The Centurial Tag (from Mark)

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Here is your tag, Mark. Enjoy. . .

1. What have you been doing recently?

Using the computer, as I am doing now.

2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?

Every now and then. Who wants to know?

3. What happened at 10.00 a.m. today?

I can't really remember.

4. When did you last cry?

A few nights ago, I think.

5. Believe in fate/destiny?

No, I don't. God is ultimately control of everything going on in earth. Even so, He has given us all the freedom to choose where and what you want to do in your life. I do not believe there is an irresistable future that may not be changed nor affected.

6. What do you want in your life right now?

A copy of "Unfinished Tales" by Tolkien, more ideas for poem-writing and lunch.

7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?

I woldn't be going into the rain in the first place. I'm a couch potato (potatialis couchetta).

8. What is your favourite thing to have on your bed?

You really want to know? Big bottle of Vicks by me.

9 What bottom are you wearing now?

black shorts.

10. What does the nicest text in your inbox say?

Haven't cecked it yet. Haha!

11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?-

Define "relationship". If you mean courtship, then I don't know (I haven't ever bothered to do it before). If you just mean relationships with people in general, bot really.

12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?

Definitely not! And besides, I'm not going to tell you that if I was.

13. What was the last movie you caught?

Movie? What is a movie? :)

14. What are you proud of?

I suppose my poetry, even if it is pathetic. Patheticism is in the eye of the beholder.

15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?

An SMS my aunt gave me telling me who won the American presidential elections. I thought I'd like to keep it, at least for its historical significace.

16. What was the last song you sang out loud?

Be Thou My Vision. I think.

17. Do you have any nicknames?

Josh. Just Josh.

18. What does your last text message say?

I don't remember, and don't ask me anything else about my phone or email please. On penalty of my extreme displeasure. . .

19. What time did you go to bed last night?

Ten pm.

20. Are you currently happy?


21. Who gives you the best advice?

God, Dad, and Mom.

22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?

Definitely not, but I've tried Ribena with milk.

23. Who did you talk to on the phone last night?


24. Is anyone bugging you right now?

As in this moment, or in this season of my life? At the moment, no! But in this season, yes. I won't mention any names.

25. What/ who was the last person to make you laugh?

Mom, I think. Or my brother.

26. Do you wear toe socks?


27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?

I don't know. . .I didn't bother to check.

28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?

Not truly. Maybe very sad, or mournful, but never exactly heart-broken.

29. What annoys you the most in a person?

Arrogance, impudence, and all-round thoughtlessness of others.

30. Do you have a crush on anyone?

No one as of now, and I don't plan to have any.

31. Have you done cocaine?


32. What is the colour of your room?

Sky blue.

33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?

No. Life is precious, whether the owner of that life is very bad, very hate-able, or unforgiveable.

34. Do you agree with the term: Talk is Cheap?

Yes, to some degree. These days people don't live up to their promises, sigh. But words have power, and you can't overlook that fact.

35. Who was the last person to lie on your bed?

Me, Myself and I. My brother possibly.

36. Who was the last person to hug you?

Dan (my brother).

37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?

Yes, I've definitely seen my Mom quite often.

38. Do you have a life?

Yes. (Oh no. . .I'm some leprechaun thats lives underground. Yeah right!)

39. Have you thought of someone dying, when they're really still alive?

Yes. I had a nightmare this morning of someone I loved dying (but he is alive and well).

40. What is the reason behind your profile song?

I don't have a profile song.

41. Who is the last person you saw in your dream?

My granduncle.

I think it might have been Matthew, or maybe that wasn't a dream.

42. Last time you SMILED?

Ten minutes ago.

43. Have you changed this year?

Yes, in a way.

44. What are you listening to now?

My Grandmother talking with my brother.

45. Are you talking to someone while doing this?


46. Is there a quote you live by?

I haven't decided on one.

47. Do you want someone you cannot have?

No, I don't believe I do.

48. Have you ever played an instrument before?

Yes. I play violin.

49. What was the worst idea you had this week?

I don't know.

50. What were you doing last night at 11 pm?


51. Are you happy with your love life right now?

Yes. I don't have one, and I'm fine with that.

52. What song best describes your love life?

Be Thou My Vision?

53. Does that person know that you like him/ her?

Yes, if you're talking about God.

54. Who makes you laugh the most?

My family, I can't decide between them.

55. Do you speak other languages than english?

Yes, sort of.

56. Favourite websites?

Paravania Voice? I'm so vain.

57. What's your middle name?

None! I've got a Chinese name in the middle, but that's as much as important as my English name, so its not really a middle name.

58. What are you doing tomorrow?-

School, computer games, read, and that's about it.

59. What do you think you're like

A thirteen year-old nut who wants to know God better, and actually write well.

60. Who will you choose to die with?

No one. Hopefully I'll be dying so someone else doesn't end up dying.

61. Where have you been today?

My Grandparent's home, my home, and no where else.

62. What game do play often?

Risk! I love risk!

63. Who are you missing now?

No one, as of now.

64. If you had to choose between a friend and someone you love, who would you choose?

It would depend. If one was a Christian, and one was not, I'd probably take the non-Christian.

65. What are you doing right now?


66. Which primary school were you from?

I didn't go to primary school.

67. Name 3 colours that you like.

Purple, blue, and gold (the color of money!)

68. What emotions would you like to express?

Fury and anguish. I'm overly poetic.

69. What is life to you?

A chance to get saved and to get others saved.

70. If you had something troubling you, what would you do?

Get help from my family

71. Who did you last chat on msn with?

I don't chat on MSN. . .

72. Who do you admire most?

Definitely God, my parents come as the first runner-up.

73. In what month were you born in?


74. How are you feeling now?

Seething at Mark :)!

75. What time is it now?

2:45 PM. Check your own watch next time.

76. What do you think of the person that tagged you?

He's funny, all-round nice-hearted, and generally positive, light, and optimistic (yellowish).

77. What colour have you dyed your hair into?

No color. I proud;y bear the hair color of my race. Hurrah for black hair. For the Chinese!

78. Why are you doing this quiz?

I'm bored.

79. What do you do when you're moody?

I pace restlessly, or study a big book.

80. At what age do you wish to get married?

I don't know. Whenever God sends the right one down the road. I'm prepared to wait.

81. Who is the most important person to you in your life?

God. Great is Elohim!

82. If today was your last day, what would you do?

I'd spend time with my loved ones, and write a poem on my bed to be read at my funeral ;).

83. Who is the person you trust the most?

God, and Mom.

84. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?

I suppose so.

85. If you had a dream come true, what would it be?

Publish my book!

86. What is your goal for this year?

Write my novel.

87. Do you believe in love that lasts for eternity?

Yes, I do.

88. What feeling do you love the most?

The thrill of power, to be honest.

89. Do you think the world is under global warming right now?

No. There are alternative theories and evidence that seem to point that the world is not really warming up that much.

90. What feeling do you hate the most?

The feel of having a rival/enemy.

92. Do you cherish all your relationshipswith people?

All friendly relationships I have with people.

92. Do you believe in God?

Yes, an unrecanted yes.

93. Who cares for you the most?

God, pretty much.

94. What do you think is the most important thing you have now?

Material wealth? I think that is the computer.

95. What would you bring with you to a fight?

A stun gun.

96. What have you done that you are still regretting in your life?

I do, but I'm not telling. . .

97. What would you feel like if no one would care for you anymore?

Sad, sorrowful. Like a phoenix.

98. What if you boyfriend/ girlfriend two-timmed you?

I do't have one in the first place. . .

99. How do you feel now?

Stil seething at my sadistic tagger :).

100. (The person who wrote this intended for a 100th question but along the way someone forgot to copy it down. So now I Shall make it the part where you Tag other people.)

I tag: Ben,
Jian Lin
Wei Lynn

Forgive me, my victims. You'll saint me in the future. . .

More Firk-Nott Volcabulary and Grammar!

I've been recently working on a large number of words for my Firk-Nott language project, and have met great success! I've also been planning to develop my grammar somewhat to the likeness of the Malay language. However, there are no tenses, and there are absolutely no plural/singular verbs or nouns. I feel gleefully accomplished. What a boring person I am. Oh well. . .

Here are a few more words I've developed. Bear with me (if you will). . .

Yeelra -Happimess, elation, mirth

Golbinih- Joy; a lasting, extreme sense of elation.

Prehrore -luxury, comfort

Jatur -Green

Klopf -heaf

Jaturklopf -Cabbage (or "Green-head")

Limi -yes, positive,

Mey -No, negative, noy

Heymaris -Mind, intelligence, brain

Gazhih -to wander aimlessly

Lejavenk -currency, money


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I remember things once heard before,
That once had been, but is no more.
They grasp the slipping past that glides upon the tide,
Time has carried the path that all men ride.
Fallen are the great towers, the castles of Old Kings,
Desolate the waste where the Songbirds pine and sing.

This is the destruction of Olciun, place of many days,
Land beyond the moon, once bathed in the merry sun rays.
All is woe, if only you had heeded,
And repented, that the blood-bathed earth so greatly needed,
Had you not turned from your ways of sin,
And turn to Elohim, Creator of the ground and the wind.

Repent, oh people of Olciun!
Hear the words of your prophets' scrolls and runes!
Don't make me pour the judgement that Justice demands!
Turn from your ways, wash the blood off your hands!
Flee from those desires that you know are neither justified nor right,
Do not hide in the darkness, come with Me to light!

I cannot call forever, one day, this weighing scale will fall one end,
This land can hold your sin no longer, and the iron rod will bend.
I do not want to pour out death, upon your once-good Olciun,
Turn and look to me, oh Land Beyond the Moon!
Come back, remember that you have fallen from a height!
Oh Olciun, Olciun, Come into the Light!

Let Me change your ways, you, both the simple and the wise,
Come to me, oh people, let Me open your eyes!
I hold much gifts I've longed to give that you will not except,
I knocked upon your gates, while your cities' fathers slept!
Come back, remember that you have fallen from a height!
Oh Olciun, Olciun, Come into the Light!

Infinity; thoughts of.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Yes, I do sound a bit like Mr. Yoda with a title like that, but bear with me. Haha!

I've been studying on decimals and estimation lately in my math. Somehow, the subject of recurring decimals came into my textbook, and that got me thinking.

(FYI for those who may have forgotten, recurring decimals are decimal numbers that go on and on and on without ever ending. E.g., 3.3333333. . . )

Not to say I haven't thought of it before, but perhaps I've never pondered on the concept as deeply. Infinity. To go on and on without end, to stretch over the plains of foever, to know a beginning but not an end. The thought of htat dizzies my mortal head.

Somehow, that thought struck me deeply. while my textbook drew out its examples and un-memorizable facts, the feel of forever hit me like a thuunderbolt. More real than before.


And hell.

And as recurring numbers never end, so would these be. Always, with beginning but no end. Heaven must truly be wonderful, for all who dwell within it are always happy, throughout the halls of time. At the same time, hell is also goes forever. The tartarus-like pit meant for satan, that will not stop belching its flames of fire and agony. I think of all of those, before me and after me, who were tricked and blinded by satan to go with him, down to the bootomless place.

Forever, forever, forever. . .

I cannot bear to think of that. All the ancestors before me, who never knew God's grace. I can imagine Him reaching out His arm to humanity, but they do not see. They who were misled by the Enemy. It is frightening a thought.

I look at these, at where one goes after death, the recurring numbers, the plains of time, God and His mercy. They are to real for we Christians to dismiss with a wave and a "yeah, I agree." I feel urgently the need to reach out to others, and I don't dare stop.

I look forward to heaven, and hope that the One God of Eternity may use me to do His will.

The wonderful and terrible thought:

Forever, forever, forever. . .

The Tomb

Sunday, April 12, 2009

In some old,

is happening.

A body of Someone,
wrapped in linen cloths.

There is suddenly
a thickness in the air.

a once-still
began to beat

A quickening of pulse,
a wave of neurons sending
minute messages
once more
and up
the spine.

His skin is warm again.

His eyes flick open.

The faint,
scratchy sound of tearing linen,

a burst
of spiced scents
meant for burial.

Then, a breath escapes His
warming lips.

His lungs work again,

but inhale
more deeply,
of oxygen
and life.

He steps
of His
that cannot hold His new body,

It cannot
the Power of
His Spirit.

a deep boom,

as great stone
is rolled off
the entrance.

Or exit.

Depends on
how you

employed by
are blinded
for a

They cannot contain
nor hold

Just like the tomb.

He walks out of it,
and so
He goes out into
the world,
for a time,
could not hold Him.

Though the blood
He paid
allows it to be so.


Happy Ending.

Nothing to say. . .

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Thalagran; allegory

Upon his mighty fortress,
In turret high and great,
stood Thalagran, King of Formadis,
Lord of Cotni, Emperor of Olmarait.

The greatest of all mortal humanity.
mighty beyond spears and swords.
With strength that few may comprehend,
With armies and heralds and hordes.

"Hear me!" called out Thalagran,
"See the lands, once theirs, now mine;
I crack the bows of beasts and men,
Hearken! Am I not divine?

"The Phoenixes subdued, beneath my might,
The horses of the Korasarh-men are mine,
I seize the inheritance of kings, and barons' rich birthrights!
Who wears the golden silk of the Makri, of quality so fine?

'Who drove the Firk-Notts from their lands?
Who broke the Jungle Tribes,
Who's army is as a beach's grains of sand?
Who made war that words cannot describe?

'I have built myself and empire,
With my hands, from nothing to all,
I, Lord of water and fire,
See all my foes now fall

'Am I not mighty?
Am I not terrible?
Am I not the unsightly,
Am I not horrible!

'I challenge thee, oh I challenge thee!
I shall reach for the skies,
The stars shall soon bow to me,
I reach for heavens high!"

Then Thalagran looke upwards,
And raised a iron fist,
Upon that time he heard,
A voice like lion in the mist.

"Hearken, oh King Thalagran of Formalis,
Lord you once were and once had been,
See, that this night your archers shoot and miss!
See the faces of your generals, to turn to pure chagrin.

'You cannot make the ground to shake,
Thou cannot make the moon to quake,
you cannot crack the mountians or the hills,
Thalagran cannot make winds blow at will!

'You cannot strike the starry hosts,
You cannot make the wheat to plant,
You haven't the realm you want the most,
you cannot make flowers grow at want!

'You cannot make to mute to talk,
You cannot make life of nought,
You annot make the lame to walk,
You cannot find the immortal life you sought!

'For who, Oh Thalagran, can do as such I said!
I have let you build this empire of might,
Your spears are of my iron, steel, and lead!
For this land I have given you a right!

And as it was given to thee,
Thalagran the proud, for now, do as you may,
But you will fall tonight, and all may see.
Hearken! I am Yahweh!"

Thalagran tossed his forehead high,
and waved his iron fist at the Voice,
He roared in voice heard far and nigh,
Then slipped to the safety of his castle.

That very night, in mauve, slow, evening,
His foes stormed his castle-grounds,
And heard that day from his foes, the sound of them singing,
"Thalagran is dead! See his lifeless body bound!"

And so the dominions of Thalagran,
crumbled into dust,
His legacy, rendered desolate by sand,
As all proud kingdoms must.

Now he and his kingdom is no more,
His lands where haughty buzzards now hide,
None can tell where his castle was before,
The results of his foolishness and pride.

Here I end my story,
of Thalagran, KIng of Formalis,
Lord of Cotni, Emperor of Olmarait.

Good Friday: Poetic Musing

Friday, April 10, 2009

Today is that day,
under the same shape of moon,
when in some
they called
Someone was crucified.

I find it
hard to imagine,
what it
have been

To pay so
painfully high
a price,
for sinners
and tax-collectors.

Yet You,
You, the Someone
I mentioned,
Did it.

And I am thankful.


Sunday, April 5, 2009

I stand there,
on the seashore.

No soul

Except for
the faint, distant,
of candlelight,
in faraway cottage.

I stand on the beach,
that straddles
limestone cliff
and blue sea.

Stars sing
In slow, hushed

I stand here,
and shout out,

It was enough.

I was there,
collapsing on
the sand

Heart and eyes crying
None but gulls abd crabs
to hear me.

Then He came.
And touched my shoulder.
I looked up.

He offered His hand,
and helped me
pick myself


I sat with Him
for awhile.
by lapping,
splashing, waves.

I didn't know
to say.

But I held tight,

I felt and empty
sp t
where His
upper wrist
should be.

I looked at Him,
He smiled at me.

The want
to scream
left me.

All else relevant,
Now irrelevant.

Then we held each other,
Yahweh, and me.


but He did.
He embraced me.

We sat

Beach sand on our toes.
None but gulls and crabs
to hear us,

As we,
He and I,

and spoke in hushed tones.

In the night.

Firk-Nott Volcabulary

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I think I'm going a bit too enthusiastic about Tyatora.

Maybe even crazy about it.

I've gotten so excited with the idea of fleshing out Tyatora and its world, this driving hobby of mine to get everything about this fantasy realm of mine organized, A to Z. Ideas of new peoples and cultures and places pop into my mind every now and then, but I'm gearing myself up for perhaps the toughest aspect of my fantasy world:


I don't think I'll feel truly satisfied wiith my work without several developed languages in my fantasy. It just has to be made.

I've been trying for the past month or so to develop languages for the world Tyatora. I'm not sure how to start, nor do I know exactly what I plan to do. I have absolutely no idea how to complete my self-imposed goal, but oh well. . .

There goes a stab in the dark.

So far, I've been trying to create some root words and suffixes for the Firk-Nott language of Tyatora. I've got roughly forty words down on paper, based on about twenty or so roots. The idea is to form the roots first, then combine these roots with other roots and suffixes. Most of the Firk-Nott nouns and pronouns will be made this way (the language I'm making will have a lot of compound words).

Pronouns, articles, and prepositions will be developed next (if I haven't given up altogether by then). From there, I'll come up somehow with the grammar.

This is all in theory, of course, and there probably will be a lot of kinks to iron out of my experimental language.

Here are a few of the words I've made, Firk-Nott words placed first, and the English equivalent placed next to it:

olkvo = considerate, polite, good
alin = people/person
dram =man/male being
nill = lady/female being
olkvo-dram =gentleman
olkvo-nill= polite lady
Frantar = Traveller

I'm out of time, Mom's calling me to see something.

I apologize, good Reader.

Until the next post,
Joshua of Tyatora.