Dark Jedi

Alpha

2008-01-05T23:25:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-24T18:43:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-24T18:25:00.001-08:00

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

2007-12-24T18:19:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-24T17:40:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-12T19:32:00.001-08:00

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

2007-12-12T18:37:00.000-08:00

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

Advent

2007-12-05T23:24:00.000-08:00

Hello,
I have been writing more than before since the start of this week. So if I have neglected this blog, it will pay off with my Christmas present I am working on. So brace yourselves! Haha. Okay, anyway, on the 4th dec, I went to the shooting range and went bizarre. Although my hand was kind of tired from all that shooting, I decided to waste more pellets by just shooting the target without aiming, just have fun. I think I shot 160 pellets for two hours. And I did not too bad either. Here a photo of one of my target sheets.

On the 5th I went to esplanade and also did 4 hours straight of continuous writing. It was a very good feeling. Well, I’m working on this short story that will hopefully be done by Christmas, dedicated to you readers out there! Speaking of writing, I heard that Singapore is having a Singapore Writers Festival of some sort. Which brought memories to the travel writing workshop and a Poetry Slam I went to a month ago. I will be posting tips that I have dutifully noted down on paper. So you aspiring travel writers out there can get some ideas.
I also started on my E math homework. Yes, I have started but not done yet. I am kind of slow on my progress of finishing my holiday assignments. I just lost any will to do any homework.
Oh and I just watched season 2 of Heroes, episode 11 (powerless) and in it, it revealed a lot about happens. (spoilers coming up!) Sylar gets back his power by using the strain that was supposed to help Niki Sanders, Niki Sanders is assumed dead by the gasoline blast, Nathan Petrelli gets assassinated, and best of all Peter Petrelli, my favourite character, destroys the Shanti virus! I was so relieved by that. I totally adore Peter Petrelli, or Milo Ventimiglia, he is my hero! Okay enough of that shallow, frivolous rant.
Anyone up for a movie treat? Well I want to watch The Golden Compass and Enchanted but nobody wants to join me, sad isn’t it? Nah, I actually am lazy to ask anybody so I am stuck here with my predicament at home. Speaking of watching something, I just received this brochure that advertise the play, The Lord Of The Flies at the Esplanade Theatre Studio. I want to go! Cheryl? Zafran? Up for it? Haha.
Today, I continued my writing and watched several shows from Captain Planet. Yes, I was reliving my childhood days where my life only revolved around Sesame Street, Barney, Donut Man, and Captain Planet. Sigh, now with so much more complications, life is hectic and a headache.
Even when I read the newspaper, there is a constant frown on my face, with the Taliban and suicide bombers still going on and bush talking about World War III. I think that frown is going to be permanent. I just hope the elections next year would be a total change of events. Democrat or republican…we will see.
Advent is here and I’m sure we all have plans for Christmas. I just pray that we would all not lose the true meaning of Christmas…ever.

Snakehead

2007-12-02T07:17:00.000-08:00

Hi
I just finish reading "Snakehead" by Anthony Horowitz! It was great. I am officially Alex Rider's girlfriend. Self-proclaimed and certified. (Spoilers coming up!) I've gone teary eyed with anger for Ash. And hatred boiled in my skin because of that irritating twit, Sabina Pleasure. What a name. Ugh. Noooo, Anthony Horowitz, why did u add in the last scene!? Sorry, I am just venting out my anger.

A Date

2007-11-30T17:11:00.000-08:00

You know writers love comments, so please comment about this story, i need reviews. Flames encouraged. I wrote it in the wee hours in the morning. Hope you'll enjoy it.
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I fumbled over what to wear to my date. The pink one or the blue? I couldn’t choose. My mind was still on him. How he looked, how he dressed, how tall was he…I was worried, if he wasn’t like that in real life, what was I to do?
In the chat rooms, we would talk for hours about our interest and anything under the sun. He would toy with me with his silly comments and make me feel so loved. Infatuation you might say, well fortunately it was. We also would have heated debates about democrats and republicans and sometimes have discussions about social issues that pertained to our situation as adolescent teens. He was so knowledgeable.
I wore my red top with black jeans accompanied with a red and silver necklace that I dug up from the pits of my jewelry box that I never used. It was strange. This feeling of butterflies in my stomach really irked me, as I have never felt so anxious and nervous in my whole 15 years before.
Whenever I was in the chat room, he would be the first person that greeted me. He was the first person who was so friendly and honest about everything, never sugarcoating words and never hurting with crude jokes, like some of my classmates that I know of. It was a wonder, whenever I came online, he was always there, ready to have a conversation with me. We would talk late into the night, losing track of time but always had to go when our parents called, almost simultaneously. I guessed it was fate.
I took a cab down to Borders at Wheelock place. I glanced at my watch; it was a quarter past two. Fifteen more minutes to get there. It would take a miracle to reach there in time. I took out his Christmas present, which was by his favourite author Anthony Horowitz. “Snakehead” was printed on the front and I turned to look at the page where I wrote a little note. I read it several times just to make sure I used the right words to convey my feelings. My heart pounded with anticipation, it was nerve wrecking.
“Could I bring you out on Christmas eve?” The words flashed on my computer screen. I contemplated for a while. What if he expected me to be pretty and short? What if he was a pedophile? No, I could not doubt him; he was the nicest person I have met. Even my own brother was not as nice as him. He told me his deepest secrets and most intimate feelings. But then again it could be all a lie.
I stepped out of the cab and headed towards the mall. I tried to rack my brain of the previous conversation he had with me. Was he wearing a black shirt with grey pants or was it the other way round? I tidied up my hair while passing the automatic glass door. I spotted a dark figure with a similar description of him. He was holding a newspaper and reading it. As I approached him gingerly, he took out his sunglasses. There was silence.
“Sandra?” He broke the silence.
“William?” I spoke with utmost fear and trembling. He nodded. I hugged him as we crumbled down in laughter. Now I knew the other side of my twin brother.

-end-

p.s. no plagarism! okay? Yup yup.

Thanksgiving

2007-11-30T17:09:00.000-08:00

Hello there!
I haven’t been updating this blog as I used to. Well, I am quite busy I suppose. Anyway well I’ll just highlight the main things that happened to me this past week. On the 27th nov, Cheryl, Hadi, Zaf and Zen came to my house to do our chemistry project. We finished it by then and my dad came back home, embarrassing me with his silly comments. Anyway, we had a fun time and later went to BK to eat. And zaf, didn’t give me the burp test. Muhahaha.
On the 29th nov, I went to go shooting with my buddy. Yeah, I was quite happy with myself as I made a stark improvement from my previous trips to the SAFRA shooting range. Now that my hand is steadier, from that working out, I could shoot longer and not be that tired after shooting. And with a goal in mind, to DSA into MJC by shooting my air pistol, I think I might have a good chance in getting in. Hehe. Yeah I had a fun time with my friend too who was there for the first time.
On the 30thnov, which was thanksgiving, I went for my last session for archery in school. And thought back on how I was always missing the board and hitting other things, to now, being able to hit the bulls eye and having a higher score. It was a great achievement and felt good about it. And I think I am going to miss Mr Amin.
Later John and I went to meet up with our old primary school friend, and head prefect, Pei Yun. We waited for the arrival of our favourite primary school teacher, Ms Gan as she was fashionably late.
We ate at the whitesands food court and carried on to have a tour of our school. Well, although there were many new facilities and learning sites. I felt a sense of heaviness and sadness I guess from the place. I don’t know why, but as we walked to the different places such as the ‘garden’, it was wild, unkempt and a mess. Plants didn’t match their signs and the fishpond was pitiful. She told me that the school had big plans, but didn’t have the money to finish and to keep it up and growing well.
The fascinating thing was that they did have learning centers of the history of Singapore, which was very interesting and turning the place into a mini museum. Other than that we were told that many teachers left the school due to a lot of reasons. And that was really heartbreaking. The building itself was a let down as it was all concrete and rigid. It had straight hallways and nothing of the new wings, ever did bring forth memories of my times in the school. It was really depressing. All of my hopes of the implementation of PRIME, for the future generations, were all a disappointment, all except one place, which was the library. It was very beautiful and had murals and paintings that were elaborate and colourful. Seats in the mini train were comfortable and the place was considerably cozy. That was the only place I took comfort in.
Before we left for home, I gave my teacher a little Christmas present, just to say thank you for all she has done in my life. She was really an inspiration and also had much faith in me to do the impossible, like scoring A* for my science in PSLE. And as I walked out of the building, I realized that all that memories that were created in our younger days, was all that was left, not a single concrete thing was there to tell our story. Tears welled up and it was just something I couldn’t get a hold of myself, but glad I visited my teacher and friend.
Later I had the first storytelling to the children at Whitesands, with all the people milling around, some watching and some (I think) despising of such a childish behaviour of me. Hehe, yes I may be a laughing stock to others but I felt good as I did tell the story of the “Priceless Gift” on stage at the atrium. I was tense at first but after sitting down on the weird rocking chair, and looking at the faces of the children, I resumed to my normal story telling style. Yes, I finally did it. It wasn’t that hard after all. And I really hope I could do it again if given the chance.
Later I went to the Thanksgiving dinner, which was held at our church and ate lovely turkey, shepherd’s pie, lasagna and all the scrumptious western food. Anyway, we had praise and worship and then we were addressed by Kyle and Victoria, from the US. They were my dad’s pals during his university times. Anyway, they donated evangelistic necklaces and explained to us what each bead represented. It was really beautiful. I thank God for everything he had done in my life and giving me the best of friends.

Well, today is the first of December and oh dear, one month from school! I hope to study harder and prepare myself for my O’s next year and to cross my fingers in hopes to get in to the New Mexican College after that. And since I am currently broke, I have decided to make Christmas cards for everyone, its cheapskate but from the heart. So don’t expect anything with a price tag on it addressed to you from me. Happy holidays!

P.s. This morning I wrote a little short story, Reviews please!
p.s.s. I GOT THE LATEST BOOK OF THE ALEX RIDER SERIES! “Snakehead” and I am going to bury my head in that book. Oh and I embarrassed myself when I saw the book at MPH and gave like a shout for joy. Haha, it was really funny. All eyes were on me. Oops.

Gallant

2007-11-26T02:18:00.000-08:00

Enjoy!
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~GALLANT~

The deafening silence cut through the stifling air like a knife. Two weary travellers plodded on the white strip of hard ground. The blistering sun overhead burned their bodies, scorching every inch and painting their light brown skin red. Their legs ached from the seemingly never-ending journey, and their throats were as dry as sandpaper.

The glare from the sun limited their vision and the oppressive heat caused the two travellers to feel suffocated. The makeshift hats they had made failed to serve their purpose. Beads of sweat glided down their brow leaving a salty trail behind, as their steady, nearly musical breaths came and went in a regular pattern.

It was a tiring but necessary journey. They were messengers, delivering an important letter for Her Royal Majesty, Empress of the Black Mountains. It was vital that they reached their destination in time. The future of their kingdom rested on their shoulders. No one but the Empress and they knew of the chaos and destruction that would befall their nation, should the letter's delivery be unsuccessful, or worse—fall into the wrong hands.

In spite of the unbearable climate, the two soldiers pushed themselves. Further and further from the beginning. Closer and closer to the end. Focused on their duty, the two of them failed to notice of the looming shadow biting at their heels.
As they moved onto uneven ground, the atmosphere shifted slightly and a cool, shiver of a breeze brought sweet relief. It was now a challenge for the intrepid warriors to lift each leg. Nevertheless, the two of them persevered as the clock continued its stealthy glide.

Uneasiness washed over the first traveller. He stopped abruptly and looked around. Reassuring himself no one was following, he brushed off the feeling and resumed his trek.

Their footsteps formed a strange rhythm as the unconsciously synchronized their pace. Left, right, left, right. For a long time, neither fell out of the almost hypnotic beat.

But wait, an alteration to the original score popped up like an ugly weed.
Then, instinctively, the second messenger broke out of line and came to a halt. His ears pricked up, and for a moment he seemed as if he could pinpoint where the queer sound had come from.

Nothing.

Looking behind, the first soldier called out to his friend to hurry. Not wanting to be left behind, the latter complied, scurrying to close the gap between them.
Wham! A gigantic pink thumb came crashing down on the first traveller with such a force. The second traveller froze in utter horror as the now bloodied carcass of his friend was wiped awkwardly across the terrain. Mangled beyond recognition, the first traveller was twisted into a grotesque shape; limbs arranged in awkward poses.

The second traveller lost it. He let loose a scream. And ran.

The sound of ultimate suffering tore through the air.

It ended.

The boy scrapped the annoying brown ants off his table and tossed them carelessly into the waste-paper basket behind him.

He failed to see that he had caused their deaths.

He failed to see the shredded scroll and the magnitude of his casual actions.

He failed to see lumpy remains of the Empress' bright red royal seal smeared on the bodies of the two valiant knights.

~THE END~

OBS

2007-11-26T02:10:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone,
I have not been writing for quite some time after my camp. Laziness has succumbed me. OBS was really a great camp, with Raleigh as my watch, and our beloved Hyzue as our instructor, it was fantastic.
At first it was a bit rough going with people unwilling to help each other and were contented in their own comfort zones, on the fourth day, we all made it! Sorry for my bad grammar. I think I lost my touch. Anyway, the whole OBS consisted of two expeditions both land and sea and other games and high elements.
On the first day we didn’t do much but just sorting out our stuff, pitching our tents for the very first time and writing out our hopes and fears of the camp. Solomon and I were made to be Day I/Cs. We played other games and got used to our watch.
On the second day we headed to the sea and learned how to kayak and jump off a platform into the sea. I was apprehensive at first but just jumped, knowing sooner or later I would float up (either dead or alive). I think the main reason I wasn’t too keen on jumping was the fact of me swimming. I actually did pass some swimming course during my early childhood years but simply forgotten how to do it now. Anyhow, I was with Adrie and Rui Jun and we did the whole capsizing procedure and kayaked to another camp. Although it was rather tiring and the current was against us, we did manage to get there first. Muhaha. We had a tour of OBS camp 1 and the facilities that they have. We later had rock climbing, which I never tried in my life and it turned out really fun and enjoyable. We sang a birthday song to Hyzue and nominated our next day I/Cs.
On the third day we set out early in the morning to race against the tide to cross the swamplands for our sea expeditions. Adrie, was the leader so we al had to keep on pushing to be ahead of everyone else with the Navigator (Husni, John and Jolyn). Our small fleet of kayaks managed to get out of the swamplands in time and it was a great sense of achievement. After changing up and settling down in this cool air-conditioned room, we played a few games and I learned a lot about other people and their unique personalities. We had Maggie noodles for our dinner but I didn’t have much appetite to eat, after seeing Dominic and Zhen Qiang swallow the food whole like a wild boar.
On the fourth day we packed our stuff and had a game of teamwork. Most of our watch members fell under the stress and pressure, including me, as we could not accomplish the task that was given to us. We had a long talk and sorted things out. Soon the watch started to take more initiative and helped each other along. This was when the fun started. Everything went smooth sailing as we got along pretty well, with jokes surfacing like “beauty and the beast” and other nonsense that bonded us together. We hiked to different spots of Pulau Ubin and discovered that hiking wasn’t about mosquito bites but of enjoying the nature, serenity and admiring God’s handiwork. We came back to camp 2 early and enjoyed a scrumptious dinner with spaghetti, mee goreng(don’t know how to spell) and apple crumble(by Hyzue). We played a little longer and had ghost stories and games under the helicopter pad and got chased to sleep.
On the fifth day, we wanted to stay in the camp longer. Not willing to let go and head back to mainland. Our attachment with Hyzue was so strong and we soon dreaded going back. We said three thank yous, two sorrys and one promise to the watch and gave each other our envelope full of memories. We also did our trust jump or whatever you call it, ringing the bell after making our commitment.
As we sailed back to our KFCs and mobile phones and internet with our OBS T-shirts and stinky clothes, we realized that camping was so much fun and the environment became our homes in a blink of an eye. We missed all the discomforts that became comforts during that 5-day camp and relished the memories that will forever be engraved in our hearts.
Cheers to Raleigh, the best Watch in the world!

angst

2007-11-18T07:09:00.000-08:00

This is what happens when you have a writer's block, and still force yourself to write a story.(writer's block + determination = rubbish)
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“Hey Alex, come here.” He was standing at the corner peering out from the slits of the blinds. He walked towards me and I showed him the list of invited guests for our wedding. He scanned down the list of names and gave me little squeeze on the arm. He whispered in my ear “ You forgot Mrs Harris” His warm breath was still lingering in my ears as I smiled weakly. I penned down her name at the bottom of the list. Mrs Harris. Who was she? I have never met her nor talked to her before but she seems like his guardian angel. A surge of jealousy rushed through my veins. Relax. She’s married isn’t it? Well at least I will be able to meet her face to face.

“Hello?…Yes, Kathleen five little bunches of red roses for my flower girls…no, just the ribbons…yes, okay. Bye!” I placed the phone down on the receiver, everything was going as planned and tomorrow, I will kiss the man of my dreams and be his forever. The sudden clash of lightning, made me jump out of my skin for a while. “Oh dear.” I muttered under my breath. The strong winds were blowing the curtains rapidly. I jumped out of bed and closed the curtains. Locking it tight, Michael came in with his blanket. I picked him up as he licked my face. I stroked his fur as I placed him on the bed. He curled up in the warm spot of the bed and soon fell asleep with the rhythmic patter of the rain on the windowsill. I smiled at him as I closed the door of the room. I rubbed my hands together; it is going to be a cold night. I lay beside Michael as I glanced at the empty pillow next to mine. It would soon be filled.

I tossed in my bed and finally decided to wake up. I couldn’t sleep, I paced up and down in the darkness trying to rid the nagging feeling at the back of my head. I finally decided to get a drink of water. Darkness was not I feared, but loneliness was what I feared most. I hugged myself as I walked carefully down the creaky flights of steps. There was some light that flickered off the walls, probably from the streetlamps. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and suddenly it occurred to me, it was the familiar colour of red and blue that danced on the walls. I quickened my steps as crazy thoughts whirled in my mind. I raced to the doors, not even wearing proper clothes and shoes, and dash out of the house with my bunny slippers and all. There was a crowd of people already gathered with their bathrobes and towels. Policemen were cording off the area with yellow tape. I tiptoed and pushed through the crowd to see what was happening. Opposite me I saw Mrs Skywalker, my dear neighbor, with her handkerchief to her cheeks, crying. I turned to see Mary-Ann, my best friend covering her face with her husband’s chest sobbing. It suddenly hit me. I weaved my way through the crowd until I saw the body. “NO!” I cover my mouth and crumpled on the floor. There, lying on the ground was a dark-hair man, in his hand held a bouquet of red roses. I scrambled towards him. “Darling, you must wake up, our wedding is tomorrow!” I grabbed his shirt and pressed my hand on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. “Darling you got to wake up!” My tears drowned him with a never-ending ocean of everlasting love. I grasped his shirt tighter and cried my heart and soul out. I looked into his vacant stormy grey eyes and caressed his cheek. No, this couldn’t be happening to me A hand rested on my back. I turned to see Mary-Ann and allowed her to hug me, her heartbeat slowing my shivering tremors. I turned back to him and kissed him for the last time. I gently closed his eyes and squeezed his hand for the last time. The thunder rumbled in the sky as they zipped up the body bag. I just sat there motionless as the body was carried away.
“Alex? Boss wants to see you.” Detective Corey peeked round the corner. I looked up from my paperwork and took of my glasses. I rubbed it for a while and proceeded to the office. Corey mouth the word’s ‘good luck’ as I passed him. I wonder why Sergeant called me. I knocked on Sergeant Fin’s office door.
“Come in!” A voice from the inside said. Sat down infront of him. “ Ah, yes Mrs Alexendra P. Chrysler.” He fumbled for his notes and after a while he stopped. “ Yes, I have heard a very good report on your part with the Kalburg’s case. I am proud to say that I am moving you to another sector of criminal investigation.” I raised my eyebrow, I prayed that it would be forensic pathology or something like that. I crossed my fingers under the table. “It is a very special unit. Homicide.” My mind went crazy. No! it was the most boring sector an agent could ever have. I just sat there quietly and did not complain. “I think it is a fantastic opportunity for you to be in this sector and you agree right?”
“ Yes, sir.” No! Why did I say that? Do you know how many Singapore cases are there with homicide? Zero. Nil. Maybe one or two but a bare minimum. He must have notice a little doubt on my face, dang, he notices everything.
“ So is it comfortable with you?” He looked at me again with those penetrating eyes.
“Yes, sir I am comfortable with the decision.”
“ Very well then, you shall pack you things and tomorrow I shall meet you on the 24th floor homicide.”
“ Yes Sergeant.”

Mickey's Magic

2007-11-18T06:28:00.000-08:00

Make believe castle as a backdrop

Mickey's Magic

My sister and my bad photography skills

Hello there,
Looks like my promise to you readers out there is still not fulfilled. Well you have to bear with me for a while. Anyway, today I accompanied my youngest sister, after church, to watch Mickey’s Magic and burned a deep hole in my pocket. Anyway, she seemed quite happy so that was the main thing. We were seated quite near the front and the view was spectacular. Although Disney on Ice is much better (in my opinion), this show won the hearts of many youngsters, including my sister. Only a quarter of the indoor stadium was occupied so it wasn’t that big, but it was littered with many ‘ang mohs’, with their adorable children. Well, call me a pedophile if u may but sorry Singaporean guys, these little kiddies come first. Heh.
I made a mad rush to buy all my camping stuff for tomorrow and packed it haphazardly. I told you I am the renowned procrastinator. Well at least that’s over now, just in time for me to sleep. But I’ll dig up a story I did during the time when I was struggling with my writer’s block. So it may seem a bit of a low standard. It’s a plot bunny so it’s not finish either.
Oh and yesterday I met my tutor, Marcus. Anyway he seemed okay I guess, kinda young, ‘hip’ and up and running kind of a person. But I don’t think I have enough money to increase the frequency of the tuition. Another thing that I found out was that he was more of a score A1 type of person and not like a ‘lets sit down and talk about the beauty of the English language’, which I think is in a way good because he is very focused on helping me get a distinction and that is what I want too, although admiring the beauty of the English language would be much more fun. Actually I am not allowed to talk so much since I gave him my blog URL, so I better be careful with my words here!
Well see ya then, just hope my brain cells wont fry in the heat of the jungles in OBS.

Voice of a writer

2007-11-16T21:50:00.000-08:00

Hey there!
I am just squeezing some time before Marcus comes to the house. So i thought about what my older sister said about writers being egoistic and having this huge ego hidden inside them. Yes, all writers do. So I wrote this silly little poem off my head. See if you like it. Reviews needed.
This poem takes in a form of an egoisitic writer and how she expresses how she feels.
(And yes, I am egoistic here too, to even show you my silly work.)
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Have you ever wondered?
How writers write?
Have it ever occurred to you
How writers share their plight?

How a bird flying high
Excrete such emotions
How a blowing wind
Can suggest such notions

Have you ever heard
How editors kill?
Have you ever felt
How terrible to lose your will?

How horrible it is
To have a writers block
How retraining it is
To write before the clock

Have you ever thought
How writers are masterminds?
Have you ever saw
How the many stories entwine?

How would you think
If writers don’t have souls?
How could you ever blink
If stories would not unfold?

Have you had that feeling
How writers have egos?
Have it ever crossed your mind
How writers cherish amigos?

How despicable it is
To say a writer is wrong
How disastrous it is
To say a poem has no song

Have that simple thought inside
How writers always think
Have sensitivity when you flame
How ever you try to blink

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P.s. no ripping off of me...love ya.

grad nite

2007-11-16T17:54:00.001-08:00

Hi,
I am very certain I would not go for the Graduation Night next year. It was a bore, this year. I had this premonition that it would be boring and turns out I was right all along. Okay let me relate to you the series of lackluster events.
First off, I went to school fully dressed with my councillor uniform and tie. And we all signed out our blazers and nad marked the attendance. We were all geared up for action but then our teacher in charge went home and change. So we did nothing.
When she came back, we were assigned to our duties and waited. Students streamed in with barely recognizable faces awed the secondary two councillors.
I couldn’t help by just standing there and doing nothing plus, I had a headache so I went back into the councillor’s room and rested my head against the wall.
When the crowd of informally dressed people went up to the hall, we gorged ourselves with the cocktail chips. And shortly after that we went to the hall and stood at the door for the whole time. The speakers from each class said their thank yous and left the stage. They played some games and Ms Zaidah asked if Albin and I could help out with the helium tanks. I carried the tanks with my good right hand and without a single struggle carried them all the way to the staff room. Whereas for my dear Albin, the NCC boy, was struggling. I guess lifting weights did help drastically, I just didn’t know it. Hehe.
Anyway, we came back and started to serve food. This was the fun part, because I had at least something to do. I served two trays of food and I have to say this, the sec 4s were really well mannered and I am certainly proud of them. Nad later told me that there were a lot of people in our queue because we gave them a much bigger portion than the two other stations. (Shush…)
They had other games and had the prom queen and king nominees and finally crowned them, without any crowns. But I guess the fun wasn’t for me to indulge in but for the sec 4s. If I were in their position, maybe, just maybe I would feel that this graduation night is the best and most memorable.
After that, they had the floor open for everybody. Some of them went home, some stayed on and took millions of photos with their friends, having this mentality that they will never see each other again. Others danced to the music and had fun. I on the other hand helped some of the seniors to take shots of them and also urged my friend to take some with her beloved seniors. Then I stood there and did nothing. And after about half and hour I went home with Arian and Naeem.
That sums up what I did from the whole afternoon and night. Wasn’t it “great”?
Well the turn of events happened late at night when I talked to my friend for the whole night, finally exhausted I was allowed to sleep. Hehe. I didn’t notice the time but felt that it was way better than the whole event that took place for approximately 8 hours.

In Today’s newspaper, I read a very interesting and true article about Singapore’s education system. It was about this family of expats from The Philippines with American passports living in Singapore. Although I know that the MOE is doing their very best in helping students learn, it is made known to all for its ruthless system that torture students as young as 7 to carry more than 3kg of books to and fro from house to school. But that’s not all. The environment in Government schools are of a rigid but systematic system for students to learn more than their brains can ever hold. Noelle De Jesus (the writer) felt very strongly that International schools were more flexible, focused (as in the student-teacher ratio) and there were many opportunities for people to think out of the box, innovatively and imaginatively. This is also true for the MOE system but it is like once in a blue moon. I also agree with her point about the Chinese language “classes that proved too difficult even for Singaporean students”. Hah, I always knew there were people out there who could sympathize with my struggle. But I am crossing my fingers to hope that the MOE system would take Mandarin as a foreign language and not compulsory for people like me to take. I wouldn’t mind taking another language that I am interested in. For interest is somewhat like the key and motivation for us to study that subject. But I guess the MOE has their reasons, for I am only a 15-year-old adolescent teenager in the eyes of their empowerment. (Please don’t quote me)

The Tube

2007-11-15T18:07:00.000-08:00

Hey hey hey,
I just wrote this like this morning. So it is fresh out of the oven. No editing yet but hopefully if I have more strength and less laziness, I will try to finish writing this plot bunny. Actually I wanted it to be a one shot thing but I guess I had a novel in mind. Don’t worry I promised you two more of my work. Coming up soon. Oh and before you read this, it would be handy to have a map of the Tube by your side. It will help you drastically.
Like it or hate it, please comment! Flaming needed.
Sorry my paragraphing is a bit raw and hard on your eyes, so bear with me.
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“Because of you, I don’t know how to let anyone else in!” Kelly Clarkson’s song blasted into my very ears. I was an adolescent teenager, struggling the face the evils, such as my mother, of this world. But it was the very last day of school. I dragged my feet to the train station and waited for the Tube. People started coming. Some spacing out, some reading, some talking on the phone. My mind soon drifted to the same thought that I was contemplating for hours yesterday. I doubted. I was going through this cycle once again. I looked at my reflection off of the glass windows as it passed by, slowly halting to a stop. I wasn’t pretty. I was never sweet. Just a quantity of mass that filled up the space in the world. The doors of the tube hissed open. I squeezed into the last spot before the sliding doors slammed shut. A smoker was in front of me and he stank of cigarettes. I scrunched up my nose, holding my breath while the train accelerated.
I had my hand in my pocket and changed a song. Suddenly I felt something warm sliding into my pocket. I touched it and the hand retracted and the pickpocket quickly dispersed into the crowd. That was a close shave. My mind floated back to the decision that I made the night before. I took the paper out from my wallet and read it again. The words on that paper looked disfigured and the adjectives were not the right ones. I told myself again this was just my mind playing on me and kept it. Part of me wanted to tear it apart and part of me wanted to keep it. I buried that thought.
Kentish Town to Leicester Square was quite a distance to travel. I took out my mobile phone and opened a new message. It was again by the same unknown number. It read: ‘Red Shirt My Blue Pants. 0830. Be There.’ I looked at my watch; it was 8.15 and was at Goodge Street. If I could maybe just deviate for a while, before I got to school…The thought seems possible. The more I thought about, the more I was close to an adventure. The Speakers cracked, Tottenham Court Road. I hesitated, but there was no time to lose. I pushed pass the herds of people and threw myself forward into the concrete floors of the station. I took the central line and stopped at Holborn, where the red and blue line meets in the Tube Map. I memorized it and knew it. I breathed it. All my instincts told me to go back. But I ignored.
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“I am sorry but we have given you a new line. It is not possible for you to have someone sending you messages that you don’t even know of.” I gave her a hard stare. This was so frustrating.
“But did you see all these messages? Could you at least help me trace who the person is an ask them not to send messages to me any longer?” The blonde girl flicked her hair and thrust a piece of paper at me.
“Write your number and name and we’ll contact you when we solve the problem.”
I still did not receive any calls from them yet, after 3 months.
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I figured if I went there myself I could stop it at the root problem, but it was extremely risky. Thoughts of the worst-case scenario filled my mind. I gingerly stepped out and walked with the masses out of the station. I looked at the map, stared at it. I was at Holborn, now what? Was this a dead end? I took out a pen and wrote the remaining words. ‘Shirts’ ‘My’ ‘pants’. I placed it all together. I snapped my fingers. I went to the escalator and headed to the underground passage. I stopped in front of the store that read “shirtmypants” That was easy. It wasn’t open yet but you could see a flickering light at the back. I turned around and everything went black. It was exactly 0830.

Confessions

2007-11-15T16:02:00.000-08:00

Its not always often that you get woken up by the sound of a rooster giving its morning call. But I was woken up by just that. It brought me back to a certain trip that I went to, The Philippines for my mission trip.
Anyway, yesterday was a roller coaster of feelings driven by our raging hormones. Confessions and more confessions were heard throughout the day. Mostly by me and some from my friends. I have no words left to speak.
My sister also had an accident and was brought to the ICU for some stitches on her head. It was a bit traumatizing for my family. But at least she is okay now. Thanks to the Lord.
Today, I hope the day would be much better and I hope my day today would be better. After archery today we are going to help out with the graduation night or promenade night. So hopefully all these worries in my head would go away.

The remedy of my heart
Can’t be found
The worries of the pains
Has been drowned
The words are slipping
Will turn brown
The litter in my very soul
Discarded way down

Well that helped me, a bit. I just made this poem on the spot. Sounds stupid, well just wanted to put this in. Anyway, I miss my bass guitar. I brought it to church and left it there because the bassist had his bass repaired and needed mine to play. Sulk.
I am going to have my camp for the next week from the 19th to the 23rd of November. So I wont be posting during the whole week next week(duh) so I am going to give you a triple post this week! Thanks for being such faithful readers. Thanks for the support.
Oh and yesterday I had this briefing on some writing course in school. And I went hyper. I started to make the lamest jokes at everything. Calling Mr Shafie, Mrs Hafie. Yes I guess it was exhaustion from everything.
After that I went to the NLB as I was scheduled for my weekly storytelling to the little children. But turns out I was scheduled wrongly and it was actually the Chinese storytelling day, so I was left with the kiddy books. But at least I was giving more time to head to my Chinese tuition.
I gave Cheryl my birthday present to her in the same estate as my Chinese tuition so it was just nice. And for some weird reason, I had Zaf’s house keys. I duplicated an extra copy for myself. Don’t worry, I am a great cat burglar. Nah, I didn’t do that but I had his house keys. And I received a long sms from my friend and what he said was really comforting and I am so grateful and honoured to have a friend like him. I treasure my friends very much. Every single one of them.
My dear friend told me that I should have more feelings in my blog. Should I? I feel that it has loads of feelings all ready; you just have to look harder and read between the lines? You can help me suggest anything. Keep your reviews and thoughts coming about any stories/poems/posting I have done. It would be greatly appreciated!

Feelings

2007-11-14T00:21:00.000-08:00

Here’s a poem I wrote during my A and E math class, since I was so bored. Enjoy!

~Feelings~

I
Blasted into oblivion
Euphoria surrounds
But alas a realization
Entity abounds

II
Crafting into darkness
Sucking Blackhole
Help me in my plight
Pressures unfold

III
Loss is now alone
Fear consumes
Assisting to no avail
Longing resumes

-End-

Sorry this is a very short one. I still owe you guys one more story. Don’t worry it will come, soon.

P.S. The last part wasn’t nice, because it was done in a rush. Hehe. copyright: jedi.inc.

Ecstatic

2007-11-13T06:50:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone,
I am in my mother’s office in this comfy chair with a high tech computer with high tech stuff. This is so cool. Plus, my mum got me some real scrumptious cookies fit of a king. Well, talking about being in high spirits, my mood is really hyper now. Even my arterioles are dilating regularly for no reason in particular. Okay, anyway the day has been better then ever for me.
I received an $80 book voucher for my prize for the writing competition. I was ecstatic! I am really thrilled. Now I have the money to buy four books that I really want. Bliss. This was one of the things that contributed to my perfect day.
I also had archery today and did pretty well and gave myself a pat on the back, seeing that I have improved from m m m to 9 6 5. At least now I can laugh at Azmi’s and Husni’s face, in sheer pride. I think it was the shooting yesterday that helped me train my muscles to do as well as my shooting. Shooting with my shooting friend Mei Xian was also an enjoyable time, although I had to change my pistol three times because of three different reasons. I think I shot 50 pellets, which was very little, because my hand couldn’t stop trembling (from the tiredness of holding the air pistol), yes I m a weakling. But I am going to be strong, you wait and see. (I bought dumbbells at Velocity, Novena)
My name was called out for some English thing on Mnday and well at least I would be able to be given an opportunity to try really hard for my A1 in English and to do my father, mother and Marcus proud.
Oh and one thing reaky about my school is that the former councillor room, the Eden, has actually a nest of lizard eggs and lizards living in there without a care in the world. I saw it when we were ventilating the room and couldn’t believe what we were seeing. I wish I could take a picture of it. Well, at least we now know where the lizards in our school are breeding. Actually this was the first time Nadrah and I saw an egg of a lizard. (shudder) I don’t think the councillors would want to move back into that room, although it is much more spacious.
Oh and another thing happened today that made my day a whole lot brighter and happier. Zafran was holding back information that I wanted to know badly and finally he told me. I was stunned or rather in stark disbelief of what he said. Don’t worry, there wasn’t anything personal in that information or between either of us, it was about someone else. Sorry, I have to leave you in a grey area.
I am positive there are other things that happened today (like in church) that has made my day. Well, I guess I better spend my time y making full use of this comfortable office and stretch the resources this place has, including trying out some fancy headgear gadget, before my dad picks my mum and I up.
TTFN

The Young Fans

2007-11-10T04:35:00.000-08:00

Haha, okay this will be a real treat for you readers out there. I found this in my files...i think i wrote this when i was primary school. Enjoy! (i was a star wars fan and a soccer fan)

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A long time ago, in the suburbs of London, United Kingdom, there lived two remarkable people, who were neighbors and close friends since birth. The boy, Anakin, was an engineer with a penchant for fixing things, He was of average height, had brilliant blue eyes and short-cropped hair. The girl, Padme, who was name meant water lily, had fair skin, sparkling brown eyes and silky long brown hair. She loved reading and playing on her silver flute. She also had a golden retriever, named Chewie.
On the nineth of May, after the biggest soccer match of the year, the Intergalactic Cup, where the famous soccer player, Frank Lampard, led his team to victory. He was poisoned. The news was announced even to the ends of the universe, in every media station and in every communication company. The poison caused his face to become disfigured with blemishes on his skin, eyes to swell up and redden, his ears started to grow fungus, teeth beginning to rot and warts to grow on his tongue. Everywhere people were shocked by the ghastly sight of the once good looking soccer player. Naturally, they were not surprised when he put up a billion dollar reward for anyone who could find the almost extinct banana tree to make banana milk shake for him to drink so that he could be cured.
Meanwhile, Padme had gone to Anakin’s house to discuss about Frank Lampard’s condition as they were huge Chelsea fans. Out of the blue, Padme had an idea.
“Hey, what about helping Frank rather than just moping around the house?” Padme gave Anakin the you-know-what-I’m-talking-about look. He instantly knew…an adventure.
They quickly set their minds to work, since it was Friday, they could stay up as late as they wanted as the following two days were their rest days. They thought hard and planned their trip well.
“Are you ready to go?” Anakin asked padme who was lacing her shoes while nodding.” Is Chewie coming with us?” Suddenly out of the corner of Anakin’s eye, he saw the magnificent golden coat of the one and only…Chewie. He barked at the sight of Anakin, rushed over to him and pounced right on him. Chewie was all ready with his collar pouch containing all the necessities.
“Alright, I’m ready for anything!” Padme exclaimed carrying her backpack. Chewie barked as Anakin patted Chewie’s head. They jumped on their bicycles, and the trio set off.
They arrived at the Naboo forest. It was a large, beautiful forest. It looked as if it was an enchanted forest with many wild animals, tall trees with rays of sunlight streaming though the leaves. Butterflies flew everywhere sipping nectar from the beds of blossoming flowers. The song of birds high in the air was simply melodious. Anakin and padme parked their bicycles against the big oak tree and carefully walked through the forest, with Chewie constantly at their side, nothing bad could possibly happen, could it? Suddenly, Chewie stopped in his tracks and started barking loudly. Anakin and padme turned back and beckoned Chewie to follow them but the ‘golden figure’ stood rooted on the forest floor and continued barking frenziedly. Padme frowned, and walled over to Chewie and stroked his head.
“What’s wrong? I’m sure there is no danger here right? Come on, every minute we loose will bring Frank Lampard closer to death. Come on Chewie, please?” pleaded Padme in her soft, but reassuring voice. Anakin played with the leaves of a plant and spoke up.
“Come on Chewie, she’s right. There’s no danger”. But Anakin had spoken too soon. He started scratching his hands and legs and within a minute, red spots started to appear on his skin.
“Arhhh!!!! Poison Ivy!!! Arhhh!!! ” Anakin shouted at the top of his lungs while trying to scratch every spot on his skin. Padme looked from left to right frantically trying to find something or someone who could help them out, unexpectedly, she saw something furry padding towards them. A Ewok, Padme recalled, a furry creature she had seen in the animal encyclopedia. It was a quiet creature, so she held her breath. The Ewok was holding a spiky, green ball and it waddled to a nearby tree stub and using his bare hands, cracked the ball open instantly there was a sudden smell in the air. There was a yellow bulge inside the small delicate paws of the Ewok scooped the yellow stuff with ease and swiftly placed it in front of the ‘Scratching Anakin’. Anakin hesitated. Padme nudged him, “it means you have to eat it” she said. So Anakin took a small bite. All of a sudden his eyes grew round as saucers and itching instantly stopped. After eating a few more bites, there was not even a spot on his skin. But Anakin was to busy stuffing his face with the yellow stuff to notice, and for the first time the Ewok spoke up,
“A durian, this is, hmm…worked on you it has!” saying with a hint of joy. Padme was fascinated on how the Ewok spoke, in its strange, backward language. After finishing the durian, Anakin thanked the Ewok for helping him.
“Follow you I can?” he asked in a small voice. Chewie gave the approval by giving the Ewok a lick. So, the four of them carried on, searching for the banana tree.
“Woof! Woof!!” Chewie barked again desperately trying to tell something.
“What is it Chewie?” I think he is trying to tell us something…” Padme said, deep in her thoughts. Anakin searched the surroundings and saw some leaves rustling in the bushes.
“Let’s check it out. Maybe it might be dangerous.” Carefully without a sound, Anakin and the Ewok crept up to the bushes and found a white, spotted, wild deer struggling with the metal chain around its slender neck. The metal chain had trapped the deer to a tree nearby. “Hold on, I’ll cut the chain with something. Could you tell the others here?” Anakin instructed the Ewok. Anakin searched the bag frantically for something that could cut through the bonds but to no avail. Suddenly, he remembered he had constructed a lightsaber, which could cut through anything as it was powered by a crystal. It was in his pocket! He quickly took it out and activated it. He sliced through the metal chain easily. Padme and Chewie saw the chain broke in half in just one moment. Everyone was in awe.
“Thank you for saving me!” The deer spoke in a magical voice. “A hunter, who had come to find a banana tree, locked me up here. I was just curious as to where he would look and followed him, it’s my entire fault! Is it true people are looking for the banana tree?” Padme nodded. “Since you saved me, I will tell you the secret place of the banana tree.”
“You actually knew all along? Where is it? How do you know where to find it? Could you take us there?” Anakin asked excitedly.
“Slow down! My name is Luke and I can take you there, I knew where it was as my family are the keepers of the peace in this forest and we all know the secrets. It is an honor to know about it.” Luke finished of with a heartwarming smile.
“This is getting better and better.” Anakin said. They walked through the thick grass, bushes and undergrowth and sometimes stumbling over stumps and vines. The finally reached their destination after an hour of trekking. Suddenly Luke stopped. There it was the one and only banana tree! At last, they have found it! The Ewok wanted to try one of those bright yellow fruit hanging from the bunches, but as soon as he reached out Chewie barked as loudly as he could, making the Ewok withdraw his paw. However, Chewie kept on barking until a forked-liked tongue came into view, it was a snake. It hissed vehemently as it slowly coiled around the trunk of the banana tree pointing its blood-red forked-tongue at them and suddenly spoke,
“Myss namesss isss Sidious and have come to make thiss myss homes soss ssstay outss!” They shot each other a what-are-we-going-to-do look. An idea popped into Padme’s head. She took out her trusty flute and started to play a calming and relaxing tune. Shortly, she changed to a hypnotic sound and for a while till the eyelids of the snake dropped and ‘ssnoress’ came out of its mouth, Padme placed her flute in her bag and started to collect as many bananas as they could carry. Without further ado, the trio, along with their new found friends, the Ewok and Luke, hopped on their bicycles and made their way to the Frank Lampard’s bungalow. Bursting into the kitchen they asked the chef for milk, to make the banana milkshake.
In his room, Frank Lampard was in his bed tossing and turning trying helplessly to sleep when there was a knock on the door.
“P…lease…come…in……” Frank Lampard said with a voice of a squeaking mouse. The five of them, Anakin, Padme, Chewie, the Ewok and Luke the deer, rushed in through the door and sat beside his bed. Anakin opened Frank’s mouth and poured down five glasses of banana milkshake. Before you could blink your eyes, he came back to normal. He gave all of them big hugs with tears in his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
It was a world-wide celebration, every channel broadcasted the joyous occasion. Everyone had a smile on their face. It was time for the ceremony to begin.
“And this crystal of compassion has been awarded to Anakin and his friends, for their bravery and kindness towards others. Give it up for the famous five!” Shouted the Master of Ceremony, a famous actress, Natalie Portman. The crowd cheered happily. After the party, Frank Lampard wanted to give them the reward but they refused.
“We already have the best reward anyone could ever have and that’s friendship.” Padme said, smiling. Anakin spoke up,
“But I have one question; can I have your autograph?”

-end-

Letter of thanks:
Thank you, George Lucas for giving me ideas…I hope you don’t mind me using some names like, Anakin, Padme, Chewie, Ewok and Naboo, etc.
Thank you, Frank Lampard for letting me use your name and your soccer team. I hope you won’t sue me for whatever I wrote.
Thank you, Natalie Portman for letting me use your name for my story.
To all readers:Thank you, for all your time reading my story, I hope you can give feedback on this story and May The Force Be With You!

p.s. this is a fan fic. dont plagiarise too. ^^

Current affairs

2007-11-10T03:40:00.000-08:00

Hi there,
Wow, so much is happening in the world. I just found out that Amsterdam is flooded, the US dollar has plumaged down, an employer was fined, Citibank had some major problems and I was greeted by a sexy voice on the line today.
Well, that voice was the voice of my English tutor, whom I am going to have my first lesson next week. Actually I don’t need any English teacher but I just want one to see how and what does an English teacher do. So I called up and yeah, that’s how that voice talked to me. Okay, don’t worry I was just joking.
Today was errand day. I was running errands, going here and there. Buying things, wrapping presents and calling people. My mother and I went to see a possible tuition teacher but were disappointed, as the environment there wasn’t conducive at all. So back we went to buy presents for my older sister. Yes, today is her 17th birthday. As well as my dear friend Sarah Ng. Happy Birthday gals! Anyway, coming back home, I got the classified section and started to call about 10 calls to tuition centers and tutors, for my A and E math. I finally made my decision and voila, I got it. Well, it wasn’t that easy though.
Oh and about USA, well in my opinion I think USA should really stop the Iraq war. It is simply senseless, I have no grounds for it but that is my opinion. I mean shouldn’t they focus more on their own people than intruding or “helping” other countries? I don’t know but anyway, they really should stop. The many lives that were lost in this fight is truly saddening. And look now, even the Euro has exceeded the US dollar by 1.4 (I think). There are so many signs that are pointing to this one solution: Stop the war. But heed this advice Bush will not. But who am I to say such things.

My bill has shot up way higher than it should be for some unknown reason. I think I will be broke by the end of the year. I was even planning to go and work. Should I? I’d rather not. Laziness has stepped in…

An unusual reunion

2007-11-09T19:18:00.000-08:00

Hiya, another of my compos...see if you like it. i did it during my september holidays, i think.
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I wobbled in my stilettos shoes as I stepped into a classy hotel ballroom with much fear and anticipation. I turned back to see the signboard to double check if it was the right function that I was going to. It pointed to this ballroom but I don’t seem to recognize anybody. There were a few people that were in an orange suit, fixing the lighting. I placed my other foot into the ballroom. A beautiful delicate lady came forward and asked me for my name. Before I finished telling her my surname she closed the book and gave me a wink and sashayed away. I racked my brains for her name. Was it Abigail? Or was it Annabel? I randomly picked. “Annabel?” She stopped short in her tracks and turned to me and smiled her million dollar smile. Yup, it was her. Floods of memories came rushing down to me. Wasn’t she the girl who always wore a baseball cap the other way round and loved baggie clothes? It couldn’t be her! She was always the one who wore what she liked and never did follow the fashion trend of the millennium. Wicked. I looked at the decoration and the majestic layout of this place. It was so beautiful, somebody must have really saved up money for this to happen.
“Lyra?” A familiar voice spoke. It was the same voice that spoke through the Hologram that invited me to this party. I remembered that day clearly. I was rummaging through my stacks of paperwork for my coming work assignment when a metal disc dropped on the floor. It wasn’t those ancient CD-roms that we used to use when we were young. It was a holographic video, which popped out from the CD. It was all fuzzy blue until it cleared to a holographic image of Sachana, the chairman of my primary school days. That was when I knew it, I was going to a ball.
“Lyra?” Sachana asked. I turned around and saw her for the first time in twenty years.
“Sachana, wow you look gorgeous.” She thanked me and asked if I was doing alright and how her father left her with a huge inheritance and she decided to have a little party to remember the good old days, when elaborate dinner parties was like this, just that there wasn’t any virtual balloons and decorations. More and more people came by and I could hardly know who was who or even remember their names. Being the shy person that I was, I stood at the corner, observing the people that came in and trying to remember any memory that was in my head of them. The atmosphere of nostalgia was great and the warmth feelings made the whole place cozy.
“Lyra!” Charlotte, my best friend, gave me a slap on the back. I turned to her and we both squealed like little schoolgirls again. “ Oh you got to see Jamie’s kids! They are simply adorable!” She pulled me to the group of people. She re-introduced me and I found myself catching up on where we left off, along time ago. We glued extremely well and couldn’t be in a better place than this.
When we had to say our goodbyes, Philip was the saddest of all. To think that before he was the nerdy antisocial who would never utter a word for a whole day and now that he was conversing with us and having a ball of a time. I was disappointed that we had to leave but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Charlotte’s husband offered me a ride on their new landspeeder and as I sat at the backseat, watching the crowd disperse, this day will forever be engraved in my heart.

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P.s. Again, this is for inspirational purposes! Dont plagiarise! I trust you will not.

Utopia dystopia

2007-11-09T19:14:00.000-08:00

This week has been a very shaky week for me.

Well the first major thing was my Science Practical Examinations (SPA). It did not go well, as far as my Physics and Biology are concerned. My whole experiment for my biology was wrong.

I had a tiny bit of disagreement with my mother and miscommunication with her during my low threshold times. It is unavoidable anyway, but thankfully the situation is now better.

Suffered in archery lessons, got an excuse letter, went for Chinese tuition and living literature.
Other than that, I started to do some running around the estate. I hope to build up my stamina, after doing nothing but slogging away with piles of revision for the exams. Plus, there is this NYAA camp that I joined. And for OBS I have to be up and going, not that I am not already but just preparing for it. Plus I need to strengthen my skinny arms for my air-pistol shooting. Crossing my fingers, I hope to DSA into Meridian Junior Collage with my shooting, if I don’t get an internship in New Mexico.

Oh and I just started my Chinese tuition. Yes, you didn’t hear it incorrectly, Chinese tuition. Well, my mother told me that I needed to build up my Chinese language. ( I am currently getting F9 for my Chinese) So there, I went for Chinese tuition. A petite lady greeted me (sorry, I couldn’t catch her name) and she let me into her condo. We did a lot of worksheets and she covered a lot of things. I later found out that one of my classmates was also in this tuition class. That was a relief. Anyway, the most unique thing I found about her was her voice. I mean she could literally squeeze a whole novel into a single breath. Her conversation with others was like a bullet train, but she did tell us to stop her if she spoke too fast. I soon got used to her tempo and it’s a wonder how a person could speak so accurately with all the intonations of the Chinese language. I really salute her.

Oh and I read the Today’s newspaper and saw an article on a Filipino girl who hanged herself because of the extent of her situation. My heart was torn and sympathy really filled me. We, Singaporeans have so much and we are still not contented with what we have. I too, commit the same crime. But if I did go to that place where the girl was, I could easily gotten her a bicycle and some clothes and books, but not about her parents unemployment. I have been to these areas in Philippines. We have our own church there in Iloilo, and we do send them our stuff and materials over there. But most of all they are hungry for Christ. And the best thing about The Philippines is that they actually allow missionaries to come and share the gospel out in the open. I for one, am glad for that. If everyone did their part, we could all prevent such things from happening. A person I admire most is Oprah Winfrey. Many a times, I tear up watching her shows because of such wonderful things she has done, out of pure goodness of the heart. I am sure she touched many lives in big and small ways.

A utopia will always be a dystopia. So we can never rule out poverty. So I think the best thing would be to pray for them, for God will provide for them and the Bread of Life is the most important. ^^

Prison

2007-11-07T18:40:00.000-08:00

Section A : Essays
Title of essay: PRISON
This was done during my june holidays this year for some east zone competition that was paticipated by various schools. Well, as suprised as I was I won the top prize...but i still have not got my book voucher yet, still crossing my fingers.
Well, enjoy(hopefully).
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“Mommy! Mommy! Don’t let him get me!” I woke up startled. Where was I? The tension in the room was palpable. I stood there, motionless. My mind reeled with thoughts of jumbled images. The bars. The darkness. Then, all of a sudden it came back to me in a flash.
I was with my Mom, at the park, basking in the sun, admiring the gardens and enjoying the cool breeze. I sighed contently. It was my first trip to the park. I remembered my mom telling me that the Big People would always go to the park to take their mind off their hectic schedules. I remembered the golden rule, not to go to close to them or they might abduct you. We strolled casually in the park, mother in front and I behind her. We picked and ate wild berries and admired the bees, filtering around to find their honey. We went to the café and nibbled at the scrumptious food there although we got chased out after the owner found out we did not have money. We went past the swings and the slides until I was too tired to move anymore, after all that traveling. We rested for a while watching the Little People having fun at the playground. Suddenly, a little boy cried out and pointed his dirty yellow nails at us, mischief dancing in his eyes. I looked at my mother with fear and trembling. Did I accidentally kick his sandcastle? The chubby child inched closer to us, as I stood rooted to the ground, stunned. She motioned me to start moving fast. Did I accidentally eat his food? I was just about ready to take off when something came down on me, hard. I was lost in darkness.

“No!” I screamed, realizing where I was. I flung myself onto those cold bars that kept me in. The prison trembled. I charged at it again, hoping for freedom, but to no avail. I frantically searched for an opening as thoughts of my mother tumbled wildly in my head. I was trapped. Feelings of regret made my intestines twisted sickeningly inside of me. I should have realized the danger right in front of me. I kicked the bowl of food that was placed on the ground for me. I sat there, staring beyond these bars where I could see trees waving at me, beckoning me to go and play with them. I started to cry. All of a sudden, a hand reached in and grabbed me by the leg. I screamed. The prison swayed even harder than before.
“Haha, I’ve got you now!” She hissed. This was worse than hell. I began to search for something to hit her. I grabbed the overturned bowl of food and threw it against the bars, it smashing into a million pieces. I prayed to God this was only a dream. The hand retracted back but it still clung onto the bars. The crashing of the bowl seemed to alert my captors.
“Mom! Katie is disturbing the bird!” That same small boy with horrendous yellow nails was here! ‘Mom’ grabbed the clinging cat away from the cage and placed her down on the floor. “Now look what that bird has done to my floor!” Mom said. “Bring her away, I do not want to see her here in my kitchen.” The boy grabbed my prison and brought it into a room, which stank of moldy cheese and half-eaten hamburgers. I called it the gas chamber. My days in this cell have just begun.
The End.

P.S. Don't steal my work okay? I worked hard for it. I'm sure you can think of more ideas than me. Just treat it as an inspiration for your story. hopefully

Welcome

2007-11-07T18:11:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone,
Welcome to my web log. I know I have not been blogging for a very long time. More than a year I reckon. So after stopping I figured if I did start, I would make my blog a little different, simpler, and not so complicated and well more words for you readers out there to read. I also wanted to post my compositions and maybe some of my plot bunnies for fun laughter, peace and joy.

Well this week has been quite of a hectic week as we had this foundation programme and it was compulsory, so we had to drag our feet out of bed and head to school. On top of that I also started to learn archery and went for a trip to the MPA. It was not what I had expected but at least I knew that Singapore was the busiest port in the whole world and it also is the third country that is well known for refining oil.

On the 3rd of November, my sister and I went to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at the Esplanade. It was wonderful. We sat at the balcony on the third level in the Esplanade Theater. It was not pleasant sitting there as we had to lean over and strain out necks to see what was going on, on the stage. During the intermission, I tricked my sister into sneaking in the second circle where there wasn’t anyone sitting there. I know it may be a wrong thing to do, but it was definitely worth it. The view from the seats there was spectacular and my sister soon agreed to my idea, of changing seats. (she is kind of a strong morals person)

Our church also had their anniversary on the 4th of November. It was the same age as me. That is something special to think about. The theme for my church’s anniversary was about remembering and certain individuals like my granddad and a visitor from the Franciscan nun family came to share their testimonies and it was a time to give glory back to God. Our church Chaplain (however you spell it) preached to us and gave us five “gems” as a symbol of thanksgiving and a reminder of what God has done in our lives. The Lord touched me, and I realized how he has moved in my life as well as others around me. And that was what happened to me for last week. And for that, you all deserve something from me in the next post. ^^