Gabriel's stories.

Our Name Of Happiness.

2009-05-23T01:15:00.000-07:00

You Are Carefree and Passionate

You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.

You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.

You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.

You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.

Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.

You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.

At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.

Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.

Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.

You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.

You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.

You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.

Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.

You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.

You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.

You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.

Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.

You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.

Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.

You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.

You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.

You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.

Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.

Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.

You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.

You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Hey guys, sorry for the long stale mate. I have been lazy. XD.

Anyway, try this out. Most of what they say about my name is wrong, but there are some right. I have a friend whose name did completely tell about her nature. Its quite cool.

Its fun to see what your name says about you, especially when it is true. Then whenever your down, you can read about it, see your down side and up side and improve on yourself. Nobody is perfect, but we can always try to be the best we can be. ^_^

Good luck on exams mates and happy holidays. :)

ACT 2

2009-04-28T05:35:00.000-07:00

ACT 2

You could love the same person forever,

But always remember to stop and think,

If you truly know that person’s character,

Or is she someone different than you think.

Love at first sight can happen,

But you must still know that person,

For if you do not know,

Your love for her will just be hollow.

I’ve spent so much of my time wrong,

Loving a girl without knowing who she was,

All the suffering I endured for so long,

Destroyed me till I forgot who I was.

Suffering is a dreadful thing,

It slices and shatters every part of you,

Until all you have left is nothing,

But still it wont let go of you.

I wandered through the land,

Emptiness clawing my soul,

There wasn’t a single able hand,

I had naught but myself to achieve my goals.

A black period of endless sorrow,

Where magnificent sunsets lost all hope,

To the dreadful night of no tomorrow,

Where all he did was weep and mope.

Love crushed his fragile life,

He never felt it, since the day he was born,

But still for his dreams, he would thrive,

Even though everything else was forlorn.

His wry tale, still continues,

Still hoping for a brighter future,

Hoping to finally hear, good news,

Hoping for love, in an undecided future.

(A/N) Sorry for not updating for so long. Thus, for forgiveness I have posted a masterpiece poem that I truly treasure. I would appreciate if it does not get plagarise. Thank You and Sorry for the long wait. Hope You Enjoy And Find Comfort In This Piece.

Dreams

2009-02-19T05:43:00.000-08:00

DREAMS

Dreams. A part of every human. We rely on it to continue on living, yet sometimes cannot help ourselves from having them. Our mere existence is to achieve it. Men and women have died to achieve them, and even fight for them with their lives. Dreams have many meanings. One is an imaginary vision or thought while we sleep or when our minds wander off. Another is something we hope to achieve or accomplish in the future. But we cannot deny the fact that the dreams we have when we sleep or when our minds wander off may very well be a dream we wish will happen in the future.

There are many philosophies about dreams. Some even go so far as saying that people who dream the most have the highest IQ. However, everyone knows that dreams play a vital part in everyone's lives. They determine the paths we must take, and the bridges we must cross. Nonetheless, we must also not forget that we cannot achieve our dreams without taking actions that can lead to accomplishing them.

To me, dreams shape a huge part of my life. Without my dreams, I fear, I may be an insolent being wandering the earth with no purpose or aim. My main dream, you may laugh now, is to create the best poems the world have yet to see. Why? You may ask. I have thought that in life, I do not want to be a shadow of the earth. I want to make a difference. I want to do something that may be able to change the world, to create a huge impact, until my name may be remembered throughout the times of the world. I want to be able to change the world thinks, and give hope and light to those who feel hopeless and are in darkness.

My inspiration comes from the world itself. Everything I see, hear and feel is an inspiration. Seeing how the clouds take form after a rain, seeing a rainbow, seeing people help each other, and listening to motivational speakers. Reading other poetry and stories and watching inspirational movies have also helped me become motivated to write great poetry.

The greatest wall that I'm facing is the difficulty to publish and advertise the poems I write. It is even harder here in my country as people rarely appreciate the true values of poetry and not many people read it save for educational purposes. The only way I can hope to overcome this is to have enough money to publish my poetry in other countries such as England. Thus, to do this I have chosen to have a career in computers, which is another passion of mine to earn enough money to pursue my dreams.

One of my favourite quotes is “Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true” by Leon Joseph Cardinal Suenens. This shows that everyone should dream big, and try their best to make them come true.

(A/N) Well, just something I wrote for English assignment and decided to post it up here :)

Far From Grace ( From Gabriel, the movie)

2009-02-13T02:59:00.000-08:00

Far From Grace.

You threw me far from grace,

To find who my true self was,

Into this God forsaken place,

Where I had absolutely no cause.

You threw me far from grace,

So that I could finally know,

The reality of our place,

Where there was thunder, rain, sun and snow.

You threw me far from grace,

So that I could find something to fight for,

A reason to win this race,

To fill my hollow core.

You threw me far from grace,

So that I could touch, smell, hear and see,

My very own face,

An identity for myself to see.

You threw me far from grace,

To collect my shattered soul,

To remove my grimace,

And renew my goal.

(A/N- A poem I wrote on the feelings I think the angel Gabriel felt before his fall in the movie 'Gabriel')

TG: School of the Blessed, Chapter 3

2009-01-23T05:10:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER 3: NORM-BORN.

RIFE

I snickered the moment I saw him gaping at the headmaster. The expression on his face was definitely priceless. I have found a norm-born. My flawless observation indeed paid off. The blonde boy, who looked confident throughout the pre-speeches finally found his confidence crumbling like a human corpse turning into ashes. There was no doubt. He was definitely a pure norm-born.

As I scanned throughout the crowd again, I had to admit, I was quite disappointed. There seemed to be only one norm-born. Probably no half-bloods either, as they would look shaky and definitely less confident than all the others here. I still couldn’t believe it, did that blonde guy really thought he was the only one in this school which had powers? Wasn’t the name of the college giving out a huge clue already? I mean come on, even a small kid would know a college named “School of the Blessed” wasn’t an ordinary school. Either way, it definitely comes down to the parent’s fault. Did they not care to tell their child that they were being sent into a college where students had special abilities inherited from their parents? Did they not care to tell their child that he was special because his parents didn’t have any special abilities? And that he would definitely be picked on and isolated because he came from ‘normal’ parents? Poor kid I thought.

‘My name is Leonardo de Vatican. I am this college’s headmaster…’ the headmaster continued.

As much respect as I had for the Italian headmaster, my thoughts were elsewhere. I was still observing the blonde norm-born. He seemed to have regained his composure. Although slightly uneasy, he began stealing glances at other people, no doubt wondering what power the other students have, something that every student would want to know, including myself.

I quickly looked up towards the headmaster, pretending to listen, as I felt his eyes glancing towards me. It didn’t make me uneasy, I was used to it. With flaming red hair and piercing red eyes, one was definitely bound to get attraction. That’s why I love to give people who stare at me a sharp intent glare back, loving to see their eyes gaze hastily away from my hostility. However, I did not wish to glare at the blonde norm-born, he seemed in already too much pressure.

Feeling that he wasn’t studying me anymore, I chanced a glance at him. I could see now that his eyes were no more of shock and fear, but now a strong determination. I felt amused. I began to wonder how it would feel like watching scores of bullies shattering his determination. It would be quite a sight. Once people learned that he is a norm-born, he would no longer be in peace. Norm-borns, are outcasts, people with special abilities who had normal parents. Unlike me, or any other student here, we had special abilities, but our parents and theirs also had them. Thus, norm-borns were generally picked on and bullied as they generally had a weak ability. Most norm-borns had the photographic memory ability, an ability which was most laughed at.

I wondered what ability he had, and how long his grim determination would last. I’d give him a week.

The headmaster was still explaining about the school and what to expect in the course outline and how long it would take. I already knew all this as my brother, Raphael told me everything. He said that the time you took to study depends on what profession you would want to become. Now he is doing his third year here.

‘I’ll meet you in school Rife, don’t forget to tell me all about the people you meet, especially the ones who could be bullied easily, and also any half-bloods or norm-borns you find’, he snickered as he told me this morning before school.

Raphael, with his great ability, likes to stand out, and loved bullying people who had weak abilities. His favourite targets were half-bloods and norm-borns. Half-bloods were students who had one parent with a special ability and the other one without. I could scarcely imagine the fate of the blonde boy if he gets bullied by my brother. I decided not to tell my brother about him.

After Mr. Leon finished giving his speech, we were told to go to the main hall and wait. Our names would be called out, and we would see the teacher who is assigned to test us and see what subjects we are qualified to take. The test would basically involve us sparing with the teacher, and that thought finally made me smile for the first time today. I was incredibly bored, besides observing the norm-boy. I couldn’t wait to test my ability on the teacher. I had been training secretly for this moment, making sure I could get to take the subjects I wanted to.

‘Rife Christian, room number 32 please.’ Mrs. Lauren called out. I obediently walked to room number 32.

Opening the door, I see a large dark haired man. Looking at him, he sort of reminded me of the type of person I was. He didn’t seem to care much about his looks, having untidy black hair and a ruffled beard.

He studied me and then made a noise as though I was another annoyance to him. I grinned. He really did seem to be like me.

‘ I’m Gerard. You plan to be in the Active group or the Passive group?’ He asked looking at what most probably is my documents. Straight to the point I thought. Just like me.

When a student enters St John School for the Blessed, he will required to choose from two groups, the Active group and the Passive group. A student can only enter the Active group if he is only capable enough. The teachers will test our capabilities by sparing with us. To take the subjects I want, I need to enter the Active group.

‘Active group.’ I said studying him, wondering what he is going to throw at me.

He looked up at me and studied me again. I could see his black iris moving up and down my body. He snorted.

‘Give me your best shot then.’ He said, lips turning into an intimidating smile.

‘Rife ohst.’ I muttered my spell and held out my palm to him. Flames shot from my palm straight to him.

His smile widened. The flames shot straight pass him. My brow furrowed.

He must have used his power to make the flames miss him, I never miss my shots, I thought.

‘If that is all you have, might as well consider the Passive group.’ He said, smirking.

‘Rife ohst.’ I said again. Flames shot from my palm straight to him. His smile got even bigger.

‘Arapeste olpxede.’ I said. The flames separated into many tiny flames. His eyebrows narrowed. The tiny flames exploded. It was my turn to grin. He could not have escaped that one.

Suddenly, out of the smoke, I saw him flying towards me, his face twisted in a rage and an ugly snarl. He was holding a wooden plank.

‘Rife ohst!’ I yelled. The flames out of my palms shot straight pass him again. Damn it!

‘Rife arapeste olpxede!’ I said again quickly. Tiny flames came out of my body and exploded everywhere.

Suddenly, I flew upwards, a great force pulling me up. The moment I was over all the smoke, I saw Mr. Gerard, holding the wooden plank a foot away from me.

‘Rife owsrd!’ I quickly said. A sword made out of fire appeared, and in the nick of time, I was able to use the sword to cut the plank Mr. Gerard swung at me.

Again, I was jerked up, this time a greater force was pulling me and I was going to crash unto the ceiling. This is insane I thought. I trained for this moment. I’m not going to get my ass kicked by some insane teacher. I know his power now. He has the ability to manipulate gravity. This explains everything.

‘Rife olpxede ohst!’ I yelled. Flames shot from my palm and burst through the ceiling, creating a hole. The moment I was near it, I stick my sword into another part of the ceiling, gripping it tight so I could fight the gravity still pulling me upwards. Damn him, I thought. He is able to make gravity pull me from anywhere. It is time to fight serious.

‘Rife ardgon’ I uttered my new spell. Flames from my palms separated forming giant dragons that headed towards Mr. Gerard, wiping his smirk off his face when he saw me hanging on the ceiling.

He made gravity stronger for the dragons made out of fire. As the dragons were pulled to the ground, another dragon formed from them. The dragon that was formed from them took the fire from their previous host, making another giant fire shaped dragon. Every time he tried to pull the dragons toward the ground, they did the same thing, reforming themselves to continue chasing him.

While the fire dragons were chasing him, I started on a complex spell. Mr. Gerard looked frustrated. He couldn’t get the dragons off his tail.

‘Damn this!’ He cursed. Finally, with a wave of his hand, gravity seemed to pull my fire dragons from all sides. The fire dragons all split into four, and then four new dragons emerged from each of them. Now, there were four times the amount of the previous dragons. Mr. Gerard cursed.

I finally completed my spell. I grinned. It was over. I’m going to toast him. I waved my hand, and the fire dragons surrounded him. On cue, I made them expand, until they joined together to form a giant fire tornado, with Mr. Gerard in the centre of it. His face looked like he was going to explode with rage. He was clearly angry at me for going to fry him, I figured.

I released my spell. Beneath the centre of the fire tornado, fire shot out from the ground, blasting at high velocity straight to the top. The fire would burn Mr. Gerard into dust.

Smiling at my victory, I suddenly became aware of a twisting knot of pain in my stomach. I groaned, the pain was getting worse. It felt like my stomach was torn inside out, continuously twisting. It became unbearable. I used my left hand to clutch my stomach, since my right was still holding the fire sword stuck to the ceiling that kept me from falling down. To my horror, the moment my left hand was near my stomach, it began to be sucked into the hole my stomach. I had no strength to fight the suction, thus my hand was immediately pulled into the hole in the middle of my stomach. The moment my hand reached the hole, another jolt of terrible pain crossed my whole body, it was like the skin of my hand was ripped away and the bones shattered into nothing. I screamed. It was worst than a terrible nightmare.

My hand slipped off the grip of the fire sword as the pain was too much to bear. I knew I’d be dead before I even hit the ground. The hole in my stomach was shredding me, skinning me and tearing me apart inside out, and I could feel every moment of it. I screamed and wordlessly begged for unconsciousness, death would be preferred. At this point, the pain would surely drive me insane.

As my vision grew darker, almost to unconsciousness, the pain stopped. I found myself lying on solid ground. The ground was smooth and cold.

Opening my eyes, I see Mr. Gerard, standing in front of his desk, eyes looking at me betraying no emotion. I was still lying on the floor, shaking, the after effects of the pain taking over.

It was over, I lost.

When sparring, there will be a kind of dimension, opening up that encompasses the room where the spar takes place. In the dimension, all injuries and damages done will be restored back the moment the spar is over. Nobody knows how to create this dimension, only the headmaster, Mr. Leon can. Today, as all students had to spar with the teachers to prove their abilities, Mr. Leon opened up many dimensions that enveloped each room. You can’t see the dimension, or realize it is there, but you will only know its there after you are fully healed when a battle you are in is over.

I couldn’t believe the way he ended the fight. Creating a black hole by manipulating gravity right at my stomach. What kind of teacher is as sadistic as that?

‘You pass.’ Mr. Gerard said, impassively.

At least I passed it. But heck, I came here prepared, not to get beaten the hell out and shown the difference of level between teacher and student. I thought I was good, no, more than good, I thought I was powerful. But here I am, shredded into pieces by a cold-hearted teacher.

It all started to fall into place. Looking at him, I couldn’t believe I first thought he was like me. He was nothing like me. I wouldn’t be able to do that to a student and stand there and talk to him as though nothing happened. I wouldn’t be able to hurt someone so much and feel nothing about it.

‘Here’s a list of courses and their descriptions.’ Mr. Gerard said, throwing a stash of papers unto a table which he now sat behind. ‘And I need your signature here.’ He said, pointing to a golden piece of paper in front of the table.

I knew what it was, my brother told me, The Paper of Secrecy. Anyone who signed it must obey its terms, or else he/she will die. Now, the terms were simple. I was not to reveal Mr. Gerard’s power to anyone. The type of power one has is treasured highly, even between teachers. To know one’s power, you were automatically asked to sign The Paper of Secrecy, unless you are more powerful than that person, and unwilling to. To know one’s power and not be asked to sign The Paper of Secrecy was the highest point of trust anyone could give.

I walked to the table and was astonished to see the contents. Nobody else signed it yet. That would mean that nobody else knew his power. Was I the only one who knew?

After signing it, I disregarded the stack of papers that had the lists of courses and their descriptions. ‘I already know what I’m taking.’ I said quietly.

‘You will enroll for your courses 2 hours from now at the main lobby.’ He said again, with no emotion.

‘If you treated me like this, how would you treat a norm-born I wonder?’ I said, barely able to keep my anger in check.

I looked up, once before leaving, just to see his expression on how he reacted to what I said.

Just for a moment, I could have sworn, I saw him in pain…or was it grief? But just as I saw it, his expression returned back to normal. He looked away.

‘You’re dismissed.’ He said quietly.

Determining not to push my luck, I walked out of the room.

Going back to the corridor, I was yet again seeing the nervous faces of other students waiting for their turn. I truly wished abundance of luck to anyone who would have to spar against Mr. Gerard.

Walking to the main lobby, I saw the blonde norm-born, walking into a room where a teacher was waiting to test him. He looked up and saw me.

I nodded my head, giving a look that said ‘Good luck’ sincerely and wished he didn’t misunderstand my gesture. Seeing his determination as he entered the room, I silently vowed to watch his back.

I guess I’d have another New Year’s resolution this year. Learning empathy.

~*.*~

(A/N) Chapter dedicated to Benjamin Lim for all his help and support ^_^

TG: School of The Blessed, Chapter 2

2009-01-03T00:36:00.000-08:00

Chapter 2: New Environment

PETER

I took my backpack out the car without looking back to say goodbyes to my parents who would probably disown me the moment I enter the school. It is better this way, I thought, my parents and I did not really have a good relationship at all. I am already used to taking care of myself, and now my special ability would give me even more confidence than I thought I would ever have.

My eyes scanned the huge grey castle in front of me. I always pictured a college as a large white building with normal students pouring in and out. This however is quite different, Oxford probably didn’t look this amazing. The large grey castle which loomed right ahead of me, is unbelievably my college and I would be staying here until I graduated. The college has brick walls of grey and are shaped in a castle that only existed in fairy tales. I wondered how my parents found out about this place, and what it would cost them.

As I walked along the pathway to the main entrance, I absorbed the beautiful land the college had. A wide field with well maintained grass, the type of carpet grass you see in football stadiums, with only one fountain surrounded with flowers occupied it. I wondered why the college would want such a big empty space for, my first thought was a football field, but there wasn’t any goalposts in the field.

As I continued walking towards the main entrance, I was quite surprised at the students who were walking in. Half of them looked normal, like me but they seem to come from all over the world. There were Asians, Africans, and of course Americans like me. The other half of them looked rather expressive. The most standing out ones were a group of tall and lanky seniors which have silver spikes for hair. Strangely, other students seemed to be avoiding them, guess they must be some sort of bullies. I wasn’t worried much, who in the world would dare bully a person who has telekinesis? I thought, grinning.

“All 1st year students please assemble in the assembly field right in front of the main lobby, our headmaster will give you a warm welcome into your 1st year at St John’s School for the Blessed.” A voice boomed around which I thought could probably be heard throughout the entire school.

I walked quickly to the assembly field to find a large crowd of students there. Social cliques were already forming as I see students huddling around if different groups. It was quite easy to discern which crowds were going to be labeled as the ‘cool crowd’ and the one’s that were going to be labeled as the ‘nerds’.

As my eyes scanned throughout the different groups, I caught a peculiar looking group. They didn’t look strange in any way but just the fact that they consisted of a lot of guys surrounding one very good looking girl. She had long blonde hair that was left untied reaching the back of her slim figure. She had smooth fair skin that was somewhat flawless. She seemed to be the type of girl that was always cheerful. However, as I looked at other girls, they were throwing the blonde haired girl dirty looks, obviously jealous of all the attention she got, although she was oblivious to the dirty looks being thrown at her.

The guys surrounding her were also all fairly good looking, no doubt trying to charm their way towards her. I grinned, noticing the competition to just get an innocent looking beauty. One of the boys, who looked like the one getting all of her attention, was tall and muscular built. There was also another boy, which looked a bit nerdish and trying very hard to get her attention. He however, seemed somewhat out of place, as he possessed neither good looks or a strong body built. I grinned noticing how all the other boys looked at him as though he was an edible alien, they would probably eat him when nobody was looking.

At the back of the crowd, standing all alone, was a medium sized boy which had flaming red hair. He was probably one of the most standing out ones. He was the only one which had hair and eyes the colour of fire. Besides that, he was also very good looking. Unfortunately, people were keeping their distance from him, as he looked like he was having a very bad day.

Finally, a short stout woman came and stood in front of us, at the speaker’s podium. She cleared her throat to get our attention and then gave us all a very wide warm smile.

‘Welcome, all of you, to St John’s School of the Blessed!’ She said, her smile growing wider. ‘ My name is Lauren Clarke, you shall all call me Ms. Lauren and I am head of Human Resources in this college and also the head of the college’s hospital. Anything you wish to ask about this college, or any problems you may have, anything at all, you can come to me. Now I shall hand it over to our headmaster.’ She finished with another smile and walked out to take her place among the teachers.

A tall dark haired man came into the podium. He had an aura of authority and the whole assembly field fell into respective silence.

‘Pleased to meet all of you.’ He said with a deep voice. ‘Welcome to St John’s School of the Blessed, I know this is a college and yet its name is called school. Sorry about that, we carried this name for a very long time and thus, do not wish to change it, to honour all the memories this college has. For you see, last time this was not only a college but also a school. Now by the look in your eyes, I know you are all anticipating a wondrous magical year ahead of you where each of you can furthur hone your special abilities.’ His deep voice continued.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “…further hone your special abilities’? I gasped. I cant believe it! I thought I was the only one who had a special ability! Now here my unloving parents send me to a place where everyone has a special ability! This is crazy! Here I was, coming into college full of confidence because I had something special, only to find everyone has something special too! What if my ability is considered weak? What if I become a laughing stock? In just a moment I felt my high confidence shattered into nothing.

I looked all around, and found that apparently nobody is as shocked as I am. Its like everyone knew what they signed up for. I however, know nothing! Its like I’ve been chucked into a whole new environment without knowing what I was getting into! I thought life was fair! Guess I was wrong.

I wondered dreadfully what everyone’s special ability was. Each person’s ability was most probably different, and some of them, I shuddered as I remembered the guys with silver spikes for hair, probably had deadly abilities…….

THE GIFTED:SCHOOL OF THE BLESSED.

2008-12-19T20:12:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER1: PETER'S STORY.

Hey, My name is Peter. I’m not much of a role model, but I think I could give pretty good inspirational talks if I wanted to. I have dirty blonde hair which was never combed. I only recently started combing it as I realized its actually pretty character building stuff to always look your best. This is due to me being a terrible mess before.

I wouldn’t say I had the best parents in the world, in fact probably one of the worst. My parents always pushed me, even while I was still young. I started to think my parents really didn’t know much, I probably knew better. I wasn’t much of a socializing kid in school. I always stood quiet in a corner of the class observing the behavior of other kids. I wanted to excel in Human Behavior Studies, to be able to predict and manipulate human behavior. But tough luck, with the pressure my parents provided I couldn’t do much of what I wanted, but had to do what they wanted. I was forced to study for late hours, run odd chores in the house as my parents worked late and ultimately became a loner and a nerd in school.

Thus, I disliked my parent’s heartily. It didn’t help when I fell in love in High School. Being a nerd and a loner in Middle School, I swore to change. Unfortunately, life in High School was harder, tougher exams which shaped your future and tougher to keep up with the demands of your peers. The girl I was in love with was really popular, quite the contrary from me. At that time, I knew that somehow she was the only one I was ever going to be in love with, and not being able to be with her was like an icy knife stabbing straight into my already wounded heart.

Life went on, with my condition getting worse everyday. Over demanding parents, trouble with my peers and unrequited love. I graduated High School with average grades, much to the dismay of my parents and seeing the love of my life going to college which I, unfortunately will not be able to attend as yet. Because of my poor grades, which my parents call it, they wanted me to have a time out and think about what I was going to do with my already torn apart future, so they said. This so called ‘time out’ was filled with weird and odd chores that soon made me a semi-body builder. However, I wasn’t content. In fact, I was angry, disappointed and for the first time in my life, restless. I wanted to go out and do something, instead of wallowing at home with house chores.

And that, is exactly what I did. First, I started smoking, to take away the huge pile up of stress in my mind. Strangely, smoking is like a free ticket into all the cool bands of friends. I found myself partying, clubbing, going out and having the time of my life. I also learnt to have the courage to ask my parents to stuff it. They were taken aback at first, but then started yelling at me with useless words that bounced off my thick skin. I was carefree for the first time in my life. For a whole month, I spent my time gloriously and wonderfully, I felt like I was in heaven. Unfortunately, things always don’t go the way we want. Because of my terrible smoking habit, I found smoking not enough, and I got into drugs.

Taking drugs was heaven. No stress, no parents, no pain, truly unbelievable. But I got addicted to it. I was having too much fun and I forgot all the morals of life.

One day, me and my friends were chasing a kitten, childish as we might be, it could be explained as we were dosing ourselves with drugs earlier. We beat the kitten, and forced it to run away from us. The kitten ran and in its fright, a car bang into it. We laughed our heads off, some of my friends rolling on the ground with laughter. However, I stopped the moment the driver got out, and ran towards the kitten. She was a woman in her late twenties. Her daughter ran out of the car too and rushed towards the kitten. She had tears in her eyes. My expression changed as I saw the little girl carrying the kitten in her arms cuddling it. Her mother, looked at us in disgust, a look I probably will never forget. The words she said to her daughter, I will never forget.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, its OK, we’ll take the kitten to the nearest vet, I’m sure it’ll be OK. Those thugs are nothing but a stain in our community, don’t bother about them.” She said to her daughter as her daughter was complaining to her that we made them bang the kitten.

The words stain in our community really hit me. The next day, while I was at home, thinking about what happened, I decided to turn over a new leaf. But it was hard, I was really addicted to drugs. Even now, early in the morning, I was shaking, needing drugs in my body system. I was quite afraid, with what I’ve become and how I’d ended up in life. Looking up to my desk, I saw the book ‘Leading Life Successfully’, the only book I bought when I was in High School, to teach me how to lead my life. It always said meditation and a clear head was vital in life. Going towards my dad’s computer, as I don’t have my own, I searched for audio meditation guides in the internet. I found one, it was called ‘Meditation, Key to Unlocking Your True Potential’. And thus, my meditation begun!

I have to admit, it was pretty exciting, but in meditation I learnt to control all my emotions, even the excitement. The basics taught me how to properly control and maintain my emotions. I was able to completely shut off my emotions and have an empty mind. When I did this, I was completely aware of my surroundings. I could reach out and feel objects with my mind. I was curious and thrilled, but maintaining my posture, I experimented more such as using my mind to grab objects and move them. I was successful. Words would never be able to describe what I felt. To move objects with my mind, was truly an experience! I read it on the net, that there were people who were capable of doing it, but they could only move small objects while I could move bigger ones, although the effects would leave me quite exhausted.

It was truly amazing. For a whole month, I experimented with my ability moving objects around the room, that is of course until my dear mother caught me. Of course, the expression on her face will be one that would be hard to forget. She blinked twice, looked at me as though I was an alien and just stared at me for a whole minute without even blinking again. I purposely brought a book zooming towards me and grabbed it, with a smug look on my face. Boy, the expression on her face! She gaped at me open mouthed and suddenly ran screaming towards my dad. She screamed, ‘Darling! Peter’s in a cult! Peter’s in a cult!’ I dropped down on my knees laughing. Of all the things in the world, my mother thought I was in a cult.

Thus here I am, not in a mental institute as I thought my mother would send me, but finally a college. The college is called ‘St John’s School of the Blessed’. I wasn’t surprised my mother would send me to a religion school, but for the ‘blessed’? What was that suppose to mean? Maybe she thought I was blessed with the ability to move objects with my mind. I learnt through the net that my ability was called telekinesis. I was actually really proud of myself. By learning meditation, I got over my drug addiction easily, and had the ability telekinesis.

And so here I am, on the front gate of my new college. I am actually quite thrilled to start, as this time, I know I wont go wrong. But as all the books about life I read, they always have the same quote, ‘Life is always filled with surprises’………….