<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:45:12.395+08:00</updated><category term='novels'/><title type='text'>Master Of The Winds</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a story that i have been working on for sometime. (anyone wanting anypart of it should by all means ask me first...i wont turn down polite requests as long as original authors are quoted k? thanks)
sorry for the long wait.. most o my manuscripts were blown away on a journey to kelantan.. so i had to redo part of the story..
(i now have a new food blog www.dininheaven.blogspot.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-2351085757104834442</id><published>2007-08-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:34:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got to our cars. After placing Curtis in the co driver seat, I glanced over at Jonah. He was slowly placing Kasumi down, being the romantic he is. I shrugged my shoulders and got in, speeding right now would not be a very good idea so I traveled as slow as I could. It wasn't easy being a slow driver. Nonetheless, the radio was nice and the scenery on the way back to my apartment was to die for. Trees on both sides of the road would seem odd in an ordinary metropolis, but not here. The government had their scientists painstakingly searching for a strain of trees that could stall pollution in cities and yet would'nt be an eyesore to the public. As a result, these trees had undergone a genetic transplant and closely resemble the trees in the older movies. Without the hassle of falling leaves and extended roots. Sweet sounds of slow house music flow out from the speakers, as I journyed on the highway. Coupled with the soothing scenery of trees and road, it started to feel like I was starring in a romantic movie. Looking behind at Jonah's car, I wondered if he felt a sense of loss that Kasumi wasn't awake to share the moment. Suddenly the car intercom rang, wondering what the office would want with me out of the blue, I picked up the phone. It was Jonah. After teasing him about the scenery and hearing his confession, we got down to more serious talk. I told him about what happened at the basketball court. Hearing his voice quaver i told him not to worry, and that the effects have worn off. I then told him to contact the office to issue a company cheque for the damages caused by this incident. He agreed and got off the intercom, presumably to call the office. I took a look at Curtis, she was starting to stir. Feeling the effects of the scenery, a thought crossed my mind. As Curtis looked at me, I held her hand tight to reassure her. After setting the car to auto-pilot we embraced to enjoy the moment, till she fell asleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-2351085757104834442?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/2351085757104834442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=2351085757104834442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/2351085757104834442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/2351085757104834442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-got-to-our-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-3333661437682103811</id><published>2007-07-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:06:02.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking around the destroyed seats and broken fence, i realised that Jonah was in for a very severe headache when he gets back to the office. I barely disguised a laugh, and looked at Jonah who was scowling at the scenery. He gave me an inquisitive look, i nodded approvingly,"Don't worry Jonah, take the rest of the day off and come over to my place. We've got to tend to the girls first." Jonah sighed, throughout the long years I've known him, he's never once put his girlfriend out of the picture. They have been together for 5 years, and oddly enough have never advacneed further than this. Somehow I get the feeling that Jonah is holding back his proposal for some reason. Anyways, immediately we picked up the girls and headed to the carpark. Signalling to Jonah to take his car and promising that we'll keep in touch through the communicator built into our cars, I picked up Curtis in a bridal carry. Something in the back of my mind told me that Jonah would give a lot to be able to do this to Kasumi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-3333661437682103811?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/3333661437682103811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=3333661437682103811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/3333661437682103811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/3333661437682103811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-around-destroyed-seats-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-4817779354403217024</id><published>2007-07-05T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:26:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Err, very difficult to explain.. tell u about it later. First lets get the girls, check on how they are, and see if they might need medical attention."I said as I got him an aspirin. Looking around i assessed the damage, good thing this basketball court was built on the top of this high rise building. The sky looked serene, as if oblivious to what had just happened. Glancing over the edge on to the street below, nothing stirred. I guess there were no witnesses, well just to make sure I better get some reporters over and set this thing up quick. Jonah would know what to do about this. "Jonah do you think you could get us some cover for these two people?" I point to the 2 dead bodies. Jonah nods, seeing his girlfriend get hit while not being able to do anything has muted him up. Looking over the limp dead bodies i remove the teleporters and head back to help Jonah. From up close i could see that the girls had no open wounds, but were somehow injured. Curtis's normally reddish pink face showed stark blue against the yellow colored tube top she was wearing. One thing that surprised me, even though i knew she wasn't in a good shape. I found myself thinking of her as attractive. Shaking those thoughts out of my head i focused on Jonah's side. Although her back was to me, from the worried look on Jonah's face i could tell that Kasumi wasn't doing much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-4817779354403217024?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/4817779354403217024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=4817779354403217024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/4817779354403217024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/4817779354403217024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/07/err-very-difficult-to-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-7637064544576206554</id><published>2007-06-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:59:23.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novels'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Son, you're here. Awaken now, by the command of the seer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately a force pulled at my belly, as if someone big and strong just tugged at my navel. Sending me hurtling back to the basketball court. As i picked myself up i looked around, I realised my senses became sharper, at least 3 or 4 times sharper than they used to be. Anger reeked through my body, as i stood up i could feel a movement close to my body.  The shorter black shirted guy sent another punch at me, this time however i could see it moving as if in slow motion. He clicked his teleporter, the punch was aimed directly at my face and started to move a little quicker. Avoiding the punch with ease, i returned the favor into his abdomen. Terror showed in his eyes, and i could sense the fear in his body as i sent the punch through his abdomen and out his back. Astounded by my sudden increase in body strength and senses i took a few steps backward and drew my hand out of his abdomen. Blood dripped from my hand as the black shirted guy fell to his knees. His hands over his abdomen, trying in vain to stop the blood from flowing. Leaving him to die in his self torment, I changed my target to the taller black shirt guy. I could see fear flowing from his eyes as I rushed over to his location. As i ran i realised that every step i took barely touched the ground, i was running on air! Smashing his face into the fence that surrounded the court, then sending him hurtling backwards to where his companion lay dead. Gazing over to the two assailants who were out cold, a sinister smile flickered over my face. However, looking at my fellow companions who werent in the best of shape my anger receded. The smile faded from my face and was replaced with a sense of worry and unease.&lt;br /&gt;A stinging sensation pierced through my back. Turning my body, i realised there was a pair of dark leathery wings sticking out from where the pain throbbed the hardest. As I stared at them in shock, they started to shrink painfully back into my skin. Once they disappeared a flush of tiredness rushed through my body, accompanied by a brain splitting headache. Holding my head, I knelt down to steady myself. When I looked up, my senses slowed to normal reaction time and my body seemed tired and heavy. At that moment, Jonah was picking himself up groggily from the ground. When he stood up he scanned his surroundings. His face contorted from an awkward expression of disgust as he set his eyes upon the two bodies, to an expression of concern as he ran towards Kasumi. He turned to my direction just as i was walking towards him,"What in the world happened here?" he asked, an expression of shock and awe emanating from his voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-7637064544576206554?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/7637064544576206554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=7637064544576206554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/7637064544576206554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/7637064544576206554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/06/son-youre-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-8197063679347104313</id><published>2007-05-31T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:42:53.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was surprised at myself for being a ble to dream in this kind of situation, somehow i did, and i was flashed into my nightmare once again. I was back in the weird foggy place, this time the fog felt thicker and cold against my face, and the area seemed to be darker than usual. The wind blew, and once more the strange feeling of a presence came over me. I turned and saw a silhouette once more, the fog cleared revealing at long last whom it was, it was... mother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-8197063679347104313?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/8197063679347104313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=8197063679347104313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/8197063679347104313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/8197063679347104313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-surprised-at-myself-for-being-ble.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-6335630917167966094</id><published>2007-05-30T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:13:17.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere, in a different time and place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walks down the streets in Al-Graros, a city in the outskirts of the bustling metropolis Khalid-dil. She had frenzied hair, long to her knees, her dirtied face and broken smile hide the beauty she once had. The dim lights shrouded in the thick fog of night, provides even more cover to the once beautiful figure that used to be the craving of many men and women alike. She walks unsteadily down the lonely, dank streets, laughing randomly at anything and everything that stirs her fancy. Repeating to herself,"my son shall awaken... He shall awaken... Soon..."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she sees the silhouette of a man, she straightens herself. Wiping her face with a clean part of her sleeve, her eyes begin to shine with new fire, as if something stirred deep within her. With a shrug her hair fell into place on her shoulders, straight, smooth and silky; once again showing her long hidden beauty. Removing the overall that hid her attractive feminine curves, revealing an intricately designed dress, and a gorgeous body that would turn the heads of men anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning around a corner in the foggy streets, a heavily cloaked man walks briskly through the all consuming mist. Suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks. He calls out to what seems to be emptiness ahead of him. An empty howl echoes from his throat, a signal only for the initiated. Up ahead, a silhouette of a lady assembles itself in the fog. "So, the time is now?", asks the cloaked man in an empty yet deep voice. "Yes, he shall awaken to the summons."The silhouette answers, not implying any emotions. The man then tips his hat and walks off into the night, leaving the lady to recover her beauty and disposition. Another silhouette appears not too long after the man walks off, this time the lady walks towards it. As she stands next to it, the fog momentarily clears between them, in a smooth voice she says, "Son, you're here. Awaken now by the command of the seer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-6335630917167966094?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/6335630917167966094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=6335630917167966094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/6335630917167966094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/6335630917167966094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/05/somewhere-in-different-time-and-place.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-3386291432667611603</id><published>2007-05-28T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T12:48:12.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Turning around, I saw that a ball had hit Kasumi in the face and Curtis was helping her up. Jonah on the other hand was fuming, I could see the anger burning in his eyes as he stood up to his full stature. A deadly pose for most people, his full 183 meters of height dominate most people just by staring them down. Now he used that full height to loom over a pair of dark shirted people. One of them had a bal in his hand and the other had obviously thrown the ball. From this distance their long squiggly hair covered most of their faces, however it wasn't hard to recognise that these were just ordinary street thugs. For they had unkempt hair, jagged teeth, and reek of foul smelling sewer wastes. I started walking up the stands, and I saw Jonah telling Curtis something as he moved towards the pair that was sniggering.&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, the two black shirted guys were in front of Jonah and about to hit him when i shouted, "Stop!", the two guys then turned to look at me, from here i could see their full height was only around 5 foot 5 inches, they had untidy long black hair, stubbles, and their faces were sunken though fair.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want with my friend?"I asked,"Nothing, we just want his girlfriends haha." the taller guy answered with a snigger. A flex in his muscular body just before he appeared right in my face told me that he used a teleporter, a glint in his belt confirmed that it was from my company.&lt;br /&gt;"Get lost we've got no time for the like of you." I answered, backing off from the black shirted guy's bad breath. I looked up and saw Jonah lying on the bench. His assaulter was laying his hands on Kasumi and had his hands in Curtis's hair as well.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey show some respect and look at the guy who's about to hit you will ya?" A sudden blow to my face knocked out my sense of balance, struggling to regain it I placed a hand on a nearby bench. I turned and looked at the guy in front of me, just as he sent another blow into my stomach. Pain rushed through my body from my face and my stomach, my vision became white with anger, my veins starting pulsating with adrenaline as my mind contemplated how to strike back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-3386291432667611603?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/3386291432667611603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=3386291432667611603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/3386291432667611603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/3386291432667611603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/05/turning-around-i-saw-that-ball-had-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-130614472031816657</id><published>2007-05-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:09:22.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Hi Curtis, ready to go for basketball?"    &lt;br /&gt;    "Hey Jonah, hey Kasumi. You bet I am, I'm all set and raring to go."&lt;br /&gt;    Curtis gets up Jonah's blue Cadillac. Jonah then puts pedal to the metal and a surge of adrenaline pumping acceleration his all 3 passengers in his Cadillac. It was a modified prototype model that his company was testing, packed with a turbo boosted 600 horsepower engine capable of 0-100 in undder 4.2 seconds. Running purely on electricity, it could burn up to 6 hours of road time at max speeds. Stop by any point with a 3 pin consumer plug and you could charge it up to full in a matter of hours. Straightening his body as the car enters constant velocity on the highway Jonah gets slapped by both Curtis and Kasumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Hey what was that for?"Jonah grunted in protest,"Reckless driving," came the short, curt and synchronous reply. Laughing it off, Jonah turned up the stereos and continued the drive. Within minutes, they arrive at the ball park. turning around a few bends to arrive at the parking lot they spot a red dodge viper vsx-270's with a charger hooked on its base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Look who's here!! He's always so early, I wonder why he wants the new prototype engineput into his car. He's always earlier than we are even without it."&lt;br /&gt;    "Stop complaining Jon, you have to avoid all those people in the office that's why."Answers Kasumi. They get down to the court and see Raymond warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hearing familiar voices I stood up and saw Jonah, Curtis and Kasumi up in the stands. Beckoning them to come down and join me i pointed to my bag at a corner of the court. I did a couple more stretches and headed to the side of the court to pick a basketball. Just as i was reaching for a ball, I heard a "thunk" followed by a scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-130614472031816657?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/130614472031816657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=130614472031816657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/130614472031816657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/130614472031816657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2007/05/elsewhere-hi-curtis-ready-to-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-112909278448602813</id><published>2005-10-12T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:14:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 2</title><content type='html'>"all who is light shall turn to dark,&lt;br /&gt;all who is bright shall turn to rust,&lt;br /&gt;all who smell nice shall change to musk,&lt;br /&gt;like the day dawning into dusk,&lt;br /&gt;as the earth dries to crust,&lt;br /&gt;as all things in this world must,&lt;br /&gt;go through this before they shall pass." - medicontherun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the words of ancients, a haggard lady stands up from her makeshift bed. Her once dulled grey eyes lighting up with a certain fiery spirit, as if she has just obtained utmost power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-112909278448602813?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/112909278448602813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=112909278448602813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/112909278448602813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/112909278448602813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2005/10/chapter-2.html' title='chapter 2'/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-110887646402476593</id><published>2005-02-20T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:14:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From under the bar I take out my family's oldest heirloom, a traditional smurai sword. Intricately carved by a master craftsman is the hilt made of wood and metal mesh, the carvings bear the emblem of out family's crest. The blade made of the strongest metal of the time - titanium - is made to withstand the torture of time and slice through almost any material on earth. It is fully carved with interloping characters of unknown value or origin. A sword of a master, made by a master and passed down for generations, that should be a fitting title for it. Making a mental note i sit down to polish it. The blade is warm to the touch and used to have a blueish hue to it whenever i stroke it. However today the blue glow seem to glow fainter than usual, thinking its because of the aging of metal I didn't question further. I slowly slid the sword back into its sheath, and went on to prepare a packaged lunch to take to the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa~.. la.." Singing as i did the recipe, i remembered the first time i tried to fry an egg. The result was disastrous i remember burning my mom's only frying pan, but she didnt get angry, instead she smiled and said "dont worry dear,  you'll be great cook some day we all start this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh...mom....where are u now.....?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-110887646402476593?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/110887646402476593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=110887646402476593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/110887646402476593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/110887646402476593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-under-bar-i-take-out-my-familys.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-110550023324513467</id><published>2005-01-12T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T11:23:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stretching myself, i started looking around my studio suite penthouse. Consisting of 3 rooms, namely the kitchen, bedroom and lounge, the bathroom was in the bedroom so it did not constitute as a room. It was decorated with an early 21st century designer-cum-urban japanese look in mind. With all the doors open u could see everything from the bedroom. Just outside my bedroom is the lounge, with a platform and a Japanese short table with cushions for seats. A plasma flat screen display unit with laser speakers and a woofer completes my state-of-the-art home theater system. The live audio sound effects beat the traditional 5.1 sets of the early 2000's. I went on to take my early morning bath, heading into my all-blue bathroom i feel energized by the fresh mountain air blowing in through my window. This gust of air comes from the natural reserve at the back of this giant metropolis, that barely survives under government protection. I turned on the shower and closed the door. Streaming jets of water shot out from all sides, I pressed the soap dispenser and bubbles of foam shrouded the whole enclosure. Rinsing it all off i pressed the done button, anti-gravity kicked in and the lower part of the enclosure opened downwards, a strong vacuum then sucked off all soap and water. Once that was over i got out put on fresh clothes and headed to the kitchen. My kitchen was also built to suit the retro 2000's style. Aligned on the side near the wall is an oven cum heating element-stove, a sink with a dishwasher underneath and a refrigerator one the right, on the opposite end of it is a bar with studio chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-110550023324513467?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/110550023324513467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=110550023324513467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/110550023324513467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/110550023324513467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2005/01/stretching-myself-i-started-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-109300604137786594</id><published>2004-08-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:47:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the annual share holder's meeting. The usual bore about how displeased they are about company traits and so on. What makes it worse is this old schemish shareholder. I am certainly not surprised if he has more of his weird questions to ask me this time around.these old men were in the same league as my father. They founded this corporation togetherwith him, sir Richard. F. Ramundaj. According to him, this company was built on a certain set of protocols which binds the overall stability of it. According to him, each of these 13 people represented each of the laws in this protocol. However he seemed to have been the sole leader in this protocol thing, for no one else dared question his authority. Even so, something he told me just before he died still lingers at the back of my head. He said that after his departure I would take the corporation and to be wary of the dark. I never found out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-109300604137786594?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/109300604137786594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=109300604137786594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109300604137786594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109300604137786594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahhh-annual-share-holders-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-109118167124702137</id><published>2004-07-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T18:01:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The telephone rang and i rushed over to pick it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Mr. Ramundaj." Came my secretary's voice over the phone, "How many times have i told you Jonah, just call me Raymond when I'm home will ya? We are after all friends remember?" Heckler.J.Lawsner, my secretary and fellow high school graduate. he came in to work for me 15 years ago when i just started off and is now my most trusted member of staff. I admit not many people would have a male secretary working in their office,but how many guys but how many guys actually have a secretarial degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yessir, Raymond. There'll be a meeting with stock holders this evening sir, will you be attending?" And somehow he always finds the right timing to remind me of my worst meetings and&amp;nbsp;most hated&amp;nbsp;events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh yes that meeting, yes i will go Lawsner. It's important to keep those old bastards happy, you know, they do own half the company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S o it is sir, it'll be held in the same place - the boardroom- and the menu shall be of the usual itiniary plus the rations u keep for 'tight' situations?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and Lawsner, basketball today? During lunch so that you can come out of office without much rumours. Don't worry about lunch, I'll be doing it, and is your girlfriend coming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure thing, and yes she is coming, with her friend too. I don't wanna leave Kasumi alone and the both of them get along well so will that be alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, sure, at the usual place ok? Be there." I hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-109118167124702137?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/109118167124702137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=109118167124702137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109118167124702137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109118167124702137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2004/07/telephone-rang-and-i-rushed-over-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-109100637218951889</id><published>2004-07-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:45:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 1</title><content type='html'>Riinnng!!!! I woke up with a start, the trustworthy alarm had once more stirred me from my nightmare without fail. I have alot to thank it, for the 16th time in a row it has saved me from falling deeper into my nightmare. I wiped my brow, which was now wet with sweat. I examined my beddings, they were also drenched in sweat. I stood up and threw open the curtains, letting the rays of light shine on my face as I analysed my dreams. Today's dream some how seemed more vivid than the ones before it. I somehow found the fog to be thicker this time and the gust of wind made me feel a prescence I never felt before, then there was a silhouette near the end, I wonder what it meant. Now i turned and looked out the window, the bright summer morning's light temporarily blinding me. Looking down this urban jungle from my window, and seeing the people down there bustling along the busy sidewalks and streets in this early morning rush hour. I realised how lucky I am to be up here and not having to rush to office and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-109100637218951889?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/109100637218951889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=109100637218951889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109100637218951889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109100637218951889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2004/07/chapter-1.html' title='CHAPTER 1'/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-109074947343236200</id><published>2004-07-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T17:57:53.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROLOGUE</title><content type='html'>Walking down the streets in this isolated city, the late midnight fog obscures all but the best of eyes. If it weren't for the dim streetlamps it would've been impossible to navigate around this place. This is the 16th time I've been here, the fog emanating from the sewers and the dark surroundings reminds me of old london. As I near a building , the brick formation confirms my suspicion of this venue. A sudden gust of wind&amp;nbsp;blows and&amp;nbsp;I feel a strange presence, I turn around and a silhouette appears right in front of me, in shock i fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-109074947343236200?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/109074947343236200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=109074947343236200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109074947343236200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109074947343236200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2004/07/prologue.html' title='PROLOGUE'/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741294.post-109074351153924931</id><published>2004-07-25T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T16:18:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the beginning...............................</title><content type='html'>This shall be the beginning of many things............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741294-109074351153924931?l=motr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/feeds/109074351153924931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741294&amp;postID=109074351153924931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109074351153924931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741294/posts/default/109074351153924931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motr.blogspot.com/2004/07/this-is-beginning.html' title='This is the beginning...............................'/><author><name>MedicOnTheRun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10511824908355960516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
