Fender.

Nick screamed to himself as It's My Life's chorus played out directly from his earphones to his ears, thoroughly damaging his eardrums.

He was trundling in his dad's car, on the way to Court's Mammoth, for his mother had complained about getting a new bed. Or something like. It's My Life is pretty loud.

Anyway, Nick was slightly depressed. He had been out the whole day. Tuition in the morning, lunch, going around buying all sorts of stuff for mom, and after Courts Mammoth, they were going to the city. KL. All he wanted was to go home.

They arrived. Apparently, Courts Mammoth's entrance had been revamped. It was a glass building, so uniquely created, Nick should have known it wasn't the entrance to Courts. But aftr all, he was an idiot.

So he was there feeling sad and down when they reached the third floor. The doors opened and Nick still didn't notice. Then his dad put an arm around his shoulder. He thought he was going to get raped.

Then his dad said, "Happy birthday."

They were in Bentley's Guitar Studio.

An hour of trying and crying and thank you's later, Nick got himself a guitar.

Rock, Stone.

Marcus, songs not completed want a cover edi? =) I don't mind. Hurry hurry get Zac and the rest! =D

Very Stupid Boy

The nightmare wouldn't have been so evil and bad if the guy Nick saw was not his very good friend.

Through My Window

You want an honest opinion?

I think BunkFace seriously f$#%ed that song up. They're kinda the suckiest bands in Malaysia, and they are perfect examples of typical Malaysian music.

Put it this way. They suck.

The Subway Massacre

Nick expected a quiet, nice day to jam with Payphone(s). Jeremy came along with him, and they were waiting for Marcus and Zac(Emily Chan couldn't make it) when Ken passed by, looking good-naturedly puzzled by the world as usual.

He told Nick and Jer they were playing futsal when the space shuttle from question 18 of the EST paper exploded in the middle of the futsal field. The whole gang of friends ran for cover. Ken, who predicted the whole incident occurring, decided to slip away to Summit. Jay who was a superb sprinter arrived moments after Ken. Iqan who complained of headache came up the escalator very shortly after Jay, his gaze lingering on Nick. Seeming to be unable to recognize Nick, he slouched off somewhere else.

It was because of them, Nick abandoned his original plan to wait for Marcus and dragged Jeremy outside Summit to wait for Liesl's gang. Halfway through the journey, he met Ammar, Zarif and Fahim, also form futsal. They waved happily for awhile, then Nick proceeded with his quest, Jeremy close behind.

Right outside Summit, Schaun, Yuva, Isaac, Scott, Liesl, Farhan, Jon Ding, Nick Koh and a few balls(futsal balls) trundled by. With great joy and exclamations of delight, Nick embraced Yuva.


So they ended up lunching in Subway. Here the gang split into pieces: Nick had no idea where Jay, Iqan, Yuva, Farhan, Scott, and Koh went, but he knew the balls, Liesl, Isaac, Ken, Schaun, Jon Ding, him and Jer were there at Subway.

It was then; the whole problem began.

It all started with Nick asking Jeremy about his sandwich preference, with Liesl wailing about getting her cookies.

"Which sandwich do you-"
"COOOKIE!"
"-like?"
"I always stick with Chicken-"
"COOOOOOOO~"
"...Teriyaki."
"Okay, the-"
"KIEEEE"
"SHUDDAP!"
"You don't like me?" Liesl starts crying.
"NO! I mean, yes, I do find you friendly, but you're a bit-"
"COOKIE!"

Then Jeremy suggested(insisted) on putting this sour thing(barbecue sauce) on my beautiful sandwich. That spoilt the sandwich.

Liesl kindly offered(forced) Nick to order a Pamilienindiehiuhed tea thing. Nick looked forward to a nice cup of tea, like a proper Englishman.

He had trouble opening the packet to get the tea bag out.

He made the unfortunate mistake of asking Ken to open it. Using supreme strength and a pointy stick, Ken managed to stab a hole through the packet.

He incidentally stabbed a hole through the tea bag, itself too. This made Nick very upset.

Somehow, Ken managed to convince Nick that these are actually tea leaves supposed to be dissolved in the hot water. Believing him, Nick let Ken pour the leaves into the hot water.

Looked like muck.

After Nick wallowed in his sorrow for a moment, he watched Ken drink the muck with fascination.

Revenge over, at least.

After awhile, Marcus came along. The band was complete, as Emily Chan needed to enlarge her two front teeth, and Zac got lost in the car park of Summit.

The Jam Went Smoothly, And Our First Single Was Decided.

Yeah, end of story.

P.s.: Some parts in the story were exaggerated. Do not believe them. However, the whole story during the incidents at Subway were true. Honest. No joke. Ask Ken.

Ciauz! =)

Make That Song Come Alive

"Hey, that was cool-"
"..and he just-"
"Shit man these people."
"'Sup, Farhan-"
"Jian, come on over-"
"...at band with Jit Qi, I think."

Less than fifteen people in one class. And th enoise was equally, if not louder than usual. Nice. And we jammed on the guitar all night long. Well, throughout school time anyway.

Lead guitarists: Farhan, Nick, Jian
Vocals: Liesl, Isaac, Farhan, Jian, Nick
Guests: Marcus, Shaun

Woot.

And some papers were out. But let's not get into that.

We had a flippin' good time, although it did get a bit boring. But these times are cool. When everything's done and a few of your good friends still haggle to school. Then with that small group, you have a flippin' good time.

It felt so nice and comfy. *dreamy smile.

Oh! Jian! Mudhouse rocks. Real funky. =)

I really don't have inspiration to post anything, so I'll be going now.

Attention all Payphoners! You free Tuesday after lunch? Jamming time. =)

Learn up the songs you were told. Be spontaneous, cause the first song of our album's coming out, need your opinions.

Payphone, over and out. =)

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I respect Marcus for what he did.

I am not impressed by inspirational stories, unless they actually differ from the too common ones (refer to Jian's blog).

I love Shaun. Boy, he gonna kill me.

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First attempt at ink writing finales.

I'm twenty-one, I'm a father,
I love girls, they're much hotter,
Than my wife, who's a bother, but if she caught me with my neighbour,
Boy, would she love to snap my weener.

#5 Gathering Slowly

Nick surveyed his fingers. They were rough and callused from fights: they kinda looked like the trees Nick used against his unfortunate enemies. That and the fact he couldn’t resist bringing his guitar and strumming it wherever he was made his hands look like his grandfather’s.

The Resistance was gathering. From a few friends like Marcus, Ken, and Yuv, to a battalion. And somehow, he had to command them all. Their display of faith and determination to actually lay siege to the Facility impressed him. Amazing, he thought.

He looked up and counted a few heads he recognized. Then he gestured at Ken.

“What’s up?”
“You know we’re going to infiltrate the main Facility branch soon.””Oh hell, finally!” So far, everyone besides Nick, Ken and a few others like Yuv(who didn’t give a damn whether he died or not) had chickened out from the thought of stepping into the twenty meter borderline around the Facility. Thus, no chance of attacking directly. Nick had grudgingly accept the infiltration method instead. It was settled. He, Ken, Marcus and Yuv would go sneaky on the Facility.

It was a nice plan, after some consideration. The main objective was to retrieve info; weaknesses, entrances, exits, places where important stuff were hidden. Yuv would stand guard as a cute little puppy (it took all of his self-control to agree to that), while Ken, Marcus and Nick would go in. It was ideal. Ken could absorb Yuv’s strength, and morph into something. Anything. Another silver-plated Facility soldier. Marcus could stop time. Perfect escape plan. And Nick. He wanted to be there when things happened. So. Yeah.

Then came the flaw. They had a lot of scouting work done on the building. Felicia has been there to analyze where exactly they should go. While she did that, she also checked with her insanely flexible mind for hostiles. At that moment, she discovered Jian.

Nick cursed himself for being too kind. He cursed Jian for getting caught. He cursed Justin for capturing Jian. And he cursed the Facility for bringing this whole thing up in the first place. Powers, high-tech weaponry, teens out of school killing adults. Madness.

Some changes were made to compensate Jian’s capture. Jian was a friend. And besides, he was one of the powerful Users out there. Plus, Ken wouldn’t shut up.

Ken was dead. Jian saw him ‘die’. He saw Ken getting smashed by a tree bark Nick sent hurtling into Justin and the whole carpark. This was getting complicated.

It was settled. Ken would morph into Jian. This was explained from Ken. He told Nick about how Jian had traveled in time to save Shaun during their first encounter with Justin. Jian had doubts about whether this time-travelling would have impacts on the future. Therefore, the idea of Ken being a Future Jian was perfect. He absorbs Yuv’s power and morphs into Jian. Then he takes Jian’s power when he’s right outside the cell where Jian’s being experimented on. Nick and Marcus’ll do the info stealing. YZuv will still be a puppy.

Perfect.

“So when we gonna actually do this?” Nick shrugged.
“Tomorrow.” Ken gaped.
“That’s brash. You didn’t tell Marcus and the rest.”
“I did. During the conference. You were sleeping.”
“Hey, the air-conditioning was nice,” said Ken defensively. They had shifted HQs to an unoccupied building, where Ken’s dad worked. He offered it to them, adding, “Kids still love playing house, huh? Well, have fun.”

Real estate agent dads rock.

“Whatever. So. You ready?” Ken comtemplated the hard look on Nick’s face and nodded. They were walking down the streets. Summit’s shadow cast on them.
“Good. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up early tomorrow.” After Ken left, Nick kept strolling. He sighed. He had changed. From the carefree idiot he was to a hardened commander. And the killing didn’t help. It was gruesome at first. Bile threatened to engulf his tracheal system. The sound of bones cracking under the force of his genetically fortified trees, the ripping of flesh as rough, wooden claws tore through Nick’s opponents. It was scary, and he had vomited. The first time he killed.

That was when he was still in the Facility.

A noise interrupted his thought. It came from the back alley. Pricking his ears, he identified it as the cries of a weeping lady. A sense of foreboding darkened Nick’s mood. Rape? Robbery? Then he shook his head. Maybe a guy dumped his girl. Anyway, he checked.

The first thing Nick noticed was hair. It came in crazy amounts, shooting all over her scalp, falling in a crazy mess on her forehead. Looking at it, Nick pictured a hippie.

Next was surrounding. There was a dirty-green substance on the floor, and some, on her hands and hair. It looked like acid.

His suspicion was confirmed when he saw pieces of silver plating similar to Facility armor lying among the puddles of disgusting goo. He shivered. She was a power user. She can create acid.
And moments ago, she had melted a few Facility troops into goo.

The girl looked up, her tear-streaked face screwed up in a grimace.

“What do you want, man? I’m busy. These guys tried to rape me, and now I got sticky acids on my Gucci,” she wailed. Nick looked around.
“You okay?” The look the lady gave him was so venomous, he half expected the melting acid to spit right at him. He took two steps back.
“What do you think?” she shot at him.
“Er… No.”
”Well, help me then!” Gingerly, Nick pulled her up, avoiding the green spots on her clothing. Nick stared.

”You’re not injured! Why did you need help standing?” Nick demanded.
“Cause. I’m. A. Diva,” she said. “Anyway, I’m Joanne.”
”…Nick.”
“Right.” She flashed a large, glittery smile. “You got a place where I can clean up?”

Nick looked at the office where about twenty or so Resistance members were camped. He was sure Joanne could be a good friend, albeit a bit self-important. Would the rest like her?

“Sure.”