2011-11-24T21:21:00.001+08:00

It's not a game of numbers we're playing. It's not about statistics but about the individual.

Place the value of the relationship and person on simply the person - not the salvation. I believe that's what Jesus would do.

2011-10-27T23:38:00.000+08:00

Yeah. I know. There are times when I'm totally pumped up and interested in church.

There're also times when I find it completely boring.

I think I've given up on trying to have te perfect "attitude" or mentality. I'll just be there sitting, being excited with God...

...and being bored with Him.

...

Just hanging out with Him, ya'know?

2011-10-27T23:37:00.000+08:00

For all Christians, there's every reason to believe in God. For every non-Christian, there's every reason not to.

For me, telling about the gospel and of God's love and all are good and important. It's a call. But I think what's more important is being that expression of God's love and being real as a Christian - imperfections and all. God's the only one who can bring that change of heart. Not us.

2011-10-25T23:36:00.000+08:00

Nothing to prove. Nothing to lose. Nothing to hide.

2011-10-22T23:36:00.000+08:00

Honestly, I don't know where I stand on a lot of stuff but this I know: I'm accepted and loved by my Creator and I don't need to do anything to prove myself to Him.

2011-10-20T23:35:00.001+08:00

I'm not a good person. I'm actually a terrible person.

I'm greedy, an attention-whore, whiny, cranky, scheming and more.

You know those good things you see me expressing? That's not me - not really.

That's the goodness and glory of God showing through me. He gives me the strength, in my weakness, to show the people around me His love.

2011-10-18T23:34:00.000+08:00

The Christian Dilemna: Perpetual Sin.

Our hardwired conscience V.S The Sin nature = Annoying Conflict of Spirit and Struggle of epic proportions.

Thank God there's grace.

2011-10-17T23:34:00.000+08:00

God, I pray that when I pass from this world, I won't be known as the perfect "Christian" -Holier-than-Thou and all about laws, rules and regulations- but as the imperfect Christian who believed, loved and followed a God he believed and knew to be true - someone who made his fair share of mistakes and wasn't afraid to admit it; someone who walked with people; someone who loved people; someone who was real;

Someone, who in his very imperfection, was a reflection and vessel of God's love and grace.

In Jesus' name, amen.

2011-10-16T23:33:00.000+08:00

God gave Mankind all dominion, rulership, authority AND responsibility over Earth and everything in it.

Essentially, we're the ones who failed in our responsibility to take care of each other (hurts, rape, murder, etc.) and God's willingly clearing up our messes and offering a second chance even though He doesn't have to...

...so why are we blaming God for our problems when He's not obliged to help us but does so anyway?

2011-10-14T23:33:00.000+08:00

So I've been thought of being from America and Australia instead of Singaporean. And then people think I'm Japanese, Thai, Korean, Burmese or Malay.

What's next? o.o

2011-10-11T23:32:00.000+08:00

Horror movie marathon. Like a boss.

Reflections from a Christian Soldier

2011-10-10T23:39:00.000+08:00

Note: This is an entry that came from a journal I kept in the army camp. Contains no protocols, documents or anything army related apart from ranks mentioned so I thought I'd share.

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My BMT life is coming to a close and the mixed feelings I have about it are getting stronger. Part of me wants to get out of this place but there's another that's going to miss all the Sergeants, the Company Sergeant Major and Captain. It's sentiment, I guess.

Over the course of my life, particularly after I became a Christian, this question has come up: Who am I - what is my identity based upon? This question has surfaced moreso through my army days, with my convictions and values being constantly questioned and challenged.

So here it is.

This is my identity.

I am a child of God, wonderfully and fearfully created. I know that I have a Saviour and that I am loved. I am here to be an instrument and expression of God's love. I am not ashamed to proclaim in who or what my identity is in and I consider it an honour to stand up for my beliefs.

Loyalty to Country. Leadership. Discipline. Professionalism. Fighting Spirit. Ethics. Care for Soldiers.

All the aforementioned are great or excellent values but they are not the crux or core of who I am.

I will fight to the end to fulfill my responsibilities because I am to be called into account for each and every action I commit - and every word I speak - when I finally meet my Creator.

I submit to the authority of the leadership and organization I'm under, regardless of whether I like them or agree with them, because submission to authority, respect and honour pleases God.

I don't seek to give perfection but I always give my best at the current point of time.

Most importantly, above all those, I am a vessel of God's love, mercy and grace - to love Man and God and to grant grace on others just as grace, love and forgiveness were all granted to me.

Not the perfect or ideal soldier, probably, but that was never who I wanted to be. And that was never who I said I'd be right from the outset.

A Christian. A child of God. Someone who's an imperfect representation of God's love and goodness. Someone who found God, and who God found, when he was at the lowest point of his life.

A designer. A writer. An artist. A musician. A worshipper. A man of faith. A friend. A shoulder to cry on. A son. A brother.

Loved.

Forgiven.

Accepted.

Human.

That's who I am.

Kornelius Comes Out

2011-10-10T23:38:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: This entry comes from my personal thoughts and feelings on matters and has absolutely no bearing on the truth, reality and/or goodness of God. Young Christians, read with an open mind and read your Bibles; mature Christians, don't get offended.

So here it is. I'm coming out with it. I'm coming out with the truth of how I feel. But before we go on, let's establish some facts.

1. I'm a Christian.
2. I am loved and accepted by God.
3. I love, believe in and follow God.
4. I'm wholeheartedly commited to the cause of God and the Church

And lastly...

5. I'm straight. The title and disclaimer were just to get your attention. :D

And here it is. I'm coming out with the truth (not that I've actually ever hidden anything but whatever). I'm honestly bone dry and tired. I look pretty darn happy and chirpy all the time.

I'm not.

Far from it actually.

What everyone's seeing is simply the joy of the Lord giving me the strength to carry on. I'm not giving up the fight anytime soon but I'm tired. I've got questions and I don't even know if anyone can actually answer them.

I'm wondering how much I'm wanted around in church by my peers for who I simply am.

I'm wondering which of my peers actually enjoys being around me and who simply tolerates me and acts "nice" and "polite" simply cuz they think they're doing the right thing or whatever instead of it being motivated by love.

And there's thing I'm wondering about that very honestly pisses me off: Who's being around me simply cuz they want something from me, want me to use my skills for their cause (rather than God's cause) and/or want to leech off whatever anointing God has given me.

More often than not, I'm wandering around in church with no one with a truly common interest who I can hang out with.

More often than not, when I disappear from church for lengths of time, no one calls to check if I'm okay. Almost as if it doesn't matter if I suddenly leave the church - like I'm just some nameless face in the crowd.

I'm often the one who has to start any conversation and usually the person gets distracted by someone else and leaves halfway through. I don't do that (unless it's something honestly urgent) so why can't others express the same courtesy?

Sometimes I wonder if anyone really wants me around. If anyone's interested in me as a person - with all my quirks, dreams, strengths and weaknesses - or if I'm just seen as a worker in an organization.

And yes. Believe it or not, I'm pretty lonely.

This is the reality of what I'm going through. I doubt God would want me to hide it or sugar-coat it. I believe God wants to work something out in me through this but I can't see it right now.

That aside, don't get me wrong. This entry isn't a rant post (not really). I'm not angry with God or anyone. I'm not depressed. Just a little down.

This entry is meant to be a reminder to those going through what I'm going through that, "Hey! You're not alone. I don't know what you're going through but there's someone out there who understands and relates." and an outlet for me to vent what I can't speak freely due to some mental and emotional barriers.

It's also not representative entirely of the situation. Part of it probably's true but there's another part that could be entirely perceived. Only God knows. If it's all true, let Him be my comforter. If not, let Him teach.

And in my morose-ness, I'm still glad that there're at least one or two friends who try to make a point to check up on me periodically and whom I can sort of open up to.

Tired; lonely; moody. Pressing on. Cuz He never gave up on me.

Maybe I'll get some answers.

2011-10-09T23:31:00.000+08:00

2011-10-02T23:31:00.000+08:00

Lord, be with me as I speak, sing, draw or write. I'm not perfect and I periodically say or do the worst stuff but let everything that comes from me glorify You...

2011-09-25T23:30:00.000+08:00

It doesn't take education to know not to spray blast someone's plants when HDB-washing.

It's common sense.

2011-09-18T23:29:00.000+08:00

The church is simply an imperfect representation of God's love.
Sometimes you're misunderstood; sometimes you're rejected.
But know this: God sees past your imperfections and mistakes. You are acceptable. You are loved.

2011-09-15T23:29:00.000+08:00

I submit to the authority and leadership I'm under not cuz I like the organization or agree with it but because it pleases God to have the right attitude.

2011-09-11T23:28:00.000+08:00

Maybe it's not cuz I'm dumb, deaf, blind or unaware. Maybe it's just cuz I want to think the best of people.

2011-09-04T23:28:00.000+08:00

As much as I want to remain having a good attitude, this organization is really making me hate "authority". God, please change them or change my heart and keep me intact.

2011-09-03T16:33:00.001+08:00

Breaking the curse of our condition, perfection took my place. When only love could make a way, You gave Your life in a beautiful exchange. My burden erased. My life forgiven. There is nothing that could take this love away.

My life. A mess. Worth dying for.

2011-09-03T16:31:00.000+08:00

The most precious things in life aren't when you're in great comfort or company but in the quiet times of hardship.

Like a simple holding of hands.

Like a brief hug in a lonely time.

Like that momentary true smile.

Like a prayer in the dead of night.

2011-08-30T15:35:00.001+08:00

2011-08-29T15:56:00.000+08:00

Pronouncing English Words in Chinese

2011-08-28T23:37:00.000+08:00

2011-08-28T22:40:00.000+08:00

Screwed up again but I'm reminded once more of His grace~

You Belong to Me (cover)

2011-08-28T21:42:00.000+08:00

Recording, pronunciation and singing fail. D: Skip to 00:54 to get to the cover immediately~

So many problems but I'm done re-recording this. Any comments on how I can improve? Post em please! They'll be greatly appreciated. =w=

Dedicated to Jennifer and to all those out there who've been hurt by people they love or have been rejected.

2011-08-27T19:44:00.000+08:00

Sneaking up on someone who fights as a hobby (no matter how little) is a surefire way to get a fist in the face or a hard elbow in the chest/stomach. .____.

2011-08-21T03:45:00.004+08:00

A few variations of a gift for a friend. Both of us make absolutely no profit from this and all the characters inside are sole property of Walt Disney and Pixar Studios. We own nothing of them.

I only claim ownership over the effort put into doing this.

2011-07-17T03:49:00.000+08:00

2011-07-12T02:09:00.001+08:00

To have a PROPHET - a man of spiritual authority, position, power and credibility - pretty much say that "Yes, God can cause (significantly) good things to come from the games you and your team create." even after the countless years of bashing from both the Christian and secular communities, and to have him say that I have an artistic and creative nature and being different from others is simply part of me and perfectly normal...

... that honestly means a lot. A lot more than anyone probably realizes. Especially for someone who's been put down countless times by people who he thought he could look to for encouragement and support.

This goes out to all the homophobes~

2011-07-05T09:29:00.001+08:00

Reblog if you don't care if someone is transsexual, straight, gay, asexual, cis-gendered, pansexual, lesbian or bisexual.

Soldier Leaves a Legacy Much Larger Than 'He was Gay'

2011-07-01T22:44:00.001+08:00

Still feeling the sting but to decide to forgive is different from feeling like you've forgiven the person.

2011-06-29T22:14:00.006+08:00

2011-06-28T10:53:00.001+08:00

It's an unfortunate trend in most Christians that as we age in our Christian life, we tend to cease growing and to begin developing a Holier-than-Thou attitude and to become more interested in the behaviour of people rather than the people themselves.

We forget that we were either once there before or still currently are.

God, I pray I never reach that stage. Enable me to be the agent of change to be able to an imperfect expression of an aspect of Your nature.

NEED: Part 1

2011-06-26T03:55:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: Assassins Creed and all of its characters are property of UbiSoft. I do not profit from it, apart from getting entertainment from doing my fanfiction and improving on my language and writing skills. Also, all events and characters are purely fictitious and any similarities to people or events in real life are purely coincidental.

This is a collaborative work between me and .

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Altair growled and flopped around on the pile of cushions he was lounging on. Eyeing the man behind the table balefully, he opened his mouth to speak before he shut it again. Malik had been rather… curt the last time he had complained about being bored and unattended to an hour ago.

A few more minutes passed before Altair let out an impatient huff. Damn it all. He was grandmaster. If he could take off time from his own busy schedule, Malik ought to have time to attend to him. Setting his resolve, Altair walked over to Malik's desk boldly. He raised a finger, about to speak, before closing it when Malik glanced at him. Opting to simply standing behind Malik, Altair leaned over Malik's shoulder to look at the map he was working on, ignoring the slight shiver the man let out when he accidentally brushed against him and the slight twitch in his eye.

Damn that novice. Damn his presumptuousness. Damn his obnoxious grumbling. Damn his complaints. Damn it all.

Malik had absolutely no desire to draw out any of these tedious maps before him. What he wanted to do was storm over to Altair and rip those robes off him. Damn him for how he turned him on.

Everything had been moderately bearable (with him sneaking the occasional glance at the grandmaster) after he'd tactfully told Altair to "shut the fuck up" an hour ago. And then Altair had decided to strut over to his desk. Oh. That ass. The way it looked so poun-damn it. Altair was distracting him again.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring the presence of the other behind him, Malik continued drawing his maps, scratching out the increasing number of errors. And then HE leaned over his shoulder and brushed against him.

Shivering at the sensations running through him, Malik didn't notice that he'd pressed the quill a little too hard till it broke. Swearing, though never quite able to take his mind off the fact that Altair smelt amazingly musky-and ever since when had heat radiated off him like that?-, Malik snapped, "Altair, go si-"

Altair had had enough of being ignored. Taking advantage of the convenient position, Altair gave a long lick on the lobe of Malik's ear. "Safety and peace, Malik."

Malik let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and shuddered. Allah. The way Altair had said his name… it had sounded so deliciously vulgar. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing pulse, Malik replied, "Safety and peace, Altair."

Altair paused for a moment, golden eyes gazing at the man who suddenly looked very flushed. And what was that smell suddenly rolling off Malik? He leaned closer to Malik's slightly parted lips, warm breath ghosting out and whispered huskily, "Fuck me?" Ha. That ought to get his attention.

Malik's eyes narrowed as he stared the other man down, knowing he'd been made a fool of by such tricks before. But that request… it had piqued his interest. He licked his lips, his arm wrapping around the assassin and pinning him against the bureau desk. "Where and how hard?"

The grandmaster grinned ferally as his back hit the wood of the desk. Giving a playful nip to Malik's lips, Altair leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Malik. "On this desk. I want you to fuck me so hard that I howl. Let all of Jerusalem know whose bitch I am. I want you to fuck me till I cum on this desk without touching myself. And you'll remember this each time you work on a map or instruct novices at this desk."

Malik's nips were a little less playful as he drank up those words, his breath shuddering as he pushed the man back down onto his back, right on top of his map and smearing the ink until his work was completely undone, as was Altair's tunic, every one of his belts, as deftly as anyone with two hands and a hell of a lot of experience could manage. "You will scream for release and every person in this city will know my name because of you..."

Altair chuckled darkly as he placed both his hands onto Malik's hips and pushed them forward. Moaning as he ground his hips to Malik's, he growled, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Lust-ridden eyes flashed mischievously and scarred lips quirked, "Or are you too much of a pussy to handle me?"

Malik braced a knee against one of the lower shelves of his desk, pushing his hips hard into Altair's as his hand wound into the man's hand and yanked his head back, his teeth clamping on the assassin's throat. "I'll show you who's the pussy here," he growled then sucked a vivid hickey into the man's neck then moved down to his chest.

Altair's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a guttural moan at the sensation of Malik's teeth biting into his neck. Batting Malik's hand away from his head, he returned the favour, yanking at Malik's hair whilst nibbling and worrying his lower lip. Hooking the left foot to the back of Malik's foot, he gave a firm pull, sending Malik swinging down onto the desk with him above. Placing both hands beside Malik's head and pinning him with his hips, Altair smirked cockily. "You want to fuck my ass?"

A rough grope to Malik's ass.

"You want to pound me hard?"

A teasing gyration of hips.

"I know I want you to."

Altair leaned forward as he sneered, "Earn it."

Malik growled darkly and seized one of Altair's hands then twisted and grabbed the other, reversing the positions to where the assassin was on the floor in front of him instead. "No. Now I want to fuck your face if only to shut you up awhile."

Altair face was flushed with arousal as he went slightly limp from Malik's actions. "Oh?" Groping Malik's bulge with his free hand, Altair grinned, "You want to fill me up with your cum on both ends?" Golden eyes were filled with mirth. "What makes you think I'll believe that you can handle all that?"

"It should not be a matter as to whether I can handle that, but if you can." Malik gripped down on Altair's hand and brought the man's face close to the slight tent in his breeches. "Untie it then do as you're told and suck me off. If your job is unsatisfactory I'll make you do it again until you get it right."

Golden eyes glinted in arousal and amusement. "And what if I refuse?"

"What if I do this?" Altair grinned as he mouthed along the erect length enclothed with the breeches.

Malik gave a quiet groan, arching his hips some into that mouth then tightening his grip on the assassin's hair. "Fucking tease me...you will be made to do it over again..."

Altair looked up at Malik impassively, ignoring the tightening grip in his hair. Closing his eyes, he stubbornly resumed licking and mouthing along the length. Chuckling quietly at the soft groans emitted from Malik, Altair grinned as he gave teasing nip on the man's clothed cock.

The hand on Altair's head moved down, running through the man's hair then gripping down rather spastically as a particularly sensitive place was hit. He snapped his knee up and hit the assassin in the head with it, not hard enough to hurt him but to get his attention. "Untie them and do it right, fucking novice."

Altair felt a surge of arousal rush down below as Malik kneed him in the head. "Yes... master."

The sarcastic inflection implied mockery but Altair made no other move to rebel as deft fingers untied the laces. Licking his lips at the turgid length that sprung out before him; Altaif pursed his lips before giving the drooling head a teasing lick.

Malik's teeth clamped down on his lip as automatically his hips pushed forward into the hot, wet confines of Altair's mouth until he could feel the man's nose brushing against the dense brush of short, coarse hair around the base of his cock. "I should make you gag around it," he snarled, pushing the head further into Altair's throat as he said it.

Altair felt himself gag slightly at the sudden intrusion of Malik's cock and placed both his hands on Malik's hips to pull away. He found himself unable to, however, as Malik steadily pushed his head forward towards his body.

Forcing his throat to relax, and swallowing a few times in the process, Altair felt his lips stretch tightly around the girth of Malik's length. His head swam as the musky scent of Malik's cock washed over him and wafted around him. Moaning at the light-headed feeling, Altair blindly groped at Malik's ass before shifting down to palm his own rising erection through his breeches.

The hand at Altair's crotch was kicked away and replaced by a mysteriously bare foot (when'd Malik lost his boot?) that pressed down and shifted a bit with every movement of his hips. He continued to grip down on Altair's hair as he forced the man to suck him off, groaning loudly in his throat as the pressure increased around the head of his cock from the repetitive swallowing he was required to do.

Altair's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he whimpered with arousal. How had he gotten to the point of defying Malik to being this aroused? Altair attempted to push Malik's foot away from his crotch but stopped all for the warning pressure applied.

Muffled whimpers leaked from his lips as Altair bobbed his head up and down Malik's crotch. Moments passed as Altair soon found that having Malik's foot on his crotch wasn't such a bad position. Altair moaned at the combined sensations of his crotch rubbing onto Malik's foot and the sensuous taste of Malik's precum. Giving a few more sucks at Malik's cock, Altair took the opportunity at the slackened grip to pull off. Licking off the thin trickle of saliva and precum that had escaped down the side of his mouth, he croaked hoarsely, "M-Malik... please... fuck me..."

"Needy little bitch," Malik growled then tightened his grip once more, pulling Altair up then forcing him over the desk with his face pressed into the half-dry mess of his map. He yanked down the assassin's breaches and shoved Altair's robes up to expose him further, immediately shoving two fingers straight into the man's ass and twisting them roughly into his prostate. "Beg me," he snarled. "Louder."

Altair let out a yelp and a pleased growl when he was slammed into the wooden desk. Gods. Malik. All that raw strength. He craved it. His thoughts were scattered, however, when Malik shoved his fingers into him and pressed against his prostate.

"Hnf," Altair was a complete panting mess now, mind barely comprehending the pleasure coursing through him, "M-Malik..."

"Now now, little fledgling," the Dai purred in his ear, his hand running along the outside of Altair's thigh, his fingertips gripping into the muscle hard, "You're being entirely too quiet..."

With that, he pushed in a third finger, bending them all at the knuckle and pressing fiercely into the assassin's sweet spot.

Altair shuddered at the fingers running and pressing over his body. He let out a desperate whine as Malik pressed yet another finger into him. OH G-nnn-how the fuck was he supposed to be l-ohfuckrightthere.

Needy breaths. "M-Malik... please... please..."

Malik's press intensified as his nails dug into Altair's thigh, drawing angry red furrows in his skin. He groaned hungrily into the assassin's ear as he pushed his hips forward, pressing the other's into the hard wood of the desk. He lifted a leg to gring hard into the man's crotch from below. "Louder."

"Oh... yesss..." Altair hissed in relief at the increased pressure and the sudden presence of Malik's knee on the bottom of his crotch.

The fingers and knee stilled.

Altair's eyes snapped open even as Malik groaned in his ear. W-what the fuck? Annoyance spiked his arousal, only serving to cause his body to heat up further and for him to notice more and more of Malik's heat and scent all around him.

Head clearing slightly and growling in his chest, Altair shoved his back backwards. "Fuck you Malik. I'm going to get you to fuck me now."

The single strong hand wound into Altair's hair and shoved his head right back down, pressing it into the wet ink stains on his ruined map and smearing the stuff across the assassin's cheek. He smirked, his eyes glinting evilly as he tightened his grip on the man's hair. "What was that, novice?"

Altair moaned out loud just as his face was slammed right back into the desk. He barely registered the wet fluid staining his cheek. His chest heaved at the excitement of battle and sex, adrenaline coursing wildly through his veins.

It was on.

Snarling, he ripped Malik's hand off his head and shoved his body backwards, unbalancing Malik. Sweeping his foot out, he tripped Malik. Baring his teeth, he leered over at the man lying on the ground. Not giving him a moment to react, he swooped down and pinned Malik with both hands. Lips and teeth attacked his neck, raising dark and angry bruises.

He would take what was his.

Letting his tongue slip out, he licked a steady trail down Malik's neck to his chest. He shuddered in delight at the heavy taste and smell of sweat, sex, violence... and Malik.

Malik's chest heaved as his neck and chest were abused, his brow furrowing as he arched up slightly, his erection straining against his breeches. But he wouldn't let Altair have his way, oh no. Malik yanked his hand free at the same time bringing his leg up, using his considerable weight and strength to force Altair down onto his back, glaring down hard into his face.

"Fucking novice... learn your place! Right here on your back, under me...that's where you belong," he snarled then sat up, straddled across Altair's waist.

Altair struggled wildly, cock swinging wildly, desperation getting the better of him. "Then fuck me, you bastard."

Snarling, he spit into Malik's face. His chest was flushed and heaving, sweat pouring off him profusely. Moments passed with Altair thrusting his hips futilely before he finally gave up and simply lay there, panting profusely. Then he licked Malik's cheek apologetically.

Leaning up into his ear, he murmured huskily, "Don't you remember how tightly I squeeze around you?"

Soft licks across a stubbled jaw.

"How I'm so tight and hot."

Altair shivered as Malik's rough stubble scraped over his cheek.

"How I writhe and clench around you as I cry wantonly for you..."

Shifting his free hand to place it on Malik's tailbone, he rubbed it steadily, "Fuck me..." A hoarse whisper, "Malik."

At the murmured words Malik's temper flared, his hand coming up to run across his face to rid it of the moisture. His dark eyes flashed darker as he stared down at the assassin pinned beneath him. He ached to slap the man, and he considered just that as Altair continued to tease him. "Fuck you," he snarled, his teeth bared. He stood, looming over the assassin then reaching down and hauling him up by his robes then throwing him toward the rest area, letting him collapse into the cushions. "I will make you bleed, god damn novice." That strong hand once more shoved Altair down, ripping his clothes a bit as he wrestled them off the assassin then used them to tie his hands up over his head, rendering the man just that much more helpless under him. "Apologize. NOW," he roared.

Altair grinned as a delightful shiver of fear and excitement ran down his spine at the sight of Malik's expression. But he knew Malik - he would never hurt him too much. He was limp as Malik ripped his clothes off and tied his arms up.

Eager to play the role and rile Malik up further, he sat up and leaned against the wall, legs parting ever so slightly to expose himself. Altair sneered as Malik loomed ever closer, his expression dark and dangerous, "I apologize to no one."

"You are entirely too eager to make a complete whore of yourself, Malik snapped, planting his foot against one firm buttock and pushing Altair down hard before leaning down over him, his eyes narrowed. He wanted to humiliate the assassin, reduce him to the begging and pleading for forgiveness a true novice would do. At the continued obstinence though, Malik's hand reared back, coming down in a hard open-palmed slap on the assassin's rump.

Altair let out a yelp and recoiled at the sudden contact to his skin before arousal curled further into his belly, making his cock bob.

"F-fuck... you. Malik."

He wiggled his ass a little, aiming to incite Malik further. "I fucking. Apologize. To. No. One. Especially not to people who can't handle fucking me."

"Maybe I won't fuck you," Malik muttered, once more planting his foot against Altair's backside, leaning forward over him and reaching down to yank the assassin's head up by his hair. "No, I don't think I will. You're not even worth my time. Maybe..." He released Altair, then took down the drapes from the wall and wound them into hard ropes, lashing Altair's feet together, securing his arms over his head, rendering him helpless. He then strode back to his desk, letting Altair lay there for anyone to see should they happen into the bureau.

Altair's breath picked up in excitement and anticipation as Malik tied him up roughly. Then it dropped when Malik strode back to the desk.

"M-Malik?" Altair called out uncertainly.

Moments passed in silence as Altair worried his lower lip. Now what? He refused to beg or apologize. But Malik had just gone off like that...

"You ruined my map. You slowed down my work. You spit in my face literally and you refuse to apologize. You are the worst sort of novice," Malik snarled, cleaning the mess that he admitted only to himself was partially his fault. "You will lay there. Wait for someone to come in and see you and you will explain to them...You will explain why you are in such a position..." His eyes glinted evilly as he watched Altair wriggling on the floor, completely helpless.

Altair grunted as he tried to wiggle out of his bonds. He was dismayed, however, to find that Malik hadn't lost his touch at all.

He felt an edge of panic rise up at the mention of being left there to be discovered by others to be found but he swallowed it down. "Malik," he growled.

There was no reply.

An edge of uncertainty crept into his voice, "Malik?"

Unseen by Altair, Malik smiled faintly to himself. He could hear the man breaking down, hear his resolve crumbling. It gave him a sick sort of satisfaction as he laid out another map for himself, smoothing it then picking up a single white feather. His approach was silent until he stopped in Altair's blind spot and drew the feather up along the man's skin.

Altair wriggled and twisted on the ground, uncertainty and panic rising steadily in his chest. Where was Malik? Had he really gone too far with his teasing? A rare instance of panic overtook him and he began to yell for Malik.

And then, something light and feathery tickled his side.

Letting out a slightly pitchy and rather uncharacteristic yelp, Altair turned his head to the side to stare into amused ocher eyes.

Malik gave a quiet chuckle, dragging the feather across the other side, letting Altair writhe there in blatant arousal, panic and now ticklishness reducing him to a wriggling mess. "What was that, novice," he whispered, kneeling down with his lips just barely brushing Altair's ear, "I thought I was ineffectual...that I could not 'handle' you...and now here you are writing before me like a little hatchling."

Altair's breathing evened out as his panic subsided at the realization that Malik hadn't left. And the full force of his arousal hit him. Hips thrusting upwards, the tip of his cock leaking precum, and his side bowing towards and away from the feather, Altair whimpered, "Malik... please... it hurts."

"You refuse to give me a simple apology...now I refuse to give you your release," Malik whispered even as he grazed his nails along Altair's skin, his breath hot in the man's ear. He traced his tongue along the cup of it before standing once more. "Maybe..." he started thoughtfully, looking up at the skylight, "I should expose you for all of Jerusalem to see..."

Altair shuddered uncontrollably at the constant tickle of Malik's breath on his ear and the sensations Malik's grazing nails wrought. He flushed and felt an irrational surge of arousal at Malik's threat. F-fuck. That shouldn't have turned him on.

His eyes widened as Malik stood up. Was he going to leave again? Gritting his teeth, he mumbled, "Malik... my... apologies..."

Stretching his legs and arching his back contently, Malik once more eyed the skylight then dragged Altair up by the binding around his wrists, forcing him to stand then stumble on bound legs. "Yes, I think I might just do that." He was cut off though as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps on the rooftops. His brow twitched up slightly as he ran his hand down along Altair's sweltering skin. "Well well...we may have an audience after all..." His hand ran down to grasp the base of Altair's cock, stroking torturously slow.

TEASE: Part 1

2011-06-25T03:58:00.000+08:00

Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed and all of its characters are property of UbiSoft. I do not profit from it, apart from getting entertainment from doing my fanfiction and improving on my language and writing skills. Also, all events and characters are purely fictitious and any similarities to people or events in real life are purely coincidental.

This is collaborative work between me and a friend.

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Some days he hated living in the desert.

Most of the time, Malik could take the heat, even preferred it over the freezing nights when he couldn't stay warm to save his life, but today he hated it with a passion. He sat behind the counter, sweating through his robes, his dark hair matted and dripping down his neck, trying to work through his discomfort. But even so, sweat dripped down his nose and blurred the ink on the parchment, and after an hour of trying to correct his mistakes, Malik snarled in frustration and swiped everything off the counter, sending inkpots and parchment flying, only to splatter all over his Dai's robes.

He glared down at himself, a steady stream of hissed curses falling from his mouth as he stormed out into the entryway, tearing his clothes off until he wore nothing but his breeches and boots, a sinful groan leaving him as the air was allowed access to his fevered skin. Tossing his clothes aside, Malik braced himself on the edge of the fountain and dunked his head in the cool water, sighing in relief when he came up for air, trails of liquid streaming down his back and shoulders.

His robes lay forgotten, pooled on the floor while he continued to splash water over his darkly flushed body until goosebumps tingled over his flesh and he could breathe again. Malik glanced down at the pile of linen and snorted, turning his back on the fountain and heading back inside, hand running through his wet hair.

A flash of white streaked overhead blissfully unaware commoners. Clutching the bloodied feather in his hand, the figure effortlessly leapt across the buildings of Jerusalem - or so it seemed. Keeping to the shadows as much as he could, he sought to reach the Bureau in record time. A grin lit over his face as he thought of the scathing remarks the Arab would hurl at him.

He wouldn't admit it but it turned him on beyond belief. To see those sable eyes flashing. To see those lips curl into a snarl. Allah, those lips which he wanted nothing more than to cover with his own and plunder. Just the thought of it made his blood boil and heat pool within his belly.

Resolutely, in spite of the heat beating down on him, the figure ran towards the general direction of the Bureau. Soon... soon...

"Stop. Get down! You're not allowed up here!"

Altair was snapped out of his lust-tinted reverie at the order and the warning thunk of an arrow beside his head. Cursing half-heartedly at the distraction the mere thought of Malik posed, he swiftly shifted behind a chimney.

The archer merely cursed in Arabic, muttering darkly about infidel citizens, before he moved towards the chimney. Meanwhile, Altair had silently climbed to the top of the chimney and he squatted, waiting for the guard to come within range. Altair felt a maniacal grin pull at his lips as the adrenaline of a hunt started coursing through him.

"This is your last warning. You are-"

The archer never got to finish his words as he rounded the corner before he fell to the rooftop, lifeless. A quick hiss of metal and a quickly muttered prayer were the only sounds made by Altair before he was dashing off towards the Bureau again.

He knew he should have been respectful towards the dead but he'd be damned if he further delayed any chance he had to see Malik.

Moments passed in a blur before he was right at the entrance. Wiping his brow of the sweat caused by sweltering heat and running, he crouched, ready to enter into the Bureau when a flash of dark skin caught his eye.

He still felt the rush of the kill and was giddy with it. Scarred lips were quirked into a feral grin. Dropping in silently, Altair slinked towards Malik - who was still unaware of the man behind him.

Malik paused in the doorway, knowing he should at least attempt to rinse the ink from his robes before it fully dried, but not really wanting to spend another second under the sweltering sun to do so. He shook the water from his hair and tossed his head back, eyes shut against the light, grumbling. Today was such a crappy day.

Fine. He would wash his damned robes, but he wasn't wearing them. Not today. Visitors could deal with his exposure or he would kick them out, it was that simple. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the fading sound of the alarm bells. Hmph.
Altair must have succeeded for once.

Allah, damn. He looked fine enough to eat.

Wrapping his arms around the man before him, Altair didn't give the other a chance to react before the sound of metal being released was heard. Pressing the blade to Malik's neck, Altair growled, "Hello Dai."

Malik tensed, suppressing a shiver as the cold metal skimmed over his throat and silently cursing himself for not paying more attention. "Fail miserably again, novice," he said coldly, as if the other didn't have a blade pressed against his throat.
And what if he did? It was too hot for his shit right now. "Let go of me."

Oh. Fuck. That had gone straight to his stirring member. Altair suppressed a shiver of delight at the venom laced in Malik's words.

"And what if I don't?"

Altair smirked as he began nibbling at salty skin. He gave a small muffled moan, relishing the taste of sweat, salt, parchment and -unf- Malik.

A long, heavy breath left him--no. Altair was NOT fucking with him today. He was not.

Malik tried to ignore the mouth on him and grabbed Altair's arm instead, pushing the blade away from his neck while the assassin was preoccupied with his skin--and dear fuck it felt good no no it didn't--glaring at the man over his shoulder.

"You WILL let go," he snarled lowly, eyes threatening, "Because I fucking told you to, novice. Now get away from me before I lose my patience."

Altair ignored the threat in spite of it being a loaded one. Smirking, he merely left his position at Malik's neck and shifted over to his ear. Taking a delicate lobe, he licked it slowly before closing his mouth over it.

"Mm-Malik," Altair moaned breathlessly into said man's ear.

Free hands roamed over the expanse of dark flesh, tickling sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose over where scorching hands passed. Golden eyes lit deviously as a plan formed within Altair's mind.

Letting his hands move over to Malik's back, he felt around before pressing firmly into tense shoulders, "Mmm... Malik... you work so hard behind that desk all that time... let me make it all better for you..."

Malik could not stop the heady groan that Altair's hands forced out of him, his body very nearly going limp against Altair's as his hands kneaded diligently into Malik's muscles. Damn stupid fucker, Malik would kick his...oh shit that felt good...half of him wanted to just melt into the floor right then and there, but the sweaty, irritated, overheated half would not let him.

"Your very existence makes it worse, Altair," he grunted, the threat in his voice still sharp though his body was becoming increasingly pliant, much to his frustration, "if you wish to make it better...go fuck yourself and leave me be."

Altair hummed nonchalantly, not paying attention as he returned his attention to Malik's neck and sucked on it. A bruise was fast forming. He just couldn't get enough of Malik's taste. Letting his hands slip lower, he felt tension just below Malik's shoulder blade and firmly pressed his fingers in. Firmly rubbing the knots out, Altair gave a low chuckle as Malik let out a guttural moan.

He took in a sharp breath at Malik's words. Fuck himself? Now that was an idea.

Nuzzling his nose into Malik's downy hair, he sniffed deeply. "Fuck, Malik. I love the way you smell..."

At this point, Malik was almost putty in his hands though the glower remained ever on that handsome face. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly twisted Malik's arm and slammed him into the wall with his body weight.

"Aah! Damn it!" Malik arched under him, trying to find some leverage and throw off his weight, twisting and writhing against him, each movement sending a jolt of pain up his arm (his only arm, shit if he breaks it...). "Fucking bastard! Get the hell off of me, Altair! I will rip your head off so help me--"

Despite himself, Malik ground his ass back against the assassin, his heart pounding wildly in his ears. Oh stupid novice had to go and piss him off today...damn it. "What now, Altair?" he spat, throwing his weight back again in vain, "You think you're going to fuck me? Stupid boy."

"Maybe," Altair muttered cryptically.

Laving his tongue over Malik's back -gods that scent- Altair picked up the conveniently strewn sash. With one hand, he deftly knotted it around Malik's wrist then looped it around his neck before securing it back to Malik's wrist.

Taking a step back while keeping a hand firmly on Malik's back, he admired his handiwork. The Arab was huffing, face flushed and sweaty. Quite a delectable sight.

"You look good enough to eat."

Altair gave a pleased groan as Malik ground his ass over his clothed member. Bringing his lips close to Malik's right ear, he blew lightly and growled, "Oh, Malik. I'm not just going to fuck you."

Pulling his own sash loose, he looped it around Malik's eyes, blindfolding him. A dark whisper, "I'm going to fuck you raw."

"No you fucking are NOT!" Malik growled viciously, pulling at his bonds and choking as he did so, nearly panicking as he gasped for air. He sounded surer than he felt. "Ah...you stupid bastard...let go!"

He laid his cheek against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. He could feel his heart pounding, the sweat rolling down his neck, Altair's body pressed against him, body hot against his fevered skin. Turning toward the whisper, Malik blindly sought Altair's mouth, violently biting and sucking at his lips until he tasted blood on his tongue, tugging the flesh with his teeth. "Ahh...fuck you..."

Altair hissed at the sharp pain, though it only seemed to further the erection straining in his breeches. One hand slipped back to Malik's chest and twisted a nubbed nipple roughly. Grinning at the twitch and gasp the man beneath let out and the release of his lip, Altair shifted his face away from Malik's.

"Love you too."

Altair groaned as he licked away the blood flowing from the cut on his lip. Damn it. He loved it when Malik fought back.
Still making sure to keep a firm hand on Malik's back, Altair began fixing his attention on Malik's right shoulder - his erect member sorely berated him for leaving that firm, warm ass. He gave a firm bite, relishing the twitch that Malik let out again. Gently laving away at the flesh wound, Altair chanced a glance up.

Malik's face was pressed against the wall, dark neck exposed and the bruise fully showing. Lips were parted, taking in and releasing hot breaths.

Groaning at the sight Malik made, Altair gave a teasing lick further down Malik's shoulder. Altair's eyes rolled back at the heavy scent of Malik and his musk. He always did smell good.

Shuddering with his exponentially growing arousal, Altair pulled his body flush against Malik's and began grinding his crotch back into Malik's ass. Fuck. Yes.

Malik shivered as Altair's tongue trailed up his shoulder, unable to stifle the small cry that left him as he was pushed harder into the wall, his arm crushed between them, unable to ignore Altair's hot arousal pressing firmly against his ass.
He pushed back, his hips rolling slow and steady to every dry thrust, his own hardening cock trapped and throbbing against the wall.

God why was it so fucking hot today... Malik moaned low in his throat, fingers twisting into Altair's robes for some kind of anchorage as he rubbed mercilessly against Altair and the wall, beads of sweat forming on his skin. His ears attuned to every delicious moan from the assassin, and he worked his body to make them as loud as he could, gasping and panting as the sash pulled on his neck. His mouth opened and closed and his teeth clenched, longing for lips and skin, and his voice was low and hoarse when he spoke. "Uhn...enjoy this Altair...hah...it is as close to my ass you are going to get."

Altair groaned and keened at how Malik ground back against him. "Hnf... Malik..."

And then another growl. "I'll take what I want."

Now rutting profusely against Malik, Altair mouthed the left of Malik's neck. Fuck. His smell... it was all around. Spinning Malik around, Altair closed his mouth over his again. Oh...his taste. Such a sweet taste.

Pressing his erection to Malik's hip, Altair paused. And smiled. A breath upon slightly parted lips. "So you like it when I'm all rough on you, little slut?"

"Mmmh..." Malik purred into the kiss, his arm squirming uselessly behind him, the sash keeping his breathing tight. His tongue snaked its way through the assassin's lips to slide against his own until Altair pulled back, making Malik grunt in frustration. He wanted to play like that, huh? Fine.

He chuckled lightly, pressing his open mouth harder against Altair's as he spoke, but not kissing him. He hadn't earned that just yet.

"I'm your slut, now am I?" he muttered, tongue licking firmly over his lips as he ground his hip against Altair's crotch, "Seems like you're the one who's always jumping at my every fucking move, Altair--" he bit down on Altair's lip, pulling back until it popped free of his teeth "--why don't you be a good little boy and bend over for me?

I know..." Malik shifted his thigh forward to knead teasingly against the bulge in the other man's breeches, "that's what you REALLY want, isn't it bitch?"

Altair scowled before it faded and his jaw hung slack when Malik used his knee. Panting beside Malik's ear, heart racing a mile an hour, he growled, "I'm not the one tied up and helpless."

Shit. This was why he loved Malik so much. He never backed down.

Hooking his foot behind Malik's heel, all he did was a quick kick and swift push before Malik went down. A dull thud and soft cry of pain. Altair's face was impassive as he swiftly moved to sit himself on Malik's chest. He would survive the pain from hitting his shoulder on the floor.

Nevertheless, his left hand went to massage Malik's sore shoulder gently. His right slapped Malik's cheek lightly. "Bitch?"

Malik clenched his teeth and scowled angrily, some of the menace muted by the material covering his eyes. Fuck that hurt!

Stupid bastard... though he was somewhat grateful for the hand rubbing his shoulder... even if he was still pissed at its owner.

"Did I hurt your feelings, Altair?" Oh God he could smell the musk of his arousal now, so close to his face, making his blood boil. He shifted uncomfortably, finding a better position for his arm, though not much less painful. "What's my little whore going to do about it?"

It was getting too hot here. Assured that Malik was going to stay on the ground, Altair began stripping. Sounds and clatter of equipment being strewn all around reached his ears but he could care less right now.

Seeing Malik twitch at the discomfort gave Altair a slight twinge in his heart. Placing a hand under Malik's left arm and shoulder blade, he allowed Malik's weight to rest atop it. That would ease some of the weight off Malik's tied arm.

"It isn't about what I'm going to do." A lick to a pert brown nipple. "It's whether you can stop me."

Easing off Malik's chest slightly, he opted to lie upon Malik's belly. Taking a nipple between his teeth, he gave a light nibble and a tug. Laving his tongue over it, he only stopped when it was slick and shiny with spit. Moving to give his attention to the other, his right hand began to gently stroke and tickle Malik's side.

He gave a slight smirk as Malik bowed his side towards the teasing digits. Moving his tongue lower to Malik's belly button, he moaned at the taste of sweat and Malik. He thrust his tongue in and out just as his fingers moved over to repeatedly twist Malik's nipple roughly.

"Ahhh...what makes you think...I want to?" Malik arched underneath him and moaned, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he braced his feet on the floor, thrusting upward to grind his aching erection against the assassin and groaning at the friction. Fuck he wanted nothing more than to grab Altair by his hair and force that sinful mouth onto his cock...his fingers curled underneath him, barely satisfied by gripping his own flesh.

Malik lifted his head as much as he could, pupils blown behind the sash, and bit his lip, hips working frantically for more pleasure. More touch. Fuck it wasn't enough. "What a dirty...dirty fucking tease you are...Altair..."

"Only for you," Altair chuckled darkly as Malik ground desperately against him.

A rough nip at the junction between Malik's pelvis and thigh. A guttural moan. Altair's breath hitched and heart beat faster in anticipation just as he ran a teasing finger down the length.

Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and mouthed the turgid length through damp breeches. Oh... gods. That scent. And that taste. Altair was overwhelmed by everything that was Malik.

His own erection swung proudly between his legs. God, how dearly he wanted to just rip those breeches right of Malik. But he had other plans for Malik. He had been nothing but foul-mouth and foul-tempered to him today. He deserved to be... punished.

Malik huffed, letting out a dry laugh that melted into a moan when Altair's mouth moved over his straining member at last.

He'd never tell the younger man how much he loved this, but fuck he did so much. Malik licked his lips and spread his legs, knees lifting around Altair. His mouth was so hot...even through the material...fuck he wanted it on his skin NOW...

"Do not forget that," he murmured, suddenly wrapping his legs tightly around Altair's shoulders and pressing his face into his crotch, smirking darkly at him and wishing to God he could see his face. "You are my little toy, Altair, now... be a good boy and suck my cock."

Altair let out a gasp and moaned as his face was suddenly pressed right into Malik's crotch. Feeling slightly generous, he obliged.

Sounds of fabric ripping filled the room for a moment. Casting Malik's torn breeches aside, Altair dove down and let the head of Malik's straining member slip past his lips.

Unf. Altair huffed breathlessly at the bitter tang that was uniquely Malik. Hollowing his cheeks and creating suction, Altair bobbed his head up and down Malik's head swiftly.

"Ohhh...yes..." Malik panted, head falling back as his hips bucked into the wonderful heat of Altair's mouth, face going slack with pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Altair again, gently this time--because he couldn't reach down to slip his fingers through his hair like he wanted to, or wrap his arm around him like he wanted to--his heels caressing the assassin's back.

It wasn't enough. Malik keened with want, lifting himself up and struggling against his bonds again, choking himself and not caring a single fucking bit, he wanted to touch him, God did he want to touch him be pressed against that hard body-- "Ngh...Fuck...you have a gorgeous mouth Altair."

Altair merely hummed around Malik as said Dai thrashed wildly. Chuckling and drinking in Malik's rarely given compliment, he allowed Malik to thrust into his mouth - gagging slightly when he thrust too hard. Meanwhile, a calloused hand slid up to gently stroke the end of Malik's left arm.

At the sharp gasp that left those beautiful lips and the jerk of his body, Altair slowly pulled back till Malik's member slid out with a pop. Altair gripped the base of Malik's shaft and pumped slowly, all the while stroking the scarred tissue of Malik's arm.

Altair felt the shudder that ran through Malik's body just as he puffed a warm breath on Malik's quivering member. He gave it a final teasing lick before pulling himself up to where he was stroking Malik's arm.

A gentle kiss was placed on the end, followed by licks and gentle bites. Moving up his arm and placing a kiss to each scar, Altair whispered repeatedly, "So beautiful..." "My Malik, all mine."

"Ah! Fuck...stop Altair...aah!" Malik's heart began to race the second Altair's hand touched his arm, his moans becoming louder and more frantic. Tie him up. Blindfold him. He didn't care, he could still fight, but that hand on his arm and the mouth that followed made him feel more vulnerable than anything Altair could do to him, and oh he loved it. He moaned and whimpered and cried out as the assassin abused his sensitive flesh, pride all but forgotten, and each touch so painfully arousing he could hardly stand it.

Malik let out a guttural moan, eyes squeezing shut behind the blindfold, shuddering heavily, his ignored cock twitching and leaking precum over his stomach, barely able to breathe the scarf was pulled so tight around his neck. "St-stupid novice...ahh...you are going to make me come t-to soon," he panted, looking blindly towards Altair, "and I know you want me inside you...when I do..."

Golden eyes flashed momentarily as Malik spoke, tender moment forgotten. Grabbing the tattered remains of Malik's breeches, Altair growled, "You're not coming till I let you."

With words said, he looped the cloth tightly around the base of Malik's member -fuck. That stuttered groan- and knotted it securely. Testing the knots, Altair smirked in satisfaction. Now... for the punishment.

Fingers pressed firmly into sensitive points of Malik's jaw, forcing his mouth open. Rubbing the head of his prick on the prone man's lips and smearing precum over it, Altair forced down the shudder that ran down his spine -oh... yes...- and thrust into the wet heat.

Altair saw white momentarily before he let out a breathless command, "Suck."

"Aah! You fucking--gah!" Malik's cock throbbed painfully between his thighs, but he was left no time to worry about it when he felt the dripping head of Altair's pressed against his lips and he parted them just enough to pant hotly against the flesh. Damn him...if he thought Malik was going to make this easy he had another fucking thing coming, no matter how much the Dai loved the taste of him. Malik's tongue flickered out across the swollen head, laving over his own lips as it retreated with the taste of Altair's arousal deliciously bitter on his tongue.

Malik pressed a wet kiss to it, sucking briefly on the pulsing flesh before pulling back a bit to mouth against him, his own hips squirming uncomfortably behind the assassin. "Make me."

Altair's jaw went slack for a moment just as he felt that tongue-ungh.Malik. Right there-lick over him. Panting and pausing to gather his senses, Altair stroke Malik's cheek gently.

Choosing not to reply to Malik's goading, Altair merely thrust his hips forward, striking the back of his throat. Groaning at the sensation of hot moisture -fuck.his throat was squeezing him- Altair ignored the sounds of gagging and choking. They'd gone rougher and Malik had come out of it perfectly fine.

"Hnng!" Stupid, stupid fucker! Malik tried desperately to relax his throat, but between Altair's cock and the cloth still tight around his neck, he couldn't do it easily. He swallowed hard, forcing his jaw to open wider as he backed off just enough to take a breath through his nose before swallowing him down again. The smell of sweat and musk was making his head spin, and he grunted around Altair's flesh.

He knew Altair couldn't see his eyes, but he glared up at him anyway, lips curling back to let his teeth graze oh so carefully--enough to hurt him a little...to get the message across--over Altair as he pulled back again, tongue pressing into the slit and swirling around the head, the taste making him groan. All the while Malik's teeth gently encircled him. Pressing.

Altair hissed a little at the sting of teeth. Giving a condescending slap on Malik's face, he growled, "No teeth."

Just to make sure, his hand returned to Malik's jaw, fingers pressing and holding it open. Thrusting into that heat had him forgetting about the previous sting in mere seconds. "I'm going to fuck your head into the ground."

One sharp thrust.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, whore?"

Another sharp thrust.

Chancing a look down, Altair nearly came at the sight. Blindfolded and gagged by his cock, Malik's lips were bruised and red. Where it had escaped over the side of his mouth, a thin trickle of saliva was trailing down his chin, getting lost in the stubble.

"You've been doing all this all along just to get me riled up, haven't you? You just want me to fuck your talented little mouth and cum down your throat."

As Altair thrust deeper down Malik's throat, he felt something animalistic-something dominating-rise up within him. "You little slut. I'll bet you've sucked many cocks just to get this good."

Somehow, that statement didn't sit well with him and served to send a flare of jealousy through his mind. Even if it wasn't true.

"But they'll never be as good as me." Yet another thrust. "Come on. Show me what you've got."

Malik timed his breaths carefully, drawing in as much air as he could when Altair pulled back enough to let him, his throat sore from the constant assault. Oh fuck he was so hard... he wanted to grab Altair and fuck him into the floor, make HIM squirm and whine until he came and he wanted to watch it...all of it...

"Mmh..." he hummed around the flesh in his mouth, sucking hard and swallowing heavily, his tongue wriggling against the underside of the shaft. Altair wanted to see what he had? Malik would make him writhe.

He lifted his head slightly, arching up beneath the assassin to reposition his arm to keep from choking himself too much, and sucked again, pulling back at the same time until only the sensitive head of Altair's cock was trapped between his lips. Malik twisted and turned, tongue working restlessly over the swollen head before swallowing him down again and holding himself there as long as he could.

Altair's eyes widened as Malik teased his length. Shit. Fuck. Malik had never done that before. Gasping, Altair ceased all movement and placed both hands beside Malik's head. It was taking all he had not to just buckle and collapse from the pleasure.

Altair worked his jaw before he managed to stutter out, "Y-yeah. Just like that."

Shit. If Malik kept that up... Altair panted as he felt heat gather and coil within his belly. "S-stop," Altair gasped out.

Regretfully pulling out his turgid length from Malik's mouth, Altair sat back onto Malik's chest. Both were sweating and heaving and Altair slipped slightly as he sought to maintain his balance on Malik. Giving a glance at Malik's face, he scowled at the smirk that was present.

Vindictively, a sword-calloused hand gripped Malik's length and began firm strokes. A hoarse yell from the man beneath him. Squelching could be heard as the hand moved swiftly up and down Malik's slick shaft. Altair licked his lips at the sight of all the precum streaming down and pooling onto Malik's belly.

Shifting and moving around the thrashing body, Altair eyed the clenching hole before him blearily. "Hnf... I'm feeling k-kind today." A teasing lick and prod at Malik's pucker. A hitch of breath from Malik. "Or maybe I should just enter you dry."

Altair swiftly brought his head forward and assaulted Malik's pucker. He alternated between quick, firm licks and slow, teasing ones. Occasionally he'd allow his tongue to dip in and prod... but never breach the entrance. As Malik's breath turned pitchy, he started nibbling around the pucker.

"Ah...fuck..." Malik was tired of his teasing. Clenching his thighs around Altair's head, Malik took a deep breath and twisted his torso, pulling against the sash tied around his wrist and wriggling his hand until--dear God YES!--it slipped free. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and tugged off the blindfold, grabbing Altair by his hair and hauling him up.

Oh yes...his dark eyes raked over the Assassin's face and body and fuck if it wasn't a gorgeous sight. Malik licked his lips, tugging Altair's face toward his until he covered the other man's mouth in bruising kisses, his tongue thrusting into the cavern of his mouth to taste every bit of him. He groaned into the kiss, biting Altair's lip and sucking, hand clenched firmly in his hair to keep him from going anywhere until he pulled back, panting, his eyes meeting Altair's and full of lust. "That's quite enough of your playing around," he breathed, tongue flicking over the scar on Altair's lips, "now it's my turn."

Malik shoved him to the floor, face down, sitting on his shoulders and looking down at his firm buttocks, hand smoothing down his lower back and over the swell of his ass... just enjoying the feel of his flesh beneath his deprived fingers. "You have not been a very good novice," he growled, leaning down to press a kiss to one cheek, and then the other, kneading heavily as he licked a trail over the skin. "I am disappointed." Malik struck him. The satisfying smack of flesh against flesh made him groan, and he did it again, kneading and spreading and hitting until Altair's skin was bright red under his hand. "Ask me to stop, Altair, and I will."

Golden eyes widened in surprise as Malik pulled him in surprise. Wincing and hissing at the pain of tugging in his hair, Altair was helpless against the sudden assault of bruising kissing. His cock gave a twitch and a dribble of precum as Malik gave the scar on his lip a lick.

At Malik's breath on his lips, his body went limp. Malik's scent. His taste. All that rough tugging, biting and licking. It was a sensory overload to his already lust-addled mind. He offered little resistance as Malik threw him onto the ground, breath picking up in excitement.

A pleased hiss of breath as Malik shamelessly groped his ass. A moan of pleasure as Malik's palm met his flesh in a quick stroke.

Shit. If Malik knew he was this turned on, he'd never stop needling him for it.

In half-hearted tones of scorn, Altair retorted, "You're only able to do this because I let you. You just like kissing my ass, don't you? You like being my bitch."

"Who is under whom here, Altair?" Malik snapped, raking his nails over Altair's skin and leaving long red lines along his bare backside before reaching down to untie the cloth around himself...fuck oh that felt so much better... "Mmh... look at all you have to go through just to get me to fuck you..." He pressed his middle finger into the cleft of Altair's ass, probing teasingly at his dry hole as he ground shamelessly against the assassin's back.

"I know...ah...you like pain..." shit he had to stop or he was going to come too soon, "but honestly Altair...you could just..." Malik pressed his finger into him, touching off his prostate a moment before pulling out and leaning back, turning over precariously and laying out over his novice, humming at the feel of his body underneath him. "You could just ask," he murmured in the other man's ear, lowering his voice and dropping his head to suck on the other man's neck. Oh Altair liked pain alright, Malik knew well, but he also liked something else...and Malik was not above exploiting that to get what he wanted. "Tell me Altair...ask me to fuck you...mmh...tell me how much you want it...maybe I'll even let you come..."

He grunted and groaned in Altair's ear, lips against his neck, his hips high in the air, the anticipation driving him crazy as he all but lay on the other man, reaching back to press into him again. He wasn't going to last long at this rate, but he'd be damned if he came before Altair did. "You want to come, don't you? You want me inside you...let me hear it Altair..."

Altair groaned as Malik pressed just off his prostate. Just a bit more. He released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as Malik shifted to lay over him.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Altair felt his pulse race a mile within the second. He desperately wanted to enjoy the heat radiating off the body above him but his over-sensitized skin was sending thrills down his spine.

Pupils were blown wide as Malik pressed into him once more, though never quite-fuckfuckfuckfuck-breaching, incomprehensible words whispered into his ears. Each dirty word spoken sent a jolt right through his body down to his core.

"You want to come, don't you?" Oh shit. A shiver from a sweat slicked body. "You want me inside you... let me hear it, Altair..."

Altair gasped at those words and grit his teeth. Damn his pride. "Fuck you Malik."

"Mmmmh..." Malik moaned whorishly for no real reason other than not taking no for an answer, licking Altair's ear and panting as he finally pushed through the muscle, thrusting slowly in and out, swirling his finger in circles... "Are you sure? You seem to want it sooo.../bad/..." He pushed his finger in all the way to illustrate his point, Altair's dry hole squeezing him tightly, and then pulled back again, adding another as he thrust into him and assaulted his prostate.

"You just love me in you, don't you Altair? My fingers...my cock, it does not matter, does it?" Malik was trying hard to think of things to calm himself down, but fuck Altair was so tight... "I know you want me just ask, Altair... your body is fucking begging already..."

Malik pulled his fingers free momentarily, just long enough to grab Altair's hair and tug his head to face him better, his lust-filled eyes meeting the assassin's as he lowered his lips to move against the other's mouth as his fingers returned to his hole, but not kissing him. Panting. Moaning. Grunting. But not kissing, not allowing it until Altair asked...until he BEGGED. "Moan for me, Habibi, ask for my cock..."

Altair let out a wheeze, breath raspy, as Malik idly played with his hole. Flushed cheek was pressed into the warm concrete ground as Altair moaned in unison with Malik.

Fuck. Just right there.

And again.

And again.

If Malik kept that up... Altair set his jaw resolutely. No he wouldn'-SHIT. Altair closed his eyes and thrust his hips backwards sporadically just as Malik brushed over his prostate once more.

"I know you want me. Just ask Altair... your body is fucking begging already..."

"N-hnh-Nno. Fuck you."

Altair hissed as Malik suddenly pulled his fingers out and grabbed at his hair. Damn it. He was so close! Eyes unfocused, he suddenly found himself looking into sable eyes. Hot breaths gusted over his lips as he heard sounds of Malik's arousal.

"Moan for me, Habibi, ask for my cock..."

Habibi...

There was a moment of silence.

And Altair snapped.

Mashing his lips roughly against Malik's-fuck.they tasted so good, Altair barely registered the ache of his neck by the odd angle it was twisted in. But he'd be damned if he cared. Breaths coming short, voice pitchy, Altair barely breathed out," Malik... Malik... m-more..."

That was the reaction Malik wanted, oh fuck yes it was. It never ceased to amaze him how his novice could be so affected by even just a word...though Malik himself didn't use it lightly. "You have to tell me if you want it, Altair...tell me /exactly/.../what/.../you/.../want/..."

With each word he kissed him harder, his tongue less dominating and more wanting, his cock slipping into the crook of Altair's ass and dripping on his olive skin as he moved just enough for Altair to feel every inch. Malik moaned into Altair's mouth and then lifted himself up, releasing his lips reluctantly, only to trail soft wet kisses down his shoulder and back as he took his weight off the other man's body. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it like this even more than their rough times together.

"Roll over Altair," he said. His voice still low and thick, "look me in the eyes and ask me...mmh and I'll let you come...but you have to promise me, Lover...not to come until I say you can..."

Altair moaned into Malik's mouth as each word he spoke was punctuated with a kiss, each deeper than the last. It felt like Malik was consuming him just as he was burning up.

"Malik. You. I need more." Altair babbled as he felt Malik's length slip over his ass. He was so close... His hand groped blindly for Malik's member, "In me."

Malik, however, had other plans. Altair groaned in frustration as Malik's weight left him. He was about to just turn around and spear himself onto Malik when he felt gentle kisses trailing down his back. The gentle gesture derailed him and he inadvertently relaxed.

He felt himself being turned over and found himself staring up fully at a flushed, tanned and very handsome face. Altair's eyes were hazed and unfocused, "Malik... I need..."

Ohh fuck Malik could come just looking at that handsome face drowning in his own want...God... He lowered himself onto his elbow, nudging Altair's hole, precum smearing on his skin as he pressed through the barely prepared entrance, groaning loudly against Altair's lips. Oh dear fuck he was so tight and so damn hot Malik had to focus everything on keeping it together...just a little longer...just until Altair lost himself...

"Ahh fuck...mmh..." He looked down at his novice and let out a shaky breath, pushing all the way into him with small, rough thrusts until he was completely buried in Altair the way he loved to be. "Altair..." he pulled out a little "you wanted /this/, didn't you?" and thrust sharply back in."You can't come, Altair...ahhh...not until I say..." Again--so fucking hot dear God--and again--he had to taste him, taste his lips and tongue and devour him--and again. Malik latched onto Altair's mouth, his hips snapping forward relentlessly as he pressed himself as close as possible, shaking and sweating from the combined effort of holding himself up and holding his orgasm back, shit he wasn't ready he wanted more.

"If you come...nngh...before I tell you to...I'll punish you, Altair...don't you fucking come..."

Altair's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Malik sunk all the way in. YES. Just like that. Altair felt himself on the verge of cumming, just a hair's trigger away. Both of them lay there, just like that, panting heavily with arousal.

Then Malik pulled out a little, "Altair... you wanted this didn't you?"

Altair's brow furrowed in mild irritation, "Malik... you talk too much-ahfuck. Again!"

The sharp thrust drove out any negative thoughts and feelings he might have been harbouring.

"Right there Malik. Again. Please Malik. Fuck me." Altair screamed out senselessly, hands wildly scrabbling at Malik's sweaty back. "Harder Malik. Please. Breed me like the bitch I am. I'm yours."

Altair's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Malik sunk all the way in. YES. Just like that. Altair felt himself on the verge of cumming, just a hair's trigger away. Both of them lay there, just like that, panting heavily with arousal.

Then Malik pulled out a little, "Altair... you wanted this didn't you?"

Altair's brow furrowed in mild irritation, "Malik... you talk too much-ahfuck. Again!"

The sharp thrust drove out any negative thoughts and feelings he might have been harbouring.

"Right there Malik. Again. Please Malik. Fuck me." Altair screamed out senselessly, hands wildly scrabbling at Malik's sweaty back. "Harder Malik. Please. Breed me like the bitch I am. I'm yours."

Altair cursed incoherently, "Damn it Malik. I'm not made of fucking glass. Fuck me into the ground. I want you to slam into me so hard that I'll remember it for weeks. Fuck. Let me come please."

Malik bit down hard on Altair's shoulder, moaning as the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth and Altair's begging filled his ears and his only reply was to move faster, driving into him with abandon, hips slamming forward with enough force to make him slide over the smooth floor. He lifted his head, biting Altair's lip and growling into his mouth as he fucked him, their flesh connecting violently with bruising force. "Such a fucking slut for me, Altair...shit...my Altair..."

Oh God fuck he wasn't going to last any longer...not like this. Malik moved faster, wilder, more erratic; unable to hold back. He crushed his lips against Altair's swallowing his pleas and fucking him with his tongue, even as his hips thrust deeper into him, driving straight into his prostate. Altair wanted to come? He'd been a good boy...begged like a good whore...Malik would make him fucking come.

"Come for me, Habibi...aah fuck come...let me hear you scream."

Everything within Altair's vision went black at Malik's command, with the man before him glowing a warm and reassuring blue. All he could do was thrust his hips down to meet Malik's one last time as he came -just as he felt a rush of heat shoot up him- and cry out Malik's name repeatedly.

Altair's consciousness swam within a sea of contentment as his vision returned to normal. He relished the burn in his ass. Raising his left arm, he stroked Malik's limb gently.

Malik couldn't even muster a sound. His back bowed and he buried his face in Altair's shoulder, exhaling heavily, every breath of air leaving him at the force of his orgasm until he spilled himself entirely into Altair, hips jerking with each wave of pleasure that crashed over him.

Finally he let out a small grunt and gasped, breathing heavily against Altair's sweaty skin and shaking slightly until he had gathered enough of his senses to lift himself up and look down at the man beneath him...golden eyes shining...sweat gleaming on his spent body...beautiful. He shivered at the touch to his stunted arm and pulled back further, slipping out of his stretched hole as he moved down Altair's body, lowering his mouth to his softening cock and kissing it gently. Malik looked up at Altair and then back down his body, his eyes hooded and dark, and then he lowered himself again, suckling at the sensitive head for a moment before running his tongue over the trails of semen on his stomach, licking him clean and swallowing every bit.

When he was done, Malik sat back on his heels between Altair's spread legs, resting his cheek on one raised knee and wrapping his arm around his leg, stroking absently as his eyes slipped closed.

Moments passed in comfortable silence. For a moment, it would have seemed that both had dozed off, if not for Altair's tuneless humming or Malik idly tracing patterns in Altair's thigh.

Then a quiet voice, "Malik..."

Malik opened his eyes and looked down at him, stilling his fingers against Altair's skin with a sigh. He crawled forward again, laying out over the other man, supported on his elbow and straddling his waist, pressing one kiss to the angry mark on his shoulder and another to his swollen lips. "Hmm?"

Altair closed his eyes and shivered in pleasure as Malik pressed his lips onto the darkening bruise on his shoulder. He opened his mouth compliantly, allowing Malik to press his lips against his before he gave a quick lick.

Hands rested upon the Dai's hips before Altair peeked one eye open, "Call me... that again..."

Malik's brow furrowed, puzzled for a moment. Call him--oh. Well. He smirked down at Altair, nuzzling his cheek. "Call you what?"

Altair scowled as Malik smirked at him overhead. At any other time, he would have looked threatening. However, right now with him sweaty, sated and naked, all he managed to look like was a petulant child.

A blush crept across his cheeks as he looked away from Malik and mumbled, "Call me Habibi..."

Malik's smirk turned into a full smile and he kissed the shell of Altair's ear, pulling back and staring down at him again. Such a stupid, exhausting novice...but...HIS stupid, exhausting novice. "You have to look at me, Altair."

Altair's grip on Malik's hips tightened momentarily as his ear was kissed. He glared at the wall before he finally complied with Malik's request. Eyes stared defiantly into the other before they flicked away. Altair's thumbs, however, started moving on their own accord, gently rubbing circles into the divots of Malik's hips.

Malik rolled his eyes and leaned down, capturing Altair's lips in a slow, deep kiss to catch his attention again, his arm adjusting so he could slip his fingers through the other man's short brown hair, groaning lightly at the kneading of his hips. He released him for a breath, lips hovering just long enough to utter words before diving back in again. "Safety and peace, Habibi."

Altair growled deep in his throat as Malik slipped his tongue into his mouth. Reciprocating with a lick of his own tongue. He flushed in pleasure at Malik's words. Hands slipped up to Malik's back and he pulled Malik forward. "Say it again."

Malik chuckled breathlessly, nudging Altair's forehead with his own. "Habibi, Habibi..." he murmured, settling into the other man's warm embrace and taking a shuddering breath. "My Habibi, Altair. How many times must I say it?"

Altair burrowed his face into Malik's shoulder and smiled. "As many times as I desire it."

Pushing Malik onto his back, Altair now lay over him. Gripping Malik's wrist with uncharacteristic gentleness, he placed a kiss on each knuckle. "Mine."

Slowly, he moved up so that he was looking at Malik. Wiping at Malik's sweaty brow, he planted a kiss on his forehead. "Mine."

Letting his fingers trace a trail down Malik's eyes and lips, he let his fingers linger there momentarily. Fingers lightly brushed over a bobbing Adam's apple before the finally rested over Malik's left pectoral. Golden eyes brightened as Altair leaned down and placed a kiss right where his hand lay. "Mine."

Malik's smile faded as he lay back, swallowing against the strange knot in his throat. It was so unlike Altair, but God would he enjoy it while it lasted him

He tugged Altair back up to him, pulling him down to kiss his forehead and moving slowly over his handsome face, tasting him piece by piece... Malik brushed back Altair's hair and kissed his cheek, taking a deep breath through his nose and letting it out in a whisper. "Mine."

And then he released Altair's hair, thumb tracing his lips before his fingers met Altair's over his own heart, lacing smoothly between the other's without shame or resistance as he took another breath against Altair's cheek. "Yours."

Pussy.

2011-06-24T00:28:00.000+08:00

I have just discovered that my (timid) kitty is female. I shall name her... Pussy. :D

It's an awesome name, right?

...right?

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I'm a terrible, terrible person. D:

Scribbles on a Hill

2011-06-14T03:53:00.000+08:00

PLANT UPDATE x2

2011-06-12T22:55:00.004+08:00

Peppermints and spearmint have grown progressively bushier. Lots of semi-large leaves and a smattering of small ones. Soil's REALLY compact and I see runners everywhere. OuO

You might notice the new addition to my garden too: Applemint ♥ Will transfer it to a larger/deeper pot and split the stems up once everything starts rooting and getting stronger roots. It's good for adding to deserts and the making of desert jams and jellies too~

Chillis everywhere~

The ones that will produce the slightly larger variety of chilli padi are growing well. Might give one to a friend and another to a neighbour. The rest hanging are all the bird-eye chilli padi. Uber spicy~

Lemons are growing fine. Have one saved up for Vino, another for Royce and one more for Paige~ (I'll mail it over once it's strong enough... which should be next month.)

Still have 4 more lemon saplings up for grabs... Anyone want?

More herbs and spices.

Curry leaves have absolutely no change in height though the leaves are a lot perkier and they're well-rooted into the soil.

Pandan's growing well~

New purchases of lemongrass. Noticed roots and new shoots growing so I planted them in soil. Will repot them when I get a larger pot.

Ginger is growing rapidly.

New addition to garden: Rosemary. It's going to rosemary heaven. ._.

Meow. It has made its home in my garden...

Overview of my garden~ Ain't it purdy? OvO

Top is spearmint. Gave it a nice shave cuz it was getting too bushy. May it grow many more stems and mutiply like the hydra it is. ._. Closeup photo of one of the many many runners running everywhere~

Bottom's peppermint. Still bushy (and getting bushier) even after the severe pruning I gave it. Runners everywhere too ♥

Finally got around to hanging up my pot of applemint. Now it gets lots of sun. :D May repot it into a lighter and deeper (and wider) pot soon.

Chillis everywhere~ Hope you like the angle shot on the bottom left. :P

Anyone want bird-eye chilli padi plant saplings? I can spare a few (a lot).

OMGBBOZRSZ. I REVIVED A DEAD ROSEMARY BUSH. EET LIVES!!!

Well. No. I just threw away the pot of dead rosemary and bought a HEALTHY bush from NTUC for $6.90. Good thing I bought soil. The whole thing had an entire ecosystem within the soil before I repotted the plant.

Top-right and middle-right are some cuttings I took just in case the bush dies or something. If it lives, I sell individual potted and well-rooted cuttings for $1 per piece. Takes longer to grow into a full bush but it's healthier (not force-grown with fertilizer) and $5.90 cheaper than NTUC (cheaper to replace if you accidentally kill the plant). And no ecosystems will dwell in whatever you buy from me cuz I can't stand having bugs near my plants.

Bottom-right is this random weed I found in the original pot of rosemary. Repotted it cuz I'm VERY curious what it'll like when it grows out. Looks like it has lots of potential to make a nice plant hanger. Might repot it and hang it in front of my door if it grows out nicely.

Herbs n Spices~

Cut off the tops of the lemongrass to encourage growth and repotted them into a large rectangular pot. Learnt my lesson from last time. Gonna wait for the soil to dry a little before I water it again (last batch died from a combination of mould and root rot).

Pandan looks the same till you take a closer look. TWO NEW SETS OF LEAVES GROWING OUT! And one sucker (Yes. It's called a sucker.) with aerial roots is starting to divide from the mother plant. I'll be able to repot it and gift/sell it to someone. OuO

Another new addition: Lemon basil.

It came with 5-6 plants in one pot. Spent 2-3 hours breaking the soil apart and splitting the plants apart cuz there was a HUGE ecosystem involving ants, silverfish and maggots (?) inside. Found a cute little earthworm along the way. Plants were also rootbound... lyke srsly.

So now I have 3 pots of lemon basil. If all my pots of lemon basil survive, I sell them at $3 per pot.

Took a few cuttings and potted them up after applying rooting hormone just in case all the lemon basil die. ._.

From left to right:

Lemon saplings. Lemon saplings + Lemon basil cuttings + Rosemary cuttings. Curry leaf plant and suicidal lemon sapling.

2011-05-27T11:34:00.000+08:00

I don't need or want perfect friends or family who bow to my every whim and desire. What I need is someone who actually takes an interest in and supports what I have a passion for and who I really am (for all my quirks an unorthodox nature) rather than try to impose their ideals on me.

I was never created to be one of the crowd. Deal with it.

Plants~

2011-05-24T00:00:00.001+08:00

2011-05-23T10:56:00.001+08:00

Becoming a Christian and declaring Jesus as your Lord and Savior only grants you access to Heaven.

Living a life out with God as your LORD (not just being part of His O-Holier-Than-Thou fanclub) is what defines how your life plays out (usually VERY well) and the rewards in Heaven.

WUT?

2011-05-22T10:51:00.001+08:00

I hate it when people ask me why I didn't ask them if I didn't know how to do a certain task.

If I was actually AWARE that I had a wrong idea on how to go about with the task, I'd already have asked on how to do it. e.e

2011-05-17T16:28:00.000+08:00

So I was like, "Lemme just close the cap for my peppermint oil."

Then my eye got itchy and rubbed it with the back of my hand. Then I was like:

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OMGVNASKJFCHBUIVBDVHISBDSVSVIJKSDKIVDSMYEYESITBURNSVNKJDVBDKJVBSVJSHDKBDS

Dear God...

2011-05-12T23:52:00.000+08:00

...while it is tempting to pay my past a visit with my co-worker and maybe pop a (vital!) artery or two, I trust Your judgment.

If You pick mercy and grace, so be it. If You pick vindication, make it good. REAL good.

Thank you. In Jesus' name, Amen. OuO

Ezio did it!

2011-05-12T22:41:00.000+08:00

2011-05-12T22:30:00.000+08:00

Your Golbat has been nicknamed "Your mom."

A wild caterpie appeared.

Go, your mom!
Your mom was sent out.
Your mom used screech.

...I'm a terrible person. ._.

2011-05-10T21:19:00.000+08:00

We begin to understand why right and wrong seem to be such a grey topic with God when we realize that God is not defined and limited by/to human definitions of ethics and morality.

Plants~

2011-05-09T19:00:00.000+08:00

As you can see... my entire garden is VERY edible now. OuO Have lemon and chilli padi saplings. A bit TOO MANY actually. Added some lemongrass and curry to the group. Currently trying to germinate some green chilli.

Mints are the same. Lots of runners everywhere now though. .__.

Been adding a few drops of peppermint essential oil to my watering can and it's doing a VERY nice job of keeping a large majority of the bugs away.

...anyone want a few saplings? I won't have enough space for ALL my chilli padis and lemons when they mature.

Plants~

2011-04-26T06:38:00.000+08:00

Not much changes except that I trimmed off all the tips of my mint plants (hence the bald look). They SHOULD grow back by the multitudes. ._.

Bean plant is just climbing non-stop. Provides a nice ladder for the ants to climb up and down, I guess. They're not too fond of the mints thought. Had to cut of the topmost stem thingy cuz I accidentally bent and bruised it when I was tying it to the fence.

Chili padi plants are growing faster now. Will need to repot them VERY soon.

Put all the mint-tip cuttings into a bowl. Used some to bake with my garlic bread. 'Twas an explosion of garlicky and minty flavour. OwO Put the rest of the leaves in a plastic bag and dumped it in the freezer.

Plants on a Sunday

2011-04-17T17:44:00.003+08:00

So I've been sick over the past 2 weeks and feeling like crap. But it seems like my plants have been feeling quite the opposite. Good times. Good times.

You might notice that I've made a few changes to the layout of my hanging pots and two/three new additions. I have space for two more hanging pots! Maybe I'll put spices in those two free slots. If you're wondering about that white-ish Tupperware container, I'm currently germinating lemon seeds. I've been seeing hints of little roots coming out of a few of them. :)

Peppermints are growing faster than I can use them, as always. :P Just did two more cuttings and planted one into each white hanging pot.

Had to cut away one stem and an entire plant for the spearmint. Both weren't growing out any leaves or any large ones. Cut them into tinier pieces and planted them into empty sections of the pot. Hopefully they'll grow out. Accidentally cut one or two tiny roots/runners while shoveling but none of the main ones got cut, from what I know. The spearmint should be fine... I hope ._. On one of the hanging pots, my spearmint is a *gasp* HYDRA! Had cut away some of the larger leaves and two more sprouted in the place of each leaf I plucked off.

Ivy's growing... slowly. I might think of repotting it into a larger rectangular pot.

And in some very good news, I dug through the soil of the chilli padi a few days ago and turns out they weren't dead. Just stuck under the soil. They're growing out fine now. Will be repotting them in about a week or two when they start growing stronger stems and more leaves.

Growing and Redesigning

2011-04-07T21:05:00.001+08:00

Just replaced all my cable wires with plastic-coated metal wires. Looks much better and much neater now. Added organic fetilizer to everything (except the mints) and everything's VERY green and growing fast now. .__. Just sheared through all my mints too. HUR HUR HUR.

Cut of the top of my lonely spearmint cutting and it's growing out a lot of tiny leaves now. Switched the position of my ivy plant too. Trimmed it down to remove dead leaves and promote future bushy growth. I'm considering making my own designed wire trellis for it once I switch it to a larger rectangular pot.

Added two more black beans into the soil. Been observing the growing vine too. It's very flexible. :D Twisted some wire for a "web" effect and tied the vine loosely it. Hopefully it'll start growing around it. :P I'd imagine it'll look quite nice once the bean pods and leaves REALLY start growing out.

UPDATES!

2011-04-03T01:05:00.000+08:00

Added a few new plants to the garden. Got some chilli padi seeds and I've planted them in the clear plastic bottle (easier to check humidity and water levels). Got a new ivy plant too. :D I'm thinking of buying a trellis or something so that the ivy will go in a certain direction.

Still contemplating on whether I should get that mosquito plant or save space for other plants.

Added a compost bin too. Throwing in all sorts of biodegradable junk that doesn't have fat or oil in it. :P Gonna get mealworms/earthworms soon for vermicomposting.

All plants seem to be growing well. The mints are spreading runners all around now. Looking forward to seeing lots of new mint plants popping up all over the pot. The black bean's growing well too. The leaves are so... furry ♥ Added a support so that the black bean stem doesn't bend everywhere.

PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS!

2011-03-27T19:48:00.001+08:00

As you can in the photo with my attempt to grow something out of those black beans.

DEY LEEVE PLAX0RS!

Inedible-plant-which-I-still-do-not-know-the-name-of is growing pretty well. Been plucking off yellowing leaves and more are growing in their place. New branches and stems are glowing out too. OuO

The peppermint looks as leafy and green as ever. I think the cutting's starting to grow roots too. :D The leaves are no longer droppy and mushy but they go boing when I flick them. Hur hur. Time will tell.

Spearmints seem to be growing well too. Not so bald anymore. Took out the middle of the three cutting on the left side of the pot and saw an odd root conglomeration. I was like, "O__O ... ooookkkkaaaayyyyy........ wierd. haha." Most of them are springy too. There seem to be some little shoots sprouting up in random parts of the pot. Not sure if they're weed or just more mints. .__. Gonna let em grow a little more before I can tell.

On a totally seperate note, I found a snail shell in the pot containing the inedible plant. Took it and threw it down the side of my fifth floor railing. .__. It landed in the grass. Added some coffee grounds to the pot after that. [toxic to snails, slugs and insects plz]

Been spotting some sparrows (which nest in a nearby tree on the ground floor) taking a peek at my mints too. When I come close, they look at me and they're like "whassamattayouKornelius?" and flap off. Then fly back again with a buddy and do the same thing. O__O

More Mint Updates!

2011-03-24T08:43:00.002+08:00

Okay... so not much changes to the whole layout. Except to the far right. Found these black beans so I decided to just grow em too... for fun. :D Will probably throw em away at a later time... or something. Added some soil to the surface to help stabilize the plants too.

Peppermints and gift-plant-which-cannot-be-eaten (Y U STILL NO BE EDIBLE?!) seem to be growing well. Made a cutting for the peppermint plant too. I'll be checking for roots in about 2-3 days.

I dunno about my spearmints. .__. They're really green but some of the stems are really skinny... and growing towards the direction of the sun. The one-directional sunlight is probably the cause. e.e And is it going through mid-life crisis?! It's kinda bald right now. Lots of tiny leaves and a few large leaves. Hope I didn't do something wrong with this one .__.

In other news, the top-right spearmint cutting and a few of the ground ones are growing roots and looking good. May they grow many many runners and thingies soon. :D

And in other totally irrelevant news... the chinchilla and golden retriever are staring at each other.

2011-03-24T02:03:00.001+08:00

Random Reviewer: are u gay? (juz asking cuz I saw you writing about a gay couple)
Me: Using this logic, writing about a bagel would make me a bagel.

Don't Judge.

2011-03-24T01:58:00.001+08:00

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? He couldn’t do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide.

See that girl, with her face caked in make up? She’s bullied, she needs to feel beautiful.

See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? He covers his arms to hide the scars.

See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? Her family can’t afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names.

See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? She cries herself to sleep every night.

Wonder why she never lets her friends over her house? Because she’s afraid they’ll see her dad passed out drunk on the floor, as always.

See how that girl cringes at rape jokes? She was raped.

See the boy who everyone goes to for advice? He wishes someone would do the same for him.

See the girl who never brings a lunch? She’s disgusted by her body.

See her, with the little waist? She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way.

See the boy over there, see the dark circles under his eyes? He has insomnia, he fears what he’ll see in his dreams.

See that girl daydreaming over there? She has schizophrenia.

See the boy biting his nails? He has cancer and he’s wondering how much time he has left.

See your best friend? She’s addicted to drugs, but she can’t tell you because you wont understand.

See that boy reading all about 9/11? His parents died on that day.

See her, with her phone on her at all times? She’s waiting for a call saying her sister was found after a kidnapping 4 years ago.

Don’t judge.

Plant Updates!!! ...again :D

2011-03-21T16:25:00.002+08:00

So I've finally gotten around to getting some rooting powder and potting my spearmint cuttings.

Been checking the spearmints. None seem to be affected by the mould so thank God for that. :D Peppermints are growing well too though the side that doesn't receive that much sunlight is yellowing a bit. Gonna consider turning the pot around everyday so both sides of the plant get lots of sunlight.

Also taken out of my cuttings to give to a friend who also wants to grow mints for cooking and stuff. :P

While I'm growing all these, I'm really beginning to see an aspect of God that I've never really seen before. I've always understood that God nurtures and plants and stuff but never quite to this extent. May I learn more about the nature of God through this! (Maybe I'll elaborate more on it in a separate journal entry).

On a side note, I'd like to thank a very kind friend for helping me buy the mints. I won't name him/her since I don't think he/she particularly likes the spotlight being shone on him/her for any kind acts even if he/she deserves it. :) But well, you know who you are... so thank you! Also wanna thank Joo Khai for taking time off to explain the whole growing process of mints - made the whole steep learning curve a whole lot less so.

Plant update - Sunday!!!

2011-03-21T00:24:00.000+08:00

So a friend got me some peppermint plants. :D You might notice a few new structural additions too. OuO

If you're wondering why the spearmint suddenly looks bald, it's cuz I pruned it. ._. The chopstick was growing mould so I had to cut away the stem attached to that chopstick. D:

Currently trying to clone more spearmint plants. c: I might head down to Mustafa tomorrow to get some rooting powder.

Plant Update - Wednesday

2011-03-16T18:56:00.001+08:00

Just checked on my mints today. They're growing very fast. Big leaves too. :)

I might be thinking of plucking off some of the bigger leaves to:
(i) boil and make tea.
(ii) boil and use the water and oil extract as an insect repellant/freshener
(iii) make massage oil. XD (Hey! don't judge me. D: I do massage as a hobby!)
(iv) Edrik. You can get your mint clone soon if everything works out well. :D
(v) Make a second spearmint plant.
(vi) Cookies. COOKIESSSSS!!!!
But gotta double-check with the guy I bought the soil from that it's all organic. ._.

Also added some nice blue dishcloth at the base to soak up any water on the ground. TAKE THAT MOSQUITOES! Let's see how you lay your eggs in cloth. e.e I might be considering buying that stand thingy for raising up the pot and water dish so that both aren't on the ground.

Spotted lots of new mint shoots popping out of the ground. It makes me happy. :D

Daily prayer + big pot + soil + hardy plant + daily watering = flourishing plant

The one of the top-left used to be a REALLY tiny shoot. Now, in just a week, it's almost as tall as the rest of the plant. :D

A trip to PyreChin

2011-03-15T18:54:00.000+08:00

Guess where I went on Tuesday? :P That logo up there was done by me. c: *is happy*

They sell pretty cheap and VERY cute chinchillas. XD One kept staring at me .___.

Dog grooming in PyreChin. It looked a lot happier before all its hair got shaved off .__.

2011-03-13T19:17:00.001+08:00

The door's open wide. You don't have to fix your life for me. I die a little every time that you leave so please come home.

You're not a disappointment to me. You're just like the rest of us struggling through the journey. I don't care what secrets you may keep. I can never love you less with all the love inside of me.

Sunday Mornings

2011-03-13T18:51:00.000+08:00

So I was sick on Sunday. But my plants seem to be pretty healthy. c: Mints seem to have recovered from the whole Imma-go-plop-in-Kornelius-hands-and-scare-the-shit-out-of-him.

Grow, my Mintnions, Grow!!!

2011-03-10T21:23:00.006+08:00

So with the apparent increase of free time upon the finishing of my course (Games Design and Development) and my utter hatred of pests (mosquitoes, cockroaches, etc.) I have decided to create my anti-pest + pest assault (and edible too!) team.

So here's what it consists of:

Spearmint - repels flying pests and roaches, good for adding to chocolates and desserts
Peppermint - repels flying pests and roaches, good for tea and cough/colds
Tea - same as the mints. I also like tea.
Catnip - I dunno! So I can play with the kitties downstairs? I heard it makes good tea too.
Coffee - Repels ants, slugs and everything else that feeds on plants. Plus I like coffee. A lot.
Lemon - Lemony fresh plus same properties as mint and adds colour to an otherwise drab HDB flat wall.
Wheatgrass - Good for digestion and gives more energy than coffee (caffeine-free too). Might give some to my friend's hamsters if it grows well and healthy.
Aloe Vera - I dunno. I like chewing on the pulp. ._. Tastes really good with wheatgrass.
Onion + Potato + Carrot patch - Just cuz I can.

So I was thinking: 2 large rectangular pots of spearmint, 2 large rectangular pots of peppermint, 1 pot of tea, 1 pot of catnip, 2 pots of wheatgrass, 2 pots of aloe vera, 1 coffee plant, 1 lemon tree and 1 pot containing an onion, carrot and potato. :D

So anyway, 2-3 days after getting the mints, I repotted them. Did a fair bit of digging and accidentally crushed 1 or 2 stems when they plopped out of their pot into my hands. (It was an accident! D:)

I hope they grow. c:

Added some coffee grounds to the soil and the water collecting plate to ward of ants (and aphids) and slugs. Hope it's not too much nutrients. ._.

Been raining for the past two days so mints haven't had much chance to see sun.

Watered the mints and removed the coffee grounds at the base. Removed the coffee grounds in the plate when the leaves started turning a bit spotty. Stems are turning purplish brown too. Still sturdy. Found some gnats buzzing around. Squirted them away with water. Plants looked greener and perkier after a few hours.

Accidentally split a stem in half while pruning the mint too. ._. Tied it back together with some wire. Maybe it'll regenerate or something. Or grow more. I'll see whether it turns necrotic in a few days.

Apart from that, I see some of the smaller shoots growing larger now. They grow up so fast. *sniffs*
So this is what the corridor towards the lift outside my house looks like.

My neighbour heard I was learning how to grow plants (well, mints actually) and gave me one of her saplings/cuttings. It's got lots of roots too. Nice of her. :)

But it's only a decorative plant! It's not edible! D:

PLANT! Y U NO BE EDIBLE?!

I might shift the pot contaning the sapling/cutting somewhere else once the mint (hopefully) grows rampantly and spreads about. Don't want it invading the pot.

So this is what the thing looks like currently. So empty...

I'm thinking of getting some fences from Daiso. Then I'll secure them to the main fence (or whatever you call it) and hook some pots of (future) mints up there. So like, 2 spearmint and 2 peppermint plants.

Thinking of putting 2 pots of wheatgrass below. Meh. It's GRASS. It'll handle being at the bottom, being dripped on. Maybe it'll have a minty fresh taste. :D

Gonna check tomorrow to see if there's any way I can hook up plants there safely. If yes, I can grow my tea and catnip there. :D

My mum spoke about some territory thing. Like the side I'm planting on is my side and the side with more sunlight is my neighbour's. e.e Which they don't use.

Gonna check with them if I can use that side if my mint flourishes. Mosquitoes and cockroaches hate them and they (the mint. Not the mosquitoes and roaches) smell good. So it'd reduce the risk of dengue and malaria. Pretty much a win-win situation (if they ignore the whole "territorial" issue) since I'm the one doing all the work (including washing the entire area every 2-3 days cuz of the gardening) anyway. Place ends up looking nicer too if I'm successful.

And yeah. My gardening tools. Yay for sticky tape to trap ants if they ever attempt to infest my plants in future.

2011-02-25T18:10:00.001+08:00

Your child will not become spoilt by being given what they need and a bit of what they want. It is not about what your child gets, but how your child obtains it, and it never comes from giving too much love and attention.

Your child may become spoiled if unreasonable needs are constantly met, annoying whiny behaviour is tolerated, and minor wants are met at great cost and inconvenience to others. In the end, being spoiled is not a product of how much your child has, but can occur when money and material objects continually replace love, time, and affection.

~ Dumex Newsletter

"Just a Dream" cover - Christina Grimmie & Sam Tsui

2011-02-23T20:55:00.001+08:00

The girl's a (hardcore) gamer, looks really cute and sounds like THAT. Y U NO COME FROM SINGAPORE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The Saga of Biorn

2011-02-23T16:37:00.000+08:00

2011-02-23T05:15:00.002+08:00

YOU: OMG!!!!! PEDOBEAR!!!!
YOU: fbhchvbuidsbvoyusvhbshuvybd
YOU: ILU!!!!
Pedobear: ♥
Pedobear: ...
Pedobear: ...
Pedobear: Wait... how old are you?
YOU: 17
Pedobear: D:
Pedobear: Too old! Don't want! Don't want!
YOU: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Y U NO ♥ ME?!
Pedobear: u has no fall into my tastes
Pedobear: You know the best thing about twenty three year olds?
YOU: :c
Pedobear: There's twenty of them.

MONSTERS - more props

2011-02-22T23:01:00.000+08:00

2011-02-22T12:07:00.001+08:00

Instead of a kind word or prayer - when I'm stressed, frustrated, facing harassment of the spiritual kind almost 24/7, have to lead a group, facing simultaneous blue screens and lags and haven't had proper rest in 1 to 2 months - people are ever so inclined to constantly gripe about how I don't get enough sleep or how I'm not eating well or if I'm attending school regularly.

I'm a twenty year old who's conscious about his health and exercises almost every single day. Do you honestly think I don't know about healthcare?

And they wonder why I get upset or angry.

Don't they get that, to put it mildly, I don't give a rat's ass about advice? If I wanted it, I'd ask for it. Chances are, I either know what to do (it's just a matter of whether I want to/am able to) or I can just ask God for the answers.

If I honestly wanted/needed advice from anyone, I'd ask for it.

There. Short frustrated/angry rant over.

2011-02-21T04:12:00.001+08:00

If there's one thing that I've learnt, it's that God will never allow that will be capable of truly destroying us to come into our lives. However, more often than not, He will give us circumstances beyond our physical capabilities, gifts and talents.

And that's when it becomes a matter of faith and complete dependence on Him as we trudge through the muddy track, doing our best with what little we have.

2011-02-21T00:41:00.001+08:00

I would not be here tonight if I had to choose. It's always the bigger things in life that seem choose you. You can say want; believe what you will believe. But I'll take what I want to see what I need to see.

When I'm buried in the questions, I can't find the answers. I'll close my eyes and listen till I remember - everything was beautiful.

Anti-Pest Assault Team

2011-02-15T22:38:00.001+08:00

I have decided that I will commit to learning on how to create and cultivate my own anti-pest garden, fully equipped with natural repellents and killers. :D

Assault Team:
1. Venus Fly Traps
2. Pitcher Plants

Intel and Defense:
1. Marigolds
2. Catnip (stay away from my floor kitties!)
3. Lemons
4. Coffee (my free dose of coffee c:)
5. Mint

And because I'm of questionable integrity and enjoy making insects go high - Pot. (Well okay, no. I lied. I'm not gonna grow pot.)

Anyone has any advice on where I can get all these stuff?? :c

2011-02-15T20:03:00.001+08:00

You will fly and you will crawl. God knows even angels fall.
No such thing as you've lost it all. God knows even angels fall.

So I took this quiz...

2011-02-14T07:20:00.000+08:00

...about which country I belong in.

And guess what I got?

China. o__o

Chinese, Japanese, same thing right? Wrong. You're an individual among a crowd of same looking people. You stand out in a crowd; you're definitely radiant and a beautiful person even though your kind of awkward. You're an outsider. You're the purple crayon in a box of grey colors. Always be yourself and don't let anyone try to change you. You're so special, and you don't know how special. You're such a cute Asian :3

2011-02-11T23:16:00.001+08:00

A heavy (fake) accent and an IMMENSE vocabulary bank coupled with a minuscule grammar capability makes one sound incredibly, for a lack of a better word, STUPID.

Hey Sexy Panda

2011-02-10T21:20:00.001+08:00

Lizard or Sheep? o.o

2011-02-08T06:17:00.000+08:00

I weal eet ur soulllllllll.... D:(

MONSTERS Tokens and Collectibles

2011-02-08T02:27:00.000+08:00

2011-02-07T18:51:00.001+08:00

A conviction over something is NOT an excuse to treat anyone as less than a person capable of feeling.

2011-02-07T18:46:00.001+08:00

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.

The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

2011-02-06T05:13:00.000+08:00

And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won't worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no, not this time

2011-02-06T00:52:00.001+08:00

Roses are #FF0000
Violets are #0000FF
All my base
Are belong to you

Safety and Peace - Story

2011-02-01T06:34:00.000+08:00

- :.+.: -

..:SAFETY AND PEACE:..

- :.+.: -

Disclaimer: Assassins Creed and all of its characters are property of UbiSoft. I do not profit from it, apart from getting entertainment from doing my fanfiction and improving on my language and writing skills. Also, all events and characters are purely fictitious and any similarities to people or events in real life are purely coincidental.

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Author: Heian Edenwood

Beta-Readers: -

Listening to: You Belong to Me (Grey Holiday), Promise of a Lifetime (Kutless)

Pairings: AltairxMalik?

Warnings: Bromance bordering on romance... maybe? Raging Malik, definitely.

Author's Note: Just a little quickie and time lapse. c:

Summary: Safety and Peace.

- :.+.: -

If you do not expect to to make mistakes, you are considering yourself more than human and being harder on yourself than every one around you who knows you are simply a human being.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
...Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.
~ Lessons Learned, Carrie Underwood

- :.+.: -

"Safety and peace, Malik."

Altair barely dodged the inkpot that flew past him. Sound of glass breaking and ink splattering went unnoticed as barbed words snarled at him, "Your presence here deprives me of both. What do you want?"

- :.+.: -

"Safety and peace, Malik."

A curt reply.

"Were it that the city was possessed of either. Why do you trouble me today?"

Altair raised a brow at the lack of malice.

- :.+.: -

"Safety and peace, Altair."

Shock was evident on the normally stoic assassin's face, "Upon you as well, brother."

- :.+.: -

"Three places I can say for certain. West of here, near both a guard tower and a hospital. And to the southwest, at the church of the Holy Sepulchre. See what you can learn. I will do the same."

Altair gave a quick nod as he turned towards the door, "I'll be quick as I can."

A warm hand was laid over his before it quite left the worn wooden table, "Stay safe, my friend."

- :.+.: -

"I do not accept your apology."

Altair cast his eyes downward in disappointment. "I understand."

A moment passed in silence as the master assassin refused to look at the man before him. Malik had every right to refuse to forgive him.

"No. You don't."

A warm hand pressed against his cheek and guided him to look into warm sable eyes. "I do not accept your apology because you are not the same man who went with me into Solomon's Temple. And so you have nothing to apologize for."

Altair blinked and his eyes flicked away, "Malik..."

"Perhaps if I had not been so envious of you, I... would not have been so careless myself. I'm just as much to blame."

Golden eyes flicked back as Altair placed his hand over Malik's, "Don't say such things."

A genuine smile broke over the Dai's face, "We are one. As we share the glory of our victories, so too should we share the pain of our defeat. In this way we grow closer, we grow stronger."

Altair unconsciously leaned into the hand as a thumb gently stroked his cheek, "Thank you, brother..."

- :.+.: -

Both men looked towards the fortress that loomed ahead.

Taking a step away from Malik, Altair refused to look at him. "Safety and peace, friend."

This could be the last time he would see Malik.

He didn't expect that hand to close around his. Halting in his tracks, Altair remained staring at the ground. Said hand guided his to the end of stump of Malik's left arm.

Altair felt a lump appear in his throat as he pointedly refused to look at the man.

"Look at me, Altair."

Altair was now boring a hole into the ground with his eyes.

A sigh. "Altair, I'm not asking again. Look at me."

Golden eyes finally looked up, though not before glancing at where Malik had placed his hand. Taking a bold step, Altair gently squeezed the stump in response.

"Your presence here will deliver us both."

2011-02-01T01:40:00.001+08:00

If you do not expect to to make mistakes, you are considering yourself more than human and being harder on yourself than every one around you who knows you are simply a human being.

2011-02-01T01:37:00.000+08:00

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,
I'm grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

2011-01-30T17:16:00.001+08:00

Why is it that whenever I'm up till 6 in the morning on the computer, or when I'm sleepy/tired, people automatically assume it's because I've been up playing games?

Just a little more to make me snap after almost 3 years. Do. NOT. try. me.

2011-01-30T17:13:00.001+08:00

Of all the things I've regretted ever since I've started coming to church, knowing God has NEVER been something I've regretted.

It gets tough but it's worth it.

2011-01-25T19:39:00.002+08:00

My sexy new watermark and personal logo. Will only be used to copyright my stuff and to help people identify my works. Nothing more. c:

"Stinky Kitty" font created by Parallax. Free for personal use.

Logo design (c) 2011 Kornelius Wang Jingjie. All rights reserved.

2011-01-25T02:24:00.001+08:00

I am Lord Beezelbub, Overlord of evil and your worst nigh-OMGISTHATAFLYSWATTER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

*splat*

Creation 1 Hell 0

Pedobear is watching you... always.

2011-01-23T02:56:00.001+08:00

ʕ•ᴥ• ʔ

...ALWAYS. ʕ•ᴥ• ʔ

2011-01-23T02:36:00.001+08:00

I love the art aspect of my course but someday, the projects are going to cause me to have epic upheavals of blood and viscera. e.e

IMPACT Movie Night Ticket :D

2011-01-23T02:35:00.001+08:00

2011-01-18T19:47:00.001+08:00

Guys, if you honestly loved me, you'd have more self-control when you play games. I create games.

And I already get enough crap from everyone having the pre-conception that games are the cause of all the problems in the world.

I don't need more people around me perpetuating the situation.

MONSTERS Poster - WIP

2011-01-13T18:27:00.000+08:00

2011-01-13T18:22:00.004+08:00

I am not here to be everyone's best friend. I'm not here to be acceptable by everyone's standards. I'm not here to be perfect.

I am here to be an imperfect representation of God's love. And to be myself. Deal with it.

SPOON MURDER! DIE!

2011-01-12T11:19:00.004+08:00

2011-01-09T14:06:00.000+08:00

Porygon, I choose you!

Porygon, use your seizure attack!

It's super effective!

2011-01-05T13:50:00.000+08:00

I don't need to 'get a life'. I'm a gamer, I have lots of lives!