iMaGiNe aND MaKe iT ReaL

2011 - Part One

2011-11-07T07:28:00.000-08:00

2011 has been a long year for me.
Sometimes it's like, dreadful, but other times it's cool

My mom passed away in January this year which made events this year go more slowly and dreadfully. Let's not say how she passed away and let her rest in peace.

Humans have to move on, especially ones like me who tend to hold on to the past. I have to move on.

Somewhere around June, my dad decided we could all use a vacation to drown out the sorrows. We went to a semi-private beach. It was wonderful and delightful with the sun and the sky just smiling down on you. But when you're like me, you tend to smile then stop and think, 'If mom was still here, would she be smiling like me too?' And that's when the water-works threaten to break out.

Having watched the waves crash and pull back into the ocean, it's like nature overwhelming you with its beauty. And when you look far ahead to the end of the horizon where the sky meets the sea; you'd feel your heart chase after it but never reaching it. Sometimes it feels like it's only days away where in fact, you can never, ever touch it and that's when you know, yeah, nature is pretty cruel like that. But the the waves draw near and crash on you and you feel every emotion in your body drain away as the waves go down, you'd realize, yeah, nature is pretty awesome. Then you look to your sides and you notice little pacts of garbage on the sand and you'd sigh, who did this?

The beauty of the beach is that, it has the effect of cleansing the soul. It drains the sorrows and takes it back to its vast territory. When you cry in the salt water and feel the sting in your eyes, you let the tears find its way down your cheeks and into the sea. When you scream to the ocean and feel the breeze brush through your hair, you let your scream go and listen to it be carried away. And when you close your eyes and open them again to watch the sun set, you'd feel yourself calming down and relaxing, eventually drained. The next day you wake up early to catch the sunrise, you'd feel that rise in confidence, strength and faith in your soul, then you say, 'It's time to move on.'

Year-End BBQ

2010-12-12T08:13:00.000-08:00

Sooner or later we're all parting. Perhaps it may be too soon. School's ended. What are we going to do? Are we gonna meet up somewhere? How long will that be? When are we gonna see each other again? Honestly, we can't tell. Who knows what's ahead of us?

I held a year-end BBQ on Friday, had all my friends come to my home and grill some chicken. I think more than forty came. It was awesome. When I look back at that day, I realize, I'm gonna miss them. I'm really gonna miss them. The smiles they have on their faces, their laughs, I'm gonna miss it. I smile with them, chat with them, laugh with them. Not for the last time, no, this can't be the last time. We're gonna meet up again, we have to. We just have to.

My greatest regret is that I didn't get to take any pictures that day. I was so busy running around, chatting and laughing that I forgot about taking pictures. But it's alright, I have it inscripted in my head. It's alright, I won't forget. Well, I hope I'd never forget.

DIEEEE

2010-12-06T07:01:00.000-08:00

Suddenly, I'm in the mood to write something incredibly depressing. It's not my fault that I'm so tragic =.=
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"Why..." a soft whisper in the dark, "Why?!!!" turned into a scream of despair...

"You know I had to... I had no choice..." an answer, solemn, and carried with a voice that has too much woe.

"But why..." a soft sob breaks in. The girl drops to her knees, tears blurring her sight. She falls to the ground, blood slowly flowing out from the wound in her stomach. Using all her strength, she shifts her body and glares up at that person, her face contorted into a painful yet sorrowful expression, her mouth opens, she starts to speak, but it hurts. It hurts. Her stomach hurts too much for her to utter words. She stares at him with longing and woe, why did he do it?

He lowers his head and walks away, leaving the wounded girl with blood profusely oozing out die as she looses consciousness.

She watches him walk away and fade into the moonlight. Tears smear her make-up, her black eye-liner smearing her smooth, fair complexion. Darkness approaches her slowly, the burning pain fading. She blinks. Once. Twice. Her head spins. Darkness overcomes her, engulfing her, she faints. Last thing she knew was, "I'm dying"

Figures

2010-11-29T18:52:00.000-08:00

It's been so long since I last wrote, hasn't it?

Well, I usually do my work on the laptop now that I have one, but that bitch of a sister is always hagging on to it... So I haven't been writing. I know, bad excuse. Forgive me...

Well, many things happened. Figures. Let's just skip what happened to what's happening right now, shan't we?

Right now I'm taking my SPM. For you guys who have no idea what it is, I'd assume you aren't from Malaysia, but it's alright. SPM is an exam like SAT, I trust you'd be familiar with that? So I have 11 subjects, 10 in which are chosen by our DREADFUL headmaster whom I am glad to say is finally MOVING.

As you all know, I absolutely abhor my school. Funny? Figures. My school sucks. It just sucks. I hate it so much t the extent of almost burning down my whole school. Yes, I just hate it. Plain hatred.

That's my update for now. Daily Blogging starts after my SPM or maybe next year =) See yall then!

Bad Appetite

2010-10-31T03:50:00.000-07:00

Yeah yeah, I haven't been posting... Sue me!

So lately I'm not eating well... (Even when my stomach is growling, I just don't feel like eating) Reason? HOW THE HECK WOULD I KNOW??!??! If I knew, of course, then I would've solved my goddam problem and started eating like a normal person =.=

Whatever.. Have you EVER felt like not eating? Like you just stare at your food and you go, "Ugh.." but your stomach is playing a huge concert? Yes? No? Well, I have. Almost EVERYDAY for dinner when I'm forced to take rice =.=

So no matter how much you don't feel like eating, you still gotta eat! From a Korean drama I watched, which I happily forgot the name of, had this one verse that really caught my attention. Just for fun, I'm going to briefly explain the contents of ONE part of that long drama..

There's this girl who got some gastric cancer and she left her boyfriend for a few years to get treatment in America. She didn't tell her boyfriend and just left without him knowing. (Why? Go watch it...) So after these few years, she comes back to find him. Her doctor, comes along days after. So the drama goes on and on.... This girl meets up with her ex and BEGS for forgiveness which he does not give. They start quarreling and all. And the drama goes on... Then there's this part where they "officially" break up and this girl just don't feel like eating anymore. She skips her meals and her doctor gets worried. Then one fine morning her doctor visits her and makes porridge for her. He says, "My mother used to say, 'If you're not hungry, you should never skip your meals, so eat porridge.'"

So that's the line. Well, it brought much thought to me since I don't feel like eating at all. Skipping meals is what I do best and once I ended up in the hospital with gastric =.= So better take care of my stomach than face the hospital, no?

Take a look at one of my meals... Rice and fish... Almost everyday.... (Don't count the poorest people and say I'm lucky please, I've got enough of that...)

Then of course I got super annoyed at my DISGUSTING MEAL and went I WANT PORRIDGE. My nanny was like, "If you want porridge, do it yourself" So I was like "Fine!"

I remember my dad saying, "Porridge is only rice and water." So I thought, why not add water and boil it??

So here's how it went:

I got a pot, filled it with water then poured my rice into it:

Then I put it on high fire, look at how it boiled!

Then I thought it was not suitable with high temperatures, so I turned down the fire..

Looking like porridge!! xD

Here's my porridge!! HAHAHA!!!

Porridge is bland so I made some eggs to go with it

and a dash of pepper!!

My meal for most nights =P how appetizing huh? But what can I do when I don't feel like eating huh? Porridge is the best cure!!!

Eating Out

2010-10-11T08:34:00.000-07:00

So yeah, I had a sort of family dinner with, duh, my family. We went to this place called:

新合計餐店

SIN HUP JI

That's what I think, hahaha, didn't take note of the sign board until we left. So yeah, didn't really catch what it said, but I SWEAR it is 新合计餐店!!! It's somewhere located in Ipoh... In the middle of tons of shoplots~ hahahaha, I'm sorry I don't take note of addresses! =P

So before we headed out, we went to my grand aunt's house. There were really cute pandas on the cupboard~ I couldn't resist taking pictures of them!!!

isn't this one just adorable~~ xDD

guess what they're doing! -WRONG! they're not mating lol, just sitting~

you can spot that stain over there, yup, i think it's coffee.... (judging by the color)

And now, we move.... not on xD

I still have an uncle to show you guys!!!

hehehehe~ he said, "don't you have anything else to take pics of?"

and i said, "nope"

then my aunt came in and said, "take pic of your uncle la! so handsome!"

then he starts to object, and "CLICK!" goes the camera!! xDD

Okay, NOW we can move on~

Alright, you know that I didn't take any pictures of the sign... So don't ask =.= Thank you very much.

Okay... where do we start? FROM THE START!! DUH!! Where do you wanna start? Halfway?

Soo, we got down the car (luckily we parked VERY close) and walked some teeny-weeny steps and entered the air-conditioned restaurant.

Of course, we sat. Got a table for 10, because there were 10 of us... Why else? For a ghost?

We continue~ I got bored~ Might as well take a few pictures, right? You must be wondering why I'm holding a camera at that time. Good question, my dad asked me too, and my aunts asked me too. So here's why: I don't wanna miss a thing!!

well, this is part of a HUGE portrait/painting/mirror.. I can't recall.... this is like bamboo, isn't it coolio??

yup, one of the random things i took while i was bored.... soy sauce.....

VISA? what's visa got to do with a restaurant?

"credit-card payment"

i think~

tradition for chinese restaurants, they ALWAYS serve chilli/peppers/ginger, etc right after/before they take our orders. then the food comes like half an hour later... =.=

our utensils... i was "experimenting the cleanliness~"

look how bored I was... this is the table =P

nice and clean, eh?

yeah, yeah, toothpicks!

yup, i got SO BORED, i even got my sister to pose her thumb for me, lol xD

Then~ tea came xDDDD

the tea cup~ (actually mine, didn't take the other ones...)

ahh, this is a traditional Chinese tea, Pu Erh (Pu 'Er)

Then I got bored again!!! So what did I do? TAKE MORE PICS, DUH!!!!

my dad with my grand aunt ^^

another grand aunt of mine

my grand uncle, doesn't he just look so bored? xD

my aunt and my cousin (her son, Alvin)

I'd like to add some nasty facts on my cousin, but I decided against it. It's not nice to talk bad about people behind their backs ;)

And thank GOD!! The food finally came!! After like 15 minutes or so. Not a long time, but boredom hits me really fast, hahahaha xD

but which one of the dishes came first? I don't EXACTLY remember the sequence, who does anyway?? =.=

this is know as the "House's Special Tofu"

my favorite part of this dish? the meat xDDD

the tofu is sweetish like~

Pork, hahahaha!

"Salted Fish Belly Pork" (咸鱼花篮锅)

I think I wrote it right @@

Anyway, it's alright~

"Asam Curry Fish Head"

seriously???

yeah, it's SOUR like DAMN!!! I don't take much sour, but my uncle (who loves all food) says it's good, not bad, yada yada yada~

yeah, WHITE RICE... what did you think? something incredibly special about this blob of white.... thing???

this is one of the most coolest dishes EVER!!! it's eggs, all of it, EGG!!

A mixture of salted egg, hard-boiled egg, and the "legendary" 100 day-old egg!!

I have no idea what's it called though~ =P

of COURSE there would be chicken!! What did you think???

this dish is called the "Stew-Salted Chicken" or "Salted Chicken Stew"?

They called it in Chinese, don't blame me!!!

My relatives claim it's really salty and hard. My comments: salty? not really. Hard? LIKE ROCK!!!

Ah, there will be veggies, definitely! this is a normal dish, hahaha

"Sweet Potato Leaf fried with Garlic"

Okay, so that's practically all of our dishes. So how much do you think it all costs? RM200? THAT EXPENSIVE? NO WAY!!! RM150? Close enough~ It's RM120 for the dishes plus the tea and rice. Whatever, RM120 total. Cheap,eh? for 10 people. My uncle (who's from PJ) claims it's cheap.... I'm a Batu Gajah person (almost like a village kid), so I think it's quite expensive... =.= Yeah, I'm cheap, sue me!

So after we finished (or mostly "I"), I got bored, again! So what did I do? Take pictures... DUH....

LOOK AT ME!!! I GOT SO BORED I TOOK PICTURES OF ICE IN A GLASS!!!!! =.=

So, moving ON~ We head back to my grand aunt's home~ Where we... talked.... and did.... nothing.... And so, while the A-dults chatted, and my sisters went all "ant" on me, I was left alone and BORED!!

Took pictures of a pair of glasses from 3 different angles... Note the boredom sucking me up.

Trying to capture the reflection of the camera on some aerosol can, SUCCESS!!

Radio speaker.... (like the ancient type)

Desktop speakers...

Monitor.... Note the dust...

Lalala~ If you don't know this, imma smack the hell outta ya!

While I played around with the camera, 3 old folks played mah-jong.

my grand-aunt

another grand-aunt

and a mystery hand~ oooh~ (it's Alvin's)

Apparently, young guys enjoy mah-jong.... I now have male cousins who ENJOY mah-jong... =.=

In case you didn't know, mah-jong is a traditional Chinese game, which in my dictionary is for old people, but for nosy women as well.... That's the impression I get from people who play mah-jong, sharp/high pitched voices (like Fran Fine from The Nanny) and awfully talkative.... (like my mom)

Anyway, that's pretty much it. I've spent 2 hours making this blog, whoopie!! =D

Okay guys, it's 11:33pm right now, I'm leaving, Good night!!

=P

2010-09-11T05:23:00.001-07:00

oh my god, this is such a hot day................

Killing Myself Again and Again

2010-09-11T04:34:00.000-07:00

I try and I try, but things just never work out
I fall then I get up, but people push me down again and again

I got killed, then I revived, but they just kept stabbing me
So I stay still, dead, in my own tomb where no one could get to me...

I'm alone, I'm depressed
It's dark here, there's no smiles...

They say I did this to myself,
Yes, half, maybe, but most, it's them...

Then again, there comes the car of death
Inside, a man in a hood... Black, dark, eerie...

Again, and again... The sight never leaves me...
Twice... Three times... Four times...

I lose count... He comes again and again
I die again and again... Suicide, fail...

I just had a quick glance at him,
then light bursts and he fades away, driving into another alley

I wait, I stare, I hope... He comes back and claims me
I kill myself... Again and again...

He comes... Again and again...
He goes.... Again and again..

I am never claimed...
But I die again and again

This is all my doing...
I'm killing myself again and again...
Just so I can escape...
And be with him...

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REGARDS: GOD OF DEATH, when will you claim me?

My future?

2010-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00

So I can officially call this blog quite DEAD since I don't get much readers and I'm not updating anything...
My Black Eagle series is currently on hold, like I said.
Writer's block it so damn annoying like FUCK.
So great, I have no idea what to write. My brain is dead but my fingers are in a desperate mode for motion...

Okay...

What am I going to write here..

Great, let's have a little idea on my future, shall we?

I have a lot of dreams, ambitions and hopes that normal people have but don't usually chase. I guess that's just me, because I like chasing impossible things, most probably because there's more challenges.

People call me crazy, and I don't really mind, in fact, I think it's more of a compliment. I like being crazy. I like pain. I enjoy the sight of blood and guts. I love dead things. Yes, you can say that I hate living things... (in some way...)
Then again, I love living things. I don't like surgeries... Mostly because seeing the beating heart of someone is like an invasion of privacy....

Moving on and on and on...

Where am I heading now? Where am I setting my goals?

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I have no idea.

These are a list of my interests in job fields, yada yada yada
-Musician
-Novelist
-Actress
-Director
-Script Writer
-Psychologist
-Teacher? (maybe?)

So that's my current list of interest, teacher not so much, but I could see myself teaching really bad kids though.. (With a very weird way of teaching that involves body guards and arm wrestling)

Now....

Okay...

Recently...

I went to a BRATs camp in Kuantan (which is awesome BTW)

It was on journalism.

I used to want to become a journalist when I first heard about BRATs, that was when I was around 10 and my cousin came to my house to stay a night and leave for the workshop the next day. She told me about it and it seemed interesting.

I lost interest in journalism long before I joined BRATs too. So why did I join it in the first place?

Let's get with why I lost interest, okay?

I lack interest reading newspapers... I only read comics, that's the only reason why I even touch the newspaper, comics and sudoku.... So I don't really enjoy real life stories. (it's boring in some way) So the interest just faded, but still I enjoy writing. Only last year I practically rampaged across the internet to find a Creative Writing in college or whatever. The best of course, is in America or Britain, as it originated from there...

Now moving on with the "Actress" bit, shall we? We can leave BRATs for later..
My interest in acting started maybe when I was in Form Three? I just watched a lot of movies and thought, wouldn't a life of an actor be more interesting and hectic? (Yes, sometimes I enjoy hectic) So when my aunts asked me what was my goal in life, I said Acting and they went, "Acting is not a good career, you have to be a prostitute" and all that BULL SHIT. Of course, my dad doesn't encourage me either. (Nobody in my family is helpful, they keep shooting down my hopes so I really don't like them) But heck, I would never give acting up.

Now moving to why I joined BRATs.

I wanted to join BRATs since my cousin joined. Of course, I wanted to join for the fun and excitement. I had no luck last year, I flipped no newspapers. I wanted to join early this year, but still, I didn't flip the newspapers. So how? One day, I was bored in school (Wednesday) so I decided to pick up a paper in the library and do some sudoku. Then flipping through the pages, there it was: "BRATs" I gaped in awe and joy. Read up the details and got writing straight away. I'm quite a contradictory writer, as my teacher claims, I say one thing in the beginning then twists it at the end. Of course, I'm never pleased with my work, no matter how good I do it. I always need to find that bit of satisfaction, that people would find it enjoyable. So yes, I had my teacher go through it. What she said hurt because what I wrote was irrelevant to what BRATs wanted. I only wrote about my dreams, and I introduced myself as a third person. So what my teacher said, "This is not you, you are only hiding behind words." Yes, I have. I'm always scared of revealing myself, taking off that sheath of protection, but still, time will come where I will need to be honest, and that was it. I wrote about what I did in school, what I loved to do, what competitions I entered and whatnot. I was ecstatic when I heard I got in. My teacher said, "This is good for you, it can help you expose yourself. You are like Kino, you know? Trapped in a pot just waiting to break out."

Yes, I am just like Kino, one of the characters in the Pearl. I'm just waiting, just hoping.

Now let's move on a bit more, shall we?

My plan, for now.

So almost 2 months ago or so, my school had career day and had a few colleges from here and there to come have a convention. My goals are writing and acting, so I had that in mind when I went around. And what do you know? The first college that approached me (New Era College) was cheap, affordable and yes, HAS DRAMA COURSES!!!

The thought of it ran through my head for the whole week. Drama, drama, drama, I've always wanted to do Drama. My school doesn't have it, so I don't know if I'm talented. I want to do Drama, I want to act. But people don't encourage me, so I hardly ever tell anyone about my dreams and goals...

I thought, "Hey! I could take up Drama, study, get certificate, get a job, earn enough money to send myself to America, get a job there, then study Writing there." I told myself, "We don't get Drama workshops, and I'm already quite good in what I do (writing stories). So I should take up Drama, then if I can't get into a writing course in the US, I could always attend a writer's workshop!"

I don't mind low-living. I won't mind living in an apartment, renting a room, working double shifts to pay my bills. It would be something new to me and I like trying new things.

This is me.

This is how I want my future to be.

End of Workshop

2010-09-08T06:21:00.001-07:00

It's been forever since I've posted something here...
I have no excuse for my laziness (only laziness)
So yup, the camp is over, and I miss it MADLY!!!

My Fariytale~

2010-06-26T10:09:00.000-07:00

Oh-my-GOD!

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him at the park! I watched him with predator eyes. He was so handsome, I could never take my eyes off him. I knew that from the first time I met him, I would love him forever. I knew that when I first laid eyes on him, we were meant to be. I knew that when I touched him, he felt the electricity that pierced through our skin, that tingling sensation. I knew, I knew. I used to know everything... But now, when I see him in the park, the place he broke off with me three years ago, I don't know anything anymore...

I used to be the most popular girl in school. Every girl wanted to be my best friend, every guy wanted to go out with me. From that break-up onwards, I knew I would always be a "used-to-be". A "used-to-be" high school student; a "used-to-be" the most popular, a "used-to-be" having someone tailing me all the time. All those "used-to-be"s have been chucked away by me. I threw them in a wastepaper basket like a pile of rotten tomatoes. Everything started and ended with that break-up with "him", but of course, I never blamed him... I loved him, and I couldn't stop loving him.

I was the popular girl in school but he was just nerd. He was always bullied and... you know the rest. Nerds. I never knew him when he was a nerd. Or more likely, I never knew he was a nerd. He never wore glasses and he always looked so good. He had a great personality and everything. I was a cheerleader and I always expected to see him playing some sport but I never did. I actually stalked him....

Who knew he never played sports, or more like he sucked at them. One day when I was heading back from Drama Class, I caught him in the lab. There he was, sitting attentively, like a little puppy. Then I started to see him more often. I purposely skipped a few minutes of Drama Class to have a peek at him. Of course, being popular has it's bad points too. I had loyal followers who would follow me around everyday. Every time I wanted to sneak a glance at him, I had to make sure there were no eyes on me. I would be so busted if the guy I was dating at that time caught me checking out another guy.

I had a feeling he never noticed me at all, so I went to higher measures. I purposely knocked into him once and I fell on the floor. He, of course, was quite confused and shocked. I, has many observers and guys who wanted to help me up. But I didn't want any guy, I wanted him, and only him. I tried not to make eye contact because they would know how desperately I wanted him. I had to try to get up myself, then I saw it. His hand. He put out his hand to help me up, I was ecstatic! I smiled and him and took his hand and I could feel that electrical jolt passing through my entire body and I knew he felt it too because he blushed.

"S... Sorry!" he said it and he ran down the hall. I tried to catch him after school and luckily, I did. I wanted to ask him out, but it seemed weird for a popular girl like me to ask a nerd like him out. So I thought of a reason. When I asked him, I said, "Honey, I owe you for helping me out just now. Thanks. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee later?"

He was dumbfounded. But maybe it was because I said "Honey". I smiled, "Are you free now? I will treat you." He never gave me an answer to that question, he just looked at me. Frustrated, I said, "Come, my treat." I practically pulled him to the coffee shop. He ordered a bottle of mineral water and when I asked why, he said, "I'm allergic to caffeine." That shut me up just right. But we started talking not long after. It was more like I was talking because he hardly spoke. In the end, I wanted to give up on him. He was hopeless! But he did something I never see him do: he smiled at me. I was very pleased with myself. Then he popped the million dollar question that melted my heart into goo, "Would you like to catch a movie sometime? I feel bad knocking you down then having you treat me for this bottle of water." He blushed and looked aside, and that was all he needed to do to make him fall in love with him.

We became steady after a few dates. A lot of people were shocked. A popular girl and a nerd. Who would ever guess? But he was just so cute, and he never looked nerdy. We dated for a long time. We were so much in love. Then it was senior high. We were still dating at that time. We broke off around summer. He picked a great time to break up with me. Two days before summer vacation. He knew I would take time to recover. Oh, he was so considerate! It hurt me as much as it touched me to know he still loved me when he demoted our relationship.

On that day, spring flowers were fading and summer ones were blooming. He brought me a bonquet of my favourite flowers then he told me, “Kathy, you know I love you, and I always will. But our future is more important than our love. Kath, I love you, and I’ll miss you. I know this will hurt you as much as it will hurt me. Kath, let’s break up” He did not look at me when he said “let’s break up”. My heart was shattered and I asked him why. He said he needed to concentrate on his studies and he wouldn’t be available to be with me. I told him that we could get back together after graduation, he said he needed to go to Chicago to work for college. I was devastated and he knew it.

He lifted my chin and wiped away my tears with his thumb but my tears welled up and started falling again, I opened my mouth to talk but he put his finger on my lips and shook his head. I could see the sadness in his eyes, then very faintly, on my lips, he placed a kiss. Then he said, “Hush, don’t cry.” He embraced me and whispered in my ears, “I will come back for you. I will, I promise. But don’t wait for me, you should date a new guy as soon as you get one, regain your perfect life, boys and popularity, everything. I will come back here one day, if we meet in this park, it means we’re meant to be, if we don’t.... You are better off without me.” I wanted to protest, to tell him I’d wait a million years for him, but the words were caught in my throat and all that came out were sobs.

I skipped school for the next two days, knowing I would break down in tears the minute I lay eyes on him. My eyes were bloated and sore of crying too much; my voice was rough and my nose was blocked. I cried for weeks. I parents didn’t try to bother with my love life but this time when they saw me like this, they asked me what happened. I didn’t want to tell them, but I did anyway, I wanted somebody to share my feelings with, I wanted a shoulder to cry on and I wanted my parents to be the ones who would be there for me.

When I returned to school after summer vacation, my friends asked why did I break up with him. I told them we were going to break up anyway, so it was not big deal. My heart broke into thousands of pieces whenever they asked me that. I knew he told everybody that I broke up with him to retain my reputation. We graduated and he went to Chicago, I never saw him since. I tried to search him on Facebook but I couldn’t find him. I tried every social site but I got nothing.

Days became weeks and weeks became months. Everyday I would go back to the same park where we broke up just to feel his mild presence. It was the only happiness I could gain, to feel his long gone presence. Soon, days became years. 3 years in fact, until I could finally set my eyes on his solid body. At first I couldn’t believe it, it looked surreal, I wondered if my imagination was playing tricks on me.

I walked towards him, touched him and felt that electrical jolt that pierced through our bodies when we first touched. It couldn’t be anyone else! He turned to look at me and he smiled the warmest smile I ever saw!

“Hello, Kathy,” his eyes was filled with love. I nodded, “Kyle. How have you been?” He smiled again and said, “Let’s go get some coffee and catch up.” We went to the same place where we had our first date. He ordered a bottle of mineral water again.

“So, Kathy, have have you been?”

“Since the day you left for Chicago, I hardly ever left home.” I chuckled.

“I could tell, you lost your tan.”

“So what did you do in Chicago?”

“I worked in a bar and got a decent pay. I got a scholarship to study biological engineering in UCLA.”

“California?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“So... Did you... Date anybody?”

“Nope,” he shook his head and chuckled, “I could never forget about you.” Then he looked at me, “So, found any guy?”

“Never,” I said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He smiled.

This is our fairytale coming true.

-END-

This is me trying to write a serious love story. Why am I trying to write a love story anyway? It's because I write too much kill stuff so I'm trying to "broaden my horizons".

Where are you, my Juliet?

2010-05-27T09:05:00.000-07:00

I wandered through the streets. I watched the shadows of busy men bustling about the hectic city. Another day to live, another day to suffer.

How long has it been since I last saw her? That beautiful face with that breath-taking smile to match and with those almond-like eyes. Boy, did I miss her. Where are you, my love? Where are you? Where art thou, my Juliet?

I first laid eyes on that angelic face on a summer's night. She glowed with pure radiance and shined under the moonlight. She caught my eyes as she caught my heart. To me, it was love at first sight. Her beauty was immense, it filled my whole night. She glanced at me for less than a second, and my heart leapt with joy! She noticed me for the first time! Although as happy as I was, I was infinitely embarrassed, she caught me staring straight at her like a dumb fool! She giggled for just that brief moment, and it meant everything to me. I knew for sure she liked me!

I approached her, confident as I was, only to be turned down and get my pride stepped on. But I did not complain, nor did I breathe a word on this. How could I, a man like me, ever date a girl like that? But a man can have desires, and what I desired was her soft scent close to me.

I saw her only once, and it was on that summer's night. I caught her eyes at me only for that brief moment when she looked at me. From that millisecond, I could tell, she was beautiful inside and out. A pure angel brought down from the heavens. Dear God, I miss her so.

I wander on the same street that I last saw her. Walking, watching, peeking at every corner, hoping to catch one last glimpse at that pretty face. How long have I done that until it has become my daily routine? How long has it been until it has become my route to work and back? How long?

Dear me, I cannot recall. It was on the summer of 96. It has been years. I wonder if she had changed; I wonder if she is still single. I miss her, I miss her, for years I have longed for her. But sadly, never once have I saw her since that summer night of 96. If only I could see her again, I would tell her how much I have longed for her, how long I have waited for her. If only she would reappear...

I do not care if she has a husband, nor do I care if she has children, I have to see her, I have to tell her, my heart is aching with tears. Where, oh, where could she be? My darling Juliet, where are you?!

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END OF STORY

This is not a sequel of the Black Eagle, this is just another stupid story I managed to conjure up in the middle of the night. I have no life >.<

The Black Eagle : The Voice

2010-05-06T08:08:00.000-07:00

She took off early, saying she had a bad stomach ache. Dina headed back to her lonely apartment. The voice in her head was whizzing again.

Kid, why are you going back early?

Didn't you listen? I said I had a bad stomach ache.

You don't look like it, kid.

Tell me, did I... Did you kill that woman?

What woman ya talking bout?

The one, that one, the cut up one... On the street below our apartment..

Oh, THAT woman. Don't bother, kid, she's not worth your time.

But she died! Killed, more likely, and it was on our street!

Kid, there's many coincidences in the world. This is just one of them. Don't take it to the heart.

Dina could not keep secrets from the voice in her head. It knew everything about Dina but she knows nothing about it. It could keeps secrets from Dina, it could use Dina's body for it's own purpose. Before it died, it was known as "The Black Eagle". The most famous hired assassin. No police would dare interfere with the Eagle's job. Never once was the Eagle caught, never once was it seen. It's voice would only be heard by its pitiful victims.

Dina felt tired when she reached her empty apartment. She thought about her broken family. She had none. Her mother disappeared when she was eight months old, her father remarried and left her when she was thirteen. Up till now, she has managed to escape the evil social workers who want to put her in a foster home. Unfortunately, she met a voice that went into her body. That voice was not a kind voice but kind enough. It helped her through hard times. When she had no money and had to scrounge for food, the voice knew exactly where to get them. When she needed money for school and a place to stay, the voice led her to it. She knows that the voice was once a real life person. One that is not very kind, but kind enough. She uses the belongings of the voice and never asks for more. She is grateful that she has the voice to guide her, but she is also scared, because sometimes, the voice can control her body when she is unconscious and do anything at all.

To be continued..

Finally! My sequel!! I hope you guys enjoy it!! Sorry it's so short though >.<

Blogg...

2010-04-21T06:47:00.000-07:00

How long has it been since my last post? 10? 11? 12 days? Ah, well, I got caught up in school, now it's the very thing I despise... But that's no reason not to write up something incredibly stupid, right?

Yeah, I have nothing for you guys today. My mind is totally blank. Seriously.

Maybe if I keep writing and writing something will come up. Do you think it's possible?

I think so. But lately I've always been in a bad mood, so I'm not sure if my "writing aura" will come out and hit me. I hope so, I so don't want to have nothing interesting to put up here...

Has my blog been collecting dusts and cobwebs? I hope not. Well then, I hope this post will be able to clean it up a little, although it has been seriously messy... Hasn't it?

I'm still not done with the Black Eagle short story series, please bear with me if you actually read that. And I have the Clock Child series awaiting my dust and pan. Hmm, my exams will be nearing, so wish me luck, until then, unless I get a hit on my head, it's bye for now.

lets

2010-04-09T02:02:00.000-07:00

hatred... revenge...
anger... disappointment...
murder... suicide...

apologies to all present, i'm just not feeling up to beat today.
why do i choose to write when i'm in a bad mood?
easy. i'll take out all my damned anger on this webpage.
therefore, let me apologize for all the things i'm gonna say.

i hate almost everything in my life right now.
i get pissed every now and then at home...
the few things i've hated never changed, it just became longer...
now what i hate most is life.
my life. it ain't no use tryna live it now, it's already so damned messed up...
i rather die in this stage than wait for it to be over, cuz it would be way too long.
and i've waited a tad bit too long.
there's so many ways so committing suicide... however shall i choose?
stabbing would be too painful, cutting myself would be torture... i want a fast, painless death.
yes, i know, i'm picky. gotta live with that too. no thanks!
where can i get a whole bottle of sleeping pills, that would do the trick, i'll take em all at night and be dead in the morning. good shock eh? nobody would know why i did it.
sorry, but life's a bit too hard on me. i can't take it
seriously, is there any way to die? i mean, i'd like being in a coma, it'd be fine. get hit by a car and injure my brain. lose all self consciousness and fall into deep sleep. how bout that? that'd be great!
at least i won't feel a thing when i die then
let's just die...

Where art thou?

2010-04-02T06:47:00.000-07:00

Even the littlest light went out,

Where art thou, light?

Even the littlest stars dimmed,

Where art thou, bright?

There are only four lines in my poem. What do you think it means?? Leave a comment about your opinion.

My "Alice in Wonderland" Day

2010-04-01T06:33:00.001-07:00

My “Alice in Wonderland” Day

It was just another normal, boring day. My sisters were watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Charlie was at the entrance and the little wood things were singing “Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka” then it caught fire and the music went “ugh”… But I was out, ling on the soft greens in the backyard, watching the beautiful clouds change shape. Until something amazing caught my eye.

It was a bird, nay, a plane, nay, it was an eagle! No doubt about it! With its magnificently built structure, its golden wings and its red-brown beak, it flew with majestic power. It made its slaves love and adore it, respect and follow it. I, was a victim of its enchantment as well, it lured me away from my safe backyard, away from my secure home, into a dark, dark pit.

I fell aimlessly, not knowing where I would land nor when I would hit solid ground. I felt liberty and freedom flowing furiously through my veins. It felt wonderful. The feeling of felling, falling blindly. Fear was exhilarating; it gave me strength and power. The strength to overcome the rising fear, the power of knowing where and when I was going to land. Of course, it would be a hard, cold, floor board in three, two, one!

It was a room. I was in a room. There were doors, many doors. There was a table, a small little bottle was placed on it. Beside it, a key. I was not desperate to get out. Somehow, the feeling was familiar. I had been there before. Once, maybe. I took the key to try the doors, but none opened. I found a curtain and I moved it aside, there, I saw, a small door.

The key fit perfectly and the door opened. Unfortunately, it was not my size. Something told me to drink the mixture in the vile on the table, I drank. I did not know what was happening the second after. All of a sudden, everything looked so gigantic. Was the room getting bigger, or was I getting smaller? I saw the bright light shining through the tiny door it used to be. The light was beaming, luring me into it. Again, I was enchanted by the luminous light. I walked through the door and into a different world.

It was a world I knew not of. The plants towered over the ground; the flowers were as big as trees from where I came from. It was beautiful. The scene was amazingly breathtaking. There were no poles with electrical wires, no drains, no subways. Better still, no cement! I was in a world that embraced nature as one, a mighty, majestic world.

My adventures there did not last long. I met the eagle that took me there; I met the Cobbler, Tom Cat and Sherry the Squirrel who had tea parties all day long. I met the Queen of Spades who loved black roses and golden eagles. I also met the Hushed Hound who could disappear and reappear anytime he wanted. And, of course, no adventure would be complete without meeting Absolum, the ant with wisdom that was so great, it gave out a kingly aura.

I was mystified by their undying jolliness. I, too, joined in with their craziness. It was fun while it lasted, but time flies when you are having fun. In the end, I had to leave, I had chores to finish, questions to answer and things to do. Goodbye was painful, but it had to happen anyway. I gave them my wristwatch as a memento, the Queen gave me a deck of Spades cards, Sherry gave me a teaspoon, the Cobbler gave me little shoe key chains, Tom Cat gave me a wee tea cup and the Hound gave me a weird object that I could not make heads or tail out of. Absolum, of course, gave me nothing, only words that I could not decipher.

At last, I left the joyous world and back to the greens on my backyard. I sat on the grass, and reached for my pocket and what I thought was a dream, was not. The items given by my dear friends in the other world were in my hand, my watch was no longer on my wrist. Although it felt good knowing what happened really did happen, it also felt strange, distant and blur.

In the house, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was finishing. The cast was rolling. It was the end of my unusual day.

Forgive Us - A Poem

2010-03-30T06:56:00.000-07:00

Forgive Us

Its vast blue beauty splattered with pureness

Its glorious fountains spreading brightness

Its calming howls, its lovely echoes

It is beauty and its beauty defines it

Such magnificence!

Its blue-green silk flowing, drifting lightly

Its greens breathes of life and security

Its soothing glow, its quiet shout, serenity

It is life and life is it, the circle defines it

Such fascination!

Destruction, chaos, annihilation

Despair, fear, panic, agitation

Its red body perfected with yellow spikes

It brings terror, it brings destruction

Such horridness!

Warmth, happiness, calmness

Safety, shelter, security, home

It dances with its yellow partners

Its bright red body is a source

Such amazement!

Ah, life!

If only we knew how to appreciate it

If only we knew the beauty of it

Perhaps it might comfort us

Perhaps, perhaps.

Ah, God!

Let thy tears wash our tainted lands

Let thy pureness cleanse us.

Let thou be our guide, our way of life

Forgive us, our sins unto thee.

Forgive us, forgive us

We art only human

Forgive us, relent thy rage

Our sins art sad and unforgiving

Even so, forgive us.

-by Jaclyn

What have we done to our dear earth? What has our earth done to deserve such hostility, such damage? Are we sinners? Can we be forgiven?

Let us hope, one day, we will change our ways and one day, God will forgive our sins.

We are wrong, have we not damaged the earth enough? Why do we keep hurting her?

If you want to help, you will change. You will change so that you will be able to help. To help our dear earth. Maybe not so, but you will help others and others will help you.

Blog..

2010-03-26T20:13:00.000-07:00

Yeah, it's about 11AM, the sun's out. (Hello, Mr Sun) and the day is nice and sunny... Note: it's 27 March - Sport's Day

As a blogger, I feel that I should explain myself a little. Let's talk about today. What about today?
It's Sport's Day! Hello??!! Anyway, I am a fellow Marching Band member, therefore, us "Banders" have a show to put on. Obviously, we have to march (DUH). So we had a few practices during the holidays and one full practice during school hours. I guess it was worth it. But now my legs are sore, and they need some rest.

Our performance ended not long a ago. I think... About one and a half hours from now?? Yeah, so, Sport's Day's not over yet... It's still running. But I'm back home, resting my poor worn out feet.

Nothing else that I have to say here, so bye. Have a good weekend!!

A Poem For My Dad

2010-03-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

How long has it been since my last post? A few weeks, I think...
Well, apologies...
Actually, I have a poem I want to post up here, I post it up in a few moments...

Hold on...

It's coming....

...

......

It's here!!!

Watch out!!!!!

Happy Birthday!

It’s been so long since your last birthday

For long is so, and so is today

How ought I not remember

I have not been in a fender-bender

I trust, that you, remember as well

That would be true, it’d be swell

For thoughts like mine linger

And I know you like rice with ginger

Today’s the day you age again

Fear not, my father, you are still young

Peace at heart, a song once sung

Not much from me you’d gain

Still, a poem has its story, and I hope

You find it soon because when the clock

Strikes twelve, the ship leaves the dock

And today forgotten, washed with soap

This poem is a first for a gift I guess

Maybe quite so, but it will kill stress

Alas, two simple words I have to say

To you, I wish a “Happy Birthday!”

Yup, so there it is, my poem :D

Yes, it's a birthday poem.

Today's my Dad's birthday (24 March) so I'm gonna print this out and give it to him, cause I have no idea what to get him. Then "BOOM!!" A POEM!!! DUH!!! So I got working on it.

Literature in English

2010-03-14T22:17:00.000-07:00

Yeah, judging by my unusual attitude, I guess I would do something crazy. And yes, I'm taking Literature in English as one of my SPM subjects despite the 10 I already have. See, I just want some experience in this industry. And so, I just followed my instincts for once and chose this subject as an elective. Don't call me stupid or crazy. Wait, well, yeah, you can call me crazy, I'm a little off at times, so, yeah.

Anyway, I'm having a major problem here: I CAN'T ATTAIN THE SHORT STORIES!!!!
HELP ME!!!
Well, see, in this particular subject, we have three themes for poems, six poems each. Three novels, three dramas, and duh, five short stories. The big problem here is, I don't know where to get the short stories!!! I'm okay with the poems, novels and drama, I've found them already. But I tried looking high and low for the short stories and not one effing bookstore has them!!! Damn was I pissed with that donkey head manager at one of the bookstores. She was all so "I don't know what you mean, I know what my job is, We don't have it, What do you mean subject? We only have... BLAH-BLAH-BLAH and all the cow faeces. (Of course, if you're smart enough, you'd be able to decipher what I'm saying here.) Eff them donkeys... Grr....

Anyway, I am serious, I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM. NO JOKE. I am desperate for the short stories!!! If anybody who could be so kind with helping me find the short stories, I'd deeply appreciate it. So please please please... I really need help here...

Here is my short story list:
-Naukar (Anya Sitaram)
-The Landlady (Roald Dahl)
-Neighbours (Robert Raymer)
-Cinderella Girl (Vivien Alcock)
-Harison Bergeron (Kurt Vonnegut Jr)

If anybody finds it, please just drop me a comment or leave me a message @ jiatheng_23@hotmail.com
I'd really really really appreciate it.. Thanks soo much

taking a break

2010-03-13T22:05:00.001-08:00

it's the holidays now, so i'm hoping to take a good long break if possible.. but oh no... i have school tomorrow and plus i have my whole holiday quite booked... so yeah, i am tired...

The Black Eagle : Coincidence

2010-03-09T03:55:00.000-08:00

Ringggg!!!! Her alarm was ringing at seven thirty. She yawned.
Hmm... Did I not sleep well last night? I fell awfully tired. And she yawned again. This time, almost falling back to sleep. Until...
Hey, kiddo! You've got school today!
"Huh? Oh yeah, my conscience..."
Don't tell me you forgot about me!
"Yeah, whatever" She yawned and headed to the small bathroom to freshen up.

"Dina!" Trisha waved frantically to catch her best friend's attention in the hallway and she succeeded. Dina smiled acknowledging.
"Trish, what's new?"
"Didn't you hear? A woman died on Flinch Street! You use that street all the time! The police haven't found any evidence yet! You can't go home today! The murderer might get you! You have to come sleepover at my place!" Trisha exclaimed.
Confused, Dina said, "Wait, who died? Wait, is this a scheme to make me go to one of your slumber parties? I told you I have my goldfish to attend to. She hates it when she's not fed."
"Aww... You saw me through..." Trisha said disappointedly. "Whatever, let's get to class."
Flinch Street... That's where I live... Did somebody die there?
Shut up, kid. You've got English class with Hades.
You should shut up when I'm in school.
Hey hey hey, I was the one who raised you. Don't you talk like that to me.
You sound like a nagging mother.
Head to class, kid. Or you'll get a detention slip.
Dina headed to class absent-mindedly.

Lunch break, in the cafeteria...
Whispers floated everywhere. All the fresh gossip shooting at all directions.
"Did you hear? Somebody got killed!"
"Yeah, my dad found the body this morning."
"My mom heard that the body was so cut up, you couldn't tell the gender."
"I heard from my neighbour that it was a woman."
Murmurs across the large room caught Dina's attention. Didn't Trish tell me that this morning? Whatever, guess it was just coincidence... But then she heard something that almost made her drop her tray of food, "Flinch Street. The body was found on Flinch Street."
No way...

- To Be Continued

The Black Eagle

2010-02-17T11:38:00.000-08:00

"What do you want from me, child? State your purpose and leave!"
"A frightful bark.... My favourite...."
"What do you want?"
"Look at me in the face, you bastard!"
Tears sprang out of his eyes as he slowly raised his head to face the young girl. Eyes... Glowing... So enchanting and mystifying, you can drift off looking into it. Yet the darkness that encloses it, dangerous and eerie brings chills to the spine. How terrified the man must be to look into such eyes. How much hatred did the girl bear on the man? Why him? Why is he the target? What has he done?
"You... Evil, lying, double-faced bastard! Do you not remember me? Do you not remember what you have done to me? To me and my family?! Do you have no idea at all?!!!"
Oh... Oh, yes... That innocent girl from that time... Her parents... Her brother... What has he done? He dropped to his knees crying, whispering shakily, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Only now you apologise?", she says with grudge but with grace and continues with a more harsh content, "Only NOW you've realized your WRONG?!! TOO LATE!", a hateful display of anger, "You're too late. Your debts are to be paid today. Goodbye Mr Scrapio Orlantola, remember the Black Eagle sent you to hell."
With the last word, the mysterious girl that appeared a few minutes before pulled the final trigger, killing the man. A fiendish smirk flashed upon her face, her dark clothes, imprinted with the picture of a black eagle, her logo, her purpose, her identity. She will dispose of those who once hurt her with the title "Black Eagle"

"I am the Black Eagle. My sole purpose is to seek revenge. I will bring hell to those who wounded me. This, I swear on my life. I. Will. Annihilate. Them."

"Hey Dina! You wanna come hang with us tonight?"
"Oh, no thanks. I'm busy tonight."
"Aww, come on Dina, you're busy every night! Why?"
"Look, I'll make it up to you. Okay, Trish?"
"Pizza at Bob's?"
"Yeah. With ice-cream, how 'bout it?"
"Okay, you're off the hook."
Dina and Trisha parted ways. Dina, back to her little cosy apartment and Trisha, back to her enormous lovely mansion. How can two girls from such different worlds be friends? Best friends to top it off with!
Oh, please, you need her.
"Shut up, I don't need your stupid advice."
You can't shut me up. I live in you.
"Quit messing with me, ya lousy piece of annoyance!"
Gee, thanks for the compliment.
She lay on her bed and drifted off to sleep. The voice in her head slowly floating away. All of a sudden, her eyes opened. She feels it. The presence of that bimbo whore Bianca Briano! One of her most hated person on heaven and on earth. She will finish her with just one 'swish'.

"Yummy, yummy Bianca the bimbo... Hell would not be perfect without you, my darling..."

To be continued....

Sorry, but I do get tired in the middle of the night. Goodnight everybody and have a great Chinese New Year!!

Poem

2010-01-26T02:17:00.000-08:00

To Trust Again

by Jaclyn

To trust is difficult

To love is painful

To believe is to cult

To hurt is regretful

How much it hurts when one betrays

How much it means when one believes

How sad it feels to live in dull days

How painful to live with disrupts beliefs

Only if I knew whom to trust and whom to beware

Hurt would never even exist in my vocabulary

Only if I knew that at all times I must be aware

Or else love and friendship would be my adversary

I truly want to trust again

I want to trust without doubts

I need to know I won’t be slain

When promises are broken and makes doubts

Just once I wish I could believe

The words you said were real to be

All the jokes you had up your sleeve

Then I knew seeing wasn’t to see

One white lie grows large and big

Destroying all, making all feel betrayed

At times I just want to live and take a swig

Pushing away thoughts that had been swayed

I truly want to trust again

To trust again without any bounds

To live life not tainted with pain

Smiling at memories through old towns

Novel? or Essay?

2010-01-23T09:18:00.000-08:00

I feel like writing something out of the blue, something nobody would think of, something twisted ;)
Anyway, I know it's been a while so I figured, "why not write something long that would take days to finish?"
I'm currently writing on a Chinese thing, not sure whether to list it under a novel or an essay because it's wayyy long. Or I guess it I would be long, so I'm not sure yet until I'm done with it.
When I have successfully completed it and have it checked for grammatical mistakes only then will I post it up on my other blog. I'm not sure when, but I hope soon, I don't want to end up writing a 200-page essay (which I most likely would)
Anyway, stay tuned. I might write some crazy sentimental poems when I am bored and not in the mood to finish up my "essay"

Senior Year

2010-01-15T07:53:00.000-08:00

Down the path of countless roads

When on our backs we carry loads

To choose a path where fate shows

A path to pick, to pick and go

As moons and stars guide the night

The day escorted by zealous sunlight

May all unwind be blind at sight

Thus art thou future have its light

To tread a lane too long to end

Somnolence rose to wield one's hand

Soon to doze off on hard cold land

Failure and despair became a trend

A warrior whose pride riegns high and might

Shall not surrender without a fight

Be it defeat or be it victory

Tales of brave warriors go down in history.

To be called human

Is praise, no less

But called a vermin

Seriously, a pain in the ass

This poem may seem to have gone off a bit

But tales are long and tend not seem fit

Hence a tribute to tales that once were fit

A toast to all seniors to cheer up a bit

Happy New Year 2010 (Yay!... not..)

2010-01-01T04:03:00.000-08:00

It's the New Year, so I thought I'd post up something... ToTALLY... BORING...

Yes, I am bored,
2009's gone
Yes, I am bored,
So I'm wishing last year so long

Bye old days,
New ones are here
Thanks old ways,
And thanks till here

I'm bored and I'm getting old
So are the days yet to be foretold

Yeah, it's stupid and boring. That's because I totally made it up in like 2 minutes... Can't expect any good stuff in 2 minutes, right??

Anyways, Happy New Year!!!!

Randomly YouTube

2009-12-31T04:11:00.000-08:00

Yeah, yeah, I know... School's going to start soon and what have I been doing?? Watching videos on YouTube and posting quite a loot of junk.
And guess what, it's past four in the morning and I'm not asleep yet. Boy, am I going to have a tough time waking up for school. And guess WHAT! School starts in 5 days!!!! NO WAY!!!! NO WAY AM I GONNA SURVIVE THE CRUEL SCHOOL LIFE!! THAT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE!!!

So yeah, I'm not going to talk about school right now, or even think about it.

...

...

There's really not much to talk about, is there?

Well, actually there is!! (Thank goodness)
Well, notice at the beginning I said I've been watching YouTube videos? And guess what? I have TONS of videos I think you guys would surely enjoy!!!

I will stick a link here with the video embedded below it, so yeah, it's pretty hacking awesome, ain't it? (It's a retortacle question, don't answer)

Choice number 1: I know it's way way way after Christmas, but there are quite a few videos I'd like you guys to watch

I CAN HAS SANTA

This video actually has 5 OTHER related videos, they're all Santa audition tapes, you don't have to vote, just watch and laugh your ass off, it's good for you lol :D

Christmas is Creepy

Yeah, this video doesn't actually have a point, but it's really ridiculous. By the way, snowman coming to life IS creepy!!!!

Chritmas Cash

Who doesn't want cash for Christmas, eh?

Choice 2: Well, I'm out on Christmas stuff, but here's some other stuff that might just bring you a painful stomachache just because it's so ridiculously hilarious!

Charlie The Unicorn

Charlie the Unicorn goes on a ridiculous journey with two other unicorns. Funny and super hilarious, there are three more to this series. You have to watch this, I mean it!
"Come with us to Candy Mountain, Charlie. Come with us to Candy Mountain."

Why Women Scare Me

Yes, the way he said it, women are starting to creep me out. "Women wear ridiculously large earrings, why do you think satelites have ridiculously large discs?" Don't get it? Check it out then.

Fred Gives Advice

Yeah, I know, his advice is unuseable! Another one of my ridiculously favourite videos of all time by Fred Figglehorn. For those of you who don't know him, he is a fictional character made up by Lucas Cruikshank. Fred is a lonely six year old who goes around with his mom's video cam and tapes lots of funny stuff, I'll put of of his videos up and you guys can get up and check the other videos out.

How To Use A Tampon

For those of you who have no idea what-so-ever what a tampon is, check the dictionary. I don't feel comfortable explaining it, but MattG here does, but in a ridiculously wrong way!!!

Choice 3: Need good music? Welcome!!! I've subscribed to a lot of people related to music on YouTube mainly because I'm just a music kid. These people are really talented and they NEED to be known and discovered!!

My Tears are Dropping

What's better than a good piano playing right? Danielk263 is a real talented guy with pratically magical fingers!! He plays really good and guess what? Not long ago he asked if he should play Chinese, English and Japanese songs as well, and my opinion was "DUH!". But I'm not sure if he'll do any... Yet.

Sono Qua / All Alone

Yeah, there's no music video on this, so bare with me. Fonzy91 is an Italian kid with a good voice. Talented and attractive in a way, he's getting more and more fans. Sono Qua is an Italian/English songs. It's half Italian and half English. This is his original song. He does vocal covers for other songs too.

YG Solo Piano Medley

Like I said before, what's better than a good piano playing?? This girl is totally OFF THE HOOK!! She transcribed many lovely songs and this song is an improvisation combining three other songs: Wedding Dress (Taeyang), You and I (Park Bom) and Heartbreaker (G-Dragon). YG is one of the fastest growing music industries in Korea. And this special girl is smr00, she has a blog as well. Drop me a comment if you want to know, or you can visit my profile. Her blog is full or piano sheets all downloadable and free!!

Fall For You

Vocalcoversareus/Jamie Miller is a Canadian guy with a steady and good voice. He has a band, Her Life Story that is also quite very good. Unlike most YouTubers who post vocal covers, he actually has a short chat with the viewers which is good.

Song for the Painfully Indie

British kid hexachordal/Tom Milsom is a talented singer with 2 published albums. His latest album is known as "Painfully Mainstream". Charming with songs that are sound unique, he is one of the most talented people I've seen on YouTube.

Holding On

Yes, I know. Another British kid. Alex Day, also known as nerimon, is also a talented guy with a serious talent! Along with a few friends of his such as charlieissocoollike, they created a band known as Chameleon Circuit. What's so special about Chameleon Circuit is that they sing songs about Doctor Who. Doctor Who is a television series which is pretty hacking awesome! Anyway, you should really listen to this.

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Okay, I'm done. Oh God, I've spent more than an hour copying and pasting links and all those stuff, now it's 5:30!!! Oh God, I won't survive school!!! Ever!!!

Clock Child

2009-12-18T09:59:00.000-08:00

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

The clock on the empty wall ticked and tocked in the cruel silence, melting into her racing pulse.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

Time seemed to be moving slower than usual, luring her to keep pace with it, slowing down, for her.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

The second hands of the clock moved with every tick and every tock, a rhythm soon to be her own.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

Walking slowly with each tick and each tock, in the steady beat of the ticking tocking clock.

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock."

She stops. Gazing upon the vast stage. Her pulse stops. Everything stopped and went black.

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What brings you to my humble home, child?

A misty, sketchy voice roamed the atmosphere around her.

Are you lost, dear child?

That eerie voice echoed again.

"Who are you?" she asked.

It's not time for questions yet, child. Now, why are you here?

"I don't know, where is this place?"

This is my home. Are you lost?

"I think so." she answered hesitantly.

Poor child. You should head back.

"How?" she asked as she peered into every nook and cranny. There was nothing, no roads, no holes, just plain vast emptiness.

Now, now, you can't find me or see me. I'm a lost spirit. But I can see you very very clearly.

She gulped. She was petrified of this eerie sketchy voice.

I can help you get out of here if you help me find my way.

"Your way where?" she squeaked.

Heaven, of course. Judgement has yet to be made. I need to know my place and so do you.

"Why me? Why not somebody else?"

Child, do you see any living soul here? No, you don't. Your destiny is to help me, that's why it's fate we met and that's why you will help me.

Listening to her own beating heart, she remembers a voice, a voice almost like this one, only calmer and quieter, reciting a prophecy. The clock child prophecy:

"Light shall shine upon the child who speaks in sync with ticks,

Power shall be given to the child who walks in sync with tocks;

Time will flow once harmony is found with each tock and each tick,

The one who hums its melody to oneself is non-other than the child of the clock."

"The child of the clock." she whispers.

And so you've heard. It's been a while since I heard that. Finally, you came. You are the clock child and I am your clock. I have been waiting for ages, Master.

"Can you take me back?" she asks, braver than before.

Yes, but on one condition.

"What is your condition?"

You have to allow me to be with you at all times.

"All right."

Brightness filled the emptiness, causing her to cover her eyes and fall.

With each tick and each tock, the clock ticks every second, non-stop.

duet with myself

2009-12-07T03:24:00.000-08:00

Actually, I have NO idea whatsoever to write today.
I have been watching a series of craziness (thank you charlieissocolllike) on YouTube. I feel like if I don't post something up soon, the craziness will catch up on me, and I WILL do something ENTIRELY CRAZY!!
I have been known for my utmost stupidity and craziness in school because of my out of the blue idiotic actions.
I am just plain crazy, yes, I AM CRAZY!!! YAY FOR CRAZY PEOPLE!!!
Actually, not really. I am just so bored out of my mind, I have on idea WHAT to write. So fellow people who actually read this idioti blog, please excuse my craziness blended with a dash of idiocy for the time being.
Hmm...
I have NO MORE IDEAS on what to write.
I usually write stories and stuff like that (short stories, peotry, etc.), but then I don't know what's happened to me today. I just feel so CRAZY!!! I just want to jump up and down here and there then... Then do something I have NEVER thought of before!!!
I have NEVER used this blog to post something so stupid, so idiotic, so.. soo... CRAZY!!! EVER!!
Lately, thanks to a full crazy dose of charlieissocoollike, I am officially going out of my head.
Whoopie!! Headless writer!!
Yes, I think I am beginning to annoy you guys who are reading this pathetic post, but anyways, I am downright a crazy person.
I think I have to stop writing now, otherwise this might be reported as spam.
For safety, I PLEAD you NOT to report this post as it does not violate any laws.
For you time sharing my time of craziness, I thank you.
Goodbye.

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Duet with Myself

by charlieissocoollike

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just watch it please?

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thank you

Memento

2009-12-04T11:34:00.000-08:00

"Please, just kill me will you?!"

Crystal-like tears streamed down her already tear-stained face.

"Please, just kill me! Please... Just kill me..."

Her last sentence echoed in a soft whisper around the vacant room.

"Please, Wes, kill me. Just kill me. I can't live like this."

She looked up at the person who betrayed her not once, not twice but many many times with her tear-stained complexion.

"Wes, just KILL me!"

The word "kill" thundered and brought shivers to the building.

"If you won't do it, I will!"

She grabbed the gun from the drawer and aimed it at her temple. One pull at the trigger even by accident would mean fatality. The person became desprate at her gesture and tried to tame her. But no matter what he did, time and luck were not siding with him.

"Bang!"

The trigger went off, sending a nine millimeter bullet straight into her brain. She took one last glance at the person and mouthed, "Goodbye, Wes.". Then her eyesballs rolled backwards, allowing her leftover tears to roll down her fair cheek one last time then she fell onto the floor, lifeless without a single heartbeat. The person stared at her while streams of tears flowed endlessly and whispered soundlessly, "I'm sorry Kate, I'm so sorry." He brushed her blonde hair to the back of her ear genty and covered her eyes, closing it. Once again he whispered into her ear, "Forgive me, Kate." Then, he ran. Feeling his adrenaline pumping through his muscles, he ran, carrying her memories with him, letting the tears flow endlessly down his face. He never meant to hurt her, never did he mean to let her commit suicide or become her reason for suicide.

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"Yo, Wesley! Me and my buddies are going out for a drink, you in?"

A sudden voice interrupted my thoughts, I glanced up at Donny, my college friend/roommate and smiled, "Nah, you guys go on without me."

"Aww, don't be such a wussy puss and come hang out with us once in a while. You've been like this since freshman year!"

"Exactly, it's time you gave up on me." I looked at him and said simply, showing no interest.

"Aww, come on Wes, you're my roommate! We've been sharing the same room for three years already! You're going to graduate next summer, you should chill and hang out with us!"

"And get drunk? No thanks, Don. I'm not in the mood." I started to lift my legs and leave but Donny held me back.

"What's your problem, Wes?"

"My problem is, Donny, is something you can't handle."

"Come on, Wes, there's nothing I can't handle, I'm Don the Bomb! I can do anything!"

Since he wanted to know so bad, I just gave it to him at one bash.

"My girlfriend killed herself because I drank."

Don let me go with a shocked look. It wasn't really true but it could pass. It's been three years since that happened. It didn't affect me much anymore but it still hurt.

"You still love her, huh?"

It hurt to not be able to let her go. But everytime remembering her distraught look in her eyes twists my heart. Everytime I renaissance the days with her I feel like crying. It was hard to let her go. She loved me so deeply and I wounded her, causing her to kill herself. I felt bad as a person and even worse as a boyfriend. I didn't deserve her love. I didn't deserve her at all.

"Hey, Wes, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. But hang out with us sometime, you need to let her go, you don't have to drink." Donny started to leave and I said oh so quietly, "Thanks, Don."

I was left alone with my thoughts.

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He ran until there was no energy left in him. He knew that Kate would never be saved. She was as dead as gone. He broke down on the sidewalk and let the tears flow. Soon after that, he took out his phone and dialed 911.

"911, what is the emergency?"

"There's this girl, she... she.. commited suicide."

"Where is the location?"

"32nd, Creek Street. Please hurry."

"Stay calm, sir. We will be there in a moment."

He closed his eyes and dug his face into his palm, trying to drown his pain.

A loud noise circled the area like a thunderstorm. The siren of the ambulance, fire-fighters and police cars ringed into the atmosphere, drowning it with its loud, noisy sound. He walked towards the noise, towards the police and confronted them.

"Excuse me sir, do you know the woman who commited suicide?"

"Yes, her name is Kate Lawson."
"Her parents?"
"They died in a car accident ten years ago."

"Do you know why she did it?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

He nodded and left.

"Excuse me sir. I forgot to take down your name and address."

"Wesley Charleston. I live on the 35th down this street."

"Thank you sir. Can I have a sample of your DNA?"

"Yeah, anything you need."

"We're going to need your finger prints."
"Yeah, whatever."

"Thank you Mr. Charleston, we'll be in touch. Oh, may I have your contact number as well?"

"Yeah sure. 555-2645."

He left the scene solemnly and quietly.

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I laid on my bed with my eyes open. What happened three years ago still haunts my dreams. Kate's beautiful smile and contagious laughter still lingers in my heart. I can still feel her next to me. My heart weighs heavy with the burden of regrets. I could never let Kate go.

The door creaked open and a drunk Don entered the room. He fell on the floor before he even got to his bed. I sighed and got up. I dragged him to his bed and carried him onto his bed and sighed again.

"Amanda... Amanda..."

Amanda? Donny was mumbling "Amanda" when I got him to his bed. Who's Amanda?

"Amanda... I'm so sorry... Amanda, don't break up with me... Please Amanda, I love you..."

Donny was mumbling again. I shook my head. He must've hurt this Amanda girl pretty badly to make her break up with him. But not as bad as me. I techinically "killled" my Kate. God, how I wish I could turn back time and make right what I've done wrong.

"Amanda..."

I couldn't take Donny mumbling anymore, I decided to go out for a breather.

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"Mr. Charleston, you do recognize this?"

The man sitting at the oppisite of the person known as Charleston showed him a document.

"Yeah, it's Kate's door."

"You do realize we found your DNA on the doorknob?"

"Yeah, I was there when it happened. I tried to stop her but it was too late."

The man nodded and showed him another piece of document.

"Do you recognize this, Mr. Charleston?"

Charleston took a quick glance and gave a quick nod.

"It's the gun she used to kill herself and it has my DNA on it."

The man nodded again and asked, "May I ask why?"

"It was my dad's. When my dad died, he left me his gun as a souvenior of him. When my stepfather came, he told me to dispose of it. I couldn't do so. So I asked Kate to could keep it with her."

The man nodded yet again but he did not speak.

"If you don't mind me asking, didn't Kate commit suicide? Why are you investigationg this?"

The man looked at Charleston in surprise and said, "Precaution, boy. Precaution. We have to know who gave her access to her suicide weapon. Do tell me Mr. Charleston, do you have any idea what may have caused her to kill herself?"

Charleston shook his head and said, "She never told me. That day she asked me to go over to her place, she said she wanted to show me something. When I was there, she was on the floor with the gun at her head then.. then... she... she just pulled the trigger and.. and.."

Charleston could speak no more, tears were flowing aimlessly. Dropping like rain drops on the desk.

"Now, now, don't have to get all emotional and all."

Charleston didn't bother to listen, instead he tried to finish.

"Then 'Bang!' she was a goner. If only I knew what she'd do... I wouldn't have told her to keep the gun for me... I wouldn't have done that... Oh, Kate..."

The man was no longer sitting on his chair. He got up and walked over to Charleston and gave him a light pat on his back. He said, "We never know what would happen. It's not your fault."

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*Sigh* I let a long breath out.

I'm sorry, Kate. I really am. I didn't mean to let you find out that way. It was brutal, I know. I wish I could take it back. I didn't know my stepfather and my mother were against us dating. When I took you back to my place, they confronted you. My mom even slapped you. That ass of a stepdad called you a whore. You were so heart-broken. And where was I? I was just an audience, watching you guys fight. I couldn't stop it. I really hate my mom and stepdad now. I even came all the way to Cali to start fresh. But how can I? I still love you Kate.

I talk to myself quite often. But tonight, I seem to be talking more as I gaze into the misty moonlight that lit the midnight sky. Donny was in our room mumbling about some girl named Amanda. And here I am, under this beautiful sky thinking about Kate.

Kate, do you remember? We used to watch the skies like this almost everynight when we had the opportunity.

I smiled. Everytime I think about the good times we had, I smiled and lighten up. I glance at the twinkling stars. It looked like Kate waving to me, smiling. I miss Kate. I really miss her.

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Everybody makes mistakes, so make it right when you can;

People live and people die, so cherish the ones you have beside;

What goes up must come down, so prepare to fall and prepare to land;

Life is hard and lots unfair, and that's why you have loved ones at your side.

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Press on the link below to see where it takes you!!

Goodbye My Love

by danielk263

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Credits:

The King of Snooker for distracting me, lol :D

YouTube for giving me crazy ideas to put up a link, ;)

MyYearbook for keeping me sane, haha :))

Friends who will always support my craziness :P

Friends should always be cherished, like our best Lion King friends here :)

Friends should always keep in touch so they won't lose each other, loved ones included

**Names, locations and ideas are entirely from my imagination, this story is all-fiction.

Short Little Poem

2009-11-30T01:21:00.000-08:00

She watches the skies as if the sky would fall
She dreams of birds who fly and soar
She distances herself from those who brawl
She goes near to help to those who crawl

A song may fit her soul
A poem may show her woe
A story may aid her unroll
Her sadness and her sorrow

Her eyes of gray seem distant and away
Her heart of blue seems gone and astray
Her dreams of freedom may not go her way
Her longing for flight is far more than faraway

Locked down

2009-11-29T08:57:00.000-08:00

Closing my eyes

I allow myself to fall

Into the endless dark pit

Not caring

About what might happen

When my fall ends

Opening my eyes

I feel the brightness of the sun

I feel the warmth all around me

But a sudden jolt

Pulled me back to reality

Everything became dark and cold

Parents who don't seem to care

What luck if I were to dissappear

Parents, they might not even realise

If I had been kidnapped two days ago

I am nothing in their eyes

Only a little black dot annoying them

Hands were meant to be held on to

If you could only hold on to it

Tears were meant to be cried

If you could cry

Hearts were meant to be protected

If you had somebody to protect you

Life is too short for a grudge

Life is too short for anything

Life is sad and hard

As if

Out, out, brief candle

All is grief and all is none

If I were to fly

I'd fly into the sky

To feel free again

I'd do anything I had to do

To achieve freedom

I would die for it

Trapped

I always feel

There's something in the way

Something big, bad, and brick-like

I want to be free

I don't want to be trapped

Sometimes people feel as if they were locked down, but they aren't, they just think they are. Everybody has their own peace and freedom when they seize the moment and take it in their own hands.

Only If : The End

2009-11-24T01:08:00.000-08:00

Continuation...

I left China and went back to America to Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. Surprise, surprise. They were all dead. I was gone for two months and they were dead. Something fishy was up and I was determined to find out.

I came to find out that Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy did not have a funeral. There was no body, no proof of they were dead. I only received one letter:

Forgive us, dear child, we could no longer stay here, we are forced to leave. If you do not hear from us then we are dead. We have a debt that has not yet been cleared and the debt collectors have sent assissins to have us killed. We think we have led the assassins to us and we might be killed any day now. Do not come looking for us as it is waste of energy and time.

Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy

Very fishy, don't you think so? A debt I have never heard of? Assassins? If they just want to avoid me, they could just say it to my face. Why a letter? Why a letter hidded beneath my pillow?

(To clarify some info: Why was my name not stated? Well, Jonathan picked me up from the sidewalk but did not ask for my name, he always called my "child", so yeah, I do not think he even knows my name. Jimmy on the other hand always calls me "Hey!" or "Kid!" or "Little girl!". Therefore, my name was never mentioned nor asked. Just in case you forgot, Ella does not talk to me much, and if she does, she just talks without even calling me anything.)

At first I thought it was a cruel joke, then the days went by and no news came from them. I started to wonder if something really did happen to them.

Two months went by and still, no news from them. I assumed they were dead. Killed by their so-called assassins. I lived a alone for a while then something somewhat like a miracle happened. I thought I would never lay my eyes on Jimmy again. And there he was, right in front of me, in full flesh and blood! I ran to him and tried to converse with him and he looked at me with confusion. He asked, "Miss, do I know you?"

Impossible. It was the same Jimmy I met when I was a kid. The same scars, the same eyes, the same everything. Instead he denied the fact that he knew me! He said, "You must have mistaken for someone else, Miss."

No way. Me? Mistake my childhood foster brother for someone else? Not possible. He couldn't of forgotten me now could he? No matter how much I thought about it, it didn't seem possible. I mean, how is it possible? But his way of denial was very convincing. I almost gave in to it. But something, something in his eyes told me that he hadn't completely forgot about me. Three questions occurred to me: 1. Was he brainwashed? 2. Where was Ella and Jonathan? 3. How in the world could he forget me?

I decided to let him pass and live on with his life. But not entirely. I spied on him, followed him home secretly. And what a surprise caught me. Jonathan and Ella were there!! I couldn't believe it! They claimed to have died but it was all a lie! A cruel, disgusting lie! How could they lie to me? I felt so betrayed!

Something whipped up in my memory. During my journey in India, that crazy Madam Yurishka said someting about betrayal, enemies, battles and blood. She said something like I had a crazy power to end the horror. What "light shall be bestowed upon those who believe" crap. Betrayal. The first sign. I took a good long look at the family who raised me and forgot everything about me. Betrayal. It was betrayal, was it not?

Enemies. The second sign. Who? I walked the street alone. I bumped into somebody from a very long time ago. Fred. My highschool boyfriend and his girlfried.

(I did not mention school earlier as I thought it would be a waste of time. Fred was my highschool boyfriend but we broke up before graduation because he cheated on me with a slut named, Jessica. Technically, the crazy "Enemy" Madam Yurishka was yapping about was Jessica, the slut who was with him at the moment)

"My, my, what a surprise. If it isn't the girl who got dumped." snickered Jessica the slut.

"Oh, what a pleasure to meet a prostitute on my way home." I snapped back.

Fred got uneasy and queased. He said, "We don't want any attention, Jess, let's go."

"No. I want attention. I love it."

Not me. I hate it. I glared at Jessica the slut. My enemy, sign number two.

"Jess, let's just go." pleaded Fred.

"You're no fun Fred!" yelled Jessica and the whole street turned and looked at us as if we were some alienic beings.

"Gee, Jessica, if you wanted to get laid, why not get a room?"

Jesseca flashed at me with her cat-like eyes. Hatred filled it, anger powered it. God, she hated me.

Fred pulled her away before she started a crazy cat fight in the middle of the street.

The second sign already came up. Two signd in one day, Just my luck. Thanks Madam Yurishka. What was the third sign again? Right. Battle. If Fred hadn't pulled Jessica the slut away, the third sign might just pop up. Me and Jessica. In a bloody cat fight. Then the third and fourth sogn would appear at the same time.

I kept walking down the street.

"Bang" Bang" Bang!" Three gunshots filled the air. Shrieks of women drowned my ears. Noisy town. The gunshot came from the alley. I went there to peep. What a pleasant surprise. Hammy, the school bully from my year was shoving a gun here and there and shooting around like an ass. God, this Hammy was just trouble. I decided to leave before he caught sight of me and recognized me right away. Too late. Hammy saw me and pointed the gun my way. "If it isn't the teacher's apple."

Did they have to bring up the past?

"Yes, if it isn't..." I decided to shut my big mouth before it got me into bigger trouble.

"If it isn't what?" Hammy seemed interested to know what I was going to say. Sweat buds started beading on my forehead.

"Um... If it isn't handsome Hammy with his handsome gun! What a magnificant gun you've got there Hammy! Where did you get it?" I was afraid but not stupid. I wanted to keep my life. Hammy obviously was happy at my comment. He said, "The Bakers Snipe It."

(The Bakers Snipe It sold all kinds of things. You could find a dead rat for sale with the label, "Your cat bored? Give it a dead mouse to chew on!" Once I saw something very weird with the label, "You just have to have this.". The Bakers Snipe It sold plenty of weird stuff but I never knew they sold pistols.)

"Very nice struture. Very nicely built. How many bullets does it fit?"

"Six, to be exact."

"Nice number. Nice number."

"Quit the chit-chat and get over here teacher's pet."

(Even in school they don''t even call my name. All nick names. The teachers call me "Girl".)

I went over to Hammy's side and stood for just a mild second, then Jimmy passed by. He was shocked to see me with a gun pointing at my head. Apparently he did NOT forget me! They just needed to start a new life! Jimmy ran over and shoved Hammy aside and they began to fight. Hello sign number three.

Their fight was gruesome. A lot of biting and punching. But Hammy still had a gun in his hands. "Bang!" He shot Jimmy. Blood was all over the place. Hello sign number four. I called the ambulance immediately. Jimmy entered the hospital. I waited nervously outside the emergency room. Jonathan and Ella came rushing in. "What happen to Jimmy?"

"He got shot. The doctors are operating on him now."

Jonathan looked at me with surprise, "You're back?"

"Yes, I've been back for almost three months now. I recieved a letter saying you guys were dead."

"It must be one of little Jimmy's pranks. Forgive us, child, we didn't know."

"It's okay. I'm over it already."

It was all a cruel joke! A silly scam plotted by that little prankster!! God was I angry!

The doctors came out from the emergency room. "Are you family?"

Jonathan answered, "Yes, we are his parents."

"Your son has recieved severe injury to his right kidney and liver. His left kidney is not functioning well I presume?"

"No, he got a transplant two months ago."

"He might need another kidney transplant. Who was his donor before?"

Jonathan confessed that he was the donor. Ella had a weak kidney so she need two.

They turned to look at me. "Child, would you be so kind to donate your kidney to our little Jimmy?"

As far as I knew, Jimmy was not little anymore. He was a grown man! But I thought back. Jonathan had took me in and raised me well. I should return his favour.

I was the only one who could end this horror. Madam Yurishka's crazy fortune came true. I was the only one who could save Jimmy.

Light shall be bestowed upon those who believe. That we'll just have to wait and see.

As I enter the surgery room. My eyelids became heavier and heavier and I fell into deep slumber.

Only if I had the time to stop it all from happening,

Only if I had the courage to stand up the that ass Hammy

Only if...

Then all this would not happen.

Only If

2009-11-21T08:02:00.000-08:00

I close my eyes as I wonder into my deep slumber. I know for certain that it will be long. Who knows how long? Who cares?

Only if I had time,

Only if I had the courage,

Only if...

Then all this would not happen.

Once, when I was young, I met this person. A nice person.
I was very sad. At that time, my father had just passed away, my mother had died years ago giving birth to me. I was alone. Afraid.
It was pouring that day when my father died. I felt betrayed that he left me alone. Why was it not I who passed? On his funeral, it was also raging with rain. After I attended his funeral, shadows came and went solemnly. Quietly. I felt deserted. Left alone in my own little world. I walked down the street, grief-striken. I was only seven when that happened. I sat on the sidewalk and let tears of woe join with tears of heaven.
As I sat and wept, a shadow came above me, an umbrella was put over my head. I looked up, the face was blur due to my crying. But I could feel the sympathy. A deep voice from that face asked me, "Why sit under this rain, child?"
I stared straight at him. I knew he was a man because his voice made it clear. I squeaked, "Papa's gone."
"There, there. Where's your Momma?" the kind voice spoke once more.
"Mama went when I was just a baby."
I could see that his eyes were sympathizing me through my teary eyes.
"There, there, now. Let's get you dry first, okay?"
All I could do was look at him, I was too upset to speak.
"Come now, let's get you dry." He picked me up and took me to his home. He had a wife and son. His wife helped me dry up, then I was given dinner. He let me stay in a vacant room. And there I sat, alone.
I did not know why, but I could hear very precisely and clearly. The wife was questioning the man who brought me there.
"Why, Jonathan? Why bring a child back here?"
"Ella, please just listen."
"Listen? What foolish reason do you have now? What stupid aura made you want to help that wretched child?"
"She's got no parents. And from the looks of it she's got no siblings neither, Ella."
"Jonathan, why do you always want to help these unfortunate people?"
"Because, Ella, I was unfortunate once, do you not remember?"
"Of course I remember. Father took you in."
"Exactly. He made me promise me that if I find a stranded child on the street, I should pick the child up and take the child home. If the child has no family, I am to adopt it. If the child has one, I am to return it. But it seems like this little girl has none."
"But Jonathan, Father has been dead for fifteen years!"
"I know, Ella, I know. But it is a promise I made, and it is a promise i must keep. This girl will be adopted by us as word."

So, I stayed there for quite a while. Jonathan was very nice to me, he was like an uncle. Ella, on the other hand, did not talk to me much. She seemed hard to approach. Their son, Jimmy, was like a brother to me. He was nice and kind although he teased with me ocasionally.

I stayed there for ten years. At the age of seventeen, Jimmy was already twenty and in college. I found myself quite lonely at home. All the time I spent with them made me forget the all the pain when I was a child. And when I was alone, the pain gradually haunted me. I realized, nothing could ever be forgotten, it would just be dimmed, not worth remembering.

When I was eighteen, Jimmy came back for vacation. I decided to travel and see the world. Jonathan said it would do me good to discover new things, Ella had no opinions and Jimmy was Jimmy. He made fun of me saying how much trouble I would get into and teased me that I would always think of him.

True. What he said was true. When I travelled, I always thought about Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. How nice they were to me. How indebted I felt towards them. I always thought about my father. How he brought me up when my mother died.

During my journey, I came across India. A magical place indeed. I came across this small little gypsy camp. Full of mystical powers. I came across an interesting tent with a funny sign : NOW YOU FOR UNE
It was supposed to be "KNOW YOUR FORTUNE", but the letterings fell off. I entered the tent anyway. Madam Yurishka was the woman sitting on the stool awaiting my presense. She said in a very slithery tone, "Come in, child. Wantssss to know your future?" I did not know how to answer her, thus I nodded.
"Well then, enter Madame Yurissshhhka'ssss tent of fortune."
She loved lingering on the s's and made it sound like a snake for exagerrating on it. I had no liking to her, she freaked me out of my bones, but I entered anyway.
In her tent was a table, and what seemed like a magical crystal ball.
"You hassst come from afar, am I right?"
I noticed she used the word "hast", not "have". I guessed she was a Shakespere fan or whatever, but I nodded anyway.
"I ssseee light, dissspair, misssfortune befalling thee.
Betrayal, enemiesss, battlesss, blood!
Thou hasssst power to end thissss horror!
Light shall be bessstowened upon those who believe!!!!"
I was totally freaked out by her "fortune-telling". I was bewildered and warned myself to never enter gypsy camps again. I left Madam Yurishka's tent, leaving her with some money.
I moved on to China. There I saw various sights. There was one man reading palms. I had the urge to go to him, but something about what happened in Madam Yurishka's tent told me not to. I stayed in China for two days. Before leaving, I couldn't stop myself from seeing the palm-reading man. I had to pay him a visit. Just one.
I sat before him with my palm open. He said, "Much sadnes, betraayal and.. War? Yor pam iis verii hard to reed, mis. I am afuaid I cannot halp." He did not charge me anything as he was not able to read mine. His accent was amusing and confusing. Very difficult to understand. His pronunciation was worse than Madam Yurishka as Yurishka just had too much pronunciation but his was just too unusual.

I left China and went back to America to Jonathan, Ella and Jimmy. Surprise, surprise. They were all dead. I was only gone for two months and they were dead. Something fishy was up and I was determined to find out.

To be continued....

If you think it's good and you want to know what's going to happen, please drop me a comment :D

Hurt and Regrets

2009-11-18T01:21:00.000-08:00

I sat alone at a dark corner

I let the icy darkness engulf my soul

I let the icy daggers pierce through my heart

I let my tears roll down my cheeks uncontrollably

Tired, I lay on my bedroom floor

Staring at the fan hanging on my ceiling

Wondering if I would ever be forgiven

For the damage I created

If only I could turn back time

And repair the destruction I did

As I sat alone at the corner

I watch people move past me

They're all moving on their own terms

They fall and get hurt

But they stand up and move forward

Why can't I do the same?

I regret the things I did

She was always there for me

But always I took her for granted

And for that I feel sorry

And when hot tears sprang

From her beautiful eyes that dreaded day

I never meant to hurt her

How I wish to hold her

How I wish to apologise

Why?

Why did he hurt me like this?

What did I do to deserve this?

What did I do...

Every time I ask myself

Why oh why did he puncture my heart?

Sitting at the dark corner

I let my lets flow and flow

My emotion were like a fast flowing river

My tears were like an endless waterfall

I lie awake on my bedroom floor

Thoughts kept floating in my mind

Thoughts of her kept appearing

Even though how much I resisted

I can't live in denial enymore

It's too painful, too tiring

All I know now is that I love her

The truth is I want her

But that deep cut I left in her heart...

Will she ever forgive me?

Will you ever forgive me, my love?

Love doesn't always end up the way you want it to, you get hurt and you get regrets

Don't know why I love to write poetry, I just love it.

Claustrophobic Craziness

2009-11-17T01:35:00.000-08:00

Claustrophobic. That's my phobia. My one and ONLY phobia.
Funny, despite the fact of my own little space. I have a thing for small spaces, fear.
But I don't mind my OWN little space though, it feels comfortable.
Don't know why, but that's who I am.
Weird, no?
Guess so.
But then this claustrophobic thing is not such a bad thing when everyone knows about it.
They wouldn't pull you into those tiny little spaces.
But it ain't that good either.
If I somehow ACTUALLY end up in some small little space, my breathing will rapidly increase and I'd feel as though my heart will jump OUT of my body. Then I'd feel like barfing all over the place.
That is one reason I don't take lifts, I prefer staircases, thank you very much. Even if I had to climb 1000 stairs, you would NEVER catch me in a lift, not if I'm still breathing. NEVER.

Unless of course, you had me killed and THEN you put me in the lift, but that won't make sense now would it?
Why put a dead body in a lift if you want to cover up your crime??
Oh my God! Some stranger miraculously DIED in the lift! How did THAT happen?
Now, how DOES that happen?
Some dead person falls out from the lift some innocent civilian was going to enter.
Now, wouldn't THAT be a mystery?
Then stories of a ghost haunting that particular lift will spread. That lift would be abandoned. Deserted. The deserted lift. NOT a lift I personally would want to check out. Even if I DID get killed and somehow ended up in a lift.
Like what happened? The "lift spirit" somehow MURDERED me and DRAGGED me into the lift so I could keep that loony lift spirit company??
No need for that! Thank you very much!
Don't forget that I am actually claustrophobic!
That spirit wouldn't want me barfing "spirit" vomit all over the place even if I were dead!
I wouldn't be caught DEAD in a lift anytime soon!! Not even my dead body, no thank you!

Poem: When you love someone, let them go

2009-11-10T23:22:00.000-08:00

I can't help but wonder
If there is someone like me out there
A person who is lost
And broken beyond repair

Sometimes I watch the days
Go by slowly like myself
Walking my own road
And choosing my own path

To walk a road so steep
Is a risk I have to take
Wondering what goes on
Beyond that vast blue sky

At times like these when saddened I am
I tend to let my mind wonder off
Into the deepest of the seven seas
Up till the highest of the hills

Still I wonder if worthy I am
To keep his heart close to mine alone
Would I go blind or would I be strong
If one day I should let him go

People say love is bad
But some say love is good
Good or bad does not matter
As long as I know what's true
What's true is that I love him
And for him there's nothing I won't do

Too good a day to choose
When I have him in my arms
Too bad a person to be
When reluctant I am to let him be free

Love is tiring
And love is painful
To choose to love
To choose to be loved
I choose neither
For I know the consequences

If I choose to love
I have to let him go
If I chhose to be loved
Still, I have to let him go
Both is painful like a dagger in thee the heart
How can I choose when both choices are torture?

That is why I choose to disappear
So I would never at all try to achieve the word love.

When you love someone, let them go.

Echoes

2009-11-06T20:03:00.000-08:00

No... Don't go... Please... Don't go...

A soft, minute cry floated through my thoughts, leaving quiet echoes in the back of my head. I tried to call out, to tell him how much I wanted him to stay, how much I adored him, how much I desperately needed him in my life. But the words were caught in my throat, I could only watch him move slowly out of my sight, his shadow slowly disappearing into the sunset, the echoes of his movements lingers in my heart.

Two years ago, that was when we first met. I remember the topic he brought up to catch my attention.

He asked me, "Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by again?"

I was not in the mood for jokes. I was never in the mood for jokes, but he seemed nice, so I was determined to humour him.

"No, I don't. So I think you should walk by a few more times."

Instead of blowing me off like all other guys, he decided to humour me back. He walked by me a few times, then he asked, "How about now?"

"I don't think it'll work."

"So what will make it work then?"

I was shocked that he would ask me that. It was as if he wanted me to like him. Never was there a cute guy who would ever try to bring up a conversation with me because I would blow them off without a second thought.

"I'm not sure."

He looked as if a sharp knife had stabbed him in his guts. I pitied him, so I told him, "Maybe you could walk me home today."

That single sentence brought radiant brightness back into his sight. He was happy. Apparently, he was delighted I gave him a chance.

Thus, he walked me home that day. We had a long chat on our way home. He told me his name was Kyle and he just transferred from Santa Monica High. Then I knew why he approached me, it was because he was new. He probably needed somebody to be his new friend. Who better than the girl in the corner?

The next day we met again by coincidence. Apparently, he was in my home room, first period Chemistry, third period History, fourth period English, sixth period Algebra and ninth period Calculus. I did not take any notice of it until he became my lab partner during Chemistry. He said, "Do you think we have good chemistry?"

He was always trying to make a joke and make me laugh but fails every time.

I replied him, "I don't think so. Pay attention, Sanders is always calling out people who talk in class."

That seemed to work, for the whole class we were busy jotting down notes and by the time class was over, we exchanged notes to check if we left anything out.

I had the second period free, but Kyle had Geography. One subject I would never dare touch at all.

The whole day we knocked into each other and he seemed to enjoy getting seats near me, but I guess it was because nobody else would ever sit next to a girl who doesn't enjoy conversations.

By the end of the whole school day, I was going home but Kyle suddenly jumped in front of me and offered to walk me home. I thought: Why not?
When Kyle walked me to the doorstep, he asked if he could have my number with his head held low and cheeks with a hint of pink embarrassment. I gave him my number, it would not be so boring if there was someone to talk to once in a while, and Kyle was a nice guy, so, why not?
After we met for about two weeks, I started to open up and talk with random people. I started making new friends, started laughing and smiling more often. I didn't feel alone any more, I was happy for once, really happy.You see, when I was four, my parents divorced and my dad took custody of me. He was always on business trips and stuff like that, so he was hardly at home. Even before my parents divorced, they were always quarrelling, so I didn't know what happy felt like. Never did we go on vacations together. Dad was always busy with work, Mom was always busy shopping. I was left all alone even before they divorced. But ever since I met Kyle, everything changed. I learned how it felt to happy, and it was good. After only getting to know each other for a few days, we were like best friends- always hanging out together, walking home together, going out together, sharing secrets, you know, best friend stuff. I felt there was an invisible thread tied to us, a very strong power that drew us closer to each other and become great friends.
For the whole year he walked me home without fail. He never missed a day at school either just to walk me home. Even during summer vacation he'd invite me to the beach.

The next year, senior year, we were always together. After mid-term, we were told to apply for colleges. Kyle and I thought about going on a application spree. We applied to hundreds of colleges and ended up in the principle's office.
Principle Weiner said, "Do you think it's funny to apply to countless colleges? Just how many colleges do you want to enter? You two applied for over two hundred colleges in California alone!!"
Thank goodness I had Kyle by my side then, he backed us up and said, "Sorry Principle Weiner, but better safe than sorry, no? If we got rejected by all the colleges in California, at least we still have other options."
Annoyed, Principle Weiner let us off the hook. We told everybody what had happened and did they crack up like a bunch of hyenas.
After the finals, there was senior prom. The whole class was talking about who they were going with, what they were going to wear, how were they going to arrive and all sorts of junk. Suddenly, Kyle sat next to me. I had it coming, Kyle always sat next to me if we were in the same class.
"So... You got a date for prom yet?" Kyle asked hesitantly.
"No."
"Nobody asked?"
"No."
"Cool."
Frustrated that Kyle thought it was cool I had no date for prom, I scolded him, "I don't have a date for prom and you think it's cool?!! Like what way is it cool like?" I tried my best to keep my voice low to prevent those cheerleaders from gossiping about me later in the cafeteria.
Afraid that I might give him the silent treatment, he tried to calm me, he said, "I didn't mean it like that Kathy... Please don't get mad." I didn't not speak, I was still angry that he thought it was cool I had no date for prom. I bet he had hundreds of girls wanting to be his date.
Kyle watched me for a while and pouted, "Kathy please don't get mad..." My heart melted. I wanted to forgive him but I tried to stay mad at him.
Checking that I still didn't cool down, he said, "Please Kathy, I've got a big surprise for you."
Still frustrated I said, "Surprise? What surprise? The quarterback taking me to prom?"
Kyle was shocked then pain filled his eyes as if a million daggers struck his heart. My heart shattered seeing him at that state, so I tried my best to console him. "Oh, Kylie... You know how sarcastic I can be... I didn't mean what I said... Kylie don't get mad..."
See, there were two stars in my school, the quarterback and the basketball star. The quarterback is always more popular than the basketball star. Kyle was the basketball star. So I guess it really hurt him when I said quarterback.
Kyle looked at me and smiled and relief filled my lungs. I asked him, "So, who you going to prom with?"
"Nobody"
Shocked, I asked, "Nobody? But so many girls asked you!"
Looking into space, Kyle said, "Yeah, I know that, but I have someone in mind that I want to take to prom."
A pinch of jealously hit me, but I tried not to look jealous. I wondered who it was and asked him, "She must be someone really special, huh?"
Still looking blank, he said, "Yeah, she's one in a million. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for her."
I was very very jealous but I didn't show it, Kyle would definitely tease me. I wished I knew who he was talking about in that dreamy glance.

Two days before prom, Kyle asked me to go to the mall with him. We went window shopping. We looked at jewellery, gowns and many things. Kyle asked me which gown I liked. I told him it was that cream-coloured one with the bottom practically sweeping the floor. I found it very suspicious but I didn't ask. Later on he asked which shoes I liked. I said it was that black based stilettos with white stripes. I really did wonder why he asked so much about what I liked. After that, he asked which necklace I liked. I could not take it any more. I told him, "It the one with the arrow and the heart. Kyle, why are you asking me all this out of the blue?"
He claimed, "It's a surprise, Kathy, you have to wait and see. By the way, do you have a date prom?"
Well, Chris Searse asked me but I turned him down. He was like the type that only wants to knock you up after doing something together. I didn't want Kyle to know about this, thus I told him, "No, I don't think you'll see me at prom."
Sad, Kyle wanted to say something but he held it back.
After that long window shopping at the mall, Kyle walked me home as usual. When we reached my doorstep, Kyle seemed determined to tell me something. But then he looked up at me and smiled, he said, "Since I escort you home everyday, can I have a peck on the cheek?"
I was surprised by his request, but Kyle had always been there for me, helped me with everything, so I didn't think it was a big deal to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Prom night... I was sitting in front of the television watching a movie I rented the day before when the doorbell rang at seven thirty. I wondered who could it be. When I opened the door, surprise overwhelmed me. Kyle was at my doorstep with a bunch of red roses and a box which contained a gown I said I liked! I was lost for words when hot tears rolled down my cheeks.
Worried, Kyle asked, "Kathy please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you sad."
"Sad? Who sad I'm sad? Oh, Kyle, thank you so much." I hugged him so tightly as if I didn't want to lose him. I loved him so much.
Kyle said, "Umm, Kathy? This is my first surprise for you."
First? How many surprises did he have in store for me?
He asked me to put on the gown. I went to my room with the gown while Kyle waited in front of the television. I came out wearing the gown he bought me. It fit perfectly. I felt so touched. Kyle stared at me as if he had never laid eyes on me before. He got up from the couch and said, "You look beautiful Katherine." After that he gave me the heels to match the gown. I wore it within a second. He whispered in my ear, "Close your eyes, Katherine." He was like the master and I was the slave. I closed my eyes and waited. I felt something on my neck. When he said it was all right to open my eyes, I realized that I had a necklace on my neck. Kyle smiled and said, "Don't you have make-up?"
"No."
"Good thing I brought my Mom's. Have you ever applied make-up?"
"Yeah, once or twice."
Kyle said, "Sit down, Kathy and close your eyes." I did what he said, then I felt something brush over my face, my eye lids and my lips. Then Kyle said, "All good now. Perfect. You can open your eyes now Kathy."
I opened my eyes and found Kyle's face two inches away from me. My heart raced and I looked away, I didn't want him to see me blush.
He drove me to prom in his 1958 Mustang. I never knew he had a car. A question reeled in my mind: Why did he have to walk home with me if he had a car? Couldn't he drive home instead? I decided not to ask, I did not want to ruin this perfect moment.
When we arrived, everybody was staring at us as if they'd seen something unbelievable. I knew what was going on in their little heads: Why is the basketball star hanging out with that low class girl? But I didn't mind. I was with Kyle, that was all that matters. As long as I had Kyle by my side I'd be okay.
That night we had an awesome time, we danced until our feet were sore.
He drove me home in his Mustang. When we reached my porch, I hesitated to get out. He said, "Kathy, here's my second surprise for the night. Close your eyes please." As if under a spell, I closed my eyes and awaited for what might happen. I felt a soft sensation on my lips then something.

The next day I went to school, Kyle was waiting for me at my locker. When he saw me, his eyes shone with happiness. "You came!"
I wondered what had hit him. Of course I'd go to school. It was boring at home. "Yes I did."
"Awesome! Do you want to skip school with me?"
That was a first. Since finals were over, why not? It wouldn't hurt to miss one day of school to spend some good quality time with my best friend. One question kept rolling in my head: I he had a car, why did he walk with me if he could drive?

Kyle and I went to the beach that day. We had a long stroll by the waves and a long conversation too.
Kyle said, "You know, the first day I transferred to your school, I was petrified. I thought I couldn't make any friends."
"But you did."
"And it was all thanks to you, Kathy. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know so many people."
"No, Kyle, I should thank you for everything you did for me."
"Like what did I do?"
"Well, for starters, I was a very lonely girl. No friends, nothing. Till that day you came and suddenly talked to me."
"Oh? I never knew. I thought you were acting all ice princess and ignoring everyone."
"Ice princess?"
"Well, yeah. All your crazy sarcasm and charisma brought me straight to you. I felt as though I had to melt that ice block covering you."
"Wow, I never knew. And you succeeded Kyle, you melted me."

Two weeks later, I received mail from most of the colleges I applied for and so did Kyle. We narrowed down to the colleges that we wanted to enter. We wanted to go to the same college together but we had different interests. The next day we went to school Kyle was called to the principle's office. Something about scholarship to Cambridge or Oxford, something like that. When Kyle returned he was so happy that his smile could tear up his whole face. Words couldn't describe how ecstatic he was. It was like he won the lottery of a million dollars plus insurance. He said I would never believe what happened in the principle's office and that he'd tell me after school.

The bell rang signifying that the school day was over. Kyle took me to the beach in his Mustang, we stayed in the car. Kyle said, "Promise you won't scream, Kathy. This is a big surprise."
"Okay."
"You are never going to believe this! A guy from Oxford read one of my essays and thought it was genius! He offered me a full scholarship to study there! Isn't it awesome?"
Dread filled my heart. If Kyle did go to Oxford I would be alone, again. I wanted to object but seeing him so full of joy just made me want to encourage him. I told him he was the luckiest guy in the planet and he should go. He was very talented. But Kyle looked at me as if disappointed I didn't object.
He asked, "Kathy, do you want me to go?"
No, I'd never want you to leave me, ever. But I can't hold you from you dreams.
I said, "Oh Kyle, it don't matter if I want you to go or not. You should go, it's an awesome opportunity."
Silence. None of us talked for a while. Then Kyle said, "Kathy, if I go, would you miss me?"
Yes, I'd miss you so much I might go crazy thinking about you.
I said, "Kyle..." I wanted to say that I would really miss him if he went but I didn't want that to stop him from going to Oxford. "Kyle, I... I don't think so."
Sadness seemed to engulf Kyle when I told him I didn't think I'd miss him. So I told him, "Kyle, you know I'll miss you. A lot."
Kyle smiled at me and said, "I don't think I want to Oxford now."
Shocked, I asked, "What? Why?"
He looked at me in the eyes and said, "Because you'd miss me."
"Please, Kyle, you don't get opportunities like this everyday! You have to go! Kyle, I'll miss you, yeah, but you can't just give this up!"
He looked at me, "Katherine, do you hate me?"
"No, I could never hate you Kyle, you know that."
He looked down into his hands and then looked at me again, he asked, "Kathy, can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Can you promise me not to go out with another guy if I go to Oxford."
"Of course. But only if you go to Oxford."
Kyle smiled and said, "Thank you Kathy, you are the best!"

Well, that was what happened during last year. Now Kyle is on the plane. I never wanted him to go, ever. But I want him to go. To go and chase his dream as a novelist. As I watch his plane slowly taking off at sunset, the echoes of his every movement, scent and voice circles my thoughts.

Dreamer

2009-11-04T01:35:00.001-08:00

Close your eyes, fall asleep,

Take a journey take a leap...

Make a choice, make it real,

So that dreams will be revealed...

When the faith you had is gone and you're all alone

When the light you see has dimmed and left your side

When the sun has gone down behind you,

When the moon has rose above you,

You will see a new dream tonight.

Spread your wings, fly to the sky,

Soak your mind don't let it dry...

Pick a star, make a wish,

And the story you started shall finish...

When the faith you had is gone and you're all alone

When the light you see has dimmed and left your side

When the sun has gone down behind you,

When the moon has rose above you,

You will know, you'll dream a new dream tonight

"A soft hum to a soft song rang under the midst moonlight. Eerie and quiet, the voice sends an icy chill down your spine. Soft and harmonic, the voice rocks the young to sleep. The Dreamer sings her song down the path of every sleeping house, her songs soothing and quiet, like a whisper in the wind, slowly caressing you to fall into your dreams.

A folk's myth claims the Dreamer collects dreams of those who dream to stop them from dreaming. Legend says the Dreamer picks her victims and removes their ability to dream. They say the Dreamer was a quiet one: one that observes in silence. They say her eyes were bore into your soul and steal your dreams.

The Dreamer only dreams but does not see reality, she is forever stuck in the world of dreams, waiting for those who dream to unknowingly sacrificing their dreams to her. The Dreamer observes in silence as our dreams bore into her land of endless dreams."

"Yeah, yeah. A boring story *yawn." Tyler exclaims when Reid finishes his story.

Ellie shoots, "What, you got something better?"

Confident, Tyler says, "Yeah, I do! The classic Dracula. The Dracula sucks blood right out of your veins, draining all your blood until there is no more blood left in you. A way better Halloween story than that Dreamer thing of yours."

Ellie rolls her eyes, "Blah, blah, blah. Like who's never heard of THAT story. Get something more creative maybe?"

"A challenge to the great storyteller, I presume?" Tyler asks.

"No, no. The true storyteller tittle goes to Reid." claims Ellie.

"Thank you, Ellie. I shall forever carry that tittle with me my entire life." Granted, Reid was happy Ellie supports his stories. At least she still listens. Tyler and the others just don't appreciate good imagination.

The campfire flickers under the bright, full moon, surrounded by clusters of sparkling stars, shining down on Ellie, Tyler, Reid, Kayla, Emily and Chase, a gang of good friends. They call themselves the Cielo which meant "sky" in Spanish because they enjoy the sky and all that the sky has to offer. Indeed, including bird poop. Only Emily hates bird poop, but the others accept it because they need at least 6 dreamers to form a Somnium.

The Somnium existed over three hundred years ago. It was formed to encourage young and talented minds to discover, imagine and create. The first group was from ancient Rome called the Somnium, they were the first to discover such talent and use it in various ways: to manipulate other minds, to control elements, to see what others are not able to see, to hear what others are not able to hear, and many more. They were special, they were different. When the Government found out this quiet group of Somniums, they wiped them out. Every single one of them but one. That one was ordered to escape and hide until he found others. His name was Sominia Elacranda, a very talented dreamer, very powerful as well.

Sominia traveled to Greek and found more dreamers. He tested them to define their stage of powers and ability. The first stages were the Imago, the ability to imagine; the Reperio, the ability to discover; and the Genero, the ability to create. The second stage was the Duo, a combination of two abilities of the first stage. The third stage was the Trio, a combination of all three of the first stage. The last stage was the Spiritus, the combination of Trio and the power of the mind. These talents are genetic, it flows from the bloodline of Sominia Elacranda to his descendants. Of course, there are others, but not many discovered.

Ellie and her gang were at Duo. They were able to think in various ways, twist their minds to discover, imagine and create. Soon, the Cielo and the other Somnium groups will come together and form the ultimate power, the power to save the world.

As Ellie and her gang continues to dream, the Dreamer walks on the path of sleeping houses.

Before I enter my long, quiet slumber of maybe 15 hours, I wish to you a good night. And for those who read this story on Halloween, forgive me as it is not a ghost story, but I would like to wish all of you a Happy Halloween!

Trick-or-Treat?

You'll find monsters under your sheets...