gown,

who lives by himself

ninety miles out of town,

in the Ruins of Ronk.

Ronk is rather run-down.

And you're so, so, so lucky

you're not a left sock,

left behind by mistake

in the Kaverns of Krock.

Thank goodness for all the things your'e not!

Thank goodness you're not somethign someone forgot,

and left all alone in some punkerish place

like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

That's why I say, "Duckie!

Don't grumble! Don't stew!

Some critters are much-much,

oh, every so much-much,

so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!"

good for you if you actually read the whole thing. Its kinda boring without pics...oh well.

***

hellos. typed the above yest. hahaha...

today's national day celebration was boring.

I wanna go back to rgps.

oh. and this year.

the national day gift (for rgps)

is this pencil case (yes, again)

and among the pencil cases in the previous year(s)

this is the nicest.

cept for the part where there's this "national day" word.

it looked so out of place...

rawr.

and i threw away my flag.

matatoduo;

Was playing the piano yesterday when i saw the [Chronicles of Narnia] toy ( from MacDonalds) on the piano.
Then i thought about the time i watched it in Malacca during mission trip...was sitting beside Joycelyn...sis wasn't there though...
I remember when the children were talking to the beavers then they talked about Aslan ( the first mention of him in the show ) and then i asked Joycelyn who's Aslan. Right after that, one of the boy in the show went :"Who's Aslan?" Hah...
Actually come to think of it, i can remember quite clearly what happen during the whole mission trip. All the stupid things happening, like when Benjamin called John Pang and my name over the PA system (without asking the lady >.< )...all the funny things, like putting the hamster into Ben's pants...the bad times too...and especially the outreach (:
If i remember correctly, 127 people received Christ into their lives (:
oooh...i remember one of the outreach, i had to take this group of children. Most of them understood abit of English 'cept one. She understood only Chinese and 'though i practised preaching in Chinese at the word place already, i was still a failure -.- But later on, Jesse took over and the little girl accepted Christ as Lord (:
Oh! Oh! Oh! I still remember the other little girl from the Word Place. She was in Joyce's group but Joyce had to go act so i took over for awhile. Haha. Her name was Stephenie (: And she was really cute :D I still remember she was so amazed by the flying thingy made out of paper that they did as one of the activities. She told me she'll be going for the outreach at "i forgot where" but i didn't see her ): Oh well.
Lotsa things happened during the mission trip...bad and good...mostly good...
Oh, i remember the cake shop near the hotel... :D :D
Super super nice. i miss it all...

***

Ya' know what. When i grow up, i'm gonna open a pet shop. I'll buy myself a Golden Retriever and a West Highland Terrier. Maybe a Cockel Spaniel too... (:
I want wheelies...>.<

matatoduo;

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