Thursday, October 20, 2011
Shift
Guys, I have shifted to areugoingtoeatthatagain.blogspot.com. That's right, just one "again", and you're at my new blog. Please follow me and share my blog with your friends IF and only IF you think I deserve it. Thanks, guys :D
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Relapse.
Nick stared at the screen, labelled Playground in big, fat letters. The impact of the posts, the years he poured into this page hit him, and he slowly scrolled down, reading everything, slowly growing younger into his earlier blogging years as he read.
He ran down memory lane, and absorved the knowledge that this blog was one of the few things he had left to remind him of high school. He felt the tears coming.
He would never forget this.
Jian
Ken
Justin
Yuva
Shaun
Kelly
Jit Qi
Zhen Ying
Shing Yin
Leon
Jun Wei
Bryan
Marcus
Jun Yi
Emily Chan
Emily Ching
Felicia
Farhan
Nufail
Kai Lun
Liesl
Isaac
Danial
Iqan
Ian
Jay
Beatrice
Jia Yin
Tzia E
Jon
John
Chun Yang
Edwin
Velmu
Zach
Jin
Seng Kiat
William
Ken Ric
Choong Hou
Sze Jie
Diane
Rachel
Paula
Rayvin
Galan
Claire
Paul
Wen Hao
..............................................................................................................................
He ran down memory lane, and absorved the knowledge that this blog was one of the few things he had left to remind him of high school. He felt the tears coming.
He would never forget this.
Jian
Ken
Justin
Yuva
Shaun
Kelly
Jit Qi
Zhen Ying
Shing Yin
Leon
Jun Wei
Bryan
Marcus
Jun Yi
Emily Chan
Emily Ching
Felicia
Farhan
Nufail
Kai Lun
Liesl
Isaac
Danial
Iqan
Ian
Jay
Beatrice
Jia Yin
Tzia E
Jon
John
Chun Yang
Edwin
Velmu
Zach
Jin
Seng Kiat
William
Ken Ric
Choong Hou
Sze Jie
Diane
Rachel
Paula
Rayvin
Galan
Claire
Paul
Wen Hao
..............................................................................................................................
Friday, March 19, 2010
Ex-Boyfriend.
To anyone who actually came back to this blog to check out old posts of mine, and happened to see this one, leave a message on the chatbox so I can brand whoever you are "Awesome Friend".
I've just been looking through some old material. As in, when I was at Japan. Two years ago. That kind of old. And I realized just how much I've changed. From the childish little puberty boy into... A less childish little puberty boy.
While I don't exactly like some of the stupid things I've said here, I'm keeping this blog. Sort of like a 21st-century version of a diary. I'm going to cling onto this blog. The memories in this blog are infinitely precious.
If you're reading this, do feel free to check out some of the stuff down there. And thanks. I can't believe you still come back here. =)
Loves,
Nick.
I've just been looking through some old material. As in, when I was at Japan. Two years ago. That kind of old. And I realized just how much I've changed. From the childish little puberty boy into... A less childish little puberty boy.
While I don't exactly like some of the stupid things I've said here, I'm keeping this blog. Sort of like a 21st-century version of a diary. I'm going to cling onto this blog. The memories in this blog are infinitely precious.
If you're reading this, do feel free to check out some of the stuff down there. And thanks. I can't believe you still come back here. =)
Loves,
Nick.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Over.
Hey. I regret to say I wanna change my blog url.
Wordpress is a really cool blogging website. Thanks to Zac for introducing me to it. So yeah.
Here's my link. Relink pls? xoxoxo GG.com xDDDD
www.areugoingtoeatthatagain.wordpress.com
check it out aite? thanks =)
Wordpress is a really cool blogging website. Thanks to Zac for introducing me to it. So yeah.
Here's my link. Relink pls? xoxoxo GG.com xDDDD
www.areugoingtoeatthatagain.wordpress.com
check it out aite? thanks =)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Your Last Day On Earth
He lay down and appreciated every single breath of air going into his lips. Just hours ago, he was feeling sad about all the polluted air here.
It smells so fresh and precious now.
30 hours ago, he had been told he had 24 hours to say goodbye. To everyone.
The shock numbed him, and he cried. Cried after a long, long time without those tears in his sockets. He felt better after that.
He had spent the day with his parents, and they didn't cry too long. They accepted how much time they spent together, and relived the days they had so much fun. He held his mom's hands, and his arm was slung around dad.
He was two, and he could finally speak English in sentences without stopping. He felt so smart, and he laughed when his dad carried him up and threw him into the air, and he flew, flew like a bird.
He was twelve, and he did his exams real well. His mom wept, and she believed that though the test was easy, he would be someone important in the future. They hugged each other, and went back home to call his father.
He was fourteen, and argued with his mom. He never fought back before, but something split within him, and he burst out. That night, he wrote a letter to his mom, apologizing. In the letter was another message he wrote when he was a small boy.
Mom, I'm sorry I was like that yesterday.
I folded my own bedsheets so please don't be angry.
Love you mommy.
Love, Nick/Superman.
He was sixteen, and the horrible truth was discovered. He believed he would recover.
Six hours after his predicted death, he was still alive. But weak. He had gone to bed, expecting to just fall asleep and never wake up again. But his regret kept him alive.
He wanted to see his friends too. Just one last glimpse. That regret wouldn't let him go. He dressed up for school as usual. Monday. He had to wear a blazer. He left his schoolbag lying on the floor and walked to school.
Each step made him more and more tired. But the faces of his friends floated in front of his mind's eye. He had to see them.
He reached the entrance of the school. He was ready to sink down and fall asleep. He was just so tired. But he could get a doctor to see to him later. He could hear footsteps. And cries. Justin's shout could be heard. Kelly's too. And Yuva's scream. And Ken. Shaun. Jit Qi. Liesl. Jian. Jun Wei. Emily. So many others.
He looked up, and saw their faces, saw them running towards him, calling out to him, telling him that he's okay. They looked so happy, and they couldn't wait to hear about how he made his recovery and finally came back to school.
He felt contented. Now he could hang out with them again. He saw them, his parents, his family...
His eyes felt like closing.
He smiled weakly, and said softly, "I'm back."
He tried to take one more step towards them, but he collapsed on the tar road.
And he never woke up anymore.
It smells so fresh and precious now.
30 hours ago, he had been told he had 24 hours to say goodbye. To everyone.
The shock numbed him, and he cried. Cried after a long, long time without those tears in his sockets. He felt better after that.
He had spent the day with his parents, and they didn't cry too long. They accepted how much time they spent together, and relived the days they had so much fun. He held his mom's hands, and his arm was slung around dad.
He was two, and he could finally speak English in sentences without stopping. He felt so smart, and he laughed when his dad carried him up and threw him into the air, and he flew, flew like a bird.
He was twelve, and he did his exams real well. His mom wept, and she believed that though the test was easy, he would be someone important in the future. They hugged each other, and went back home to call his father.
He was fourteen, and argued with his mom. He never fought back before, but something split within him, and he burst out. That night, he wrote a letter to his mom, apologizing. In the letter was another message he wrote when he was a small boy.
Mom, I'm sorry I was like that yesterday.
I folded my own bedsheets so please don't be angry.
Love you mommy.
Love, Nick/Superman.
He was sixteen, and the horrible truth was discovered. He believed he would recover.
Six hours after his predicted death, he was still alive. But weak. He had gone to bed, expecting to just fall asleep and never wake up again. But his regret kept him alive.
He wanted to see his friends too. Just one last glimpse. That regret wouldn't let him go. He dressed up for school as usual. Monday. He had to wear a blazer. He left his schoolbag lying on the floor and walked to school.
Each step made him more and more tired. But the faces of his friends floated in front of his mind's eye. He had to see them.
He reached the entrance of the school. He was ready to sink down and fall asleep. He was just so tired. But he could get a doctor to see to him later. He could hear footsteps. And cries. Justin's shout could be heard. Kelly's too. And Yuva's scream. And Ken. Shaun. Jit Qi. Liesl. Jian. Jun Wei. Emily. So many others.
He looked up, and saw their faces, saw them running towards him, calling out to him, telling him that he's okay. They looked so happy, and they couldn't wait to hear about how he made his recovery and finally came back to school.
He felt contented. Now he could hang out with them again. He saw them, his parents, his family...
His eyes felt like closing.
He smiled weakly, and said softly, "I'm back."
He tried to take one more step towards them, but he collapsed on the tar road.
And he never woke up anymore.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Origins: Return
Justin unclenched his fist, releasing his vice-like grip on his victim, sending him crashing twenty feet down to the floor. The rain stuck Justin's hair to his forehead, and his eyes gave him a most malevolent look. They were expressionless: devoid of pity, fear, even disgust. They just gazed blankly at the blood stains on the young boy's school shirt.
Frankly, killing people wasn't hard. It wasn't that bad. People go around spouting things like killing's the worst of all crimes, and try to stick up for what's righteous. It wasn't hard to kill after the first time, and to just move on to the next body, and the next. Justin believed that concept. And he intended to stick to it.
"You're seriously sick." Nick appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, a silhouette against the lamp post behind him. But Justin could tell Nick was in a bad mood. He could see Nick's hands quivering.
"Mm? What's wrong?" Turning back to the limp body, he levitated it up and down, suspending it in the air. The body flopped lifelessly, and the unseeing eyes stared right at Nick...
"ENOUGH!" Whipping his hand forward, Nick sent a sharp network of branches at Justin, twirling all over, leaving no place for Justin to move.
Teleporting behind Nick, Justin made a motion to grab Nick from behind and smash him onto the ground. He grinned. His second power really helps with the murders. And now he was about to beat the person he once worked with, a person who was as much of a mindless killing machine as he was. A laugh formed within his trachea.
Then a ball of energy exploded in his face.
He crashed backwards, then reset himself into a stnading position, covering his face in his hands. His wide eyes were visible between his fingers, blood trickling down his chin, diluting with the rainwater. Numb shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.
"What the-" Looking up, he saw Nick approaching. Now that he was on the other side of where Nick was, Nick's face was thrown into sharp relief. His pale face and brown eyes were streaked with malice, a satisfied grin forming on his face. He snapped his fingers, and minuscule balls of exploding light formed around him, slowly drifting towards Justin. Just a slight flick of his fingers could send crazy amounts of pain into Justin. He could. He would.
"Playtime, buddy," smiled Nick.
Frankly, killing people wasn't hard. It wasn't that bad. People go around spouting things like killing's the worst of all crimes, and try to stick up for what's righteous. It wasn't hard to kill after the first time, and to just move on to the next body, and the next. Justin believed that concept. And he intended to stick to it.
"You're seriously sick." Nick appeared at the entrance to the alleyway, a silhouette against the lamp post behind him. But Justin could tell Nick was in a bad mood. He could see Nick's hands quivering.
"Mm? What's wrong?" Turning back to the limp body, he levitated it up and down, suspending it in the air. The body flopped lifelessly, and the unseeing eyes stared right at Nick...
"ENOUGH!" Whipping his hand forward, Nick sent a sharp network of branches at Justin, twirling all over, leaving no place for Justin to move.
Teleporting behind Nick, Justin made a motion to grab Nick from behind and smash him onto the ground. He grinned. His second power really helps with the murders. And now he was about to beat the person he once worked with, a person who was as much of a mindless killing machine as he was. A laugh formed within his trachea.
Then a ball of energy exploded in his face.
He crashed backwards, then reset himself into a stnading position, covering his face in his hands. His wide eyes were visible between his fingers, blood trickling down his chin, diluting with the rainwater. Numb shock and adrenaline coursed through his veins.
"What the-" Looking up, he saw Nick approaching. Now that he was on the other side of where Nick was, Nick's face was thrown into sharp relief. His pale face and brown eyes were streaked with malice, a satisfied grin forming on his face. He snapped his fingers, and minuscule balls of exploding light formed around him, slowly drifting towards Justin. Just a slight flick of his fingers could send crazy amounts of pain into Justin. He could. He would.
"Playtime, buddy," smiled Nick.
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