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 =)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Wrap Up.
Skip to the park area moment.
Nick strummed the first few notes of Drifting while Jian sat and watched. The rest were at the playground, and their whoops could be heard echoing into the basketball court.
The feeling from the music, and the silence that echoed the music from the center of the court where he sat.
It got him to relax.
_____________________________________
In no particular order.
Justin Wong, Ketua Pengawas.
Tell me how we met. I knew you as this guy with way too much hair. Heh. Four years. Can you believe it, Jus?
How did we get here?
You don't read this, of course. Haha. Quote Jian, you're everybody's bestie. We're together for one more year! Gosh. Let's make sure we don't forget each other, aite? It was you, me and Ken last year(2009).
You opened up my life. I turned from uglyass idiot to who I am now cause of you.
Thanks? I focus more on relationships than studies now. ...Thanks. Haha!
I love you buddy. =)
Kenneth Wong, Student.
We didn't really like each other, did we? I got close to you from that day, somewhere in the middle of '09. You came up and said,
"Hey, I didn't really like you much last time."
"Uhuh."
"But you know what? I'm really glad I'm your friend."
You shook my hand.
And my life spiralled down after that. Haha! Kidding. You're the lightbulb in my high school life(and if fate calls, my college life!) You gave me reasons to live.
I'm gonna go far: You're my best friend.
Thanks, buddy. =)
Liesl Tan, Idiot.
Again, I met you this year. A classmate. But initially, we first made contact during Form 1. I was sorely mistaken and declared you a Lizard, and in a fit of rage, you laid waste upon my back. It still twitches when I see you. As I was the funniest guy you met, you were the most sporting girl I've ever met.
Liesl:"Nick!"
Nick:"Hey Liesl!"
Liesl:"*gasp I don friend you!"
Nick: *sobs and turnes away
Liesl:"WAIT! Nick! I'm sorry! D:"
Yeah. Thanks Liesl. Haha. Not sarcastic though. You were the easiest person to talk to. Ever. Not gonna be forgetting you, buddy. Thank you. =)
Jian, Tan.
Yeah, we did a good job smoothening things out. It just worked out well, I got over the snobbish attitude and apologized at Malam Amal, and hey! We're buddies now.
Genesis, I think. And. Well. You coming over to 4B all the time. It all brought us together. And we spent our New Year together, we had lots of fun. Chaotic year, eh? Can't wait for this one. xD
Thank you. =)
Yuvanesh a/l Jeyaraman, Annei.
What can I say? You were rough.
Literally like a bear.
But you know? When I say something and you reply wiuth something utterly horrifying, you actually meant it well. No joke. Like... Remember that time? The girl who "cheated" me? And you were like,
"Can I break her neck? And his too?"
You kinda left me gasping, but it really meant alot. Shows how much you care for your buddies.
Thanks, bro. =)
Shaun Chien, Rockstar.
You were the quiet guy, I first thought. Better not mess with him. Might sacrifice one of his cheaper guitars and smash it over my skull. But ended up being a good friend. Haha. One thing you actually helped me out with was the desire to pick up guitar again. We could talk abotu it without sounding too annoyingly fanatic, and... Yeah. Thanks. =)
It just fell out into place. And hey presto! You're a real good friend, and you talk facts. Alot. I like that. Nothing like fresh serious conversation once in awhile. Thanks. =)
I have ta continue tomorrow. It's getting late.
Love you baby. =)
Nick strummed the first few notes of Drifting while Jian sat and watched. The rest were at the playground, and their whoops could be heard echoing into the basketball court.
The feeling from the music, and the silence that echoed the music from the center of the court where he sat.
It got him to relax.
_____________________________________
In no particular order.
Justin Wong, Ketua Pengawas.
Tell me how we met. I knew you as this guy with way too much hair. Heh. Four years. Can you believe it, Jus?
How did we get here?
You don't read this, of course. Haha. Quote Jian, you're everybody's bestie. We're together for one more year! Gosh. Let's make sure we don't forget each other, aite? It was you, me and Ken last year(2009).
You opened up my life. I turned from uglyass idiot to who I am now cause of you.
Thanks? I focus more on relationships than studies now. ...Thanks. Haha!
I love you buddy. =)
Kenneth Wong, Student.
We didn't really like each other, did we? I got close to you from that day, somewhere in the middle of '09. You came up and said,
"Hey, I didn't really like you much last time."
"Uhuh."
"But you know what? I'm really glad I'm your friend."
You shook my hand.
And my life spiralled down after that. Haha! Kidding. You're the lightbulb in my high school life(and if fate calls, my college life!) You gave me reasons to live.
I'm gonna go far: You're my best friend.
Thanks, buddy. =)
Liesl Tan, Idiot.
Again, I met you this year. A classmate. But initially, we first made contact during Form 1. I was sorely mistaken and declared you a Lizard, and in a fit of rage, you laid waste upon my back. It still twitches when I see you. As I was the funniest guy you met, you were the most sporting girl I've ever met.
Liesl:"Nick!"
Nick:"Hey Liesl!"
Liesl:"*gasp I don friend you!"
Nick: *sobs and turnes away
Liesl:"WAIT! Nick! I'm sorry! D:"
Yeah. Thanks Liesl. Haha. Not sarcastic though. You were the easiest person to talk to. Ever. Not gonna be forgetting you, buddy. Thank you. =)
Jian, Tan.
Yeah, we did a good job smoothening things out. It just worked out well, I got over the snobbish attitude and apologized at Malam Amal, and hey! We're buddies now.
Genesis, I think. And. Well. You coming over to 4B all the time. It all brought us together. And we spent our New Year together, we had lots of fun. Chaotic year, eh? Can't wait for this one. xD
Thank you. =)
Yuvanesh a/l Jeyaraman, Annei.
What can I say? You were rough.
Literally like a bear.
But you know? When I say something and you reply wiuth something utterly horrifying, you actually meant it well. No joke. Like... Remember that time? The girl who "cheated" me? And you were like,
"Can I break her neck? And his too?"
You kinda left me gasping, but it really meant alot. Shows how much you care for your buddies.
Thanks, bro. =)
Shaun Chien, Rockstar.
You were the quiet guy, I first thought. Better not mess with him. Might sacrifice one of his cheaper guitars and smash it over my skull. But ended up being a good friend. Haha. One thing you actually helped me out with was the desire to pick up guitar again. We could talk abotu it without sounding too annoyingly fanatic, and... Yeah. Thanks. =)
It just fell out into place. And hey presto! You're a real good friend, and you talk facts. Alot. I like that. Nothing like fresh serious conversation once in awhile. Thanks. =)
I have ta continue tomorrow. It's getting late.
Love you baby. =)
Thursday, December 31, 2009
End. Beginning.
Nick sat on his bed. Fifty minutes ago, he'd been laughing along with his friends at the park oppsite his snug home.
He buried his head in his hands and breathed out slowly.
Thirty minutes ago, he said goodbye after giving everyone a hug.
Nick closed his eyes, a slight frown creasing his features.
Forty minutes ago, 2009 just ended.
And now.
Nick grabbed the sheets and gripped them tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth.
What's wrong?
He buried his head in his hands and breathed out slowly.
Thirty minutes ago, he said goodbye after giving everyone a hug.
Nick closed his eyes, a slight frown creasing his features.
Forty minutes ago, 2009 just ended.
And now.
Nick grabbed the sheets and gripped them tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth.
What's wrong?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Last Day.
Nick watched as everyone danced to the music. A big group had formed a long train of linked arms and were jumping around, having the time of their lives.
The music got everyone feeling high, as they danced to their last goodbye.
Sanchia leaped high into the air and sang along to the lyrics.
Shayne danced beside Daley with their hip hop moves.
Xin Han was weeping and laughing, hugging everyone he could see.
Greg was leading the train, making cheesy movements with his arms.
"Hey." Nick looked around. Joaquin had his hand on Nick's shoulder. "Why aren't you going wild?" he laughed.
Nick smiled slightly. "I had my share just now," he said, pointing to his soaked Yuber shirt. Grinning, Joaquin slapped Nick's back and moved in to join the train.
Nick checked his watch. It was twelve.
He breathed out and whispered,
"See you guys."
The music got everyone feeling high, as they danced to their last goodbye.
Sanchia leaped high into the air and sang along to the lyrics.
Shayne danced beside Daley with their hip hop moves.
Xin Han was weeping and laughing, hugging everyone he could see.
Greg was leading the train, making cheesy movements with his arms.
"Hey." Nick looked around. Joaquin had his hand on Nick's shoulder. "Why aren't you going wild?" he laughed.
Nick smiled slightly. "I had my share just now," he said, pointing to his soaked Yuber shirt. Grinning, Joaquin slapped Nick's back and moved in to join the train.
Nick checked his watch. It was twelve.
He breathed out and whispered,
"See you guys."
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