Wednesday, December 07, 2005. It was mid-afternoon when the five men finished their preparations. They gathered under the shade of a tree for final instructions from their leader, Master Sum Wan. When the Cold Wind blows and the four Clouds gather,. A violent storm will shake the weather! You said before that they have only twenty fighters? .

Thursday, November 27, 2008. I suffer like an ice on a hot rod,. I suffer like a patient without morphine,. These eyes they are certainly not mine. Nor are these limbs or these ears. Like a big wave,. Like an unfinished storybook,. Like a wind traveling thousand miles,. I let my mind wander. Let it wander said my body,. The warmth I felt; almost cold,. Ever since that big wave hit me. Of what use are these musings? Or are they ramblings? Bus ponna th.