Xxon Youths Rocks

2009-06-07T08:31:00.002+08:00

YARH YARH YARH! IT IS FINAL!

I have moved to Livejournal everyone~~

find me here

PS posts are generally friends only... SORRY!

Sakuraiba

2009-05-09T16:57:00.002+08:00

The exams are the best time ever!

Because there's time to go out with crazy people and force them to study! Hehe, people like Liren.... For example XD

So dang, i changed my blogskin again :D

I'm contemplating moving to Livejournal. It's more fun there, because you can do the icons thingy and post fanfics! Hahaha

Anyway. It is Chemistry on Tuesday, then Literature, afterwhich, the weird lit people will go and eat sushi together! Whoo!~~

Ah, i'm downloading Door to Door now, Nino's dorama SP. He's damn good at it, make you cry only hahaha.

Sometimes when I look at you and the things you say, it makes me wish that everything did not happen, but looking back at all the advice, I'm glad I did, or I would not have made friends like the ones I have now.

I'm moving on, like I should have, a long time ago.

Ah, how i hate imeem and their 30 second long songs.

2009-04-26T10:54:00.004+08:00

I got into CAPs by the way!
HAHA okay this is only an excuse to put up another arashi icon XD

But it is soooo much <3!

Too bad i have so many cute Nino icons and can't put any up because Riida will MURDER me.

OOH.

Today is the last day of my freedom before I cut myself off from the rest of civilisation who are going to cut themself off so we are going to practise the art of isolation like America when the League of Nations was FORMED!!!

Sorry, a bit high. HAHA.

At least not being sad again~~

one in five says it tastes like spring rolls

2009-04-26T08:31:00.003+08:00

Thus LET ME PRESENT TO YOU!

ARASHI (and Aiba!)

ODYS Itsumademo!

2009-04-25T12:11:00.003+08:00

I'm... Confused today, yesterday and tomorrow.

A lot of things changed the past week, status quo swtiched upside down.

Ah.

EMO-NESS BEGONE!

I'm proud of myself for yesterday!:D
School ended at12.15 and I went for lunch with 3/4 of ODYS because Vanessa had to go for Jap exam which she missed for dental on Thursday. Miss her already! (looking forward to monday again:D)

We had chin chow and prata! YAY:D and then we went back to class for slacking to wait till 2.45 for Riida and Matsu Anna's history test. I tried to study but got no where for the first 2 hours, because they were singing nearby.

Haha! So I went to a secluded corner and did one chpter of Bio and half a chapter of history and math! YAY! :D

My exam plans are finally going somewhere! I shall work ever so hard now, and strive for my honour, okay maybe not so much, but I shall uphold ODYS honour!

No more failing Carnana!

Riida on that ruuuuuuuuun!

Today, is yet aother day with things to complete.

I don't think so, if you work hard, i'll work harder, I won't let you overtake me.
This is staying ahead, it's life!

Happiness, YEAHYEAHYEAH!

2009-04-21T20:39:00.003+08:00

I'm friggin' tired. Dunno why am I so tired these few days, and no i'm not preggers.

There was chem remedial today again, there are so many subjects i don't get anymore that i've run out of excuses for myself even. I used to say, it's okay it's only January but now it's already April! when did THAT happen? I don't know.

ODYS is keeping me alive and Riida is the reason i'm completing my homwork on time. It's time I planned for my exms studying schdeule. Exmas is another 2 weeks aways, GAWD!

I failed bio and chem, I'm so dead. But...

Ohmiya
And Aiba...

Sigh...

方块脸 is <333!!

2009-04-03T18:30:00.003+08:00

This new song is Hello Goodbye by Aibaaaaaaaaa from Arrrra-SHI!!!

hahaha, I've highing in school going up to random people and high-five-ing them! (all except Weiting and Nicholas Wong because they don't high-five back)

Tomorrow is HOMECOMING DAY and SPEECH DAY! Mental note to self : remember to bring gown tomorrw. And oooooooh, we got our class tee today, have to wash later :D

And today I overtook JEAN on Restaurant City! Whahahahahaha!!! Level 9 NOW!

And did I say how much I LUV Twitter? Yeah, I do.

AND I WANT TO WATCH 愛到底!!!!!
Date next Wednesday, Vi2an!!

okie!

我好像很会被“快乐的男生”吸引到
因为我的阿緯，相葉雅紀，和宅男
都是快乐的男生。
是我的<333!

Arashi!

2009-04-01T20:14:00.003+08:00

Naughty Cheryl got me hooked on to Aiba from Arashi.
He's cute OKAY!! hahahhahaha

*swoons over animal video*

--

If DBSK comes, i'm going with Yvette because she's pei-ing me to 6bang ones.
And if Arashi comes i'll go with Cheryl and just get very mixed up by the language barrier.

2009-03-31T20:41:00.003+08:00

I'm tired today, just like every day! SOrry for not post. Sigh.

Tired tired tired!

But Mabu and I had a wild day on Friday, we went o Bishan to watch Hotel For Dogs and spent almost the whole show swooning at Johnny Simmons!!

The poster!

The Cast
(Almost all of the human one)

Johnny Simmons is the one on the extreme right and Friday is the white doggie, both very cute no?

And then next week is my date with Vivian to watch....

WHOOO~~~!!!
阿本's gigantic face will make me high:D

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

2009-03-17T19:58:00.003+08:00

HEYYA PEOPLE!

anyway, I was thinking about volunteering at the zoo during the holidays (June) and emailed them last month, they just replied!

So i thought i needed to confirm the number before I called them. So if you wanna go,

TAG ME!*
(by Friday)

*though email would be better.

uhm, but please make sure I do know you well and still hang out with you on a regular basis (voluntarily)

Not slightly Off Centre, strikes me that you've already fallen off.

2009-03-12T20:08:00.004+08:00

Today some very horrible things happened, that made lots of people very pissed including the SMM that did it in the first place.

Whatthehelliswrongwithyourbrain?

adgijbneogiabneghloiaebg
aehiaernpgiouevnoiuangpuio
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

argh.

Go eat your freaking Laksa and leave my Seniors alone.

Chem test it is.

2009-03-06T22:15:00.002+08:00

Haven't been updating for a while. There's a reasonable reason for that, which I shall not bother to elaborate.

Been rather down these few days.

And I'm tired of being all alone,
And this solitary moment makes me want to come back home

All the people, they talk, their words are empty ones, superficial vessels asking, asking me, "are you okay?"

"Fine", I say. Because there simply is nothing else that is expected.

The loneliness seem to loom above me, until there isn't any light coming through. There is always the finger that points at you, tells me that it's your fault. I know it is, it's hard to think otherwise.

But perhaps... It's... me too?

The smiles are there for a reason, so you won't bother to find out if there's anything wrong.

Is there?

if there wasn't any smiles, would you see it? Would you see me, needing a listening ear? A friend? A familiar presence?

There isn't anything left to say but I think he was right. You are too self-involved. What do I need to do to make you smile? Everyday I try, but all you do is stare with those judging eyes of yours?

They make me sad, tell me you're not interested in me, but in other people whom you laugh for.

Do you even care that it's the reason for my tears and the reason I stare out of the window? Wondering, what's wrong with myself, telling myself chiding myself.

What's wrong with the picture? I can't tell.

I'm being...childish?

Sorry, I- just don't feel so happy now.

For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

The iPod Human

2009-02-22T11:10:00.000+08:00

You gotta watch this, check this out!!

2009-02-20T13:48:00.003+08:00

Andy-哥万岁万岁万万岁!

Let's do a cheer to celebrate:

I love MFBBT and I just can't deny it
Shake it Shake it
Shake it to the top

Guess what!

THE BOYS ARE BACK!

I've found new purpose in life! New found purpose to rush home from school everyday!!

2009-02-16T20:07:00.004+08:00

As I quote from The Girl In Times Square which quoted from Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid:

"All dames are alike: they reach down your throat and they can grab your heart, pull it out and they throw it on the floor, step on it with their high heels, spit on it, shove it in the oven and cook the shit out of it. Then they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast, and serve it to you and then expect you to say, "Thanks, honey, it was delicious." "

Love it!

Sorry for not posting.... ^^"

what is literature coming to?

2009-02-10T14:34:00.002+08:00

I'm on the Antis' side now that I've read THIS.

Previously, I've just been indifferent.

And then when I read this I was like 'holy eff-ing crap!'
The things bimbos ( and one GUY!) can do for a freaking book!
You don't see me doing that for Awei or Eragon, or anything else for that matter.

All the losers in the world are Twilight crazies, honestly.
What the hell is there to appreciate in a freaking series that can't even hold a Stream of Consciousness technique proper???
And can't lead the reader into some clear and direct thought processes or dialogue??
You call that literature? It makes me appreciate Anita Desai a whole more.

tell your damn fans to shut up, Edward Cullen. In case you forgot, you're married.

2009-02-01T17:40:00.005+08:00

Oh fine, I haven't been posting for darn long.

Oh fine, I needed to complete CAPs.

Oh, fine, I kept you waiting.

So to reward you....

Here's two quizes I got from Pearlx's blog, so they're so darn cool!

Which Harry Potter guy would you lose your virginity to? (both young and old characters)

Your Result

Who? Draco Malfoy

Where? At the Malfoy Manor during summer break while his parents are at a Death Eater meeting

Afterwards? He smirks and asks you if you want to do that again ;)

Who do you confess this to? Nobody, its your dirty little secret

Who finds out? Pansy, who attempts to curse/hex/jinx you but thankfully her spells backfire onto her

Which Marauder Era Harry Potter character would fall for you?

Your Result

Your guy is...
REMUS LUPIN

Your House: Ravenclaw

Your Best Friend(s): Lily Evans, and fellow Ravenclaws

How you met Remus: You were studying in the library and noticed Remus sitting a couple feet from you. You asked him a question about the Charms homework, and he blushed like mad before stuttering out the answer. Smiling, you asked him for help and he gladly spent over an hour helping you write your essay.

How you started dating: He was way too shy to ask you out himself, so he had James ask you how you felt about him. Later Remus got the courage to invite you to the Three Broomsticks and you ended up kissing over the table. How romantic.

How it ended: He ended it because he felt he was a danger to you and was afraid he might hurt you, him being a werewolf and all. Sobbing, you told him you didnt care he was a werewolf and that you loved him. He told you he loved you too, and that he didn't want to ever hurt you. *Sigh* A tragic ending.

Cool, no?

And here's my Fiction Press Profile, knock yourself out.

我的阿緯!! Why I love Awei: Edvidence

2009-01-20T21:35:00.002+08:00

阿緯just updated his photo album.

I love him to bits!! :D

When it comes to times like this...
Unknown/Loverboy who?

Very North Twenty 从出江湖， eh we never were in the 江湖.

2009-01-17T20:38:00.002+08:00

I have a love-hate relationship with my chinese class seat partner, who goes by the name of WongOlas.

Anyhow, he irritates me so much that i often smack him, very satisfying really.

But I really love the times he's sane and we're talking heart to heart again, like the times we did during Yurni-poo's class last year when the whole class was ~~sleeping~~ quiet.

Sigh, half an hour wasted on the comp again,
back to work.

2009-01-16T20:43:00.002+08:00

This is effing stupid. Look at Janice's blog post on her history lesson.

"Mr Kamal started drawing out this battlefield and the strategies they use.
First, the generals would come to the middle, shake hands and exchange their greetings.
Then, after their words, they go back to their sides and fire the canon balls.
BOOM. Not near enough, move the lever, BOOM, and it HITS FRANCE. Germany thought that France was partially already destroyed so the infantries marched in until they got into the machine gun radar zone and FIRE. The German runs back to their side of the field. France thought that most of the Germans were attacked and FIRE the canon balls. BOOOM. France infrantries start marching in. Until they reach the German's machine gun radar zone and FIRE. And on and on it goes. Omg la. So funny.

'It's 2pm now, let's fight till 6pm. You collect your dead, I collect my dead and let's go home.' OMG HAHAHA."

Credits to Janice's blog.

And compare it with our history lesson.

~~Life's unfair, deal with it.~~

Sigh, really got no time to do normal things. Let's back up and go find the names. GOGO~!

Oui, Non and Gracias

2009-01-10T18:10:00.002+08:00

Tag Replies
Shirlene: School was stupid. Bigittity is because of something I read in Nation (a Terry Prachett book) on some quote. Ah! I got it. In the quote was 'bigness' and this guy was like bigness?? The other guy was like 'well, at least he didn't say "bigititty"':D

Jean: Yes,yes. Chemistry. Damn.

Yvette: Thanks! Gonna need that luck...

Yanxing: Wait-te Wait-te!

something darn cool I chanced upon while researching for one of the stories I'm working on. I believe some of you Chosen Ones have read it already.

2009-01-08T19:30:00.003+08:00

There, I'm posting.

School has been really overwhelming these few days.

It's like they throw you in a river to see if you can swim. Yes, it's that bad.
Maybe worse

Anyway, I've gotta to make this short 'cause I've got a review and maths to do. Heh, right. I'm doing math homework this year.

And I'm joining the Creative Arts Programme so I gotta start drawing up my porfolio, like immediately 'cause deadline is the 26th January!!

So, I gotta go NOW!

*counts off fingers*:
review
math
stories

*taps chin thoughtfully*:
I got a feeling I missed out somethings but 先看着办吧。。。

On Our Side - Chris Tomlin (Yeeeeeah!)

2009-01-04T20:03:00.004+08:00

Step 1: Put Your Music Player On Shuffle
Step 2:For each question, Press the “Next” button to obtain your answer.
Step 3:Write that song title down as your answer… I Don’t Care Just Do It.
Step 4:Place Comments in brackets after songtitle.
Step 5: Spice Up Your Darn blog with this test.

Q1: If someone says “Is This okay?” You say:
那一天- 棒棒堂 (this really doesn't make any sense.)

Q2:How Would you describe yourself?
Love It Lead Me - Parachute Band (Lovely?Am I doing this right?)

Q3:What do you like in the opposite sex?
宫 (the differences.)

Q4:How do you feel today?
Some polish song - Don Diri Don (crappy that tomorrorow's monday and it's a new year.)

(sorry the album didn't come with the content page)

Q5:What is your life purpose?
Rain Down - Delirious? (Build an animal reserve!)

Q6:What is your motto?
When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne

('Once you think you can't do something, Your brain just automatically give up thinking of a solution.'- Mr Yong)

Q7:What do your friends think of you?
Star Girl - Mcfly (definitely not a star. but maybe someone who laughs too much?)

Q8:What do you think of your parents?
Mighty Is The Power Of The Cross - Chris Tomlin (they're cool! And MIGHTY!)

Q9:What do you think about very often?
Climb Every Mountain - Sound Of Music (my story! DUH! and now you know what Music I've got:P)

Q10: What is 2+2?
藏在你微笑里的秘密 - 恶作剧2吻（This answer's in your smile, I'm sure of it. :D）

Q11: What do you think of your best friend?
How Are You - 潘瑋柏 (We don't bother with the superficial stuff, like saying hello. :D)

Q12:What do you think of the person you like?
甜甜的 - 周杰倫（You're really sweet. :D but It's not helping things, you being sweet I mean.）

Q13:What Is Your Life story?
Secret - 周杰倫(Lots of secrets? heh, I fell in 'love' and fell right out again, landing on my head.)

Q14:What do you want to be when you grow up?
Just My Lucky - Mcfly（being lucky would be nice.)

Q15: What do you think of when you see the person you like?
All Day - Hillsong (I wanna be with you ALL　DAY! forever and forever...)

Q16:What will you dance to at your wedding?
谁说　－黑girl (okay sorry I cheated a little. ~~Slow dancing, my head on his chest~~:P)

Q17:What will they play at your funeral?
纪念品　－黑girl (haha, gosh. Thanks for remembering.)

Q18:What’s Your hobby/interest?
Damn You Look Good And I'm Drunk - Viva La Cobra! (I really never been drunk before! But I do like looking good haha)

Q19:What is your biggest fear?
恋爱达人　－羅志祥　(You certainly got close!)

Q20:What is your biggest secret?
I Could Sing About Your Love Forever - Delirious? (That contadicts:P)

Q21:What do you think of your friends?
Your Grace Is Enough - Chris Tomlin (whaseh, hit the nail. All I need is you.)

Q22:What will you post this as?
On Our Side - Chris Tomlin (Yeeeeeah!)

If you're wondering why I have so many from Chris Tomlin, that's 'cuz I have 3 of his albums from Yinghui.

Bloody 2009 already!

2009-01-03T19:57:00.003+08:00

School was, well the usual.

Sat in the hall and sat there for a few hours.

Not much of a suprise is there?

Sigh, it's feels like i left my brain behind and I'm rushing into everything aimlessly, and blindly. (was gonna type it 'blindlessly', so you see what i mean about overwhelming?)

First day was bloody happening, courtesy of a certain special someone, and the whole school really. We stayed back one and an half hour later than supposed to.

By the time I walk to the traffic light with Weiting, Nicholas had decided to walk to me to 854 bus stop although I wasn't planning to take it. But because we havn't talked to each other for very long, I left Weiting(and feel damn bad about it).

And to quote Nick : "someone up that must be looking down on us", the bus came veryvery fast, and we ~~hopped~~ got on it, and whizzed off into the dusty orange sunset.

Okay maybe not that pretty, haha. Another wasted day today.

Note to self: MUST FINISH PART 17 TOMORROW.

Very North Twenty

2008-12-31T11:00:00.006+08:00

YeeeeeeeeAH!

I'm back from the freezing (no, scratch that, frozen) temperatures of HARBIN! Gosh, hadn't been able to post for the last two days because I was down with stomach flu and my mother refused to let me use the computer. The temperatures there were horrible, 7 layers of clothes still leave you clamouring to get back on the bus in record time.

I think the change in temperatures were too drastic for my body to adapt, thus almost the whole family fell sick. XD Lots of pictures though, my mom went crazy with the camera. But only somethings worth mentioning, like the snow and ice sculptures which I know were featured in the newspaper. :D and this really nice place we went for dinner at and there were rows and rows of 风车! Awei would be delighted. :D

The family
Minus the mother

Made of ICEMade of SNOW
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!

This, my friends, is snow
It's soft like powder

ICE AGAIN.
gosh

Their english is atrocious

Normal highway scenery
bloody beautiful, no?

I LOBE this shot:P

冰糖葫芦
(the banana ones taste darn nice)

A sister
(In transit at Beijing)

Toilet
in English, Chinese and Russian:P

bloody beautiful place in the fog

Ice palaces
(it's not really snowing, but it's real snow)

Disgruntled sister

风车

The trip in two words
bloody freezing

Fewwwwwwwwwwwww!

2008-12-19T23:09:00.002+08:00

The title's actually the sound of the aeroplane actually. Might need a bit mroe imgaination though.

At the airport now and two little irritaitng ang-moh kid are running amok, screaming.

Hahah, gonna be away for a week, don't miss me, kay?

Hope I'll be able to finish two more parts. My bag's darn heavy from the books I decided to bring along. I went for a library spree this afternoon with my sis. And I have to learn White Horses!

*fingers crossed*

Something's wrong with this keyboard. So tata~~!

I know I will miss that 6 guys.

The first blogpost cum story post EVER!

2008-12-19T15:27:00.002+08:00

Q19. What are you gonna do later?
Loads. Like drink some water, go to the loo, talk to my mama, pack my room, walk the dog, mow the grass, shovel the snow that's covering the drive-way, watch teevee, attend guitar lessons, dye my hair, have multiple piercings, go for work, murder the landlady, etc.

13- how alike are 13 and 3? [Pig(s), Caroline]
Caroline's a banana, damnit! :D

CREDITS TO 'OLAS BLOG

I'm leaving for China tonight. CHINA!

And I changed the blog song, keeping the old one for Junheng 'cause he likes it so. :D

Nothing much to say, gotta catch Smallvile at 4pm. My sisters are waiting by the comp like vultures, reminding me conviniently that my show is coming.
hahaha

And 'ere I present part 16!!!!!!!!!!! * wild applause*

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 16

Edwin helped Wayne off the wheelchair, holding him steadily. One of his arms was around Wayne’s waist and another on the wrist of Wayne’s injured left arm which was around his neck. Wayne took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the floor.

“Come on.” Edwin let impatience colour his voice, impatience he did not feel but knew deep down that he needed for their separation to be less painful. It was just the beginning of the end of their friendship. Wayne stared at Edwin in surprise then forced his eyes shut to calm the fluttery things in his stomach. With his eyes still closed, he let his toes touch the ground, tentatively.

The bright lights and maniac laughter.

Wayne gritted his teeth and planted the top half of his soles firmly on the floor.

Crunching of bone, searing pain.

He leaned on Edwin for a moment as he allowed his soles to rest fully on the ground. Clutching the arm rest of the chair, he stood up slowly; bracing himself for the pain he knew would shoot up his left calf and for his knees to buckle. His muscles tense, Wayne grunted and straightened fully. Edwin’s older brother reflexes reacted and his hands tightened around Wayne before he could help it. Wayne smiled at him gratefully, but he looked away, his face expressionless.

The pain never came.

Wayne looked up at Brian who was staring at his legs, his eyes wide with disbelieve. Wayne took a step towards the two railings that were parallel to each other. Physiotherapy, Brian called it.

“Let’s try it without Edwin.” Brian called from the other side of the railings. Wayne waited for Edwin to tell Brian he was crazy, to ask him what he was up to. He knew Edwin, he would, never in his life, let Wayne do this on his own. But as soon as that thought passed, he felt Edwin take his arm from his own neck and placed it gently on the left railing as Wayne gripped the one on his right, then Edwin wound his right arm from around Wayne’s waist. He did not pat Wayne on his back or whisper go for it in his ear. Instead he walked away and stood staring at Wayne, his eyes cold as stone. It took Wayne great effort then, to peel his questioning eyes from Edwin and concentrate on the task at hand.

The railings almost reached his shoulders. Wayne made the strength he used in each arm imbalanced so that his right was using more strength than his left for he was afraid that it would send his arm throbbing again if he overexerted it. Slowly, he put his right foot in front of his left; it felt surprisingly light and easy. So this was what it was supposed to feel like? His feet did not feel heavy and useless as he thought they would feel like. At his second step, his right arm was already aching from the effort. As he took his third step, his right hand slipped and he almost fell before his left hand’s grip tightened and he caught himself. Wayne saw, in the corner of his eye, that Edwin had taken a few steps forward with outstretched arms as if making to catch him. Wayne chewed on his lower lip as he straightened again, this time with equal strength in both his arms.

“Wow,” He muttered under his breath, realising that there was no pain in his left arm either. He frowned at his feet and lessened the strength in his arms with every step he took, until his hands were no more than just touching the railings. He felt normal, just like how he had felt before his injuries.

“Damn, Brian these are some good painkillers you have. And no wonder you graduated top of the class, I feel great.” Wayne said when he reached Brian. He took his hands off the railings and laughed. His sound was light and bright.

“Look, I can walk without the metal thingies.” He tip-toed, then put his heels down; up down up down. “Whoa, this is unbelievable. Man, I thought I would never walk again in my life. My sides don’t hurt and so does my arm. Brian, what did you do?”

“I don’t know.” Brian started slowly. “But I’m definitely going to find out. Eh. Wayne, do you think you could let me open your bandages? I mean even if it’s way before I’m supposed to. But then it is way before you are supposed to be able to walk.”

“I’m good with anything. You’re the doctor, I’ll trust whatever you think is best.”

Wayne thumped his chest with his right fist twice. Then he turned and waved at Edwin who pretended he did not see the gesture, who then turned and walked out of the room.
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Mister Rucado was fiddling with his new toy, a puzzle that consisted of pressing a sequence of buttons at an exact time to unlock a mystery gift at the centre of it. It looked like a cube made of buttons, much like a Rubics Cube except it had buttons, many buttons, of all sizes and all colours. Although he did not really know how to solve it, Mister Rucado was pleased by the amount of his favourite things the toy had in one small space. He pressed a small blue button and watched in delight as the entire cube shimmered in different colours. The Chief-Button-Toy-Maker really knew how to make his day. Mister Rucado would make him solve it in front of him later. He was about to move on to his next activity that he had on his To-Do list: conjure up new name for himself.

There was a small timid knock on the door and a small man walked in. Mister Rucado swivelled his chair around. (He loved these chairs too.)

“Yes?!” He said in his best booming voice, it always scared people and he liked to see them scared. “You! Answer me!” He boomed, pointing a bony finger, at the small man who was bent and had a piece of floppy paper in his hands, even though he was the only one who entered.

The man checked and double-checked the name on his paper; he did not want to get The Master’s Name-Of-The-Day wrong, that would mean sure death. If he got it right though, it would mean possible death.

“Mister Rucado, the scientists have concluded that five of their cells and DNA pass while one of them failed tests. This means that his injuries would heal slower or might have lasting effects on his body. That is the results we have been able to achieve so far. Farther research will be in effect immediately.” The little man kept his eyes on the words in front of him, trying not to stutter. If he stuttered, it would be immediate death for him, if he read it fluently, it would be possible death.

The man had finished what he had to say. He looked up from the paper timidly and saw The Master throwing and catching a cube-like structure which seemed to shine.

“Midget. Tell me. How’s my darling boy Will?” The Master called everyone ‘midget’ even though some of them might be taller than he. But no one dared to correct him. It would mean sure death.

“He is doing well.” The man started slowly, for he did not know what The Master wanted to hear.

“That’s very good to hear.” The man could almost swear he heard a smirk in The Master’s voice. Then The Master flicked his fingers which signalled that the man could leave. He hurried to the door as fast as The Master deemed respectable and slid it shut softly.

He slumped on the door for a moment and sighed heavily. It was another day in the life of Osborne and he had survived yet another audience with The Master.

Then he straightened and skipped down the corridor, content to be alive.

China buddy? Taiwanese pop idol??

2008-12-13T15:51:00.003+08:00

To satisfy Shirlene's curiosity about the 'elusive china buddy'.

This is him.
The one and only.

OWODOG!!!

(or Outdog as he says it.:P)

Pearlx's greatest LUBE apart from THAT GUY and Yu
~~(maybe... I cannot keep track.)~~

2008-12-13T14:05:00.002+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 15

There was a warm hand on his cool cheek, comforting like a cup of steaming chocolate on a cold day. A cold day like that day. He was shaking, his teeth were chattering. His bare legs were cold; his left arm was pulsing with a hot-white pain. His chest was heaving; he was taking deep breaths. Was he awake? Or asleep? He couldn’t tell. A voice drifted into the thick haze of his unconsciousness, so slurred and insistent. Are you okay, Edwin? What happened? How do you feel? Edwin? Wake up…Wake up…

Edwin gasped from the pain in his arm, he felt it before. Where was Wayne to help? Wayne. Wayne’s not here, it’s Lila. Is it cold? Is it your arm? Edwin, you’re burning up. Answer me. Edwin shuddered; the cold was eating into his arm. Yesyes, it’s my arm. He felt something warm being draped across his arms and shoulders, oh blessed warmth. Then he felt himself lifted into sitting position and he slumped into a warm embrace, resigned and weak. The person’s warm breath tickled his neck and hugged him close, warmth seeping into him and stilling his shivering. Gradually as the cold left his body replaced by warmth, Edwin’s breathing slowed, the shuddering stopped and the agony in his arm lessened until there was nothing unless he moved it.

His eyelids were heavy; he lugged them open now like how he lugged his reluctant self out of bed on school mornings. He tried to sit himself up, grunting and almost falling back again as his elbows gave way under him. His elbows like rubber. A hand held his back and another on his good arm, helping him. Edwin managed to sit up; hunched against the person behind him. His legs and arms felt limp and floppy as if every ounce of his strength had been drained away. His hands shuddering weak, Edwin touched his head lightly. The action itself made him gasp as it awakened the searing pain, the last thing he remembered before he passed out. The base of his neck that had been hit was pounding, the pain beating in time with his heart. Edwin groaned and cradled his head in his hands.

“What happened, ‘win? Are you okay? ” The voice that spoke was fraught with worry and yet still so familiar. The hand that found his trembling one, though small, was comforting and steady in his big brown ones, pale by comparison.

Edwin lifted his head warily, his eyes looking into her golden ones and blurted the first thing that came to his mind. “I feel like I’ve just been kicked by a horse.” Edwin scanned his surroundings. He was on the floor, the cold marble near the entrance of the house where he remembered he had crept towards, following that thing that had been lurking in the house. What exactly was that? Was it the same one that had struck him? What was it doing in his house? Edwin broke out his thoughts as he noticed Lila staring at him worriedly. More importantly, why was she here?

“How did you find me?” Edwin frowned, trying to put his thoughts in their place, although, in his weariness, his concentration kept drifting. Her hand tightened around his.

“I went to the hospital; I heard what had happened to Wayne and decided to drop in to see if I can help. No one knew where you were, so I thought I’d drive pass here and see if anyone’s around. When I reached, I saw the door wide open and got worried. I came in and found you unconscious on the floor, shaking and shuddering so badly. Wayne had told me about… your arm. So…” Lila broke off and turned away, burdened by the things she had left unsaid. Like how alone she had felt after they had shouted at each other, in the heat of the moment. Like the days that she had taken to decide to see him. Like how sorry she felt for saying so many horrible things to him accusing him for not telling him about his problems, his arm for one. Like how worried she had been when she had found him, on the floor.

They fell into silence, both awkward and shy. Edwin felt a blush reaching up to his cheeks as he realised how close they were sitting to each other, her jacket was over his upper body, but she was warmed, her legs drawn up to her chest. Feeling ashamed, he took the jacket off himself and wrapped it over her, but she shook her head.

Lila pressed her warm palm to his cheek. “Do you feel better now? How’s the arm? Your temperature’s not as high now.” She glanced at him, gauging if he could use any more help. Before he knew what he was doing, Edwin covered the hand that was over his cheek. Lila’s hand twitched under his and she blinked, surprised.

But he was unfazed.

“Mmmm. So, are we good now?” Edwin murmured gazing into her eyes, referring to the fight that they had just before Wayne had disappeared. Their first serious quarrel. It had been about him. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry. Will you, forgive me?”

Lila hesitated for a moment then she smiled and nodded.

“I was being stupid. And how could I not, after you came everyday bringing sunflowers with apologetic notes stuck on them. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” Edwin, mesmerised by her eyes, leaned down and let his lips brush hers, his eyes closed. At first she clasped her lips tightly, unfamiliar to all these. Then she let herself sink herself into his breath, warm on her face and parted her lips.

After their lips touched twice, Edwin pulled away, smiling softly.

“And I must be the luckiest guy on earth.”

* * *
“AND YOU DID WHAT?!” The man’s voice boomed across the entire stone hall. He had a sharp chin, shifty eyes and large cheekbones. His hair was long and dark. Another man was kneeled in front of him, his head covered by shadows.

The room was dark, apart from a fireplace so large it measured one and a half men in height and three men, if the men were lying on the ground. All was quiet now, apart from the swishing of the man’s robes as he skulked up to steps that led to a large and richly adorned chair. The man at the foot of the steps kept his head lowered.

“I knocked him out, Sir.” His voice was barely a mouse’s squeak compared to the boom of the other man who appeared to be furious. His face had turned red and his hands were griped the arms of the chair and hard there was a crack and a ruby fell on the ground.

“Oh, Will Will Will. How many times will it take for you to learn? My whole plan pivots on the idea that we do not alert them of our presence too soon. Timing is critical here.” The man on the throne was hissing, his voice dangerously soft. Then the man kneeling down threw himself at the steps, landing in a sprawl. He was begging shamelessly.

“Please Sir. I didn’t want him to see me. I did it to protect your plan.”

“So, now you’re the one being accused for something you did correctly, in your oh so perfect sense. And Will, do you ever learn? Talk only when you’re spoken to. Have you forgotten what happened the last time you did now? HAVE YOU!?” The man’s voice rose in a crescendo as he spoke. He was more relaxed now. His hands fiddled with the edge of his cloak. The man at his feet cried and begged to him for mercy. He seemed to enjoy the words of distress that poured from the man’s lips for a few long minutes, enjoying being begged.

“Well, Susha and Fiosof.” The man on the throne twirled his fingers in the air absentmindedly. As the words left his lips, the man’s cries quickened and rose into a scream as two women dressed as belly-dancers entered the room. They traced their fingers from the man’s temples to the nape of his neck and hooked their arms around his. No matter how he screamed and struggled he could not get loose.

“Enjoy the ladies, Will. They might be the last you ever get.” The man on the throne waited until the women dragged the man out of the room before getting down his throne. Smiling sinisterly, he pressed a series of buttons on the wall between the fireplace and his throne. The stone slid away to reveal an entire laboratory of chemicals, buttons and bottles.

The man rubbed his hand gleefully. This morning’s work sure was exhausting. Now all he was to do was press some buttons. The man chuckled to himself.

Now, my beloved buttons, Papa’s here!

~~~~

HAHAHA! I've waited days to put this up. Cos my Beta-er hasn't replied. So I thought Heck la. SO I put it here.

ENJOY!!:D

82 Hits and 34 Visitors for december

帥NEH!!!

2008-12-12T11:50:00.003+08:00

Hello!!!!

Yesterday we had our choir concert. Damn pissed with a certain someone who kep picking on Nick, Jean and me. Why can't you keep you shut up and sit somewhere no one can see you?

Ugh. The worst things were the warm ups. HNNNN!

bleh. Anyway, the time spent on our practices was time well-spent. I think we did quite okay though SHE says it was bad and Mrs Khor says it was good. :DDD

But MR YONG!!! I want to hear his verdict. Hahaha.

"Esther you rearrange the rest. I can't understand Soprano's mind."
Said Mr Yong

Haha, choir secret.

Yesterday, I 臭 so many times. XD

On a lighter note, this is so much <3333!!

Credits to Pearlx :P

Sister's turn to use comp.

C is for Crazy

2008-12-09T20:07:00.002+08:00

My name is: Caroline
Four letter word: Chat
A boy's name: Curtis
A girl's name:Claire
Occupation: Carrot-farmer
Colour: Cream
Something to wear: Cage
Beverage: Chocolate
Food: Celery
Place: Clark Quay
Something found in the bathroom:
Something you shout: Cat!
Font: Cordel
TV Show:
Song Title: Crush
Country: Cananda
10 people to pass this down to: Completely everybody

“Oh Straven, just who ARE you?

2008-12-08T20:55:00.004+08:00

Sorry bout the late post. But Alexander Miguel Weaton's stories are so distracting and I had not been able to use the computer as long as I'd like.

My parents made me write out why I would like to change church. WHY? you won't know anyway. They keep on pestering me. That 我快崩溃了, you'd understand if you did know why.

Any how. We had a p6 anti-evil-zombie-butt gathering yesterday.

It was da BOMB!!

I reach Lene's house at 2 (hitched a ride on my dad's car, he was on the way to play badminton). Then we went to fetch HongYee, with lots of screaming, shouting and PAL voice on the way there. It was crazy, Shermae was the crazy one mostly. Anyway, we decided to take the long way back some one broke a glass bottle. Heh. Then we(Lene!) destroyed my nails. They are scarred from the encounter!!

Jan came and we went swimming( and taking Hamm pics :P).Jan was the phtographer for the day because she couldn't go into the water. The pictures are amazing. Shirlene's mom's COOKING was amazing. Rati came. Then we were telling stupid jokes.

It was the best time ever. (And now Shirlene has my watch. Argh.)

Here are SOME of the 139 pictures we took. (JOHN!)

because Jan says this is Puuuuuuur-fect.

I dunno why, i like this one.

Makes me laugh everytime I see this.

Jan says this is PERFECT-o too. :D

3 of us crazy people

Goodness gracious
Jean's back!

2008-12-05T11:36:00.000+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 14

Edwin worked his arm around mechanically. As it swung to the front he released the pebble in his hand and it hopped on the water surface until it lost its momentum and sank into the water. Edwin passed another pebble from his left hand into his right and repeated the process without thinking, his eyes was fixed beyond the horizon and his mind on matters that had absolutely nothing to do with his surroundings. It helped his mind to work slowly and neatly, this rock skipping did. Actions familiar and easy made him feel the weight on his shoulders might be not as heavy for him as he had thought. The comfortable turn and shifting of his body that came easily to him eased the tightness in his chest that was choking him.

Edwin grunted as he threw the next pebble, channelling his anger that had initially came in huge angry waves that had threatened to make him hurt himself again into the tiny stone. The anger which now laid dormant in his belly reared its head and roared like a beast; the pebble that he flung did not skipped lightly on the water as others before it did, instead it hit the water with a plonk and sank into the sea’s murky depths. Absentmindedly, Edwin placed his left hand into his right like he had done before and found it to be empty. He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, content with gazing into the dark emptiness that was the sea. The sun was sliding out from the distant mountains. The monster in this belly settled down and with a murmur, fell into slumber once again. Edwin breathed, hard and slow. His lips closed tenderly around the air from his lungs, creating the white mist like smoke from a cigarette butt.

His head pondered upon what had happened, replaying the scenes in his head. The scene where Wayne had stumbled in to his arms, whispering his name like a precious keepsake. Where Wayne’s hand tightened in his and slackened. Edwin felt the creature stir in his gut again, and a tension in his jaws where his teeth were clenched. He was about to reach down for another handful of stones when he caught himself and straightened as a thought flitted through his consciousness, like an elusive butterfly entering then escaping a catcher’s net.

What did you think you could do? Change the world? Look after Wayne? You are the most unfit of everyone to be in the position you are in. You are not witty like Brian, fair like Jesse, strong-willed like Lucas, neither passionate like Damien nor forgiving like Wayne. What are you? Stupid fool! You friggin don’t know your limits. You are the stupidest fool; your folly caused other’s misery.

Edwin jerked out of his silent ranting, and found himself pitched over in the sand, his chest heaving from the beast in his belly which clawed, snapped and struggling to get out. The weight on his chest had tightened and felt like it was near to breaking his ribs. Edwin took a deep breath and screamed, his fists clenched and his body leaning backwards. He screamed and screamed until the heaviness had lifted considerably. He stared his hands coated with sand that had made numerously tiny scratches on his palms. His breath was, in his strength, hot and short. Beads of sweat trickled down the grooves of his muscles and his fringe hung wet over his eyes.

Edwin pushed himself to his feet and shrugged out of his clothes. First he unzipped his jacket then he took from his shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and his pants dropped limply to the ground. He took a breath, long and deep. The cold winter air tickled his lungs and he shivered in his boxers, his six pack rose and fell on his lean body. He kicked off his shoes and slipped off his socks.

Edwin gazed at the sea again and his jaws tightened in his mouth. He took a running jump and plunged himself head first into the water. The water chilled his skin like how iced water would touch one’s lips and seeped into his hair. The sensation felt like something from a dream, faint but familiar. Edwin pumped his hands in and out of the water, channelling his anger into energy to push himself forward, Pneumonia the last thing on his mind. He swam out into the sea until he reached a floating red buoy before turning back towards the shore. He used so much strength that his every breath burned his lungs and throat, but it was not until he reached the beach that he allowed himself rest. The swim had cleared his head and the creature was now snoring contentedly, allowing his head to think clearly.

Edwin walked on to the beach and covered his body again with his clothes. The water from his swim quickly seeped through his shirt and into his jacket and the water in his hair dripped down his neck and sliding down his torso. He walked swiftly into the forest that covered the line of the beach, separating it from the outside world. Edwin emerged at a small road where his red car was waiting for him. Unlocking it was a fight between the owner and the car as if the car refused to open no matter how fitting the key was in its lock. He rattled, turned and struggled with the key and finally the door swung open silently. Edwin grunted at the car, slid into the driver’s seat and made sure all the windows were wound up before he started the engine and switched on the heat.

The long ride home was uneventful, Edwin kept his head free from all disturbing thoughts and made himself concentrate on the road and how his car moved and purred. Even though the heat was turned on, Edwin found himself shaking violently and his teeth chattering from the coldness of the water that had seeped into his bones when he finally allowed his mind to return to reality once he pulled up in front of his house. Edwin hurriedly locked his car, unlocked the house’s door and sprinted into his room where he grabbed the first clothing that he saw in his cupboard.

Edwin peeled his wet things off his skin and stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed the sand and salt from his skin, Edwin sighed contentedly and massaged his soapy scalp so that the salt in his hair might be loosen and fall out. Gradually, as the water fell on him, the shivering stopped and Edwin stepped out of the shower. He picked up his favourite lime green towel, dried then clothed himself, feeling more energised and clear-headed than before.

Now that he was warm, his stomach growled ravenously. Edwin smiled to himself; it was doing routine things like this that made him feel right again. As he was about to reach the kitchen, a movement in the corner of his eye made him snap up. There was a sound of footsteps to the direction of the movement, and then someone slammed a door.

“Father? Mother? Is that you? Hello. Is anyone there?” Edwin called into the supposedly empty house and the only reply he got were echoes of his own voice. A shiver ran down his spine, this time not from the cold but from fear. Edwin crept toward the movement he had seen, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

“Hell-” Edwin’s call was cut short as a searing pain shot down the base of his neck and all he knew next was darkness.

2008-12-03T21:41:00.002+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 13

“Brian! Brian, where are you, you idiot!” Damien sprinted into the room with the door marked ‘Laboratory’. His eyes scanned the room for any sign of Brian, his fists clenched.

“Brian, where the hec-“ Damien shouted, though he knew full well he was making racket in what should have been a quiet room. He squeezed between two tables which looked like the last person who used it had not understood the concept of neatness.

“In here.” Brian’s hiss wafted from behind a huge stack of books. Papers and pencils were strewn across the table.

“Brian, it’s Wayne!” Damien gripped the table corner, panting.

“Speak clearly; I cannot decipher what you are trying to say.”

“Wayne’s passed out again.” Damien caught his breath.

“You could have told me earlier!” Brian grabbed the stethoscope by his arm while Damien gestured at Brian indignantly. “Come on! Don’t dawdle.”

Brian loped out of the room. Damien shook his head wryly and followed him.

When they burst into the room, Lucas was awake, Jesse was still sound asleep and Edwin was nowhere to be found. They gathered around Wayne, their brows furrowed in concern. Brian checked Wayne’s heartbeat; it thumped in his chest, strong but fast and irregular.

“He’s fine. But somehow…” Brian trailed off. Damien felt his heartbeat quicken and impatience rise in his chest, he realised he had stopped breathing. Damien inhaled and pushed the outburst he knew was coming deeper into himself, telling himself this was not the time, and that Brian was trying his best.

“What is it?” Lucas’s anxious voice broke the tense silence.

“It…. Give me a moment.” Brian checked all of Wayne’s injuries in turn; his arm, his side and his ankle. “It…It’s amazing. Impossible.” Brian’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Don’t stand down there talking to yourself! Tell us what it is.” Damien knew his impatience was about to take over. He dug his nails further into the flesh of his palm. Brian shook his head slightly and murmured under his breath.

What happened next happened so quickly Lucas barely had time to register it before he heard the sound of whacking and saw Brian with his back on the wall and Damien with one hand on Brian’s shoulder and the other drawn back in a fist. Damien was panting hard, but Brian was still dazed and had the look he had when he had just spent an entire night doing mathematics. A trickle of blood fell from the corner of Brian’s mouth.

“What the hell is it?” Damien spoke through clenched teeth. There was a groan, and only Lucas turned towards the sound. Jesse swung his legs over the edge of the sofa and rubbed his eyes.

“Who’s making such a-” Jesse broke off, spying Damien and Brian. He leaped up and struggled to pull Damien from Brian while Lucas hurried to stand between them. Jesse managed to seize Damien, locking him with his arms under his armpits. Damien strained in his grip but could not break free.

“That’s what happens when there’s no one around to pin people down in this family. What was going on?” Jesse was barely out of his breath. Damien struggled in his grip.

“I’m not gonna let you go. You’ll get violent and attack people again. People like Brian.” Jesse told Damien in a voice that a mother would use on a naughty child. Damien grunted, resigned.

“Alright, don’t lose it again.” Jesse dropped his arms to his side. Damien rolled his shoulders.

“Brian, what was happening? All that ruckus. Before I was rudely awaken.” Jesse stared pointedly at Damien who had calmed down considerably for his hands were now relaxed.

“It’s just not possible.” Brian looked up at Lucas, Damien and Jesse who was staring at him questioningly, as if he had just realised they were there. “Well, for one. Wayne’s broken bones seem to be almost all joined back. Even his crushed ankle, which would have been impossible to grow back. Crushed bones don’t grow back. They can’t, can they?” Brian locked eyes with his three brothers in turn, their faces was one of shock.

“And… even if he’s passed out again, his heartbeat should be faint. Instead, it’s so strong… Like he’s just run a marathon…” Brian’s brain whirred in a bid to find logic in the facts he had been presented. “Anyway, how did he faint?”

For a moment, Damien’s lips moved but they made no sound. Then he found his voice.

“One minute he was just talking to Edwin. The next Edwin was screaming wildly for me to get you.”

“Did you hear what they were saying? Anything that agitated Wayne?”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it… Wayne was saying something to Edwin. Something like ‘do you think I did this to myself’ then he was going to say something like ‘I’m not that‘ something then he lost consciousness. He sounded very exasperated though, his voice was louder than usual, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Very strange.” Jesse thought aloud. Brian nodded when Jesse looked at Lucas.

“Where’s Edwin anyway?”

~
Enjoy!!!

2008-12-03T21:32:00.002+08:00

I'm blogging while waiting for Shirlene ~~to try~~ to edit my story.(Part 13 :P) I realised I have super long sentences which people get very confused reading. Liling told me when I asked her if there's anything wrong with it. Lene just told me too.

It's gonna pick up pace from here since it's sounding like one of those draggy Taiwanese dramas ~~that my grandmother loves to watch now~~.

I'm here to applaud Shirlene for her blogging.

Why I love Shirlene's blog

It is not angsty; it's happy
It makes you smile
She posts regularly

Try it, it's goooood for you.

Part 13 next....

Something New. Human Hamm

2008-12-01T21:37:00.001+08:00

SOmething I wrote. Wasn't thinking of posting her. But heck. If anyone reads, i'll post.

~~~

“My Lady, may I?”

Slightly bent, Japheth reached out his hand and took the pretend hand that his pretend lady held out. He kissed the air that was supposed to be her hand lightly. He straightened, absorbed in his daydream, and led her to the middle of his room, where he imagined he would rest his hands evenly on his lady’s waist and she would hold him with her arms on his shoulders. He saw, in his mind’s eye, his lady’s feet stepping daintily under the folds of her skirt. He pictured the whole hall full of subjects who would turned to wonder at them, while his lady and himself would be oblivious to everything, occupied only by the every twinkle in each other’s eyes. He leant down into her, his lips almost touched hers when there were a series of knocks on the strong oaken door that guarded his room.

Japheth dropped his hands to his side, a hot blush made its way up his cheeks as if he had been caught doing something naughty.

“Enter,” he called. The door swung open silently, revealing Tristan, the young boy that had just arrived the day before to be his servant since the last one had eloped with the scullery maid. He had dark blue fearful eyes that widened at the slightest loud word. He had short black hair and fingers that ran through them. He bowed, and although he straightened slightly, he did not stand up fully as if was afraid punishment would befall him if he looked Japheth in his eye.

“Sire, His Majesty summons you to his inner court. It is urgent.” The boy’s voice trembled as he spoke. Japheth frowned, he longed to touch Tristan on his elbow and tell him that he need not be so afraid of the prince; after all he was just another human, a lonely one at that. Japheth never had any friends, the queen forbade him to mix with ‘commoners’ as she put it. He always obeyed. But this time it was different, the way the boy shook, Japheth felt a sense a duty to put it all right and keep him safe.

“Very well, I will go right away.” Japheth smiled warmly at Tristan, who quivered even more.

“I shall take my leave.” He turned slowly and straightened fully before taking slow measured steps towards the door. Japheth could have sworn he saw his shoulders sag.

“By your leave…” Japheth called after his retreating back. Tristan froze and turned to face Japheth.

“Aye? Sire.” Tristan’s voice was tentative.

“Call me Japheth.”

“Sire?”Tristan looked up at Japheth for the first time, his eyes puzzled.

“Don’t call me Sire. Japheth will do.” Tristan nodded, his eyes were surprised.

“As you wish.” He bowed again and left.

Japheth turned to the full-length mirror. He flattened the particular strands of his chocolate brown curls that always stood up; they drove the queen mad and swept the long ones that fell over his forehead up to his eyebrows. Then he wiped his face with his hand and straightened his clothes, brushed his boots.

Japheth was lean and yet muscular from the archery and sword fighting lessons he had been taking since he was a young lad. Those who taught were the best in the land, as was his teachers who coached him on Mathematic, Latin and the other subjects that his father saw fitting for a prince. He smiled at his own reflection and ran his eyes down.

Confirming that he was prepared for an audience with the king, he dipped his head at himself and set off.

Please tag if you want it going on.

2008-11-28T21:19:00.002+08:00

I'm seriously traumatised now.

Ugh, there was this pimple bump on my chin, and I accidently pushed it off.

Argh. I don't want a scar!

And I always get so paranoid about these kind of things.

Helllooooo.

Chicken wings and Bubla Tea

Billy Bombers;
Coke and Chocolate ice-cream
Mount Abbey, an institute for girls from 11 to 17
Laughing too loud
Talking too loud
Stepping on people's feet accidently-on-purpose
Retards
Valleys and cliffs
Polka dotted lifts
Fallen carrots;
our day out in very little words.

We should do it again soon.

Shut up, brain!

2008-11-24T21:13:00.003+08:00

Hello there.

I'm so darn tired. But I shall do the outline of a new project later. Can't tell you what is it, just that it consists of a pig and coins.

Weeeeell, hmpf. No one is ever online now. Jean for one. Why not!!??? It's the holidays.

I'm so close to being spastic. Ugh. Being tired does that. Night marks the ending of a day and reminds me a the next day that will come to pass as fast as today did.

I'm so convinced i'm going crazy, seriously.

I just said this to Janice:

JANICE sent 24/11/2008 9:24 PM:
ar

JANICE sent 24/11/2008 9:24 PM:
PAIN

{Caroline the i-need-a-new-nickname} Part 12 done! WIll work one something else besides story for a while. says:
WHART!!!

JANICE sent 24/11/2008 9:24 PM:
ah

JANICE sent 24/11/2008 9:24 PM:
what the hell

{Caroline the i-need-a-new-nickname} Part 12 done! WIll work one something else besides story for a while. says:
you're in pain and you're typing

{Caroline the i-need-a-new-nickname} Part 12 done! WIll work one something else besides story for a while. says:
why don't you text me instead?

{Caroline the i-need-a-new-nickname} Part 12 done! WIll work one something else besides story for a while. says:
HAHHAHAHA

Seriously you know. Crazy girl. And my concentration keeps drifting.

heh.

And they're gone again!!

2008-11-24T14:58:00.002+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 12

Everyone settled down into pregnant silence again when Jesse took a seat beside Wayne. The excitement of the day was wearing off, the emptiness it left behind replaced by frayed relief and concern. Frayed by the mood swings of extreme emotions; the way their mind, unaccustomed to such swift changes, had reacted to the recent happenings.

It was déjà vu all over again. Damien shuddered as his eyes swept through the white room and he inhaled into his lungs the air that smelled like antiseptic. The ragged emotions, the amount of highs and lows of his feelings in a short period of time and how everyone just did not have any conviction to do anything but instead allowed themselves to be carried along by their different moods was so familiar, too familiar. His eyes rested on Wayne, whose chest was rising and falling as the mask over his face clouded over, cleared, then clouded over again. Although he tried to resist it, his thoughts returned to sixteen years ago when he was just ten years old and he saw his brother as he had last saw him. His older brother Arthur, lying on a bed like Wayne was now, his face and body covered with the rash that had invaded his body after he returned from Africa from voluntary work. Some doctors said it was a rare kind of malaria, others said it was just a mild infection and he would get well soon. Well, darn them. Damien’s fists clenched and unclenched. All the talking and poking and probing did not one bit of friggin’ help did it. He remembered what Arthur had told him that day he died. Go for it, he had said. Or you’ll find that you have lived in vain no matter how long you’ve lived.

Arthur was the most passionate person Damien had ever and he reckoned, will ever meet. He told Damien that he did not regret going to Africa, even if it meant he would have to not die. We all die sooner or later. It’s not how we die that matters, it’s what we’ve done. Arthur’s biggest ambition in life was always to serve others and he had died doing that.

Damien, on the other hand, had always wanted to be a chef. He used to watch those cooking shows in which people had garden-grown herbs and would explain what each herb did. He would blab for hours on end about the new recipes he’d love to try to Arthur who would sit and listen with an amused smile. Then he would encourage Damien to try them but he lacked the confidence to cook for anyone, afraid that he would be pulled down and criticised. Then Arthur had fallen sick. It had started with a few spots on his back, which developed over night into fierce red markings.

Their mother had sent him to the hospital and he had been kept in for observation. Even though he found it hard to take the hospital food, as his taste buds became unbelievably sensitive due to his illness, he did not complain and shrugged it off when Damien asked, noting that Arthur gagged when he bit into his food. So Damien had made up his mind, and had taken the biggest risk in his life. He decided to cook for Arthur and pack it to the hospital, making appropriate changes to the measurements so that Arthur could eat normally again. So he did everyday without fail.

Slowly the colour started to return to Arthur’s cheeks as time passed. He became more spirited and cheerful like he had been before the rash. He started to ask for Damien to sit beside his bed so he could chat with him. They would discuss all issues under the sun; from the newest movies to deeper subjects like what came after death.

Maybe Arthur knew somehow, that he had not long to live, because the moment had sat down one day, he asked him, what do you plan to do with your life. Damien had immediately replied that he wanted to cook. Then he had blushed furiously, as what he had said sank in him. Arthur had just looked serious and moved on to something else. A few hours passed, Damien was about to leave as the visiting hours ended when Arthur called him and told him to follow his dream, to go for it. Damien told him what he had been telling Arthur every time he raised the subject. Let’s wait till I grow up first. Arthur had shaken his head, amused.

Then the hospital had called during the night. Arthur was gone.

It took Damien a huge period of time to get used to live without Arthur. Without his advice and passion, Damien had felt lost and miserable. That was until what he had said started ringing in his head. He had pondered over it, and one day, he had picked up a wok to cook scrambled eggs, and well, the rest was history.

Damien swivelled around as someone tapped his shoulder insistently. It was Brian.

“I’m going to the lab to examine some stuff. Wake Jesse if he falls asleep.” Brian and Damien looked to Jesse, who was nodding off, his chin sliding off his hands. He looked up sleepily and smiled at them.

“Okay.” Brian left, tripping over his feet on the way to the door. Damien breathed deeply through his nose, and realised the sun was nearly fully risen. Edwin stirred and groaned in reluctance at the thought of waking up. Damien smiled at his thoughts.

It was nearly time for breakfast.

* * *

Edwin had dreamt about nice things; disappearing homework and the characters of his favourite book, Brisingr. He stretched on the soft surface he had slept on until his felt his muscle stretched and smiled in satisfaction. Edwin sat himself up, and surveyed his surroundings through half-opened eyes. His eyes reached Wayne, and everything that had had happened rushed back to him, like a gushing river. He remembered how he had rushed out not caring what happened, with the sole aim of reaching home, how he had got himself stuck in rush hour which had almost drove him crazy. Then he remembered his anger take over, anger at himself. He had almost hurt, if not killed himself, if not for Lucas’s timely intervention. He yawned. Then they had returned, he had taken his dinner and everything after that was unclear.

He tentatively tested his sanity, replaying the scene that drove him out in his mind. He realised he thoughts were now fast and logically, unlike the worry-frayed ones of the day before. He yawned, and lazed back into the couch again when Wayne made a sound that sounded like a cross between a sigh and a yawn. Edwin leaped up and positioned himself by the bed. Wayne’s eyes opened a fraction of an inch. Then he blinked at Edwin, his eyes dancing with joy.

“See, I keep my promises. Argh. God knows I’m so darn tired. Wayne, Edwin had been sitting here staring at you for three days straight before he..uh, passed out.” Jesse took Edwin’s place on the couch and, as Edwin took his, added, “Young people nowadays…”

Edwin stared at Wayne for a moment and exclaimed.

“Dammit Wayne! You made me so damn worried, you know that!?” He felt annoyance and anger surge through him in fierce waves. He lowered his head so that he was staring his hands. “But then, it was my entire fault in the first place…”

Wayne smiled the only smile in the world that would calm Edwin and rested his tube-riddled hand on Edwin upturned ones.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry I made you guys worry.” He choked on his words as a tear rolled down his pale cheek across his acne and down his chin. “I thought… I might never see you again.”

“Don’t worry about things that have passed, Wayne. I promise you to protect you from now. Don’t be afraid when you sleep, because I’m right here beside you. Anyway, it is part of the package to worry about my baby brother. It’s just my luck that I got one as danger-prone as you.” He looked down and found that he was crying as a droplet fell off the tip of his nose and landed on the bed sheet, creating a wet spot. “When you fell into my arms that night, my heart just died there. It would have been dead for ever if you never woke up.”

“Don’t worry about things that have passed, you said. How bad is it? My condition.”

“I’m not very sure. But all you have to do is get well and recover soon.” Edwin gazed hopefully into Wayne’s eyes. “And don’t ever do this again.”

For once, Wayne looked puzzled. His breath was shallow as he struggled to phrase himself. Exasperation flashed in his eyes.
“What do you mean do this? Do you think I did this to myself?! I’m not that-“ His hand slackened in Edwin’s grasp as his chest collapsed and his head rolled to the side.

“Damien! Damien! Quick, get Brian! Wayne’s passed out again!” Edwin shouted wildly. Damien sprang up and dashed out the room.

Nononononono, not again. Wayne please be okay. Wake up, Wayne. Please! Wake up. Edwin buried his head in his hands as Brian rushed into the room, a stethoscope ready in his hand.
~~

Well there's part 12. I love this one!!

I'm taking a break from this story a a while to complete another one. Stay tuned!

How we've changed

2008-11-22T20:28:00.002+08:00

It's cool really how we've gone on our different paths since primary school.

Me with my stories
Janice with her photos
Shirlene with her craziness and guzheng (And MAPLE!)

It makes me wish time stopped then, when we were all 12. (Well, I was 11 but that's besides the point.)

Sigh.

We used to pass notes during chinese class(under Evil Zombie Butt's nose) and write in each other's diary. Then we went to the '3rd floor place' to do the TONS of practice papers we got in preparation for PSLE. We used to laugh at guys together, and go crazy. (All the lick-your-fingers-then-'ssss') Then we went to each other's houses and just chill, watch a movie and eat popcorn.

Haha, i miss those days when I had close friends whom I would chat on the phone for hours on end everyday. Friends I could rely on. (Not that Cookie Wonwon cannot be counted on.) Friends who made each other whole.

Ah well, it's part of growing up.

Growing up means you gotta forgo more things and be more boring.

(Until you have nothing to talk about but your exciting past.) ~~Like Mrs Khor.~~

I'm being sentimental today.

Twit-light???

2008-11-22T12:25:00.003+08:00

You know in Twilight, there's a scene where Edward stops a van from hitting Bella with his bare hands? Yeah, in the movie, there's this scene and after that...

Bella: "Are you going to tell me how you stopped the van?"
Edward: "yea, umh, i had an adrenaline rush. very common. you can google it. "

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!

you can watch it here

It's in the uncut scenes. Although i'm not such a HUGE fan, haha, i can't wait to watch it with Jean-ius. :P

It's 12.30! This means, ahaha. They're HERE!!!

Dedicated to Jean (because I promised her to finish it today)

2008-11-21T21:42:00.002+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 11

Wayne was having his recurring dream again. The one where he was drowning in what felt like water but seemed to be alive. The one he could not breathe in, no matter how he struggled. The one that had creatures snapping at his feet, the sound of their teeth like the whirring of an electric toothbrush as he fought to break the surface. The one where one of the creatures managed to seize his left ankle and dragged him down again as he almost reached the light above him. The one where each puncture that the beast’s incisors made in his skin felt like a red hot poker had been thrust into his ankle. The one in which he thrashed wildly, trying to loosen the creature’s grip on him and cried for Edwin to rescue him. Edwin with his soft arms and ready smile, Edwin with his broad chest which covered Wayne from the world, Edwin his refuge and friend. The dream where he cried and cried in vain. That one that always ended with a crack of his ankle, muffled by the water as the bone broke in the creature’s grasp and a sharp pain coursing through him. And then he was falling and falling, knowing no one was at the bottom to catch him.

Yes, that was the one.

This time, Wayne could sense something different in the dream. This time, it seemed that he was making progress towards the light. He pushed himself against the water that parted under his hands. Clamouring to reach the surface, he tried to ignore the jolts of pain as the beast laboured to hold on to his ankle, its teeth scraping his bone. He squinted and threw out his arms. He felt them cut through the water, emerging in something lighter.

Air.

Wayne clenched his teeth, and kicked out at the creature, pushing himself up. Up, away from his doom below. He pushed himself out of the water. His eyes burst open, his heart was beating in his ears and he was gulping air, gasping. He found a white light shining down at him, a light far too bright. His chest was heaving and his face was wet. Something was stuck on his face, tying him down. No, no, no. This must be another one of their drugs. He reached to tear it off his face, only to discover when he lifted it, his hand was heavy and would start to throb. He forced his body upright, though it protested and he felt rather light headed after the feat. As he closed his hand over the mask on his face, a hand pushed his hand away gently and a voice told him that he was safe. It sounded like Brian to Wayne, but he refused to let himself believe he had escaped successfully, that he had reached his brothers and that they would keep him safe now.

Often he had fantasised about this very moment during his capture, but he did not want to believe, because if he did, it would show that his tormenters had won and that he lost his mind. He looked up in the bright light, and saw Brian and what seemed to be Damien behind him. Surely, they did not have the means to do this. Surely… And yet, he looks so real. Like…

“Brian…” The word escaped Wayne’s lips in a breath, before he swayed and collapsed back down again. Brian rushed to the machines that surrounded him and started to take stock of them. Suddenly, the door burst open and Jesse tore in with his eyes fixed on Wayne

“Wayne!” He exclaimed before continuing in a softer tone. “Oh, Wayne. You scared us.”

Wayne shifted his eyes from one brother to the other, trying to determine if they were indeed real. His mind counted a total of three brothers. Three. He blinked and tried to determine who was missing. Lucas. Lucas and Edwin. Edwin!

“Edwin, where’s Edwin?” Wayne struggled to stay afloat, now that he had finally succeeded in breathing. He vaguely saw Jesse turning to Damien who shook his head slightly. “What happened to him? Tell…me. Please…Is….he hurt?”

Jesse sat down beside Wayne and took his hand in his.

“No…No, he isn’t. He’s…not here now.” Jesse explained awkwardly, as he patted Wayne’s hand. Wayne’s breathing was laboured now, and it hurt him to inhale. “Go to sleep, Wayne. Take a rest and I promise Edwin will be here when you wake up.”

“No, I…don’t…want to.” He winced as his breath cut his lungs. “I…don’t…want…to. I’m…scared….I…I…can’t…do it.”

“Don’t worry Wayne. Don’t worry, you’re safe now. Nothing can hurt you when we’re here to protect you. I promise you.” He gripped Wayne’s hand tighter. “I will be here to keep you safe. They’ll have to go through me if they want to get to you. And Edwin will be here when you wake. I give you my word. My word which I have never broken before.”

Wayne smiled weakly.

“I’ll hold you to it.” He closed his eyes and then the darkness closed over him, like a scavenger pouncing over a dead prey.

Jesse released Wayne’s hand when he felt it go limp as Wayne slipped into his dreams again. He stood up, walking to Brian’s side.

“How is he?” Jesse glanced at the beeping machine that Brian was studying.

“He should be fine with Edwin and more rest, although he gets these nightmares and screams as if…” Brian trailed off, trying to organise his thoughts. “He screams for Edwin. For help.”

“I know, Lucas, Edwin and I witnessed one yesterday.” He frowned anxiously. “I need you to keep an eye on his body signals. Maybe you can find a cure for the dreams.” Jesse cocked his head to the side. “Wake me if I ever fall asleep. I gave my word.”

“My guess for a cure would be to constantly reassure him of his safety. He seems to hold unbelief of it.” Brian dipped his head. “I will. And of Edwin…?”

“He should be waking up in another few hours or so. Ample time. We just have to keep an eye when he does meet Wayne.”Jesse scratched the stubble on his chin as Brian nodded and turn to the beeping machine again. He smiled to Damien, who was staring at Wayne, his eyes cast on his own thoughts. When he did not return it, Jesse sat himself on the chair beside Wayne with his elbows on the bed and his chin cupped in his hands.

Slowly he took stock of every one of his brothers in the room, recording in his mind, who he needed to take extra care of and who he would have to keep an eye on.

~
I love Wayne's character! :D
I promised Jean to finish today. AND I DID! haha

I can't wait. TOMORROW!

they'll be here.

呼呼下班了

2008-11-20T15:05:00.004+08:00

唐門：小花，你見過我爸爸你覺得他是個什麽様子的人？

小花：他是一個嚴肅的人，不過我看得出來，他跟你一様是好人哦。

一个脾氣很蘾的好人，然後其實很愛你的好人。

唐門：好，謝了晚安

~

不良笑花好好看哦！

A brief announcement.

2008-11-19T20:07:00.003+08:00

I am regretful to announce that there will be a slight if not huge delay in part 11, as i am trying to fix some problems in the plot and details.

Dismaying as it is, i have yet to write an outline for the story. The cause of that is that I have yet to find a suitable villian to unlease all my sadistic-ness and cunning through.

Sorry! XD

It needs to be JUST right. yes.

Pleasantly nutty flavour?

2008-11-19T10:17:00.002+08:00

You know what makes me happy?

(Not in specific order)

Brisingr
Awei(!!!)
Being high with Olas
Going out with specific people
Walking and talking with close friends
六棒coming to Singapore
People reading my story
六棒updating their blog and albums
Getting math questions correct
New episodes of my favourite Taiwanese drama

Getting a good feeling about the parts of the story

You know what makes me pissed?
(In specific order)

The guy stalking Olas
Adults who don't understand but pretend they do

Constraints
Disrespectful juniors
My sister

Myself

But take heart in the fact that Olas's stalker hasn't found my blog.

Yet.

All about Jean!

2008-11-18T10:18:00.005+08:00

Caroline --

[noun]:

A person who laughs at anything (even this entry)

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.c om

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Haha, credits to Jean's blog for these quizes, which are SOOOO true! If you met me before you'd know that. I hope you all enjoyed Part 10, I think it's really goooood! :D

Anyway, another task from the JEAN-IUS.

This here is Hayley Williams, lead singer of Paramore!

Note to Jean: now, you have to blog about my obssesion, 黑糖群侠传！

(pictures in our sharing folder. :D)

Can't resist the temptation. Credits to Pearlx.

好帅哦！

Going to cut my hair later.

2008-11-17T21:37:00.003+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 10

Jesse felt a nagging sense of unease as he passed Wayne’s room, having decided to take the long way out. He crept past the door, gripping his steaming mug of milk in both hands. Then he stopped a few steps in front of the door and stepped backwards. Sighing, he shook his head at his own never-ending anxiety and flipped the door handle. You’re really getting old. Always fretting and worrying are sure signs, you know. He chided himself with an amused smile as he closed the door gently behind himself.

Taking care not to hit into anything, he set his mug on a convenient surface, carefully so that it would not make a clinking sound with it contacted with the table. He smiled briefly and gestured towards Wayne when his eyes met with Brian’s puzzled ones. Brian nodded knowingly. Jesse surveyed the room. Albeit Brian, the others were all sound asleep; Wayne in his unconsciousness, Edwin in his drug-induced slumber, Lucas at his usual seat by the window and Damien by the table, his head leaning against its wood. Jesse tapped his chin as he worked out what he would do. He decided he would move Edwin. Lucas was fine where he was and Damien he could not move. But he would check on them when he was done.

Edwin snorted gently in his slumber, his arms moving to make space for his head to rest on the cool soft sheets of the hospital bed. He’s gonna have an ache in his neck when he wakes, Jesse pressed Edwin’s chest backwards tenderly so that his back rested in the crook of Jesse’s left arm. His dark hair fell over his eyes as his head rolled limply at the lack a support, bumping into Jesse’s arm, at which he rubbed contentedly, like he would with his pillow. Jesse slipped his right arm into the crook of Edwin’s knees and carried him onto the couch under the window ledge where Lucas was. Jesse unhooked the jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair had sat in as he grunted and rolled farther into comfort of the couch so that he fit snugly in it. Jesse tucked the jacket on Edwin, making sure it covered his bare arms and shoulders. Especially the parts that had been affected by the fall he had when he was young. The one that broke his arm and dislocated his shoulder. The one he had when he was trying out the monkey bars with Wayne. Jesse knew it still hurt when it got too cold; he remembered hearing grunts coming from the room that Wayne and Edwin shared, always during the nights in winter when the temperatures was the lowest, as Edwin tried to bear his agony silently, although he had yet to master it. Jesse knew he was heavily dependent on Wayne when the pain acted up. Wayne who would leap out of bed and throw the warmest clothing they had on to Edwin and rub his arms, trying to ease the pain while Edwin would thrash around weakly as if the devils themselves were on him. His hair soaked with sweat and his brow hot, he would thrash until he had wasted his energy and would eventually fall into slumber. Often he would be too tired the next day to do anything and would rest in bed with only Wayne at home to watch over him. It was like a disease, one that he was ashamed of.

Jesse stretched himself across Edwin, to reach Lucas. His head on his chest, Lucas was pale and his breath shallow. Jesse scowled at himself, had he gone after Edwin himself Lucas would not have been hurt. Jesse slowly inched his bandaged hand from being crushed between his body and the window, placed it onto Lucas’s lap. Unlike Edwin, Lucas was unreadable and indifferent, devoid of extreme displays of emotions. Jesse turned slowly; he patted Brian’s back and whispered, “Well, I’ll be off then.” Brian nodded and squeezed Jesse’s wrist. Jesse picked up his mug and headed for the door, his mug was now warm. As he reached to turn the handle, there were light knocks on the door, he opened the door, and was puzzled to see a young lady with brown locks and dark eyes smiling at him. She wore jeans and a brown jacket over a blue shirt. With one hand behind her back, she grinned.

“Hey there.” Her voice was soft and gentle, her eyes joyful.

Jesse allowed a smile to creep over his features and light up his entire face. It was she he had been missing, Ruth, his girlfriend of seven years. The girl he planned to marry.

“Well if it helps things, I brought some cookies, freshly baked.” She pulled her hand from behind her; it bore a lime green plate with chocolate chip cookies with cling wrap covering them.

“ Yeah, it does. You do. Come on, I’ve missed you so much.” He caught her hand in his and brought her into the darkness of the night. He brought her to his car and sat her on the passenger seat, while he got on the driver’s. He glanced at her and found her staring. The words came out in a rush.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t seen you for so long. It’s just that everything been so overwhelming and I haven’t had time to tell you anything except the message. I don’t know when Wayne will be well again and how Edwin will be without him. This had pushed him so much, past his limits. He would be dead by now if it wasn’t for Lucas, who rescued him and everything.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “I missed you so much through it all. I-“He stopped short as Ruth leaned into him and kissed him, cutting him off. Their lips touched again and again, soft and longing. Then, by unspoken consent, they stopped. Their eyes were close as they leaned on the other’s forehead, breathing.

“Hmmm, I missed you too.” She whispered. “And I understand.”

Jesse smiled and pulled away, intertwining his fingers with hers. Then he started talking, telling her everything, just like her had before all the mess had broken out. It felt so much like old times, when he looked into her eyes, which were understanding and attentive.

There they sat, talking until Jesse’s phone rang, breaking the peace. His face changed from weariness to excitement as the voice in his ear spoke. He sprang up to face Ruth, “It’s Wayne! He’s awake!”

~~

Oh!!!

The Plot Thickens....

2008-11-13T21:32:00.003+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 9

Lucas watched Edwin; like he had been for the last day or so. Edwin had been asleep for the past hour. Even though he had given strict orders to wake him up if he ever fell asleep, none of the gang had the heart to do that.

Edwin had been keeping vigilant by Wayne’s bed since he had left in the middle of breakfast. That was two days ago. Their parents had returned from their business trip. Their father had taken one look at Wayne and left again, muttering angrily about ‘doing something about this’ under his breath. Jesse had called for a family meeting among the brothers; he had told them that those who had to go to work must go to work and those to school likewise. He said that they would take turns to stay with Wayne. But Edwin had shaken his head gravely and told them that he was not going anywhere. He refused to budge in his decision despite Damien and Brian’s fierce objection that he had to take care of himself before he could Wayne.

Edwin had, without flinching, replied, “I need to prove myself. Wayne needs me.” Before Brian could protest, Jesse had made his decision clear. I think he’s right. Eventually, they had managed to come to a compromise. Edwin could stay with Wayne as long as he wanted but he must take his meals. Of course, Edwin took the chance to add a few conditions of his own, which included the others having to wake him up if he fell asleep. Then, they had agreed on taking six hour shifts in pairs. Lucas with Jesse and Damien with Brian.

After the meeting had been dispersed, Jesse had pulled Lucas aside and asked him to watch Edwin for him, if he ever was not around. Lucas had given his word. I already am. Lucas knew Jesse was trying his best and that he was really not as strong and fearless as the rest of the brothers made him out to be; as vulnerable as every one of them.

Lucas watched as Edwin murmured in his sleep, his voice slurred with lethargy. As Lucas sighed, Edwin drew a deep breath and snuggled deeper into the cradle his arms made.

He must be drained, Lucas thought. Too exhausted to even stay awake, then, why did he force himself so? He should never have heard what Wayne said. No, he must be in even worse shape than Wayne by now. It’s up to me then. To make sure he is safe.

Edwin had refused to sleep for the past two days, even if he did keep his promise to take his meals punctually. No matter how many his brothers made, promising to keep an eye on Wayne while he slept. He would sit by Wayne, concentrating on him with so much determination in his eyes; it was as if he could, by his will alone, wake Wayne. Then Wayne had spoken through his unconsciousness.

It had been almost dinner time, Lucas and Jesse had just switched shifts with Damien and Brian. Edwin had been staring at Wayne again. Wayne had started to whimper as if he was having bad dream. Edwin had grabbed Wayne’s hand as the first rays of hope started to grow in his heart. It was as if time had frozen in the room as everyone waited in anticipation, for something, anything to happen. Then, Wayne had started to cry out and thrash about weakly. The anticipation in the room quickly turned to concern.

“Edwin! Edwin, save me. Edwin! They’re coming. It hurts. Edwin!” The fear in Wayne’s voice was awful like fingernails scratching a blackboard, painful. Jesse had been the first to react; he pinned down Wayne’s arms and legs, so that he would not hurt himself. Edwin had stood up, and backed away from Wayne, dazed. Then he had whipped around and sprinted out and away from the room. Wayne was still, Jesse was upright, panting. Lucas had taken a step towards the door. He saw Jesse shake his head slightly, but Lucas had made his decision, who was Jesse to stop him?

He had taken off after Edwin, down the hall and out of the hospital, making sure to keep out of sight. He had followed Edwin as he had started his car; Lucas had unlocked his bicycle from its stand and gave chase. Panting, he had tried to keep up with the red car as it made its way through the evening traffic. The car had soon joined the mass of vehicles stuck in rush hour; another victim of the stingy new mayor. Lucas had allowed himself a rest while he scanned through the throng, his eyes searching for Edwin’s. Once he found it, he locked his eyes on it, only inching forward when it did. He had felt frustration building up in him when he had seen Edwin struggling with the door, gotten out to survey his surroundings, then apparently deciding there was nothing he could do, had gotten into the seat again.

As soon as Edwin had guided the car into Quno Street, Lucas had whipped into a direction entire different from Edwin. It was this deciding street that had allowed Lucas to determine where Edwin would be going. Home. Lucas had been taking the short cut, one that would allow him to travel as fast as he could without being seen by Edwin, shorter but less safe than the road more commonly taken. He had tried to steer his bicycle through the slippery forest road, muddy from the nearby river which was the source of the town’s fresh water. There had been a few times he lost control of his bicycle, causing it to skid wildly and throwing him off. But he had chewed on his lip, willing the throbbing in his leg to subside as the house came into view, his thoughts were only on Edwin. This must be the last straw, after everything.

His bicycle had veered shapely when he braked, causing him to fall and raking his right arm against the ground. It was a deep clean cut that ran from his elbow to the middle of his arm. He had gasped and stopped to examine the damage done when there had been a sound of screeching wheels on gravel. He had hoisted himself to his feet, quickly rinse the blood away from his arm with the tap outside the house that was used to clean mud from their bare feet when the brothers had a day out and had sprinted into the house. He had grabbed a bunch of tissues on his way to Edwin’s room and pressed them against his arm. He had slowed down upon reaching Edwin’s room, as it had dawned on him that he did not have the slightest idea how to comfort him. He had stood quietly, the unseen protector as his blood seeped through the first layers of tissues but did not continue beyond that. He had leaned on the door frame, breathing heavily. He had watched as Edwin cried into his pillow, screamed and suddenly began to bash his head against the wall. Lucas had dropped his tissues, his arms limp by his side and had rushed into the room. He had wrapped his arms around Edwin and dumped him onto the bed, where Lucas had held him until his sobs had subsided into hiccups, not caring if his arm had hurt like hell.

Then Lucas had brought Edwin back to the hospital in his car where he got fourteen stitches for his arm and related whatever had happened to Jesse. He told Jesse to give Edwin some sleeping pills in food, that they must resort to it or he would hurt himself. Lucas had resumed his position behind Edwin who was once again beside Wayne’s bed. Before Jesse had gone to collect food for Edwin, he had had come over to Lucas and had dipped his head gratefully, Lucas had turned his head away. It was not until he heard the click of the closing door that he had sighed and lowered his head.

Now Edwin turned in his sleep, betraying none of his rashness and the sadness that had driven to it. Lucas stretched and fingered the gauze that covered his wound. Edwin owed him one. He hoisted himself on to the extended window sill; his back against one wall and his legs extended until they touched the opposite wall. Soon, he would be too tall to rest like this.

He let his head loll towards the window and closed his eyes. He liked it like that, no one knowing much about him, no one knowing that he liked to sleep this because he loved to wake up to the first rays of the sun on his face.

He loved to help but it was safer this way. Perhaps it was selfish of him but the less they knew about him, the less they could use against him.

~~~

Whahaha! Finally! I've done it! Part 10 tomorrow, it's already done. Just need to type out and add a few finishing touches. :D

Another reason for Jean's spastic behaviour.( And some other things.)

2008-11-12T20:57:00.003+08:00

This, guys is Brenda Song/ London Tipton.
She's BRILLIANT in Zack and Cody.
haha
(Yay, ME! Starring London Tipton!)

This here is THAT GUY. Pearlx's main reason to behave spastically.
He's such an idiot!
GOODNESS! And she calls 六棒 idiots.

I probably have no right to scold him. But really, when you're hurt go stay at home and rest. Don't make like all your ,don't know, thousands/ millions of fans just worry about you for every minute of the day.

You! Better stay at home and REST AND GET WELL!
Now that you're officially on my obssesion list, hmpf. I have the right to worry about you too.

:P

Anyway. Today I was super PISSED with ahem (a choir teacher). It's like WHAT THE HELL! We (most of the choir com) went there at 11 am, 2.5 hours before choir started. We moved all the things OUT(hey, have you ever had sectionals in there, the amount of dust there is like waking up Qin Shi Huang, okay.)

Then, everyone were having their dust allergies start up. And there were still those millions of tiny pieces of things on the floor that poked our feet. The amount of ELDDS stuff is horrendous, and we can't throw them away. It's OKAY, okay. Then we just pesevered, because Mrs. Yeap wanted it done.

Then we went to the first floor, borrowed mops and detergent. Why? Because we want to do a good job right? We swept the floor up, sweep don't know how many hundred of times, there's still dust flying down from the shelf above. Why? The seniors never bothered to clean the place. Then we mopped the place. Every one was already super tired from moving the things out because of the amount of things. Then, mop so many times. It was already 12.30 okay! We then sorted out the ELDDS stuff and Melizo stuff, keeping the ELDDS and throwing the Melizo(Hello! you're sharing the storeroom with us and all you bother to do and tell us not to throw your things!) Finish already, it's 1.15. This is with full man power hor!

The nice cleaner auntie told us they will help to throw away the things, so we thanked them and went off for lunch. Everyone was like super hot, hungry,thirsty, tired. But we still made it back by 1.45 like we promised.

And then all the thanks we got was a scolding and you were shouting your head off for missing 15 minutes of choir.

WHY IS 15MINUTES OF CHOIR MORE IMPORTANT THAN COMING 2.5 HOURS EARLIER TO CLEAN UP THAT DAMN STOREROOM WHICH NONE OF THE TEACHER EVER STEP IN IN THE FIRST PLACE????

HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLOOOOOO!

If you're THAT appreciative of our efforts, CLEAN IT YOURSELF!

argh.

2008-11-11T10:51:00.003+08:00

Hey! Say yes 接受邀请！

陌生或熟悉我们统统欢迎！

Welcome 谁都可以！

Today has been satisfactory so far(it's 10.55 in the morning).
I've practised In A Persian Market and come online. I really start on the homework later, meanwhile I really should write up all my characters(Wayne, Edwin, Lucas, Damien, Brian, Jesse)
Or, do part 9.

I really should. WHAHAHA! But i'm feeling crazy today. So I won't.

Jean's reasons to behave spastically.

2008-11-10T21:06:00.005+08:00

This Post is dedicated to

the ~~(self declared)~~ Super Cute Section Leader/ Sexy Jean/ Jeanius/Porkerexic
(and a whole lot of other names).
and her LOVES!

which include

Jay Chou
周杰伦
（music genius）

[He's voice is so sleep-initiating-thing,
and helps when you're trying to write too!]
Wu Zun
吴尊
（you know he's HOT when even my mom likes him.）
[look at his arms!!]

Joey Zehr
-he had no chinese name-
('Joey ZAH!?' -Cheryl&Casmine)

['So HOT!!!'- Jean]

Cole & Dylan Sprouse
(The funniest/straightest-face-when-telling-a-joke 'kids' ever!
Even though they're older than me...)

['So HOT!!!' - Jean]
Ashley Tisdale
(Like the _____est person on Earth!!!)

['So HOT!!!' (??)- Jean]

P.S. Pictures Credit to Jean and her search engine. :D

'The Gorrillas （guerrillas）combed the surrounding area.' reads my sister.

2008-11-10T19:31:00.004+08:00

Hellooooo!

I love this skin, athough it's black. I'm sorry I haven't done Part 9 yet. Have been ~~lazy~~ busy.

Haha! I just realised that however how bright and invisable a colour looks on white, it'll look great on my blogskin. That's the beauty of it.

AND!
It's big enough to house the youtube videos without crossing over to some thing that it shouldn't.

To celebrate i shall post a video which i think has made it to my favourites of all time!

2008-11-08T16:25:00.002+08:00

I'm using the computer so much that I suddenly feel like picking up a blunt pencil and just start scribbling with the sss sss sss of the pencil on paper.

It's really addictive. (!!!)
I really should go and sit to read , write or do homework or something. I'm really wasting my holidays away!! Argh! Thinking of writing a romance, but I have little experience with that genre. I don't want it to end up sounding something cliche or something too far. If you get what I mean...

Just something... DIFFERENT. (innocent love, yeah?) like a song and a secret the story I wrote, remember??

Sigh, just go scribble, idiot.

2008-11-07T19:51:00.001+08:00

This is In A Persian Market which i'm learning now. It's cool!

Reading Shakespere. >.<

2008-11-06T17:01:00.002+08:00

A little Hamlet! :D

Hamlet: I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers, if you added all their love together, couldn't match mine. What are you going to do for her?
King: O, he is mad, Laertes.
Queen: For the love of God, leave him alone.
Hamlet: Damn it, show me what you're going to do for her. Will you cry? Fight? Stop eating? Cut yourself? Drink vinegar? Eat a crocodile? I'll do all that. Did you come here to whine? To outdo me by jumping into her grave so theatrically? To be buried alive with her? So will I. And if you rattle on about mountains, then let them throw millions of acres over us. It will be so high a peak that it scrapes against heaven and makes Mount Ossa look like a wart. See? I can talk crazy as well as you.
Credit of translation to http://nfs.sparknotes.com/hamlet/page_296.html

I really like the above passage. Very hard to read in my original Shakepeare language. I type the whole thingy out and realised that they have the morden translation. :P

haha! I'm gonna read the whole thing. :D Although the old version still has its charm, but I really can't understand it sometimes. :p

Alright, dinner.

2008-11-04T21:15:00.003+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story

Part 8

Brian arrived when Damien was still getting breakfast ready and the smell of scrambled eggs was infused in the air, hinting at what Damien was cooking up. He leaned on the marble counter that was groaning under the load of the feast Damien had made with his magic hands to make up for the last few days he had not cooked, beaming like he had stroke lottery.

“What, you stroke lottery?” Damien asked without looking up, for the fearing of overcooking his eggs.

“Better yet,” Brian’s voice softened into a conspiring whisper. “We moved Wayne out of Intensive Care this morning.”

“Oh my…” Damien reached out his hand towards Brian for a high five. “That’s great man!” Brian met his palm. “So what’s his condition now?”

“He-“

“Wait! Pass me that plate. Let me scoop this out first. Yikes, it’s too cooked.” He lifted the too-scrambled eggs out of the pot and onto the plate Brian held out. Damien added the plate to the pile of cooked food and then wiped his hands on a cloth hanging on a nearby cupboard door handle. “Edwin needs to hear, the whole family too! Help me get all these out and set the table, you tell them over breakfast.”

Damien gestured to the dishes as he picked two up, one on each hand.

“Yooooo! Breakfast!” Damien sent his voice into the depths of the house. It was followed by answering shouts of “yeahs” and “alrights”.

Through the side door, Edwin trudged into the room, his shoulders slumped and his feet dragging behind him. He had heavy eye bags under his swollen eyes which were drained of all emotion. Hugging Wayne’s toy dog to his chest with one hand, he tucked the other one into a pocket of his jeans. Silently, he went into the kitchen and pulled out a jar of freshly squeezed orange juice that Damien always made the night before.

“Hey Ed, hey Wayne’s girlfriend.” Brian greeted him with a smile, acknowledging Wayne’s toy dog with a nickname he had given it, on the account that Wayne had, without fail, kissed good night and tucked it in bed every night, when he was little, and it had stuck. Edwin stared at Brian, his eyes wide. He frowned as if trying to grasp a solution to math problem.

What are you doing here, when Wayne’s- I mean, how Wayne?” Edwin struggled to keep his question from sounding like an accusation.

“Well, he was fine, so I thought I’d drop back home for breakfast.” Brian explained, keeping his voice matter –of-fact.

“How could you-“Edwin hissed before being interrupted by Damien who was leaning on the door frame.

“Hey slowpokes! Breakfast’s ready and everyone’s waiting for you two!” He grinned and waited until they had passed him before he sighed and shook his head slightly, smiling.

Gathered at the dining table, the five brothers sat before the feast like practised debutantes instead of ravenous young fellows; their hands folded neatly across their laps. It was a routine that was practised for their father deemed self-discipline what made a gentleman different from a common lad. It was not until the head of the house had allowed them to start, might they devour what was before them.

Jesse cleared his throat and the noise died away.

“Just an announcement. The folks just called; they’re coming back tomorrow. And, erm. Pops said he’s really proud of how we handled the situation.” He frowned slightly and waved a hand in the air vaguely. “ Anyway, let us eat.”

The words barely left his lips before the silence at the table turned into buzzing chatter. Damien nudged Brian under the table, and kicked his shin when he turned to stare blankly at him.
“Hey hey hey.” He said, only to be ignored by the rest of the table. “Wait! Stop!” His voice escalated loud enough to be heard above the noise. There was immediate silence; Brian cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Heh.Yeah. Give me a minute. We moved Wayne out of Intensive this morning. I reckon it should be uphill from now on. Okay, erm, you can continue.” He spread his hands generously. When he was done this time, no one moved or spoke, as all of them tried to comprehend the news that Brian had just presented them.

Edwin was the one who broke the silence, he gasped. Then as if he had broken a spell that bound them, the entire table erupted with shouts of joy. Amidst the chaos, Edwin clenched his fist around Wayne’s toy dog, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, as if he were praying for courage. Then he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and stood up, so quickly that his chair toppled backwards with a deafening crash. Hush settled once again over the table.

“I’m going over. Now.” Edwin’s voice was like a knife slicing into the silence, and like a gunshot that signals the starting of a race.

Instead of a race, his voice was the spark that got the fire going, which in this case was the entire table exploding into yells of agreement. Jesse met Edwin’s eyes above the ruckus; he nodded as if he understood the need Edwin felt. Then he nudged his head towards the doors, Edwin grinned. Jesse was giving him permission, his big brother was telling him it was okay to go. Go, go, go. His brain was shouting and he found himself nodding.

“Alright. Let’s go.” He muttered under his breath, and took off in the direction of the outdoors, almost slipping and falling over his feet in his rush. He left the rest of his brothers in his wake, being stunned into silence. He skidded to a halt in front of his sneakers and slipped his feet into them roughly. As he was about to take off again, he heard someone calling his name. He looked up to see Jesse’s approaching figure.

“Hey Ed, wait a minute.” Jesse murmured as he caught up with Edwin.

“Here,” He said digging some keys out of his pocket and pressing them into Edwin’s palm. “Take her.”

“Well… Heh.” Edwin ran his fingers through his hair uncomfortably. He would be glad to take ‘her’ except, ‘her’ meant Jesse’s baby, his shiny black Labrador. No one drove her apart from Jesse. It was the unspoken rule in the family since he had brought it home almost two years ago, then a pile of junk that could not even start. But Jesse, the family mechanic had transformed it into a beauty. He had tested it to determine which part worked and which did not. Those which did not, he threw away and bought replacements. Those that did, he kept until he had money to buy new ones, good ones. Now, it made heads turn when he drove it downtown, that always made Jesse grin like a fool.

“It’s okay. Or you were planning to walk there?” He asked, his face full and trusting. “Just take care of Wayne for us, yeah.” Edwin nodded once and ran off in the bright sunlight, towards the shiny black vehicle that sat like a proud Labrador showing off at a dog show.

~
Yo!
Sorry for not posting, I was in Penang for 3 days.
Hope you all enjoy this part although it rather clumsy because I wrote over the time of 3 days. And writers all know something that is written at one shot is always the best. Replies of tags at a later date.

All I can say is 8 parts is quite a feat.

2008-10-30T10:36:00.007+08:00

敖犬生日快乐！

2008-10-29T21:39:00.003+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story
Part 7

In the distance, the sky glinted with a deep orange and yellow, in anticipation for new morning. Edwin pulled the jacket he wore tighter around himself and drew his knees closer to his chest as a gust of cold wind cut into his cheek.

When he had reached his room the night before, he had switched his brain off and let his tired body take over. Dragging his feet into and then out of the shower, he had forced himself to look straight because he had realized that everything in the room were indications that it was missing an occupant and that Edwin was missing his brother and best friend. From the the bottle of unopened shaving cream which Wayne had bought for ‘just in case’ to the book on the bed stand with a bookmark in its side, marking where Wayne had left off and the messy table strewn with Edwin’s unfinished mathematical project were raw reminders of how time had frozen from the minute Wayne had disappeared to the present, that he was not there to finish what he had started and that fateful moment which had sent all their lives spinning into a violent motion.

Lying in bed that night, he had released the catch that was holding back all his weariness and had let himself curl up into a ball. Not caring if anyone heard him, he had let himself cry until his eyes could not be opened. As his sobs had slowly ceased, and he had laid hiccupping softly in the darkness, the line between being awake and sleeping became blur and he felt his head loll to the side through the mist that engulfed him.

He had dreamt that he was in a never-ending white hall with many doors. As he opened every one of them, he was greeted with past memories of Wayne and himself. He stepped into the third door he opened, and walked into a playground during autumn. He was himself, and he was learning, with Wayne, how to play on the monkey bars. Brian was teaching them. Wayne stepped on the rungs and pulled himself up the first rung. Slowly but steadily, he climbed to the fifth rung and dropped on to the ground. He beamed, and punched his fists into the air. Yes, he seemed to say, I’m almost there. He felt himself volunteer to try and Brian ruffled his hair, encouraging him. He stepped carefully on the first rung, copying what Brian had showed them, adjusting his footing when he needed to. He pulled himself up on the first rung, testing his weight and then went for the second. Slowly, he made his way to the fifth rung, meaning to break Wayne’s record. As he reached for the sixth rung, he turned back to smile at his audience, then his hand closed over the sixth rung, grabbing air, as his other hand released. His smile turned to a look of horror, as he felt himself fall to the ground and his left arm landed under him, sending a crack of white-hot agony shooting up his arm.

A film seemed to cloud over his eyes, he saw through the mist, two faces and someone rubbing was rubbing his shoulder. He heard someone screaming and shouting his name but he was not sure what the person was saying, it sounded like ‘eh-wwen’. He wanted to tell the person to get his name right or not say it at all. Suddenly he was on the porch with Wayne beside him. The light in the horizon was bright and yellow, dense orange with yellow. Yellow like a banana. Edwin turned his head to his side with a smile on his face when he saw Wayne’s transfixed eyes. He chuckled.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wayne turned to meet his gaze and beamed.

“Thank you.”

Edwin had woken up with a jolt, shouting Wayne’s name. He had allowed himself to take deep breaths until he was no longer hyperventilating. He had checked the clock and saw that it was 6.37am, just in time for the sunrise. Without any hesitation, he had grabbed his jacket; the one his brothers had given him for his last birthday. As he reached for the door knob, posed to open it, he had turned back to run his eyes through the room; to check if he had left anything behind, as was his habit. His eyes had rested on the white ragged toy dog that sat on Wayne’s pillow. He had clutched its paw and brought it with him, out to the porch.

The toy dog had been given to Wayne by his father just before he had left for the war. Wayne had kept it by his side every moment of the day, but not as often when he grew older. Now, he only let it sleep by his side every night, the tradition broken only because he had been injured and no one had yet to bring anything for him.

Edwin hugged the toy dog nearer to his chest and held his breath as the sun, magnificent as it was rose out of the darkness and shook the horizon off like an unwanted skin. Edwin snuggled his chin into the toy dog and felt himself smile a real smile that reached his eyes for the first time in what had felt like forever. Perhaps, he thought, this is why it means so much to Wayne.

The thought seemed to hang in the air, as if even the surrounding plants and the sky were waiting for something. For something they were so familiar to.

For Wayne.

~

Whahaha! I really like this part. Better than the last one. :D

Six's Just Right, GO!

2008-10-29T10:44:00.002+08:00

haha, I went and visited my old blog and corrected the skin problems. :P

That was why I abadoned it in the first place because the skin was all over the place and I didn'tknow how to fix it.

Here it is

MY OLD BLOG

2008-10-28T21:23:00.000+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story
Part 6

Jesse adjusted the rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on Edwin as he drove. He knew this was all very hard on all of them, but Edwin had taken it especially hard. He probably did not know it but when he fell asleep in the waiting room, he had been thrashing about in his sleep and mumbling about how it was all his fault that Wayne had been hurt, how he had not taken care of him properly. Damien and Lucas had looked to Jesse, but he had shaken his head somberly. He had told himself then that he had to keep special attention on Edwin; try to understand what he was going to and try to help. Especially to make him take care of himself; eat normally and not mope around. It worried Jesse that Edwin, once voracious, would now refuse to eat and walked around with a dazed look on his face.

Jesse glanced at Edwin through the rearview mirror, and was relieved to see him gazing out of the window with his chin cupped in his hand, silent like the rest of his brothers. Edwin had initially been quick to volunteer to drive them back, but Jesse had easily persuaded him to take his car, on the account that it was bigger and that Edwin was in no state to drive. After all, he had just passed his driving test and was still

When they reached home for the first time in three days, the brothers wandered like zombies to their respective shared rooms. The house was owned by their foster father and his wife, who never had any children of their own, but it was just as well. After all they already had too many. They were not at home at the moment; due to their rapidly expanding business, they had been called away for an urgent business trip to Europe.

Jesse sighed as he locked the big doors that guarded the house; he knew he would be too tired to lock them if he did not do it now. He walked down the hall that branched into the family’s rooms and popped his head in the one that Damien shared with Lucas.

“Hey Demy! Whip up something for the gang, will ya. ” He hollered, calling Damien by his pet name. Jesse knew that even though everyone was probably too tired for anything, he had to make sure they had some real food in the stomachs after all the junk and coffee they had been having the past few days.

“Will do!” Damien called back, a smile in his voice. Jesse knew he had just made Damien’s day. Damien was the family chef with amazing hands; he could magic the greatest tasting delicacies from the most common ingredients. He loved to cook, and because of the circumstances they had been in for the past few days, he had not stepped in the kitchen in three days, which was probably far too long for him.

Jesse grabbed the nearest pieces of clothing he had in his cupboard, trudged into the bathroom and peeled his stale clothes off his body. Sighing, he stepped in the shower and let the heat of the water wash off all the sadness and discomfort he had felt in the last few days. He felt his tense muscles relax and he allowed the responsibilities he had, being the leader of the gang melt away with the water.

He grabbed the towel hanging beside the sliding door and dried himself with his eyes closed; the warmth in the water had let the his sleepiness magnify until it seemed so overwhelming that even the smallest act of opening his eyes seemed like an enormous task. He dressed quickly, almost wearing his pants the wrong side up. He tripped out of the bathroom and landed on his bed. As his brain started to shut down, there was a little nagging thought in his head that kept recurring in the little corner of his mind. As much as he tried to grasp it, it kept slipping away. Slowly he slipped in his dreams, his last thought was of how lucky he was that Brian was in the hospital or he would not have been able to shower first.

Then he slept.

~

This is really not up to standard.

2008-10-27T19:34:00.007+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Six's Just Right" Story
Part 5

Edwin groaned wearily; a natural reflex. A voice was telling him something but he could not process it. He tried to pushed it out of his head, all he knew was that he was tired and wanted to sleep some more.

“Five more minutes, Jess, please, just five more...” He moaned sleepily, trying to convince the voice to leave him alone. But the voice did not go away; instead it persisted, and started to shake him by his shoulders.

“Edwin? Edwin? Brian’s done! Edwin…” The voice trailed off.

“Hmmm…What does Brian have to do with me?” Edwin mumbled, still in his stupor.

“Edwin… Edwin, it’s Wayne.”

Wayne… Wayne. This name echoed in Edwin’s mind. Wayne! Edwin jerked awake as the name released the floodgate of memories from the day before. He grabbed the person, whose voice apparently belonged to, by the elbow and found himself staring into the anxious face of Lucas.

“Wayne what?” Edwin demanded, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Brian’s done his job, Wayne’s in intensive care.” Lucas explained, struggling to stay calm.“Quick! The others have gone already.”

Edwin allowed himself to be tugged by his wrist, out of the room and down the hall, stunned.

Then, as he finally grasped what Lucas’s last sentence meant, he blinked, and pulled Lucas back.

“Wai-"

“Why do you still want to wait? Haven’t we waited enough? If you were not sleeping, we would have been there long ago! I thought you were concerned for Wayne, more than we all are by many times, seems like I was wrong.” Lucas sneered.

Edwin forced himself not to look at the ground, to pretend the words did not hurt as if his heart had been ripped out from his chest. He looked into Lucas’s eyes with calmness he did not feel.

“Tell me first.” He heard his voice say, without cracking. “How bad is it?”

He felt his nose prickled in anticipation for the coming tears which he tried to blink away. Lucas’s sneer softened. He sighed, his shoulders sagging. He stared at his hand that was still around Edwin’s wrist as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- “ He broke off to take a deep breath. He looked Edwin in the eyes as he continued. “I don’t know. Brian spoke to Jesse; he seemed pretty banged up about it. Jesse just told me to wake you up and to bring you to the Intensive Care, then he woke Damien and they rushed out together.”

They stood in silence for a few moments, both in deep thought before Lucas shrugged.

“We’d better get going.” He said, as if he was thinking aloud. He let go of Edwin’s wrist, gestured to him to follow and strode down the hall, his hands jammed into his pocket.

When they reached the Wayne’s room, they found the rest of the brothers outside the room already in their own ‘waiting positions’; the position they felt most comfortable in when they were restless but unable to do anything. Edwin went to the window of the room quietly, gazing at Wayne lifeless form on the white hospital bed. Lucas went to Jesse’s side, and tried his best to comprehend what condition Wayne was in.

Edwin took in the many tubes his little brother had inserted in his body. From his head to foot, attached to the machines that surrounded him, the machines which were needed just to keep him alive and breathing. Edwin’s breath caught in his throat, as his eyes found Wayne in the whole mess. Wayne face was so pale he was almost the same shade as the pillow he was lying on. Edwin could see Wayne’s chest was rising and falling beneath the pajamas he had been changed into. The machine beside him was beeping softly to the time of his chest. It was not until Edwin closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the cool glass window that he realized that his shoulders were shaking and his cheeks were wet.

He thought back to the day Wayne had disappeared. Memories he had tried hard to keep at bay during the three nerve-racking days, came back mercilessly. They had fought before going to school, Wayne had woken Edwin up to watch the most beautiful sunrise in ages. Usually Edwin would give go willingly, but he had been doing a project until four in the morning and had yet to finish it. He had just managed to fall asleep with mathematical equations whirling in his mind before he was being rudely awaken by the little hyperactive ball of energy. Edwin had shouted at Wayne for “waking him for a stupid reason when he would rather be sleeping”. Wayne had then left his room quietly and had not spoken to him at all on the way to school.

Edwin had gone to wait for Wayne after school as he always did. After waiting for an hour and not spotting Wayne in the crowd, Edwin became anxious and contacted the rest of the brothers, organizing a search party. The town they lived in was a small one, so they had quickly combed the entire town, but came up with nothing. After which, they had expanded to the wilderness which the town was in the middle of, finding nothing until the night before when Edwin had found Wayne. It was rather ironic that the one who lost him (as Edwin had blamed himself) would be the one who found him.

Edwin felt an arm wrap itself around his shoulders, and then it tightened. Edwin looked up and saw through his tears, Brian smiling at him encouragingly. Then, he looked into the window, starting to speak so softly, Edwin thought he was speaking to himself.

“I won’t beat around the bush, because there’s no use trying to make you feel better, with lies. If you are going to pull through this, I’d lay the truth bare, but know this.” At this, he turned to look at Edwin seriously. “We’ll be here at your side every step of the way.” His arm around Edwin tightened again, and then Brian dropped it to his side and continued. “To tell you the truth, he’s pretty banged up. But he’ll be out of danger if he survives tonight. I know he will. He’s a strong little guy, our baby brother is. Then we’ll run some more checks then send him to a ward, where you can sit beside day and night if you want to. But you guys better go home tonight. There’s no more reason for you to be here. I’ll tell Jess to get you home.”

“Bu-“ Edwin started before he met with Brian’s stern gaze.

“You’ll only disturb my patients here.” Brian’s gaze softened in a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m a qualified doctor. So I want you and the rest of the gang to go home, clean up, and get some sleep, and come back again in the morning. That’s an order.”

“Thanks Brian. Wayne is all yours, but you’ll have to answer to me if anything happens to him.”

“Finally!” Brian pretended to sighed in relief. “Take care of yourself now.”

He left Edwin with a final playful punch to his arm, and went to tell Jesse to get the family home. Edwin rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand, and leaned his forehead on the glass window again, which was the closest he could get to Wayne for the moment.

Wayne, if you hang in there , I’ll get to hold your hand again and fight with you tomorrow. When you get well, I promise I’ll sleep late and wake up early whenever you want me to. I’ll watch the stars and sunrise with you as long as you want. He said to Wayne in his mind before he was gently led away from the window by his shoulders by Jesse.

~

Whahaha! SO fast. This is part five and the title's been decided.
Well, I sure hope I can churcn out at least one part in two days, but I doubt it.

:D ENJOY!

2008-10-27T16:39:00.001+08:00

"郭敬我爱你"

I seriously don't know what I'll do with nothing to look forward to on Sundays.

2008-10-27T15:47:00.004+08:00

I still remembered when Mr Wong came into our class and said that after the bin was cleared, we could be dismissed.
Jiale stood up and went to the bin, I cried.
I really don't want her to empty the bin, so maybe we could continue sitting as a class in our classroom longer.
-Yonghan

~~I thought I was over it, it turns out I wasn't.~~

Anyway, I'm taking time off my story to post. Because my Internet time is almost up. I saw Yonghan's post on the class blog, it made me cry. AGAIN.

So this is gonna be the 206 post, my version.

I want to thank Jiale, really. I know sometimes she really very_______ and all. But she really know hows to be a leader. Maybe not the 'step up with uber charisma kind. Hell no. The thing about her is that she knows how to sacrifice for everyone else.

This year, she's done a really good job of being the Class Chairman. Never once was our class called out for something that we forgot to collect. Everytime there is something that needs to be done that no one wants to do, she stands up quietly and does it without complain. (okay maybe just not out loud.) But that's the point. The whole point is that she gets things done!

I also want to thank the class as a whole although some people can be so very *makes strangled sound* at times, but we are what makes up 206 '08, special as individuals, special as a class.

206 is taking all the things you like most and throwing them into one big mixing bowl. Bake for 2 years and Whala.

Alright, back to writing again. >.< hope some one is reading

Credits to Yonghan's blog

2008-10-26T20:01:00.002+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Act-Shun Storaye" Story
Part 4

The room was medium sized; neither big nor small. There a cream colored sofa, a plastic coffee table and a miniature television on a stand. There were streaks of sunlight coming from only window in the room, orange and beautiful. But the sunlight was as bright as the atmosphere in the room was overcast.

The first thing Edwin noticed when he entered the room was the deathly silence; it was not just the absence of noise, but the quiet was heavy and pregnant, perhaps with the seriousness of the situation and anxiety for their little brother who was still in the ER.The disquiet made Edwin uneasy; he had never known that his brothers had the ability to be so quiet, before Wayne went missing there was never a moment there was not as least one of them yelling at the top of his lungs.

The creaking of the door when Edwin entered the room made three heads snap to attention and stare at him hopefully, then realizing who he was, two of the three were lowered again while one of them blinked and lifted his weight off the wall he was leaning on and stride towards him. We have all suffered in this few days, Edwin thought as his eyes ran over the unshaven and weary figure of the leader of their group of brothers, Jesse, who stepped up to position so naturally it was as if he was born for it. He was the one who been with all of them when they had any trouble with their schoolwork or relationships. He was the one who taught them the right time to laugh and to cry. It was him now who was expected to shoulder the burden of the kidnap, and take care of everyone when they forgot to, in the circumstances. All five of them were tired and their nerves were frayed, ready to snap any second. Of course they were all affected by the disappearance of Wayne, the youngest among them, their baby brother. The little fireball of all their happiness.

“Hey,” Jesse said gently and squeezed Edwin’s shoulder encouragingly.

“Hey, any news yet?”

Jesse shook his head ruefully.

“We found him, now it’s Brian’s duty to make him as good as new again. So there’s nothing we can do, but wait.”

“But it’s the waiting that’s killing me.” Edwin murmured.

“I know, but that’s all we can do right now. Unless you want to go home and take a bath while you’re at it? You look like you need one.” Jesse smiled mischievously.

“We all do.”

“At this kind of time and still giving me lip.” Edwin felt a smile start to play on his lips. Talking to Jesse never failed to make him feel as if the entire situation they were in, no matter how immense, were nothing more than a game they were playing. He chided himself; it was no game this time, it was Wayne’ life they were talking about.

“Alright, go sit down. If you want to wait, you’ll have to wait here. No running all over the hospital like a deranged monkey.” Jesse gestured to the sofa where Damien was sitting with his head in his hands. “ Go on.” Jesse ruffled Edwin’s hair before Edwin went to the sofa, sitting down with a thump! Jesse resumed his position by the wall.

As the silence consumed the room again, Edwin realized there was a sound of conversation going on in the room although no one was speaking. Edwin slowly traced the source of the noise back to the small television on the stand. He knew the noise gave his brothers sense of comfort in the silence so he made no movement to off the appliance. He turned his eyes to Lucas who was sitting on the extended window ledge with his knees drawn to his chest and his hands hugging them. He felt his brow furrowed in concern, the only time he could recall Lucas doing that was the time they had been told by their father they were in actual fact not brothers and that their parents had died in the war.

Edwin sighed. Now that he was relaxed, he felt all the fatigue he had kept at bay for three days come back to consume him. He tried to fight it but found himself losing. Such was the extent of his weariness, that the next thing that he remembered was Lucas shaking his shoulders gently and telling him that Brian was done.

~
hehe. This is Part 4 for you. Sorry for the late update, was really busy and tired this week.

No more excuse for next week,

it's the holidays!!

2008-10-23T19:19:00.008+08:00

Hello Everybody!

This is Shia Lebouf from Eagle, I'd like to say he's is really attractive, as well as a good actor.

And this is my dog. He is a Maltese and he is really attractive too.
I caught Eagle Eye with Wanteng on Tuesday. It was darn good. I like the scene where they were in the crates together. The last part where he got shot, I almost screamed. Haha.

I paid especially closed attention to Shia, Pearlx is crazy about him. I realised, upon careful scrutinizing, his expressions and eyes really convey the emotions of his character very well. He brings out the emotions of the character effectively.

The suspense in the movie was really good, and it ended really well. I hate shows/movies /books which end abruptly. Ugh!

Anyway, 《藏經閣之秋》 is damn relaxing and soothing. :D

Then I went to Douby Ghaut to pick up my 《黑糖群俠傳》原聲帶with Jean today. It was really fun!
It was the last day of school and Ms Oh made us hug all our classmates with the same gender, I wasn't even thinking any one would cry. I did. When Sherhui said to me

I'll miss your laughter

That is seriously the nicest thing anyone had said to me in like FOREVER! then it dawned on me that we are really gonna go our different ways and I won't have a chance to irritate everybody by hiding behind them and just staying until they look back. Or just smile at a random person and have them smile back.

Anyway, here's our harvest after 2-3 hours downtown.(The Stitch's with Jean)

Mine!
ALL MINE!

Going to watch The Christmas Tree Show now.

2008-10-22T20:38:00.003+08:00

My mom says i have to off the computer in 8 minutes, i don't really mind. I can hear my bed calling to me. Very tired. My back hurts and everything part of my body that can move, hurts.

Because I went out with Wanteng yesterday with my super heavy SLING bag that I carried around the whole day. And because I ran 3.3km yesterday (in two turns) and my feet were burning by the time I ran/jogged/walked my last second round, due to the thin soles.

So today, I feel like i'm abbout to fall apart, plus running and standing for almost 1.5 hours straight today. The bus was also too crowded on the way home, so I stood for another 1.5 hours.

Anyway, enough ranting.

GUESS WHAT?

I'm gonna collect my own 《黑糖群俠傳》原聲帶 Limited Edition with Jean and Vivian tomorrow, so excited. Tomorrow is also the last day of school!

*pokes computer*

Jean gonna give me the songs in Jay Chou's new album, super cool.
Too tired to focus any time soon,

Part 4 will be up, latest on Sunday.

Oh and,
I'm so addicted to Pearlx's recommendation :

說你愛我 by Wilber Pan now.
It's SUPER GOOD!

I got my sneaky hands on Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox
oh my good fortune.

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我的确是疯了。

2008-10-20T20:42:00.002+08:00

When you're angry,
When you're sad,
When you're pissed,
When you're discouraged,
When you're exhausted with the world,
You can always count on music to make that little bubble around you where you can feel safe.
Especially, 六棒's.

Listening to 六棒's voices (and reading New Moon) sure helps you to stay sane especially if you've put in a lot of effort studying (for the first time in your life) and your dad say says your grades are

"Nothing special".

how cutting words can be.
With the ability to kill in ways worse than torture or weapons.

~~you fool!~~

2008-10-20T15:39:00.002+08:00

We got our "report cards " as well as our exam papers today. And I am extermely(to put it in a melodramatic way)happy!

Because I got 72 for my chinese paper, and that says alot since i was just passing. Therefore I come to a conclusion that watching MFBBT with chinese subtitles and reading about 6 bang or any chinese related thing is definitely useful.

I'd say my marks are not bad compared to my own past results, but horribly insignificant compared to my seat partner's who is a bit deranged.

Other than that, I have posted a new song.　Don't recall which episode of MFBBT was it but I know they were ask to sing in English. This is 敖犬&王子.

After they finished singing, the judge said"我们今天不是比英文歌吗？”
敖犬：“阿緯说这是英文歌。”
评审：“这听起来像英文歌吗？”
敖犬：“刚才有一个HELLO. 应该是英文歌吧。”

Super funny, that time. :D

2008-10-19T15:44:00.004+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Act-Shun Storaye" Story
Part 3

The night air was cold and chilling. Edwin shivered and shifted his position on the front of the car, trying to concentrate on anything else but Wayne. He sighed; his breath white in the breeze. He breathed into his hands and rubbed them, trying to keep warm. Clearing his head outside in such a night, did not seem such a good idea anymore. But it seemed to be the only way to avoid going into the hospital, where his family were waiting for an explanation. The hospital with its white walls had seemed like a prison; once entered, you could not escape.

Edwin looked up at the dark sky, how peaceful it looked. He smiled in spite of himself, Wayne loved the night sky and the sunrise more than anything. How he would stubbornly insist on sitting outside and going for walks on such cold nights, despite Damien’s incessant nagging that he would catch a cold. He would often be the last one to sleep and the first one to wake. Edwin recalled how Wayne woke the whole household to watch a magnificent sun rise once, Edwin chuckled at the memory. Wayne had not even considered if everyone would be grateful to him however beautiful the sunrise had been. When he had been discouraged from any other such behavior and after everybody else had returned to their beds, Edwin had sat down quietly beside Wayne and admired the sunrise along with him. After that day, Wayne had chosen only to share his sunrises with Edwin. It was always a special time, although no words were passed between the pair, there was a sense of belonging together and soon, the family could sense they was something strong between them. Edwin would stand up for Wayne if he was picked on and Wayne would lean on Edwin for strength if he met with any problems.

Edwin was startled from his thoughts by a blaring ambulance which rushed into the hospital front, to be immediately surrounded by medical personnel. He realized his hands had become numb and his teeth were chattering. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided with a sigh that he was not ready to face his family just yet. I’ll go grab a coffee first, just a coffee and I’ll go back, he promised himself. He unlocked the door clumsily with his ice cold hands and got in his car.

Closing the door behind him, he turned on the engine and put his hands in front of the air-conditioner vent as hot air rushed out, thawing out his hands. As soon as his hands were warm, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he looked like walking disaster, heavy eye bags, sunken eyes and unkempt hair. It was no surprise to him, after all, he had not slept or eaten any real food since three days ago, when Wayne had gone missing. He smiled cheekily at his reflection, he decided the whole family would be looking as bad as he was for days to come, until Wayne was well again and they found whoever had kidnapped him. At the thought, Edwin’s face darkened. If I found the person, I would strangled him to death. He thought. He glanced at his reflection again and said aloud to his reflection, with his most solemn face.

“You know, what you need most at this moment? A caramel macchiato, you know you love it!” Edwin’s lopsided grin returned again. “ Come on, let’s go.” Then I’ll be ready to face you all. I’ll come back right after a coffee, I promise.

He switched the little car into gear and drove off in to the night.

As he passed the buildings, they all seemed to hold some kind of memory for him. But the emotions came particularly strong when he passed the town cemetery; his eyes ran over the headstones, trying to find his father’s. When he did, he forced himself to concentrate on the road while his mind thought about the things that he would have told his father if he were alive, like how he always did when he passed by.

Dad, Wayne got lost the other day. I don’t want to lose him like I did you. Oh, Dad, I wished you were here, so you could tell me what I should do, or say. You were so good with words. I remember how you used it to charm Mom off her feet.

Edwin had lost his father in the war that broke out almost two decades back like how many in the town had lost their brothers, husbands and sons. He had only been three when his father had left. All he could remember about him was through what his foster father had told him when he had grown old enough to understand. The war lasted for two years. His father had gone to fight and had never returned, his mother had been killed when the soldiers had came to raid the houses, she had been shot for kicking the soldier’s groin when he tried to rape her. Edwin had been hidden in an underground room under the house, meant to serve as a shelter in case of an air raid. When he was found by a neighbour few days later, he was dehydrated and near death, his mother had long bled to death. He was four then. After the war, he had been taken in by a best friend and comrade of his father’s. All his brother’s fathers had been good friends who had sign up to join the army together.So had his other brothers, they all had different parents but were all too young to understand when they were taken in.

Edwin parked the car by the pavement in front of a cosy little coffee shop that made the best coffee in the whole world. He got out of his car and trudged into the shop, parking himself in front of the counter.

“How may I help you?” The lady behind the counter asked.

Edwin smiled.

“My usual. One Caramel Macchiato to go please.”

“Alright, coming right up.”

The cup of overflowing caramel goodness was soon in Edwin’s hands. He paid and exited the shop. He looked in the distance where the sky was brightening up, in anticipation of a new day.

“It’s time.”

Edwin sipped the cup in his hand and got back into his car, this time heading back to where he had started.

This is part 3~!
Up from overwhelming request. :D
Alright then I'll leave you to read it.

It's the longest yet, a total of 1,078 words.
Back ache from sitting in front of the computer for too long.

2008-10-18T21:16:00.002+08:00

Sorry, I think i'll post Part 3 tomorrow.

I'm super tired now. And i have so many dates next week

And I sure hope you get better soon.

I hate you for going over to the other side; for not saying good bye.
I hate you for leaving a hole in my heart.
I hate you for leaving me waiting to go back; waiting for you.

2008-10-17T14:39:00.003+08:00

The So Far Entitled "Act-Shun Storaye" Story
Part 2

Edwin snuck a peek at his passenger through the rearview mirror, slumped on the seat with his hand hanging down from the seat. He looked so peaceful that if it were not for his bloodied side and hands, and the way his right hand was now brushing feebly through the air as if pushing something away, Edwin would have smiled at how the young man could sleep almost anywhere. Looking at him now, Edwin felt heat rising up his body, and reaching his face. Damn who ever had hurt Wayne like that, of all people why Wayne. Why… if he did not make it…. Edwin shook the thoughts from his mind. With a jolt, he realized he had been speeding dangerously fast down the road. He decelerated slowly, until he was slow enough to reach inside his pocket for his hand phone. With his eyes still on the road, he dialed some numbers into the phone and waited for the owner to pick up. There was a click and a calm voice answered.

“Hello? Edwin, we haven’t got any news yet. How are you doing?”

“He’s with me. I’m going as fast as I can. Tell the others to assemble at the hospital.”

There was a short pause.

“How is he doing?” The voice on the other end asked.

“He’s in a bad shape, I…I…” His voice broke. “Just go… Now.”

“Alright, be safe.” There was another click, followed by beeping. Edwin snapped his phone shut and threw it to the passenger seat next to him, his foot pressing down harder on to the accelerator. He glanced at Wayne again, as his passenger let out a groan and started brushing the air again.

“Hang in there, Wayne. Hang on, we’re almost there.” He whispered into the steering wheel, through clenched teeth. “Hang on little buddy…I promise you’ll be fine….”

In the front, bright lights appeared, as a clump of buildings rose out of the horizon. Edwin let out a sigh of relief. The buildings drew nearer and nearer, Edwin slowly drove to them and soon, he was driving through them. He stopped at a large white building, where a group of people dressed in white were waiting. He flung open the door next to him and stepped out hurriedly. The people in white had spotted the beaten up little red car of Edwin’s and had already started to head towards him. Edwin stepped towards the back door of his car, behind which Wayne laid. He took a deep breath before he placed his hand on the door and opened it wide. Carefully, he slipped his arms under the limp body; take extra care not to touch any of the injuries. Slowly, he lifted Wayne out of the car and lowered him on to the gurney which had been pushed beside him.

The medical personnel worked fast, strapping Wayne to the surface and attaching an IV and an oxygen mask to him. A man of about 20 stood beside Edwin as he watched the personnel work. Edwin’s eyebrows were knit into a frown, and his eyes were worried. The man sighed and patted Edwin’s shoulder with his hand.

“Don’t worry too much. I’ll do my best. After all he is my baby brother too.” The man rubbed Edwin’s tense back.

Edwin smiled.

“I know. You never let us down before.”

“ I won’t now. Lucas and Damien are in the waiting room. Jesse is on his way.” He ruffled Edwin’s hair and jogged after the leaving gurney.

Edwin looked on even as the figures in the distance faded from view. Lost in his own thoughts, he only walked back towards his car when he realised he was shaking and his vision had blurred from his tears that had flowed for Wayne’s safety.

~
I really hope I can finish this story unlike all its predecessors. I'm tired from writing for today. I'll try to post Part 3 tomorrow.

2008-10-16T15:07:00.006+08:00

Here's something I wrote. Haha, finally finished something.

Please do me a favour, read, and comment!

Edited!

A lone figure was stumbling on a dark road, clutching its left side with its right hand. Its left hand was hanging limply by its side. The figure grimaced in the dark as he fell to his knees, for his legs were weak and he longed to rest, but he knew it would be the end of him if he did. With much effort, he pushed himself up and almost fell back to ground. The ground was spinning as he took a step and his legs threatened to fall under him. His breaths came in ragged pants, and when he placed his right foot in front of his left, his legs crumpled under him and he fell on to his knees and hands with a groan, his body wrecked with coughs as he grabbed his side, trying to lessen the pain and a drop of blood fell to the ground from the corner of his mouth. In the distance, bright lights were coming towards him. The figure struggled to stand but found that his legs had become so weak they were unable to carry him. He looked up; convinced his enemies had reached him. His body was tense and his hand shielding his eyes. He watched as the car stopped and its driver got off. He watched as the driver squinted in the dark, and watched as the driver took a few cautious steps towards him. He let his eyes run over the driver in the light from the car, and almost fainted from relief when he saw the red arm band; the trademark of Edwin, a friend who he could call a brother. He could feel a shiver run down his spine and a weak smile forming on his lips. He struggled to stand again, his legs shaking beneath him, only to succeed and fall again, but this time into outstretched arms.

“Edwin….” He breathed heavily, his side was throbbing and mist had started to fill his vision.

“You gotta hand in there, kiddo! I can’t lose you! We’ll reach soon, yo-you just hand in there.Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” The driver named Edwin was anxious. He adjusted the figure in his arms so that he lay carried on his back in Edwin’s arms.

The pain in the young man’s side seemed to be coming in waves now, His throat was dry so his breath coming in short breaths. He felt himself being lifted in safe arms and carefully placed into somewhere soft. He tried swallow but his throat hurt. Heaviness settled over him, he realized he felt so tired. He tried to resist the sleepiness, but slowly, he began to give in to it, welcoming it. He knew it would be the only escape from his pain.

The car sped through the night, and the wounded passenger in its backseat went limp, his injured hand draped on to the floor of the car.

2008-10-16T12:24:00.002+08:00

Dear Epenetus,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but your nostrils are insulting. I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me under a state of trance and I saw you put leeches on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that we're cousins. I'm returning the cut toenails to you, but I'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I always have felt dirty before the incarnation as an eskimo.

Go and drown yourself,
Dave MingChang

~

Dear Go. Rilla

I don't really know how to tell you this, but you really are in denial. I think I realized it when you insisted you were not a monkey while you were eating a banana and I saw you scratching yourself. I'm sure you're hairy enough to understand that it is your stench that puts me off. I'm returning your brain to you, but I'll keep the tree that you gave me as a memory. You should also know that I think you need to see Jean, a psychiatrist, and consult her on your peculiar habits of not shaving.

Fear has driven me from you,
Banana

2008-10-16T11:40:00.004+08:00

Dear Lydia,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when I changed tennis shoes in your camping car and I saw you sit on my avocado plant. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I am better off without Eggplant-fetishism

Greetings to your freaky family,
Banana

Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):

I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).

___12___,
-Your name-

TAGGED:
1)Jean
2)Nicholas
3)Pearlx
4)Anand
5)Weiyi

1. What's the color of your shirt?
Blue - Our romance is over
Red - Our affair is over
White - I'll join the monastery
Black - I dislike you
Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
Grey - You're a pervert
Yellow - I'm selling myself
Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
Brown - The mafia wants you
No shirt - You're a loser
Other - I'm in love with your sister

2. Which is your birth month?
January - That night
February - Last year
March - When your dwarf bit me
April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
May - First of May
June - When you put cuffs on me
July - When I threw up
August - When I saw the shrunken head
September - When we skinny dipped
October - When I quoted Santa
November - When your dog ran amok
December - When I changed tennis shoes

3. Which food do you prefer?
Tacos - In your apartment
Pizza - In your camping car
Pasta - Outside of Chicago
Hamburgers - Under the bus
Salad - As you ate enchilada
Chicken - In your closet
Kabob - With Paris Hilton
Fish - In women's clothing
Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
Lasagna - At the mental hospital
Hot dog - Under a state of trance
None of the above - With George Bush and his wife

4. What's the color of your socks?
Yellow - Hit on
Red - Insult
Black - Ignore
Blue - Knock out
Purple - Pour syrup on
White - Carve your initials into
Grey - Pull the clothes off
Brown - Put leeches on
Orange - Castrate
Pink - Pull the toupee off
Barefoot - Sit on
Other - Drive out

5. What's the color of your underwear?
Black - My best friend
White - My father
Grey - Bill Clinton
Brown - My fart balloon
Purple - My mustard soufflé
Red - Donald Duck
Blue - My avocado plant
Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
Other - The crazy monk

6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
Scrubs - Man
O.C. - Emotional
One Tree Hill - Open
Heroes - Frostbitten
Lost - High
House - Scarred
Simpsons - Cowardly
The news - Mongolic
Idol - Masochistic
Family Guy - Senile
Top Model - Middle-class
None of the above - Ashamed

7. Your mood right now?
Happy - How awful I've felt
Sad - How boring you are
Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
Depressed - That we're cousins
Excited - That there is no solution to this.
Nervous - The middle-east
Worried - That your Honda sucks
Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
Overjoyous - That I'm open
Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks

8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
White - Your ring
Yellow - Your love letters
Red - Your Darth Vader-poster
Black - Your tame stone
Blue - The couch cushions
Green - The pictures from LA
Orange - Your false teeth
Brown - Your contact book
Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
Purple - Your old lottery coupons
Pink - The cut toenails
Other - Your memories from the military service

9. The first letter of your first name?
A/B - Your photo
C/D - The oil stocks
E/F - Your neighbour Martin
G/H - My virginity
I/J - The results of your blood-sample
K/L - Your left ear
M/N - Your suicide note
O/P - My common sense
Q/R - Your mom
S/T - Your collection of butterflies
U/V - Your criminal record
W/X - David's tricot outfits
Y/Z - Your grades from college

10. The last letter in your last name?
A/B - Always will remember
C/D - Never will forget
E/F - Always wanted to break
G/H - Never openly mocked
I/J - Always have felt dirty before
K/L - Will tell the authorities about
M/N - Told in my confession today about
O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
S/T - Get sick when I think of
U/V - Always will try to forget
W/X - Am better off without
Y/Z - Never liked

11. What do you prefer to drink?
Water- Our friendship
Beer - Senility
Soft drink - A new life as a clone
Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
Milk - The apartment building
Wine - Cocaine abuse
Cider - A passionate interest for mice
Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
Whisky - To ruin the second world war
Other - To hate the Boston Celtics

12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
Thailand - Warm regards
USA - Best regards
England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
Spain - Go and drown yourself
China - Disgusting regards
Germany - With ease
Japan - Go burn
Greece - Your everlasting enemy
Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
Egypt - Fuck off now
France - In pain
Other - Greetings to your freaky family

Credits to Samuel's Blog, this is funny.

Everyone else can try it too.

If you do, tell me, I wanna see. :D

2008-10-15T19:39:00.010+08:00

It is time!

For 阿緯's birthday post!!!!!

And because I like 阿緯 most he gets 4 pictures instead of the usual two!

Whahaha. Happy Birthday 緯哥!

又老一岁了！
继续加油吧！
你会永远是我心里的小巨人！

~

today during choir pratice, I came up with a 大道理 ,which is as follows:

"When you are forced to do/attend some you detests, make yourself have fun doing it."

If you really do not know what it means you can always call me at

x8xxxxx2

or you can simply tag.

2008-10-15T09:53:00.002+08:00

yo! i'm in school now, typing on Larry's computer which he so kindly lent me. :D it's super nice.

I was supposed to have a date with Jean, Vicki and Yvette& Co. but it got cancelled be cause the show may not be out yet.

So I'm free tomorrow, not going to the class bbq, anyone wants to grab a caramel macchiato?

I'll come back later of Awei's post, haha.

It's his birthday today!

As well as ____'s!

2008-10-14T19:42:00.002+08:00

I don't know what to do now, i'm super BORED!
Ah! I know! I shall watch 不良笑花！

There's choir tomorrow. B-O-R-I-N-G!

crap, i need bigger fonts.

2 more days to 阿緯's birthday

2008-10-13T19:06:00.003+08:00

haha. My blog now has life! It's 稻香 by 周杰伦!
simply wonderful!

Anyway, you know, everyday, I come online. The first site I will go to would be Pearlx or my own. Then when I see tags from all my friends, I feel really happy, but i hope you'd excuse me for not replying you sometimes, because I read the tags then I just click another site. (this is another excuse for laziness. :P)

Anyhow, I would want to thank all the people who tag and those who do not, for all the concern and care, whether shown through a tag or some advice or just a simple question. I feel really 幸福 because I get feedback from people about my blog. (this proves they do know my blog exists)

So ya,

THANK YOU!!

～

On another note, Jean and I were talking today and I was swooning over 阿緯（a once in a long while indulgence） and I mention that his birthday is in 2 days(10/15) and Jean said

"That's ____'s birthday!" (i think i'm not allowed to say)(Jean if you reading this let me know if it's okay.)

I was like WHOA! What a coincidence!

Just now we were chatting, then I asked her when 吴尊's birthday is, since she wished him happy birthday on her blog in the recent past. She said,

"10/10"

I was like HUH????

(in my exact words, " HU????????" then, "*huh")

Cause that is 毛弟's birthday!

真的是太巧了！Too many coincidences for one day.

From one lonely heart to another

2008-10-12T14:54:00.002+08:00

Two of my best friends are fighting with each other. I really don't understand what is so bad that they cannot be friends anymore, after all what are friends for if you cannot help each other to overcome your 缺点.

I really don't know what to say to make everything okay again. I wonder if it was my fault that it started in the first place.

Anyway, today's 黑糖群侠传 was the best. I don't want it to end just yet!! Nothing much to talk about today.

Except

THE HOLIDAYS ARE COMING!

Haha, I have so many things lined up, I'm so excited!!

2008-10-10T20:59:00.001+08:00

I want to learn 扯铃！

but i don't know where to buy the equipment.
I saw one online, then I realised the item was closed already.

Can someone help me buy!??
Because i'm really good at buy anything online or anything.
Anybody got a site or anything that sells it please give to me!

NEW SKIN!

2008-10-10T17:15:00.000+08:00

whooo!!!!!!

i have a new skin, and now all my HTML codes are screwed.

I'll do them tomorrw/later then.

我的OST机时才回来呢？

2008-10-10T12:40:00.015+08:00

Today is the last day of exams as well as 毛弟's birthday! So, (i searched a long time for this pictures leh.)

邱翊橙！
毛弟！

生日快乐！

十八岁了，要追上王子了！
要加油，希望你会在演艺圈闯出属于子的一片天。

~~
Today's paper was rather difficult/easy. Didn't go out to celebrate, because i'm only going out when my OST comes. haha

okay, i shall not spend too much time on blogging.

(I always do.)

Pre-ordered!

2008-09-28T16:02:00.001+08:00

Next week, Ao Quan is on 黑糖！
and it's the climax of the show.
i wish 小聋女 will be alright....

2008-09-25T20:34:00.002+08:00

廖俊傑！

生日快乐！！

(我要黑糖群侠传OST！)

2008-09-21T15:58:00.003+08:00

I'm so disappointed in myself, but i'm here, online again.

Sigh. My parents keep asking me why i am not close with the youth anymore, i can' find the right words to explain myself. They don't understand do they?

i've changed. No matter how i try to, i can't mix with the youth anymore. They don't know what is happening and what has happened. My place now is no longer with these people who i longed to be with, talk with, have fun with last year. It is not i who doesn't accept them but them who has rejected me.

I gave them chances if it sounds right, to make up their place in my heart. I used to eagerly await cell and church every week but now... With them I don't feel a sense of belonging anymoe.

But how? How do I explain what has happened to my viewpoint to my parents? Who insist that I don't try to talk to and mix around with the youth. But no matter how I try I never really be a part of them anymore.

-

anyhow... I have so manymore issues i want to pour out here, how do i do that?
Put feelings into words...

如果你希望我帮你、听你的心思的话，那时··· 你不应该那样做。
如果你希望别人帮你，你真应该反省反省一下，你是否有决心帮自己，不要人家帮你想办法，你却一直在给借口。
如果你自己不要帮自己，就没有人可以帮得了你。

-

If you were my friends you would care.
If you were my friends you wouldn't leave me out would you?
Say all those hurtful things.
I really don't need friends like you
But who else would be?

I can't figure out
If i was the one at fault from the start

我需要你的耳朵
我需要你的肩膀

又是一个冷笑话。

2008-09-19T21:26:00.005+08:00

有一个卖火柴的人。

一天，他的头发很痒，他就一直抓一直抓。
他结果就着火了。

然后由一个后续，他之后被送到医院去，被包扎完之后。

变成一个棉花棒。

-

after this post i will not be posting anymore until the end of EOYs. yap.

so there!

and vicki!
I know you are reading this and laughing.

我的缺点

2008-09-15T19:09:00.003+08:00

I make myself sick sometimes. What a hypocrite I am.

I told myself today, i will not talk bad about other people, yet, once I stepped into class, I started 'bitching' as it has become known with my friends. It is not purely the 'bitching' that is hypocritical, it is the not liking it when others do it, but doing it with them AS A HABIT!

I hate myself sometimes.

Especially when 'bitching' about some people i used to care for, or those whom i don't really know anymore.

Only realising i did it after I did.

-

Anyway, another joke.

又一次，Michael Jackson就来到了台湾。很多歌迷在机场等着接机。
飞机降落了。

第一位乘客正走出来，那些歌迷便很紧张。是不是他，是不是他？不过，走出来的是，亚洲天王- 王力宏。哇！虽然不是Michael Jackson,还是天王一个。歌迷就拍手拍手。

第二位乘客走出来了。歌迷又紧张了。是不是他？是不是他？走出来的是亚洲太后-（对不起，她的名字我忘记了）。哇！歌迷也拍手拍手，好酷好酷！

第三位乘客走出来了。

你猜他是谁。

是猪小弟！！！

哈哈哈。好烂。

今天我来跟你们讲笑话。

2008-09-14T15:43:00.005+08:00

有一个妈妈，他非常讨厌他叫猪小弟的儿子，就决定把他丢掉。

那，第二天，他带猪小弟到附近的一个公园，把猪小弟放着，跑跑跑，跑回家。两三个小时后，猪小弟回来了。那位妈妈决定，不够远。

第二天，妈妈带着猪小弟搭巴士，搭到台中去，把猪小弟放着，自己又跑跑跑，跑回家去了。两三天后，猪小弟却又自己回到家了。妈妈想，这孩子挺聪明的嘛，台中不够远。

过一天，妈妈买了机票，带着猪小弟搭上了飞机，飞阿飞阿飞啊，到了非洲去。妈妈把猪小弟放着，自己又飞阿飞阿飞，飞回家了。两三天后猪小弟又跑回家了。

为什么？

我也不知道！

哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈。很好笑吧！
明天再讲一个。。。

"郭敬，我爱你。"

“会笑的脸跟能跳的心一样重要”

2008-09-12T20:20:00.006+08:00

“笑一笑没有什么大不了” -野兽

我很赞成这句话。

There wasn't Choir today.
I'm happy.

This week was so ________.
I'm so tired.

Yesterday I dreamt of 虎牙 and that he ~~!@#$%^&*@#$%^~~ me in a 'friend friend' way.
I feel so fortunate.

Soome stupid person asked me for a favour. If you knew this would happen don't 酸 me in the first place. you need a favour, don't be fussy. Beggars aren't choosers.
I'm fed up.

I screwed up all my audio files again.

DAMN IT!

自弹自唱吧!

2008-09-11T21:00:00.002+08:00

不好吗？

Now I know why Pearlz is so excited about

不良笑花

I watched the first episode and i'm so excited for the next.

Partly because of the eyecandy.

And i also wanna know how it all turns out.

好像在浪费时间呐······

加油加油，新底迪！

2008-09-10T19:51:00.002+08:00

I watched to Mock-Elimination Round Of MFBBT today.

And I thought only 2-5 of them would pass. It was HORRIBLE!
i mean, if you compare them with the old batch.
It's like they don't know what they are doing

and i need to see some funny breaking performance, preferably from 敖犬，小傑，and 阿緯 NOW!

So i'm glad 樂爷 and 虎牙 are back, seriously.

Anyway, I didn't go to school today.

I woke up in the morning and found some rashes that I thought were Hand Foot And Mouth Disease Rashes, and i scared the hell out of myself, so I went and told my mom , who was still sleeping, she said don't go.

In the morning when i woke up again, my mom checked the rashes and said they weren't HFAM ones. So we still when to the doctor just to be safe and to check my ear. and sinus.

Yay! okay. :D

2008-09-09T20:20:00.003+08:00

哪里5打抗的搞笑剧
Part 1
Part2

You have to watch this. it's very funny! SUPER　FUNNY!! EVen funnier thatn 猪小弟。

I went to City Hall with Nicholas today to get some presents. Yeah... it was damn funny.

He was talking about there being a gay bar in Raffles City so I looked at him and the normal stuff, anyway, we saw this guy in front of us on the ecalator and Nicholas started laughing like crazy, i couldn't make out the words as he was standing on my left side(my left ear's still stuck) and the we went to the next escalator i got what he was trying to say.

He was talking about the ~~red underwear~~ of the guy in front of us which we could see, clearly!

haha.

Anyway...

I'm so proud of 敖犬！！
He scaled a 10 story wall successfully even though he scared of heights!

WOW!

okay my sister just reminded me it's he turn to use the computer. right.

I'm on fi-ya, fi-ya!

2008-09-07T13:55:00.002+08:00

I would like to start off this post by saying...

阿緯好可爱！

and i'm not kidding.
so is 阿本

haha 2 of my favourite guys!

Anyway, i just finished watching 黑糖群侠传‘s 7th episode! Can't wait for the next one because there's a kiss kiss scene there. Not telling you between who.

i like 阿緯and丫头 together. They make a cute couple.

And i'm a little paranoid about blog music because mine is so loud and annoying sometimes as i try to click as fast as the window opens to avoid getting the music started.

Weird.

And i'm trying to control my self form going to my blog too many times a day which i naturally do. This will affect the result of my blog counter.

YAY!

okay bye

给我闭嘴！

2008-09-06T19:44:00.003+08:00

Made me ezy link card today.

Ain't very happy about the ezy link card thing.
the thing....

Anyway.

TOMORROW!

哪里5打抗
第一集

黑糖群侠传
第七集

Interupting this program is breaking news!

跟你们在一起觉得很不自在。
尤其是你，让我觉得很委屈。
不要再酸我了
好不好！

Now back to, whatever was happening just now.

watched the advertisment for tomorrow's哪里5打抗
very exciting!

lousy investment shake head

2008-09-06T13:45:00.003+08:00

it's a happy day for me.

I'm waiting for 2 o' clock so i can go down and board the bus.

which will take me to yishun mrt, from there i will walk to the interchange where i will board another bus which will take me to my dad's shop

where i will wait for keke and jessie to call me.

I will then walk to amk hub and make my ezy card.

hurray!

why am i happy?
i finally have some one to go with me!

because 我好害羞，还好没有人知道。

2008-09-05T16:35:00.003+08:00

Something to share with you all.

黑糖群俠傳精彩宣傳片

NG私秘大曝光

Back is the new front!

2008-09-05T15:53:00.006+08:00

ONioooooons people!

(i amde a typo error but decided it looked better like this.)

I'm back from Malaysia although nobody noticed(i think)

Firstly,

CAROLINE DIDN'T COME FOR PRACTICE TODAY AND (I THINK) IS STILL IN MALAYSIA ON A SHORT TRIP! COLIN IS IN GERMANY AND BOTH THE QUARTER MASTER AND MISTRESS IS AWOL! I BLIMMIN' HAD TO PLAY "KEY KEEPER" FOR THE PRACTICE. GAH. like quite stress lo.
-nicholas's latest post

haha sorry nicholas, it's fun isn't it.

Secondly,

Jean and i were sharing about dreams(like we always do) and she told me about a weird dream she had(like she always does) and I decided to share it with the whole world(like I always do).

(Permission has been granted by the parties[namely jean] involved.)

"

my dream was about cookie won outing #3.

then vicki was screaming that she wanted to watch wall e.

then you slapped her.

LOL!

from start until end micholas was eating subway cookies nonstop

then i go buy tickets, ask the cashier choose a random movie.

then it's zack and cody show.

i scram in the cinema then you slapped me.

scream*

LOL.

notice how ~~much she likes LOL~~ weird her drems are.

(quoted)

Thirdly,

(let me rant about it for a moment)

黑糖群侠传's 7th episode is gonna be out the day after tomorrow!

I saw the dvd in malysia. Pity only the first disc was there
and pity, it was a pirated one.

Fourthly and lastly,
because Cookie Wons has four members!

Happy Birthday Jean!
you're fourteen!

enjoy your guitar!

2008-09-02T16:45:00.000+08:00

假期结束以前电脑已经被我用到烧坏了。

便

CHAO　DA!!!!

laughing

2008-09-02T14:06:00.003+08:00

Do you notice something different on my blog?

It's a very teeny-tiny little different.I just 'cleaned up' my links list!
So those links which are unavailable or otherwise don't exist are not there anymore.
Say yay!

Okay anyway, whoever wants me to link them again, please give me your link(a valid one) and i'll link ya!

Another difference!
The tagboard's different! Whoo!!!
Sorry i was just bored....

Anyway, about today MFBBT. It was.... fast over. I dunno how to describe it, but i had a few laughs and it was ......

really boring.

Hopefully, that'll change and i'll get to fall in love with the characters again.

But i really don't know how my mind'll react to the long-term deprivation(root word: deprive) of the old MFBBT. I still can't believe they'll never be together again! take 阿本 for one. I dunno how i'll do without his jokes or 阿緯，敖犬，小傑 's BREAKING and top-grade performances.

Yep, i'll miss them alright.

i'm very bored now. i've finish almost everything that i need to do, but i just feel that i'm wasting my time.

The Second Day and Counting....

2008-09-02T12:43:00.001+08:00

我刚刚看完了模范棒棒堂第二皆的第一集。

it was boring. ah well.

Xxon Youths Rocks

Sakuraiba

one in five says it tastes like spring rolls

ODYS Itsumademo!

方块脸 is <333!!

Arashi!

ZOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Not slightly Off Centre, strikes me that you've already fallen off.

The iPod Human

what is literature coming to?

Which Harry Potter guy would you lose your virginity to? (both young and old characters)

Your Result

Which Marauder Era Harry Potter character would fall for you?

Your Result

我的阿緯!! Why I love Awei: Edvidence

Very North Twenty 从出江湖， eh we never were in the 江湖.

Oui, Non and Gracias

On Our Side - Chris Tomlin (Yeeeeeah!)

Bloody 2009 already!

Very North Twenty

Fewwwwwwwwwwwww!

The first blogpost cum story post EVER!

China buddy? Taiwanese pop idol??

帥NEH!!!

C is for Crazy

“Oh Straven, just who ARE you?

Something New. Human Hamm

Shut up, brain!

How we've changed

Twit-light???

Dedicated to Jean (because I promised her to finish it today)

呼呼 下班了

A brief announcement.

Pleasantly nutty flavour?

All about Jean!

Another reason for Jean's spastic behaviour.( And some other things.)

Jean's reasons to behave spastically.

'The Gorrillas （guerrillas）combed the surrounding area.' reads my sister.

2 more days to 阿緯's birthday

From one lonely heart to another

NEW SKIN!

我的OST机时才回来呢？

Pre-ordered!

又是一个冷笑话。

我的缺点

今天我来跟你们讲笑话。

“会笑的脸跟能跳的心一样重要”

自弹自唱吧!

不良笑花

加油加油，新底迪！

I'm on fi-ya, fi-ya!

给我闭嘴！

lousy investment *shake head*

Back is the new front!

laughing

The Second Day and Counting....

呼呼下班了

lousy investment shake head