quarrentine

My class is under quarrentine for H1N1.

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like what they say

A picture paints a thousand words, but a picture with caption prints a million words.

Without further ado…

I had Subway for dinner in front of my computer. We rarely eat as a family nowadays with our hectic lives; my dad is flying around the world, my mum has meetings and stuff and my brother and I are busy with computer games and school work respectively.

Like I’ve mentioned in my post earlier, Sims 3! Truthfully, I like the disc more than the game.

Tommi and I ate the BBQ stingray and squid outside our school after our Chinese ACT. (ACT stands for after-curriculum time a.k.a extra lessons in my school. Just a FYI for my other friends. Trust me, I’ll never be involved in a Chinese play.)

I took this photo while waiting for my Chinese oral which I totally fucked up. You know, I tried to think of a caption for this photo for a very long time, but I don’t know what to write, hence I’ll just leave this as the caption.

sims 3

Look at that! SIMS 3! I have finally got my hands on a copy of Sims 3 (my brother bought it) and I love every minute of it!

I look so cute and boyish in the game… how I wish I can look like that in real life. I have just finished building my dream house and will continue tomorrow.

More pictures will come soon!

what?

Some of you people are wondering why suddenly I have so many random stories coming up. This is my plan to improve my English. I figured if I did not do any work or homework during the English lesson, I might as well write a composition every other day. After all, it is something that I enjoy doing: writing and typing.

The examinations are near, my homework are pilling up and the stress is kicking in. I have to admit, in my almost 10 years of education, this is the first time I’ve felt stress. I feel tired. I feel desperate. I feel exhausted. But I can’t rest now. I know that I am reaching the finishing line soon. I am going to break that blue ribbon at the finishing line with my pregnant-looking stomach.

By the way, if you think I am kidding about my pregnant looking stomach, I’m not. Just to prove it, I have copied and paste the picture from Amenda’s blog. Thanks Amenda, for reminding me to slim down.

Okay, this is it. I’m not going to eat and drink anymore! Just kidding. But trust me, I’ll find a way to make it smaller. To be honest, my stomach is DISTURBING.

Anyway, I have accounting homework to be completed but I’m lazy to do. Procrastination, ah, I hate it.

random story #3

Karen took out her shotgun. She took a few bullets, insert it into the gun and cocked it. As she was closing her drawer, she noticed another box beside the bullets. Curiously, she opened up the box. It was a box of condoms with the labels peeled off; this added insult to the injury. Also, in the box was pills for erectile dystunfction.

“What the hell is this? asked Karen.
Walter, whom is married to Karen for almost 20 years, shook his head.
“Oh, I forgot. Your mouth is covered with duck tape!” exclaimed Karen.

Karen went over and peeled off the duck tape over Walter’s mouth. Walter screamed.

“That was for self pleasure! It was nothing else!” answered Walter.
“BULLSHIT.” replied Karen.

Karen pointed the gun at Walter’s forehead. A drip of sweat entered the tip of the gun’s barrel. Karen took one last breathe and moved her third finger.

*2 HOURS EARLIER*

The kettle whistled. Karen went over and switched off the fire. It was a dull morning. Karen had just buried her sister. Her sister, Victoria was found dead in her apartment. She was reported to be pregnant when she was murdered. Karen swore that she will kill the killer if she ever finds out who. After making a cup of coffee, she sat down on her coffee table and read the daily newspaper.

The doorbell rang. Karen opened the door.

“Good morning Mrs. Uiro. May I know if Mr. Uiro is at home?” asked Darren, Walter’s young co-worker.
“He is not at home. May I help?” replied Karen.
“Mr. Uiro asked me to deliver this vase.” said Darren.
“Okay. I will give it to him. Thank you.” replied Karen.

As Karen was about to close the door, Darren said, “I’m sorry for your lost.”
“What?” asked Karen.
“Nothing.” replied Darren.

The boy hurriedly walked away. Karen thought to herself that that was awkward. No one else except her family knew that Victoria was dead. She placed the vase on her dining table. She then walked over and picked up her coffee cup. Suddenly, she stared at the vase. The vase was from her sister’s house. She dropped her coffee cup. She went over and start to shake the vase. It made a noise. There was a note in it. Karen dropped the vase onto her wooden floor.

As expected, Karen picked and opened up the note. Here’s what it said:

“Mission Accomplished. Where’s my money?”

Karen immediately knew what had happened. Two hours later, Walter came back from his morning run. When he opened the door, Karen came from behind and hit his head with a broken piece of the vase. She tied him to a chair and placed a duck tape over his mouth. Walter was unconscious, but knew what was happening.

“I know you killed Victoria! I KNOW EVERYTHING! I have the note. And don’t tell me you had an affair with her. She was pregnant before she was killed. Oh, I can just picture the whole story now! I think there’s a reason why you killed her, isn’t it?!” said Karen.

Walter shook his head. Karen was furious. She went into her room. Karen took out her shotgun. She took a few bullets, insert it into the gun and cocked it. As she was closing her drawer, she noticed another box beside the bullets. Curiously, she opened up the box. It was a box of condoms with the labels peeled off; this added insult to the injury. Also, in the box was pills for erectile dystunfction.

“What the hell is this? asked Karen.
Walter, whom is married to Karen for almost 20 years, shook his head.
“Oh, I forgot. Your mouth is covered with duck tape!” exclaimed Karen.

Karen went over and peeled off the duck tape over Walter’s mouth. Walter screamed.

“That was for self pleasure! It was nothing else!” answered Walter.
“BULLSHIT.” replied Karen.

Karen pointed the gun at Walter’s forehead. A drip of sweat entered the tip of the gun’s barrel. Karen took one last breathe and moved her third finger. Her second finger was on the trigger. Moving the third finger would enable Karen a last thought before she decides to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a sound of a gunshot travelled through the neighbourhood.

A hole could be seen in Karen’s chest. When Karen’s body fell to the floor, Darren could be seen behind her. Darren looked at Walter.

“You shall die too.” said Darren. Darren killed Walter before jumping out of the window.

random story #2

As I promised Kenneth, I have written a love story. My inspiration finally came!

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“I will be waiting for you at room 34!” said Sophie. Paul met Sophie on an online dating service. After a few months of communicating, Sophie decided to add Paul to her Facebook account. Paul discovered many interesting things about Sophie, but the most exciting thing that attracts Paul attention is that they have the same interest, same likings for food and beverages as well as having the same passion for black and white photography!  Two years later, Sophie finally let in and decided to meet Paul for the first time.

As written on her Facebook, Sophie worked at the General Hospital as a senior nurse. Pictures of her at work were unusually sexy and were in black and white. Her nurse’s blouse was above the knee, her stilettos were unusually high and her hair was let loose. Nurses are not supposed to put pictures of themselves on the internet, especially if it’s erotic. Despite all the suspicion, Paul was looking forward to this date.

Paul put on his Dolce&Gabbana t-shirt, trousers, sneakers as well as underwear. He was a big fan of Dolce&Gabbana. He made his way to the General Hopsital.

“Where’s room 34?” Paul asked.

The women stared at Paul for a few seconds and asked, “I suppose you are looking for Sophie Meriams?”

“Yes! How did you know?” Paul asked.

“It’s obvious.” replied the women.

“What?” Paul’s voice cracked when he asked this.

The women gave Paul the directions. Paul made his way to room 34. Room 34 was a room of a patient’s. He took out his iPhone and sent a SMS to Sophie. Five minutes had gone by and he has not received any messages. He took a seat outside room 34.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Paul checked the message.

“Dear Paul, before you come in, I have something to say. The pictures you see on my Facebook is not really me.”

Before Paul carried on reading, his heart began to jump. He had an awful feeling that something is not quite right. He continued to read.

“I am actually a last stage cancer patient who is going for an operation today. I have met you online two years ago. You were the one for me. We had passion for each other. We had the same interest. I did not want to loose you.”

After reading this, Paul cannot decide if he should be angry or sad. He continued on reading.

“The doctors said that the probability of me staying alive is half. My last wish is just to see you in person. I don’t care if the pictures you have on your Facebook is fake. I just want to see the Paul I have been communicating with for the last two years.”

Paul closed his eyes to stop the tears from flowing out. Paul was angry for the person whom he thought was the right one for him had broken his heart by putting fake pictures of herself. Paul was also sad for the fact that she might not live and he might loose the right one for him.

He took a deep breath. Paul entered room 34. There she was, Sophie, lying on the bed. Paul shut the door. Sophie turned her head. Sophie had a face of an angel. Her eyebrows were perfectly straight. She had small eyes. She had a small nose. She had a beautiful mouth with soft lips. Instead of the sexy women Paul had saw on her Facebook, he preferred what he was looking at now.

“Hello Paul. It’s good to finally see you in person. I hope you aren’t too…” Sophie said before she was interrupted by Paul.

“You are Sophie?” asked Paul.

“Why, yes. Granted I am not in my best looks.” replied Sophie.

“Why did you lie to me?” asked Paul firmly.

“I just want to make sure I did not loose you.” replied Sophie.

“BY LYING TO ME AND SHOWING ME ALL THE FAKE PHOTOS?! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” screamed Paul.

Paul ran to the door. He opened the door when Sophie shouted, “I LOVE YOU.” Paul stood still at the door.

“It’s too late,” he replied. “All the good times we had together online are now just dust. You lied and I hate liars.”

Paul shut the door with a loud bang. Sophie cried quietly. When he was about to leave the hospital, he decided that he would wait for her operation to finish. After all, he did like how Sophie looked. He could give another chance. Sophie went into the operation room soon after. At 4pm, the doctors came out and shook their heads. Standing from afar, Paul stared at the operation room. He did not speak. He did not move. He thought about how he treated Sophie before he left the room. He thought about the happy times they had together online. There was feeling of guilt.

At 8pm, her family members went home after discussing the funeral arrangements. Paul proceeded to room 34 where they have temporary placed Sophie’s body, as there was not enough space in the storage yet. Paul tried to enter room 34.

“Are you related to Sophie Meriams?” asked the nurse.

“I’m her boyfriend.” said Paul.

Paul went and stood beside Sophie’s body. Paul bended down. He gave Sophie one last kiss and whispered, “I love you.”

thinking

I was surfing the web when I had a sudden emotional outburst. I was thinking of my life. What is in for the future for me? What kind of rocks will slow me down or wind that will speed me up as I move down the road? My journey actually began 4 years ago when I sat for my PSLE, however, little did I know that the road will last for as long as I live.

My road has many obstacles for me to overcome but I have already identified 3 of them, and all are happening this year. Preliminary examinations, N levels and O levels (for mathematics).  But, trust me, I will turn my bicycle to a speeding sports car.

Anyway, Kenneth asked if I could write another short story about love. I will write, but I need time to think. Where’s inspiration when I need him?!

PS. Yes, Kenneth and Firdaus tried to rape me and made me give them a blowjob.

random story

The night is still young and I’m bored; I decided to write a story impromptu.

EDIT: Don’t understand the story? This story is based on Adam’s view. To get a clearer picture, click here to see the story based on Lily’s view. If you have not read the story below, do me a favour and read this story before clicking the link.

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“I’m going to save my friend and that’s that!” said Lily. Adam looked into her eyes. He lifted up her shirt and rub her butterfly tattoo between her cleavage. She had that tattoo done when she found out Adam adore butterflies and wants herself to be his favourite butterfly. He gave her one last kiss. Lily put on her helmet and rode off in her bike. As Lily disappeared into the darkness, Adam went to the kitchen and grab a can of soda when he saw a video tape on his favourite chopping board.

He inserted the video tape into the video player. A girl that looked like Lily appeared on the TV screen. Adam goose-bump’s immediately activated because the girl wasn’t Lily and he knows it. After watching it for about a minute, he got into his car and chased after Lily. Lily was on her way to save her friend from a robbery; however, little did she know she was in for an adventure. Adam drove off in his car to go after Lily.

When Lily reached and entered the warehouse where her friend had told her, the wind grew stronger. Then, a shadow cast over her. She turned around.

*Now readers, let’s move our attention over to Adam.*

Adam travelled on route 59. He was unsure on where the warehouse was and so he turned on his TomTom GPS car navigation system. However, since it was a gift from Lily, he did not know how to operate. “God damned!” said a very frightened Adam. It’s been a few hours since and he is still unable to find the warehouse. His stomach growled. Adam decided to drop by the local MacDonalds outlet when he saw Lily. He reached out his left arm and tap her on her shoulder. Lily turned around. She was shocked.

“Listen to me! You are in grave danger!” screamed Adam.

“I know! Follow me into the car and I will tell you all about it.” said Lily in a sweet voice.

When they entered the car, Lily took the wooden bat and hit Adam unconscious. She took off her jacket, leaving her bra exposed. However, one thing was missing: the butterfly tattoo.

At 3am, both Lily and Adam woke up in the warehouse. Adam was tied to a chair while facing two gorgeous women. They looked exactly the same. They are probably twins. Both of them looked like Lily. Suddenly, the television beside Adam started to show a clip. This is what the clip said:

“I knew you would come because of the tape I left on your chopping board. This is going to be fun. Before I start my plan, let me tell you a story.

Lily had everything. Lily was the winner. Lily had the very best thing since childhood. I am the one who was suffering. When I heard the both of you were getting married last month, I couldn’t help but to come up with an evil plan. Lily has never mention about me before because I tried to kill her.

Why did I do that? Because I was jealous. Oh, by the way, I’m Lily’s twin sister, Lyla. Correction, evil twin sister would be more appropriate. On top of this television is a gun. Inside this warehouse is a ticking time bomb. I want you to take the gun and kill either one of us. Kill me, the evil twin, and I’ll bomb the whole place. Kill your beloved oh-so-goodness Lily and I’ll let you go. You decide. You have 15 minutes.”

Adam struggled to get out of the chair. When he finally untied the rope, he grabbed the gun with his sweaty hands. In front of him, the two women had the same hair, same dress and even same Jimmy Choo stiletto. He gaved a final glance. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He raised his arm and pointed the gun at one of the women. The women whom he pointed tried to shake her head.

Adam watched too much movies as he thought that the bad person will imitate the good one and act innocent. He pulled the trigger. She fell onto the floor. Blood were oozing out of her head. Adam quickly grabbed the other women and tried to run. But before he can do that, she held out the bomb remote.

“I have the remote. That was your precious Lily.” Lyla said. He ran over to Lily and tore open her shirt. The tattoo was not there. He turned around and look at Lyla. Lyla opened her jacket and flashed her tattoo.

“Do you know there are something called temporary tattoos?” said Lyla. “Oh and I’m Lily, not Lyla. I just want you to be dead because I caught you cheating with my friend. I asked Lyla to help me with this plan. But now, since my sister is dead, you shall die too.”

Lily pressed the button. The entire warehouse burst into flames.

coffee bean again

I’m at the airport enjoying life… It’s so rare to have a quiet moment in this busy and hectic life…

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pms season

Amenda and I think that it’s the time of the year again: the PMS season.

Our current class counsellor has major PMS issues and start screaming at us for nothing. On a note worth noting, our class boys are also having PMS issues. Sheesh…