Haven't posted anything in eternity! xD Here's one I wrote recently. I would say I'm rather pleased with it.
There is a painting known as Emily. It is a heartwarming painting and has been displayed in many famous art exhibitions all around the world. Yet, no one could trace the origins of this painting. No one knows the story be behind Emily. Except me. And I am about to tell you this secret.
Paul stared at his painting for while. It was a rather decent painting of a cottage with a yard full of flowers and an oak tree by the side. There was a little girl playing with a bright pink ball at the centre of the painting. He decided that this was as good as it can get. Putting his palette and brushes down, he prepared to make do the final touches. He held up a blade of grass, a tulip, a daisy, a piece of bark from an old oak tree and a strand of hair from the little. “Painta Liva,” he uttered, casting a spell on the painting. At once the items he held disappeared and painting sprung to live. The grass grew wild and became less symmetrical. Tulips bathed in the warm, lovely sunlight and daisies danced to the passing wind. The oak tree stood at the corner, watching over the whole garden. The little girl was full of joy, and held the ball out as if she was passing it to someone. Paul smiled as he noticed details that even the best photographs could not capture.
“It’s missing something, don’t you think so?”
Paul turned around. It was the love of his life, Lydia. His heart started racing and his throat became dry.
“I… she… her… It’s called Emily.”
It was a great chance to tell her about the painting, his feelings, the loneliness and the love he felt for her. Yet, that was all he managed to squeeze out of his dying throat.
“Emily’s so lonely! Give her someone to play with.”
“That is what I’m trying to portray,” Paul imagined himself saying that, but couldn’t find the courage.
“Anyway I have to go. I still have lessons,” Lydia picked up her notes from the table and made her way out of the room.
“Ly… Lydia?” he could barely breathe. “Are you free this evening?”
“Nope, guess what? I’m going on a date! Remember Parker? He asked me out! He’s so… …”
Lydia went on talking, but Paul wasn’t listening. All his plans, the dinner, the romantic confession, were going down the drain. Then the school bell rung, rudely interrupting Lydia’s monologue.
“I have to go.”
She left the room, but Paul didn’t even notice.
Later that day, as Paul watched helplessly from his office as Lydia boarded Parkers car and went off to the date she had been looking forward to. His phone rang. It was from the Ministry of Peace headquarters. Paul belonged to a very special department known as Magic and other Unexplained Forces. The department job is to keep the existence of Magic users a secret from the general public. Its aim was to maintain peace between the public and the Magicians. Lydia was suspected to be a Magician working with special powers. However, she didn’t even believe that Magic existed. She might suddenly lose control of her power. It was Paul’s job to stop her and report to the headquarters.
“Hello?”
“Yes?” Paul mumbled halfheartedly, recognizing the voice of Merlin, the head Magician in their department.
“Your mission is over. Cut all ties and return to the headquarters as soon as possible.”
“Why?”
“We’re annihilating Lydia. The headquarters have decided that she is too dangerous. The assassins are on their way.”
“What!”
Paul dropped his phone in shock. Lydia, his Lydia, was going to be killed. He started panicking. He must go after her. He must protect her.
“Paul?”
Paul looked up. It was Lydia.
“I came back for something,” Lydia explained as she made her way to her desk hurriedly, “I can’t believe I’m so careless on my first date. Parker’s waiting for me.”
This was his chance. Nothing is going to get in his way now. Paul marched over and grabbed Lydia’s arm.
“Come with me.”
“Paul? What are you doing? Parker’s waiting…”
Before she could complete her sentence, Paul had already hauled her halfway across the school. They came to stop in the art room, where Emily stood in the corner.
“Paul! What’s going on?”
“Shhh!” he stained his ears as he swore he heard the footsteps of the assassins. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
“Paul! What’s wrong with you? You’re just trying to ruin my date aren’t you?”
Lydia tried to struggle free. Paul held on to her and locked the door.
“Keep quiet! Don’t move!”
He was sure that the assassins were closing in now. Lydia suddenly started screaming for help.
“Shh! Shh!”
Somehow Lydia managed to break free and made a dash towards the door again. From that moment onwards everything happened so fast Paul had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that Lydia was tearing towards her own grave and he had to stop her. By the time he came to his senses, he was holding a brick and Lydia laid unconscious, but still alive, in her own pool of blood.
“No, no, no…”
Paul fell onto his knees, overwhelmed by what just happened. Then he heard a knock on the door.
“Is anyone inside?”
Paul recognized that voice. It was Merlin. Fear took over him. He frantically thought back on all the spells he knew. But none of the spell could guarantee Lydia’s safety, even at the expense of his own life. Merlin began casting a spell to unlock the door. Paul looked desperately around the room for any hope of escape. Emily still stood at the corner of the room. Her happy, yet lonely smile was freaking him out; her eyes seemed to stare through his soul, begging for a companion. Suddenly it hit him. Of course there was a spell that could not be broken. A spell created by him. Paul picked Lydia up.
“I’m so sorry. It never meant to end up like this.”
Paul took a deep breath, and casted his final spell.
“Painta Liva!”
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, September 25, 2009
Kids' shoes are cleaner than that of an adult
Kids' shoes are cleaner that that of an adult. That is what many adults think.
You board the MRT, and you see 3 irritating little kids running around, screaming at the top of their voice. AFter a while some people start to get off the train, and there are some empty seats around. You sit down first, and tries to sit. The mother sits down too and the kids follow. But now there is a problem, there are not enough seats for the kids. They all want to sit, so two of them share one seat, squishing the innocent you beside them. Kids, being kids, can never stay still for more than 3 seconds. Soon, in the already very cramp seat, the kids start to jerk around as they accidently poke each other and some of them starts squealing. They did not bother taking their shoes off. You open your eyes, only to find that you are beside the squealing little pigs - i mean kids, but there's not much different, is there? Both squeal, squish each other, and make a hell lot of noise.
Now the parent points to something outside the window. At once the kids stand on the seat and points at a distant object, yelling to the kid at the other side. Maybe the kid even starts jumping about. One steps on another's toe. The kid starts wailing, and kicking the other kid. Now they get into a fight, kicking at everything - including you - with their shoes.
Finally the train stops again, and saves you from the ordeal.
Now I always find it very irritating when the kids act like that. Espacially when the kids stand on the seat and jump around WITH THEIR SHOES ON. Plus, the parents do nothing to stop them. The seats don't belong to them, does it? And I don't see why kids are allowed to do that in the first place. The shoes of kids ARE NOT in anyway cleaner than that of an adult. In fact it might even be dirtier. Yes I agree that sometimes parents do carry their kids around, so they don't quite walk around as much as adults do, but when they DO walk, they go around stepping in mud, running in water, so i don't see why their shoes are considered cleaner! Or perhaps the parents just don't care.
You board the MRT, and you see 3 irritating little kids running around, screaming at the top of their voice. AFter a while some people start to get off the train, and there are some empty seats around. You sit down first, and tries to sit. The mother sits down too and the kids follow. But now there is a problem, there are not enough seats for the kids. They all want to sit, so two of them share one seat, squishing the innocent you beside them. Kids, being kids, can never stay still for more than 3 seconds. Soon, in the already very cramp seat, the kids start to jerk around as they accidently poke each other and some of them starts squealing. They did not bother taking their shoes off. You open your eyes, only to find that you are beside the squealing little pigs - i mean kids, but there's not much different, is there? Both squeal, squish each other, and make a hell lot of noise.
Now the parent points to something outside the window. At once the kids stand on the seat and points at a distant object, yelling to the kid at the other side. Maybe the kid even starts jumping about. One steps on another's toe. The kid starts wailing, and kicking the other kid. Now they get into a fight, kicking at everything - including you - with their shoes.
Finally the train stops again, and saves you from the ordeal.
Now I always find it very irritating when the kids act like that. Espacially when the kids stand on the seat and jump around WITH THEIR SHOES ON. Plus, the parents do nothing to stop them. The seats don't belong to them, does it? And I don't see why kids are allowed to do that in the first place. The shoes of kids ARE NOT in anyway cleaner than that of an adult. In fact it might even be dirtier. Yes I agree that sometimes parents do carry their kids around, so they don't quite walk around as much as adults do, but when they DO walk, they go around stepping in mud, running in water, so i don't see why their shoes are considered cleaner! Or perhaps the parents just don't care.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Bus Stop
It started to rain, but it wasn’t a heavy rain, just a small drizzle. On one of the busiest street, many people hurried into restaurants, inns, and any shelter within sight. After much jostling and pushing, a little black girl was pushed out of the bus stop shelter and into the cold, heartless rain. She tripped on a stone and nearly fell, but a black man caught her just in time and helped her to her feet.
Then he left as he saw his bus arrive. The little girl turned back, and saw the black man board the bus to pay the driver. Then, he got down and started to walk towards the back door, but the bus drove away before he could do so. Disappointed, the black man opened his sack to check if he had any money left. Seeing nothing inside, he started his long walk home. No one stepped forward to help him.
Another bus arrived, and the little girl saw a black man inside the bus refuse to stand up to give his seat to a white. The white man grabbed him by the collar, punched him, and, with the help of another white, threw the black man out of the bus. The black man placed his hand on his forehead to wipe away the blood, and sat at the side of the road, waiting for another bus to come. No one stepped forward to help him.
The girl stood in the rain for another few minutes, when she saw a white reaching out to take a sack of money from the black. His excuse was that blacks could not be trusted with money. For a second there was hesitation in the blacks eyes, but soon rage took over and he shouted at the white. At once, policemen were upon the black and they chased him down the street. No one stepped forward to help him.
Turning her head, the girl saw signs, many signs. Some said, “NO BLACKS”, while others read, “WHITES ONLY”. A black tried to enter one of those restaurants, and was immediately thrown out and punished. No one stepped forward to help him.
As she stood at the bus stop, many such images flashed pass and she wondered what they meant.
Then he left as he saw his bus arrive. The little girl turned back, and saw the black man board the bus to pay the driver. Then, he got down and started to walk towards the back door, but the bus drove away before he could do so. Disappointed, the black man opened his sack to check if he had any money left. Seeing nothing inside, he started his long walk home. No one stepped forward to help him.
Another bus arrived, and the little girl saw a black man inside the bus refuse to stand up to give his seat to a white. The white man grabbed him by the collar, punched him, and, with the help of another white, threw the black man out of the bus. The black man placed his hand on his forehead to wipe away the blood, and sat at the side of the road, waiting for another bus to come. No one stepped forward to help him.
The girl stood in the rain for another few minutes, when she saw a white reaching out to take a sack of money from the black. His excuse was that blacks could not be trusted with money. For a second there was hesitation in the blacks eyes, but soon rage took over and he shouted at the white. At once, policemen were upon the black and they chased him down the street. No one stepped forward to help him.
Turning her head, the girl saw signs, many signs. Some said, “NO BLACKS”, while others read, “WHITES ONLY”. A black tried to enter one of those restaurants, and was immediately thrown out and punished. No one stepped forward to help him.
As she stood at the bus stop, many such images flashed pass and she wondered what they meant.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Senses
Lol i don't even know what i'm writing.
Take a deep breath,
Smell things you’ve never see.
Open your eyes and look,
See things you’ve never felt.
Reach out your hands and touch,
Feel things you’ve never tasted.
Stick out your tongue and savor,
Taste things you’ve never smell.
Now close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath,
Smell things you’ve never see.
Open your eyes and look,
See things you’ve never felt.
Reach out your hands and touch,
Feel things you’ve never tasted.
Stick out your tongue and savor,
Taste things you’ve never smell.
Now close your eyes and listen.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I'm not following the rules... i didn't get tagged and i'm not tagging anyone. Fair enough. i did this for fun.
1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY?
Have you ever been in love - Westlife
LOL like i'll ever say that
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Total eclipse of heart - westlife
how come westlife keeps popping up?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
爱太痛 - 吴克群
i'm so not in love
WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE?
that's just the way we roll - jonas brother
...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
inseparable - jonas brother
more dots...
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
the great escape - boys like girls
eh?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
小丑鱼 - 罗志祥
LOL?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Before Dawn - isaac Shepard
I'll be sleeping LOL
WHAT IS 2+ 2?
恋爱ing - mayday
I don't fail math
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
自由不变 - JJ
HUH? I don't even know who i consider my best friend...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Bad Day - Alvin and the Chipmunk
Now i'm laughing
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Burnin' Up - jonas brother
... yeah i'm screwin up
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Real to me - brian mcfadden
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
一路向北 - jay
...
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU？
简简单单 - JJ
LOL true
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Year 3000 - jonas brother
LOL
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Miracle - Cascada
Maybe they thought i'll nv die?
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Guitar Vs. Piano 1.2 - i don't know who
i don't play guitar and i dislike piano
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Like only a woman can - brian mcfadden
most of my friends are female...?
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
不能说的秘密 - Jay
i don't like secrets
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
一个人 - IDK
oh man... poor me
WHAT IS ONE THING YOU REGRET?
next plane home - daniel powter
i seldom take plane... maybe something will happen the next plan i take home？
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
好朋友 - 罗志祥
TRUE :D
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
约定 - guang liang
Hmmm....
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
离开地球的表面 - mayday
i'll take it as a no. anyway i don't plan to
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
童话 - guang liang
Eh? though it is true i don't like fairy tales...
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Right One - Final_Round
:D
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
秘密基地 - donno
???
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
我的纪念 - donno
LOL
1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY?
Have you ever been in love - Westlife
LOL like i'll ever say that
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Total eclipse of heart - westlife
how come westlife keeps popping up?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
爱太痛 - 吴克群
i'm so not in love
WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE?
that's just the way we roll - jonas brother
...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
inseparable - jonas brother
more dots...
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
the great escape - boys like girls
eh?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
小丑鱼 - 罗志祥
LOL?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Before Dawn - isaac Shepard
I'll be sleeping LOL
WHAT IS 2+ 2?
恋爱ing - mayday
I don't fail math
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
自由不变 - JJ
HUH? I don't even know who i consider my best friend...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Bad Day - Alvin and the Chipmunk
Now i'm laughing
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Burnin' Up - jonas brother
... yeah i'm screwin up
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Real to me - brian mcfadden
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
一路向北 - jay
...
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU？
简简单单 - JJ
LOL true
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Year 3000 - jonas brother
LOL
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Miracle - Cascada
Maybe they thought i'll nv die?
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Guitar Vs. Piano 1.2 - i don't know who
i don't play guitar and i dislike piano
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Like only a woman can - brian mcfadden
most of my friends are female...?
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
不能说的秘密 - Jay
i don't like secrets
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
一个人 - IDK
oh man... poor me
WHAT IS ONE THING YOU REGRET?
next plane home - daniel powter
i seldom take plane... maybe something will happen the next plan i take home？
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
好朋友 - 罗志祥
TRUE :D
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
约定 - guang liang
Hmmm....
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
离开地球的表面 - mayday
i'll take it as a no. anyway i don't plan to
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
童话 - guang liang
Eh? though it is true i don't like fairy tales...
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Right One - Final_Round
:D
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
秘密基地 - donno
???
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
我的纪念 - donno
LOL
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Diary
It's suppose to focus on the boy and the girl becoming friends and how the girl was lonely and not fitting in, but i kinda screwed it up.
24th March
I don’t like changes. Even though I know no matter what you do, there will be changes and most of the changes will not be undone, but I still don’t like them. For one, this is the first diary I’ve even had. I never thought I would have a diary, but so many things happened recently and I don’t know what I can do. My parents divorced and we moved house and stuff like that. The house is big and white and clean and neat and... I don’t know it doesn’t matter. But it does have a great view of the sea and the breeze is really nice. Anyway, I’m staying with my mom now, but apparently my dad’s pretty upset about it. Mom said that maybe I’ll have to move to stay with him, I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to. Guess too much changes occurring at the same time can make me freak out.
26th March
Went to school today, and I must confess I felt out of place. People just ignore me and do their own stuff. While I was introducing myself I saw this girl, she was ugly looked pretty upset. I thought she had no friends, but to my surprise, she did. But her friends doesn’t seem to notice that she’s upset. Perhaps I’m being over sensitive? At that moment I I thought to myself, if a girl like her has friends... I don’t know, there’s so much stuff happening recently I really don’t know.
28th March
Mom’s shouting on the phone, apparently dad called and they’re arguing. No friends at school yet, I just get ignored.
2nd April
I saw that ugly girl from my class this afternoon. She was standing near the cliff by the beach, and I thought she was going to commit suicide. I just stood there for god know how long staring at her in case she did. Then she just turned and left. Sometimes people do funny things.
5th April
She’s there again, at the cliff by the beach. After I saw her I went back in, and when I checked again in the late evening, she was gone.
10th April
More stuff happened. One night dad came, and I thought I could talk to him and do stuff I did before the whole divorce thing, but they started arguing again, the way they did before they divorced. Guess it never really changed anything. I locked myself in my room and... I don’t know just do stuff and ignore the world the way they ignore me. I wonder if my parents ever thought how all these stuff affects me. Perhaps they’re too busy... too busy arguing with each other and not noticing that they’re not getting anywhere.
11th April
She’s there again, I wonder what she’s doing?
12th April
I saw her again, and this time I went out to check. I hid myself, quite far away. She seems to be talking to someone, but there’s no one there. Maybe she’s talking to herself? I don’t know. Before I could find out anything else she just left.
14th April
I saw her again, and I went down. I got closer and she was talking to herself. She said stuff about getting ignored, not fitting in and things like that. Guess she’s lonely eh?
16th April
I can’t believe what happened today. I was, or so I thought, pretty well hidden while I listened to her talk (and I still don’t know why I did that) then suddenly, she just turned and, as if she knew I was there, stare straight into my eyes. I freaked out and I ran, i think I heard her call me, but I just couldn’t stop until I’m back in my room. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
31st October
Guess I managed to befriend that girl, and guess I didn’t need this diary for a long time, but more changes are about to come. Seems like I’m going to stay with my dad... after not meeting him for so long it just feels so wrong... but there’s not much I can do. Perhaps I’ll find myself another friend?
24th March
I don’t like changes. Even though I know no matter what you do, there will be changes and most of the changes will not be undone, but I still don’t like them. For one, this is the first diary I’ve even had. I never thought I would have a diary, but so many things happened recently and I don’t know what I can do. My parents divorced and we moved house and stuff like that. The house is big and white and clean and neat and... I don’t know it doesn’t matter. But it does have a great view of the sea and the breeze is really nice. Anyway, I’m staying with my mom now, but apparently my dad’s pretty upset about it. Mom said that maybe I’ll have to move to stay with him, I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to. Guess too much changes occurring at the same time can make me freak out.
26th March
Went to school today, and I must confess I felt out of place. People just ignore me and do their own stuff. While I was introducing myself I saw this girl, she was ugly looked pretty upset. I thought she had no friends, but to my surprise, she did. But her friends doesn’t seem to notice that she’s upset. Perhaps I’m being over sensitive? At that moment I I thought to myself, if a girl like her has friends... I don’t know, there’s so much stuff happening recently I really don’t know.
28th March
Mom’s shouting on the phone, apparently dad called and they’re arguing. No friends at school yet, I just get ignored.
2nd April
I saw that ugly girl from my class this afternoon. She was standing near the cliff by the beach, and I thought she was going to commit suicide. I just stood there for god know how long staring at her in case she did. Then she just turned and left. Sometimes people do funny things.
5th April
She’s there again, at the cliff by the beach. After I saw her I went back in, and when I checked again in the late evening, she was gone.
10th April
More stuff happened. One night dad came, and I thought I could talk to him and do stuff I did before the whole divorce thing, but they started arguing again, the way they did before they divorced. Guess it never really changed anything. I locked myself in my room and... I don’t know just do stuff and ignore the world the way they ignore me. I wonder if my parents ever thought how all these stuff affects me. Perhaps they’re too busy... too busy arguing with each other and not noticing that they’re not getting anywhere.
11th April
She’s there again, I wonder what she’s doing?
12th April
I saw her again, and this time I went out to check. I hid myself, quite far away. She seems to be talking to someone, but there’s no one there. Maybe she’s talking to herself? I don’t know. Before I could find out anything else she just left.
14th April
I saw her again, and I went down. I got closer and she was talking to herself. She said stuff about getting ignored, not fitting in and things like that. Guess she’s lonely eh?
16th April
I can’t believe what happened today. I was, or so I thought, pretty well hidden while I listened to her talk (and I still don’t know why I did that) then suddenly, she just turned and, as if she knew I was there, stare straight into my eyes. I freaked out and I ran, i think I heard her call me, but I just couldn’t stop until I’m back in my room. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
31st October
Guess I managed to befriend that girl, and guess I didn’t need this diary for a long time, but more changes are about to come. Seems like I’m going to stay with my dad... after not meeting him for so long it just feels so wrong... but there’s not much I can do. Perhaps I’ll find myself another friend?
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