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Oh my goodness,
It’s 2008 and O levels are nearing soon. My first post for the year! Thank you readers out there for your comments and constructive criticism. I love you all. These few days have been really busy for me, full of surprises and pressures.
Just yesterday we had the sec 1 PTM and Open House for our school. I had to do the “ good morning Ma’am” about a thousand times till my voice became hoarse, so much for recovering from my throat infection the day before. I was kind of surprised that Albin did his job well enough and was competent just for one day. Thanks Albin. Oh and the NPCC boys are really incorrigible. Especially Azmi and Husni. But I guess we have to excuse these hooligans and let bygones be bygones. The whole event went rather smoothly and I did chance upon PaPa Leung and chatted with him and about the new 1/4 he is taking for EMP. I also talked to Mdm Kamisah and she told me to go for writing competitions before the O’s and she really encouraged me. I love her! =) I made a pass for the choir performance, and started handing out fliers for Choir, while shouting “Join Councillors! You will never go wrong!” I was delirious then.
Later I rushed to see my friend and we did homework in Tampines library. I managed to finish all my math homework and today I will try to finish all the work given to me. Yes, I will not and shall not procrastinate. God please help me. Anyway, my nagging friend will do the trick.
Going back on the New Year’s Day. Let’s see. I went to study at the library but found out it was closed. I was so blur. Anyway had to be like a refugee going under void decks and finding a place to do my homework with my friends. But it was fun, although I was nagged at half of the time and outwitted the other half of the time.
And on the first day of school ZQ, I, Daniel and Jia Wen were the I/Cs for the sec 1 orientation. It was the usual stuff but with more stringent rules and more detailed notes. But on the whole I had fun being my crazy self as well as catching a cough bug.
On the second day of school, I didn’t go to school! Imagine that. Haha. I stayed at home sick as ever and read books! I did do some homework, stressing on the ‘some’. Had a good rest and was back in school the next day, although I had another day MC.
The third day, my homework pile made a stark increase and boy, was I in for an avalanche. I set up a date with Mr Collin to pass me my Physics hw. I hope he got my ‘love’ note. Hehe.
On Friday, I also had my usual story telling session with the kids at NLB. I read them three stories and gave those who could answer my questions correctly. But I made Kai Feng cry! I remembered his name because he was one of the regulars there. But later when I peeped to the children’s section, there he was, buried in another book. At least he got over the fact that there weren’t enough presents to go around. I always never fail to enjoy storytelling.
Moving even further back, we had the Maori friends from Auckland come over and celebrate Christmas with us (epiphany). It was a very strong cultural exchange as well as sharing agape love with the people. We had a performance on the 30th Dec in the Esplanade café which was a blast! There was the Jazz Band, The Hakka, The Nativity Musical, The Christmas Carols, The Traditional Bamboo Dance, The Puppet Show, and loads more. I thought our church organised it very well and it was very enjoyable, although I was busy taking care of the two Maori twins that were 18 months old. We were there to share God's love and we did accomplish His work that he gave us to do. We did the same programme over at the St Joseph’s Home and blessed the elderly there. Here are some blurred pictures of what they were doing. Sorry I am not gifted in the area of photography.




My New Year resolutions:
1) To get 10 points and below for my O levels
2) To complete all my assignments on time
3) To finish doing all my assessment books and papers
4) To make a habit to go for prayer meetings once a week
5) To read 200 books by the end of June
6) To listen to the UK Radio 5 once a fortnight
7) To read the Bible and pray everyday
8) To love God with all my heart, soul, mind and strength
9) To get Edusave Scholarship and NOT Edusave Bursary
10) To not fail any tests or exams except for Chinese. Heh.

I hope I can make all these things come true, and not just to kid myself.
Oh and I salute my editor for giving me a call and explaining to me which parts I need editing and stuff. Thanks. The story will get a face lift soon enough and maybe I might post the next chapter, if I have time. Which may be highly unlikely.
After quite some time, I have made my stand. I am rooting for Barack Obama for the Democrats and Mitt Romney for the Republicans. No Hillary Clinton! I am so evil. So just cross my fingers and lets see America change, for the better, I hope.
I will try to write a compo for you guys next week so tune in! Love ya!

Chp 1

Hi,
I have not made a title for this story, but I hope you like it. The pace of this story is kind of rushed because I was in a rush to write it, so don't mind me. Well, here it is for all you dear readers.
This is dedicated to the following people:
Cheryl
Zafran
Jason
Namira
Alyah
Marcus
And my other readers of the world. hehe. No plagarism.
p.s. I am terribly sorry for the many grammatical errors that are littered in this story.
p.p.s. reviews are greatly encouraged.
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Chapter 1:

23 dec:

“Silent night, holy night...” The speakers overhead were barely audible by the bustling crowds that flocked Plaza Singapura. It was three days before Christmas and I haven’t made any cards at all. Here I am getting some craft materials for my relative at spotlight. Don’t get me wrong here, I didn’t suggest the idea of cards…it was my friend Ashley. He wanted me to make cards for my relatives as I refused to spend a cent for anyone, except for my tithes and offering. But other than that is a ‘no no’.
I went up the escalator and went into Spotlight. By now Christmas ornaments of all sorts were selling at the lowest prices because as quick as a blink, the Christmas season would soon be over and into the dumpster the fate of the Christmas decorations would go. I brushed pass a lady with jewels dripping on her dress. She turned around and looked at me. The frown almost at once disappeared. My eyes looked for the nearest exit.
“Jordan?” her eyes twinkled at me. I forced a smile as he opened her arms and I reluctantly gave her a peck on each cheek. “Why darling, you have grown so tall!” Classic line used by her.” How’s mummy and daddy?” I forced out a ‘fine’ making sure every syllable pleased her with utmost contempt. Aunt Candy was the most irritating relative you could ever have. She talked and talked and rambled on and never ceases to make you fed up. And worse of all she loves to dress girls up although she clearly sees that I am not the girly type. I am never going to be left alone. “ Would you like to join me for high tea with uncle Steven?” I almost immediately said no but held my tongue, thinking about a perfect excuse. I told her and she imprinted her red lipstick on my cheek as she left with her maid overloaded with a mountain of shopping bags. “I’ll see you soon dear, tata!” He American accent pierced through the air. Half American and half Peranakan women are not whom I want to cross paths with.
I bought the materials and headed home as rain poured down the windows of the MRT train.


24th dec:

“Argh!!!” I screamed my head off ad I turned to the “business section of the Today’s Newspaper. I was mortified. There read that ALO has dropped and I was losing money fast. By 1.8 percent! I was pulling my hair as Ate Lynn pushed a bombsaway in front o f me. “ I’m not hungry.” I pouted. Why today? I was planning to spend it in a day or two since the whole week was up, up, up. My younger sister got out from bed clutching Mr Brad Pitt in her arms and asked what the commotion was all about. I thrust the paper into her face, although she could not understand what stocks were, she knew what was happening. Her face lit up and she roared in mocking laughter at me. I punched her lightly in the arm and suddenly all was silent. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“ no. no. no.” I shook my head desperately not for her to cry out. But that’s what she did. Soon my dad and mum emerged from their rooms and gave me a scolding. She gave me a nefarious smile as she was cradled in my mother’s arms. “But dad! Look at the stocks!” I held out the paper to my dad but he just said,
“ You cannot serve God and money.” End of conversation. I gritted my teeth at that rascal as she acted as innocent as a baby. I looked at my mother for some understanding and comfort as she is far more understanding in this area of economics than my dad, and gave the newspaper a second chance and examined it. A smile crept up on her face. No, not her too. She gave a sigh, hugged me and whispered in my ear,
“ I bought it yesterday.” She placed the monster down and hurried off to work. I just stood there frozen, delirious. I punched my fists into the air, stuck out my tongue at Jessica and skipped back to the breakfast table.

~

“Dad?”
“ Check!”
“ Mum?”
“ Check!”
“Jessica?”
“That name doesn’t belong to the list.” I gave him a smirk. I was at Ashley’s house making sure all my cards were done, and not missing out anyone, including Aunt Candy’s. I checked to see if I made the correct number of cards for my friends at ASS, I mean Alexandra Secondary School. Yes, everything was done. I lay back on the couch and looked around his room. I came to his house a couple of times but never up to the second level of his landed property. Everything was organized, swept clean and all with labels. Where the pencils were, where the rough paper was, where the underwears were. “ Your parents must be some type of organizing freak.” He looked at me and said.
“No, they are too busy with all their business and jobs, they couldn’t care less about my room.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Then who did it?” Knowing that there weren’t any maids in the house.
“ Me, duh!” His eyes sparkled as I smiled at him knowing that he was a unique person. Ashley was one of my best buddies in ASS. He was good-looking right down to the beauty mark on his face. He had dark brown wisps of locks that tickled his soft brown eyes. His body was muscular yet lean, although he was 3 inches shorter than me. Every girl had their eyes on him when he sashayed down the hallway although in an unconventional manner with designer label shoes and smashing sunglasses to go with the hot Singaporean weather. His Mont Blanc watch clung onto his wrists as it glistened in the sun that matched his flashing smiles of perfect rows of white teeth. But as girls float into their dream world with Ashley in their arms, only I knew of one secret that he entrusted me with. He was, unfortunately, gay.
“ Yeah okay, no need to answer that question. It was rhetorical.”
“Oh okay.” He went crimson red. I slapped his back playfully as I grabbed the remote, flipping on the television. O switched to the sports channel as Frank Lampard was given the ball. He tackled the Manchester united players with ease and within minutes scoring a goal that brought Chelsea to a definite 3 to 2 before the game ended.
“ Frank Lampard is hot…” He whispered under his breath. As soon as I heard it, I pushed him off the sofa as he crumpled in a heap, nursing his elbow that accidentally hit the coffee table. “I got a bad feeling that you are going to be the death of me.” I laughed at him as he slumped back into the sofa. He never fails to amuse me.

By now the whole house was filled with the smell of fir trees and it looked like an overgrown forest. My mum and dad hired decorators to help decorate our house for Christmas just yesterday (the procrastination gene is dominant in the Djia family) and this is the result of too many cooks spoiling the soup. A jungle. Mistletoes were littered in every possible corner of the ceiling, even the toilet had one. I weaved through the poinsettias and hollies to get to my room. There sat a foreign item with a big red ribbon on top, right in the middle of my messy desk. I picked it up, shook it a little and placed it down again. It was light. I looked around heinously and helped myself with the present. I clearly knew it was the 24th of December, but curiosity was stronger then. I slowly teased the scotch tape off the wrapper and meticulously open the side of the presents. I gapped in awe as I saw to my stark astonishment, the latest Viao laptop that just came out on the news a day ago! I gingerly opened the bag, took out the computer and power cable. I plugged it in and watched was the Viao burst into life. I quickly placed the bag back into the wrapper, and placed the ribbon where it rightfully belonged. I glanced around, looking for any card that might have dropped off from the mysterious gift but there was none.

Chp 2

A new computer! The thought still amazed me and was still imprinted in bold letters in my mind. Wow. I told Ashley of my newfound gadget. But he didn’t seem too pleased with me.
“But it’s against all morals that we’ve learnt!” He was going on again about my actions.
“Then why would it be placed on my table on Christmas eve?”
“Because tomorrow is Christmas?” He stated the obvious.
“Well the person who gave me should know that I am one who has little patience.” I could even picture him rolling his eyes at me.
“So, have you told your parents?”
“No...Why in heavens name would I want to?”
“Because an unknown person gave it to you?” Oh that. I was totally absorbed by the gift, I didn’t give a second thought to who gave it. I picked up the packaging again. Wrapped in typical brown paper with a ribbon. I peered at the base of the present. I could see a faint watermark that resembled a one-dollar stamp. That is certainly strange. “ Hello?” He broke the silence.
“Hold on a sec.” I brought the present up to the light. I spotted my name in faint letters. “Hah!” I could hear him shriek like a girl. It was definitely mine.
: What? Did you find anything? You almost gave me a heart attack.” I rubbed my eyes from the strain of looking at the faint print.
“It had my name on it. A guarantee chop that it’s mine.”
“Okay, fine. Sorry to doubt you there.”
“Its okay.” Although it wasn’t, the barely visible remnants of the stamp intrigued me but I brushed that aside.
“Still, I think its wrong, a sin actually, to open a present before Christmas.”
“But as my dad would say, Christmas isn’t about presents, it about Jesus.”
“Yeah.” My dad’s reminders do actually stick in my head.” Have you done any of your homework?” He changed the subject.
“That would be a definite no, and I’m guessing you’ve done your assignment and started on your revision for the O’s right?”
“Well…”
“Just say yes, you don’t have a choice.”
“ Yes.” Another thing that amazes me is that Ashley is able to find time to finish his homework and started revising for the O’s as well. I’m sure there’s plenty of time for me to do my homework. It’s just that I have this procrastinating daemon in me. He stops me from doing any homework until the last week of the holidays.

I checked my mail and checked out all the new programmes and the speed of the computer. It was better than perfect. It was greater than brilliant. The most amazing thing that made this computer the best present ever was the music in the iTunes library. I expected it to be without any songs like what a brand new computer would have but the strangest thing was that it had every song on the planet earth. I decided to keep this information from Ashley as he might give me one of his other theories that it was stolen and I would have to give it up to the police. That would be the last thing I wanted to do.

I wanted to sign into MSN messenger, but they had some troubleshoot problem. I checked the time on my computer. It read 25th Dec 2007 at 12pm. I quickly changed it to 6pm 24th Dec 2007. I found it rather odd.

“Pass me the gravy!” My younger sister commanded me. I ignored her and poured the sweet gravy over my roasted chicken meat.

“Did you know about the Black Skis won the Golden Eagles by 21 points?” I directed my question to my dad who was busy getting a bone out from his mouth. He gave me a puzzled look.
“I thought it was tomorrow?” I frowned at the thought. I could have sworn I saw the results on the Yahoo homepage. “Where did you get the new?” Breaking my thoughts.

“The news?” I wanted to slap myself. I almost gave myself away. “The television.” Blurting a lie.
“I was watching Winx Club!” My sister piped in. My mother’s eyes narrowed into mere slits.
“I…mean Ashley’s television.” My mother still had that suspicious look on her face.
“Jordan, I think its high time a talk with you about boys is needed.” I chocked on my food. Not now…
“And about sex.” My sister butted in. I glared at her.
“Ashley’s harmless.” I finally regained my composure. “ This is Singapore mummy! We are in this protected, sanitized bubble that premarital sex or even the notion of it is alien to us.” I spoke on behalf of the youths of Singapore.

I finished my plate in lightspeed and decided to excuse myself before my mum brews up any other weird ideas. I quickly got back into my room, locked the door behind me and opened the Viao again. I decided to name my little gadget. I shall call him…Ski, because the laptop was in a sky blue hue.



“Did you send it to the right address?” My yellow eyes bore deep into the pale-faced man.
“Yes..s…sir.” He stuttered fixing his eyes on the suspicious hand that was concealed under the black jacket of his superior.
“Then why is it not received yet?” Booming loudly than never before, he knew I was losing my temper fast. He sank deeper into the chair trying to maximize his distance on my face. I inched closer till I smelt his alcoholic breath as he trembled with fear.
“ Where is the chip?” I gripped his collar with my other hand. Forgetting to give him time to answer. His eyes watered badly. I loosened my grip on him, it was no use getting information out by force. I curled my lips into a perfect shape of satisfaction. Calming down he told her of what mistake he made to put it into the public mail. With eyes of understanding, he apologized and got up and headed towards the door. “You wont do it again.” He turned around and everything turned black.
He laid on his front as if to prostrate, thanking God he was spared, but it was otherwise.

25 dec:
“Merry Christmas!” Jessica screeched into my right ear. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to block out the noise. I groaned as a turned on my mobile phone as a “Merry Christmas!” message greeted me. I sighed, tossing my mobile phone aside. If anyone else said Merry Christmas to me, I will morph into scrooge and be a killjoy. I stared at the pitch-black sky, what time was it? The glowing digital numbers that told me it was way before my usual morning sunrise. Oh shit! I was supposed to place the laptop back into the packaging…I jumped out of the bed and hurried over to my desk. I grabbed Ski from his hiding placed and opened the wrapper, placed the gift inside and stuffed back the foam, closed the bag and rewrapped the gift for the third time. I gave myself a pat on back. I freshened up myself and got to the Christmas tree. I was as usual, the last to arrive. My parents, the ‘headache’ and Ate Lynn was there.
“ Sorry, I’m late.” I could see my sister edging to rip open the first present she saw. My sister’s eyes pleaded my parents to start opening her presents. My mum and dad agreed. Sounds of shredding paper followed.
I picked up the presents, which had my names on it and ripped open the first one. I was utterly disgusted. A whole set of make-up items complete with clips and all. I looked at whom it was from. It read:
A perfect set like this for a special growing girl.
Lots of love,
Aunt Candy
My sister was eyeing me with envy that led me to a brilliant idea. I could trade one lipstick for cold hard cash, fresh from her pocket money. I could almost smell the fragrance of the notes in my hand. I went for my next present. I tore it up and smiled at the gift my dad gave me. Pellets and a huge stack of target cards for my air shooting! I was running low on my supply after going to the shooting range on a weekly basis, since the holidays. I chose my next victim. Tearing up its flesh to reveal a genuine American football with the famous brand name “Wilson” on the ball. Now my collection is complete! Ashley always bought the best suitable gift ever. The other gifts were nice and I looked at the faces of my parents. Pure joy. I fell disappointed. They did not feel that anything was amiss? Maybe they did not buy that present for me. Maybe it was not from them but from someone else, like my grandparents. No, they already gave me my Christmas present: A red packet with wads of money in it. They too knew what I loved most.

Time passed by and the sun was high up in the air. The dim glow of the Christmas tree did not glow as brilliantly than before. My dad was watching the football match between the Black Skii and the Golden Eagles as they battled on. Curious, I crept to my dad’s side.

“Is this the real ‘live’ game time telecasted?” I asked out of inquisitiveness. My dad shut me up as he pointed to the right of the television screen. I followed his finger to the right and “LIVE” was written. My eyes were on the ball was ball but my mind was not. The time was almost up and the score was 8 and 28. My heart sank. SO it was just my mind playing tricks on me. But alas! The ball went into the hoop as the sound of the whistle followed suit. I gave a satisfactory grin and walked back to my room. I was tempted to tell Ashley, but decided against it.

What did it mean? I was still in shock of what had happened as I stared blankly into the computer screen. I could swear on my life I saw the results before it actually happened. Did I have some sort of talent like Isaac Mendez, in Heroes? I shuddered at that thought. It wasn’t possible. My eyes fell on the corner of my computer. That was it! Yatta! I quickly checked the time, it was the 28th of December 2007. Was it possible if I could…My hands danced on the keyboard as I quickly looked for the stock markets, was it possible…I looked at the whole table of green arrows and red ones. I grabbed a newspaper next to my bed and tore the middle page out. I compared the results and at the same time dialed my mum.
“ The KPB.” My heart pounded my ears.
“Are you sure? They have always been going down since…”
“Exactly, it is the cheapest. You will not regret this investment.” I reassured her. I place the phone down and sighed. This would confirm my assumptions. But I didn’t stop there.
The page of the Premier Football League appeared before my eyes. I looked at the latest match. It was between Chelsea and Manchester United, it was a tie. I did some liaisons with Fadzli and Hong Yong it was done. I cracked my knuckles as I brushed my conscience aside.

28th dec:

The day after Christmas I had this outdoor camp in some deserted place that nobody wants to go to for two whole days! No television, no nice food, no comfy bed and worst of all, no computer! I really couldn’t stand it there. Plus they robbed me off of my money. Sandfly bites littered my hands and legs. The only comfort I had was thinking about what was ahead. Did the stocks of KPB really go up? Or was it a façade? I sighed as more thoughts of doubt entered my mind as I slept with the bloodthirsty mosquitoes on that night. But my first victory cry was confirmed by my mother’s sudden holler.
“Oh my goodness!” My mother hugged me. We actually got double the amount we invested in!” My tired eyes could barely open but I knew what she was talking about. I rubbed out the sleep in my eyes as I waited for the next call.
“Bloody hell.” He spat the words out. I couldn’t help smiling to myself. He took out his wallet and placed it back into his pocket.
“We made a deal.” I firmly said. He took out $40 dollars from his wallet and reluctantly placed it into my hands. I grabbed the notes and hurried away. I could just picture Hong Yong face, scrunched up in anguish. I managed a chuckle out as I headed for my next victim. The game has just started.

“Money?” I held my hand to his face. His eyes avoided me as he pressed red notes into my hand. I pocketed my win and gave a friendly slap on Fadzli’s back. He smiled for half a second and continued his moody disposition. “ Come on, it’s only forty dollars. Peanuts for a guy like you.” He sat in silence. “ Well… I could give you 10% of what I have.” I took out four bucks and waved it infront of him. He pushed it away from his face and complained.
“ Manchester United hasn’t won Chelsea since the time…I drank milk!” Oh so that’s why he was so moody about.
“ Well at least they won one premiership league in 1890.” Although that was quite pathetic, seeing that Chelsea won 30 times more. But I decided to keep that comment to myself, seeing that his ego has already been destroyed by me. I left him alone to sulk while I indulged myself with a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream with my Yusof Bin Ishaks.

My phone vibrated as a drop of ice cream stained my shirt. Ashley’s voice greeted me.
“What have you been up to?” A hint of anger was detected from him. I licked rough my chocolate chip dough.
“Nothing that seems out of the ordinary.”
“So that forty dollars in your pocket is not out of the ordinary?” Dang. He guessed it.
“Yeah, I just took out money from the bank.”
“ Don’t lie to me. I know exactly what you just did.” I realized that Fadzli was one of Ashley’s posse. No point lying now.
“Okay, so what if I did?” I said defensively.
“How did you get it?”
“I got it from Fadzli?”
“Cut the crap.” I stopped licking my ice cream. Ashley rarely said any crude words, and if he did I knew it meant business.
“I know you wont believe me but Ski can tell the future.”
“Who is Ski?”
“ The Viao.” There was silence on the other end. I continued on. “He can tell the future.” I repeated it in case he did not get it correctly. Silence still hung at the other end of the line. “ If I were to change the computer time to the normal time, it would go forward in time. And if figured…if it was true, I could be swimming in 20 pools of money in less than a year…by looking at the stocks before hand.” I am in big trouble. I moved my phone from my right ear, away from hearing distance. I could still her him shouting at me faintly.
~
A bald man sitting at the same ice-cream parlor stared at the comical girl holding her mobile phone away, through his tinted glasses.
“I’ve got her.”

Chp 3

The faint voice ceased. I looked at the screen of my phone and saw that he hung up. I placed the phone back into my pocket. I didn’t need another mother. I walked towards the interchange I picked a lolly dipped in powdery pop. Stopping for several seconds I looked behind me, feeling someone looking at me, but found none. I only saw several passer bys and a man stopping to clean his spectacles. I opened the powdery pop with a lollie and started to lick it as I carried on walking casually down the path towards the 359 bus terminal. I absentmindedly dropped my wallet on the floor and went back a few paces to get it. I purposefully tripped and fell forward, spraying the powdery pop all over his face and eyes. He screamed in pain as I grabbed my wallet and sprinted away. I still could hear the popping of the powder in his eyes. I carried on running, I didn’t dare to look back. Ashley was right all along.

~
“Why did you not answer me?” He was fuming mad at me.
“I said I’m sorry!” I whined. He eyes radiated concern for me. I rolled my eyes and stuffed pretzels into my mouth.
“How did you know you were followed?” I shrugged.
“Don’t tell me you found that out from your computer.” I kept silence stuffing myself with food. Now is not the time for a lecture. “Oh dear lord.” I fished out a piece of paper from my pocket. It read:
“Girl gets abducted after family selling back stocks of over a thousand dollars” His eyes were wide as saucers, mesmerized. I just sat there tired.
“Do you know what this means?” I didn’t need to reply him. “They are after the computer…it probably belongs to th-”
“Its mine.” I made it clear.
“But you re practically using it to get the stocks in favor for you! And the issue with Fadzli, who knows how many you have victimized in pursuit of your crazy obsession with money! You have no shame! No morals at all!”
“ Oh so you are saying that I don’t have morals? What about you? Your morals aint no better than mine!” I buried my head in my hands. It was no use shouting at him, he’s as stubborn as a mule. I calmed down breathed evenly. I could here a whimper from a corner of my room. I got up from my seat and headed towards Ashley. His eyes were teary and just sat in a corner folding his knees up to his chest. I used my fingers and combed through my hair, totally uncertain and stressed out.
“I’m sorry.” I forced it out, although I don’t see what wrong I did.
“It’s okay.” He dried up his tears using his handkerchief. I threw a pillow at him, and at once, that smile came back to life. “I guess we better get started.”
~
The smell of clean hygienic sanitized air filled my lungs.
“I am sorry Mdm, I-” He croaked.
“Miss.” I corrected him. I looked around, spotting a surveillance camera that eyed me.
“Sorry Miss, I never expected her to do such a thing.” It was a plea. My hands traced the cardiac machine as it gave irregular beeps. I turned the knob off. He couldn’t see me but he could hear me clearly. I placed my hand gently on his forehead and found that it was drenched with perspiration.
“Well, lets just say you got into an unfortunate mess.” I cooed gently in his ear. I kissed his forehead lightly which was timed with the safety catch clicking.
“Yes, an unfortunate mess.” He almost sounded confident. What a pity. Under the muffled covers of his pillow, a soft ‘putt’ was heard and thereafter it resumed to the usual silence of the hospital.

“You have a message…from 91167476. This is getting out of hand. You better stop it.” The mechanical tone of the phone made the message did not seem to serve its purpose as a threat. Sipping my hot mocca latte from starbucks in Citylink, I watched the crowds hurry about their business, oblivious that a killer was among them. Time was extremely short, but on the contrary, a little coffee wouldn’t hurt anyone.
“What a waste of money.” I said out loud unconsciously. Several people turned their heads and were disgusted by my sudden outburst. But it wasn’t because of the coffee; it was of a much bigger picture. I already hired two men to retrieve back what belongs to me, but both times were unsuccessful. I guess the only way out of this mess was to do it my way that means to do it on my own, alone.
~

“ Jordan! Ashley! Would you hurry up a bit?” Ate Lynn’s Filipino accent hid her urgency for them to be down for dinner. I ignored her fifth call. The whirling and monotonous steady beat of the printer printing information of the future was in full throttle. The furious tapping of the keyboards made the main melody of the music in my room. Ashley and I had made a great progress in finding more information about Ski. Wires made a blanket over the floor of my room as his laptop was connected to mine and so were the three other ports. If we knew more about it, how this thing works, we might be able to find where this computer originated from and how the configuration would be of a superior intelligence unlocking the future.

, for now.

Christmas

Hey people,
I am back from my dreamworld. Haha. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Since today is a special day, I’m going to give you all a present, but sadly it isn’t finished yet. I know I was supposed to finish it ASAP but I couldn’t help myself from reading books that were given to me for my Christmas present.
If I just had a whole year with nothing to do, I would read books.
Anyway, this past few weeks, we have been helping out in the sec 1 registration and have seen many small kiddies come to our school. I spotted no ang mohs. =( okay, that’s besides the point. We had excos meetings and I finished my last course at the Believersmusic center, to God be the glory!
I was a bit upset with the NLB because they did not inform me that I wasn’t suppose to do the story telling on the 21st and I had already chosen the book. Well I could use it for my next session on the 28th Dec.
I was also upset I couldn’t go with my shooting friend this whole week and the week before because of camps and other packed schedules. I guess my shooting would have to hold until net year.
My family had our present time on the 23rd after church. I got a lot of things that were really sweet from my parents and sisters. And I really did not buy anything from my two younger sisters! I am pure evil. We had it early because on Christmas day itself we would be busy. (I still have no idea how I could squeeze this time to blog.)
Last night we had a Christmas eve dinner with my grandparents at their house. We met my cousin’s girlfriend. She was really pretty and was really gifted in the area of music. Her voice was also so beautiful. And the funny thing was my cousin was like so in love and jumpy. I wanted to laugh but held my tongue. My mom commented that a girl can really change a guy. Women can change men and have them at their disposal. It was really true! Haha.
I am so excited because today we are going to receive guests from New Zealand, there are here for a mission trip, stopping by.
Oh and we are also having a Christmas/New year party in the Esplanade café. So if you want to come, I’ll treat you, because it is $12 per person and it’s the season of giving, so I would gladly pay for you. Just give me your names. Hehe. On the 30thdec 2pm-9pm.
I had a great time chatting with an old friend from my primary school. He was really funny, despo guy. I guess most Victoria Sec guys are like that. I’m glad, for once, I’m in a mixed school.
Well, I have not done a single piece of work since the last time I blogged. I am super dead. But I don’t think I’ll do any homework today. Too lazy, not in the mood and a million other reasons. Just hope I would finish everything by the 31stdec. (Which is really quite impossible, but I’ll still keep it as a goal)
I think next year I’ll do a weekly post and post a short composition for you all for me to brush up my skills and also to discipline myself. That reminds me, I need to post my other assignments on the school writing website.
Today I woke up early and made my mother a nice handmade card more beautiful and intricate than my other cards (yes, I‘m boasting, hehe). I’m glad she liked it. I really owe her a lot. She the best!
Okay I shall stop writing and post my Christmas story to you!

Love ya and have a Merry Christmas.


“Christ’s Love is greater than any person can ever know. But I pray that you will be able to know that love. Than you can be filled with the fullness of God” Ephesians 3:19

Books

Hey,
Thank you to all my readers. I love you all. Haha. well, let me start off with the weather.
It has been very chilly this past week for some unknown reason. Anyway, Zaf has made a bold step to sacrifice himself to the blood-thirsty mosquitoes. I hope he comes out alive.
The Bible Trail Conference 07’ at St. Andrews Cathedral was a blast! It started from the 6th Dec to the 8th Dec. I was only able to make it for two days, but I have gained many brothers and sisters in Christ. Two speakers, one from America and the other from Australia spoke to us about Hearing God’s Voice.
I have learnt a lot from them and will continue my walk with the Lord, with much greater understanding.
I spent time with my friend at the Esplanade library and did 10% work and 90% fun. I guess I would have to finish my holiday homework another time. Friendship comes first. Haha.
Yesterday I had an Exco-meeting at Elias Mac Donald’s and we had loads of enjoyable moments. And the most amazing thing was that we were able to finish what we had planned to do. Typical of us.
For the rest of the day I did not do that much, but had my weekly tuition for my A math. I think I am able to get the hang of trigonometry now.
Well today I picked up this book from my sister’s pile of books that she asked me to return to the library. It was called ‘400 essential SAT words’ by Denise Pivarnik-Nova. I was horrified at the amount of words I did not even know it existed. I started reading and it was an excellent book for improvement of my vocabulary bank. I am not exactly sure of how old a person must be to take the SATs, but I’m sure my standard of English is pretty low. So I tried out by using the words from this to write a little poem, which was my previous post. I am not sure if I used the words correctly but at least it was fun writing it. Point out my error if you spot any.
I also picked up the book Tempest by W.S. and I was utterly confused. I guess I’d have to give it a pass. Maybe in the near future, I’ll pick it up again.
Speaking of books, I re-read Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry and found my opinion of the book has dropped by a bar down. I guess many things weren’t as thorough as The Giver. Even the Giver seems to be miniscule compared to the book 1984 by George Orwell, in portraying utopian worlds. But anyway, it was a good bedtime story.
Anyway, I looked back at my two particular posts (one story and one poem) and decided to delete it, as it was horrible. Haha, yes, it was a shame to my writing. I guess I wrote it on impulse and thus it wasn’t as good as my other writings. Love all your comments that you left on my tagboard. Yay, you guys rock!
Well okay, I better be off for my shooting practice. Hope to finish the Christmas Story I owe you guys by the end of next week.

Step into my world

Mitigate my thoughts
Of obstreperous phantoms
And I would give you 300 quid.

Assuage my fights
Of gallantry void
And temerity I hold in my hand.

A true proselyte
Of a capricious will
And in a situation of culpable I was.

p.s. no plagarism