August was fishing beside the lake at the countryside.He dug out some earthworms from the earth earlier on.He enjoyed how the worms squirm and twitched when he pierced them thru the hook at the end of the fishing rod.He threw the bait into the water and waited.There wasn't a basket with him to fill his catch in.He never did.He used to leave the fishes he caught on the ground and watch them struggle for breath,jumping up and down till they couldn't jump anymore.Sometimes he would step on them just for fun.He thought of how he would throw his turtles in boiling water and their skin would all cringe up.He loved digging the food out of hamsters' mouths whenever they stored them inside.He tried prodding the tummies of baby hammys till their urine came out.Even splashed some kittens with salt solution when their mummy's away.But they died anyway.Fun was temporary.Naughty boy he is.This time he decided to just tie the end of the fishing line to the plants by the lake and leave the fish at the end of the hook.He'd just come back a few days later and have a look.

When there's love,there's risk.But people cover that risk with trust.Thus they believe they wun get hurt and fool themselves.But who can decide the outcome?Who can resist the temptations of time?True love.Sad,like innocence,it almost dosen't exist.How true is true?Forever is a word of folly humans created.Things aren't what they seem.

Most certainly,we're all fools of the tarot,carrying a huge journey thru life,learning the horrors of truth.That's why there're fairy tales.This fool here believe in faeries and gnomes,pixies and trolls.Fantasy exists.Close your eyes and you'll feel or even see them.Too bad I'm not that advanced yet.Rookie warlock...was that supposed to be a cute title?

Come to think of it if tudi's qn last week was to be asked from another point of view.."What would u do if you found out your dearest fell in love with another person?"
I didn't do a thing...it just changed to friendship...somehow foolish but some part of me just didn't let go..now I have...If you can see my heart you'll see a trail of glue along the cracks.

POP soon and I know I'll gonna miss the times in there...for these 3 months I haven't dared to get close enough to know everyone but these times I'll remember.Uncertain where I'll go next but I'm not exactly looking forward into the looking glass.Strange letting law control your life like that.How you live,how you eat whatsoever..Somehow they just can't control how you die.This life is mine and I can take it away whenever I want to..too bad I have only once.

July was holding onto a jar of worms and staring into it.About a year ago she filled that with her favourite biscuits but she lost that for quite a few months.When she found it there were worms making holes in the biscuits and the jar stunk of rot and decay.Her mum told her to throw them away but she secretly hid them under her bed and she'd check on them once in a while.The worms grow in number and the small ones would wiggle at the bottom.July didn't find them cute exactly.She thinks they're rather disgusting.But she just likes to keep things that way as long as she's not touching them with her bare hands...

When the clock strikes midnight,the world becomes a twin...and in between this day and night you'll find...........

Current mood:unparallel persona

June was walking by the fireplace when something caught her eye.Her old nutcracker jacob sam stood alone at the top.There used to be a ballerina stuck to the base with him but I think June threw her into the fireplace.Jacob sam had to be nailed onto the broken base for balance.She reached for the figure,then moved his arms up and down up and down.Then she twisted his left arm off and put that into his mouth.She never seen him crush anything but nuts all his life.Down she squeezed the lever and It was tough.His jaw broke with a loud snap.June was bored again.She wanted to throw him into the fireplace.But June tripped and she had to land on her right foot to keep her balance.Oops she landed on the spokes of the metal fence and now she's all blood and the heat consuming her feet like whatever you can think of..

Watched Shrek 2..it's an Ace show you guys should watch..though I didn't expect myself to watch it in the first place but it's real nice no doubts about it.

Somehow I realise I've come to a stage where I've got no room for friends...and I dun have much to count for anyway..You guys must be lucky to know me cos I'm a rare find!Even if I die the next moment I guess the world wun care anyway..only my few friends and family.We live for other people huh?We change ourselves to fit the society.It's wrong to tell lies,to have affairs outside,to let your wife pay for your bills.Someday these believes will crush upon ourselves.So is the current me my original self?Maybe it's hideous and maybe it's innocent.I can't see myself at all.There's only the self that exists according to the society's rules and principles.I, like most,is so material.The nation won't care if you die and return to mother earth as fertilizer.They just care if you disturb the rules and whether you get to upgrade the economy of the country.Sometimes it's fun to stand against everything.In life everything should happen at least once for me.That's why there's death.

"What would you do if u realise you've fallen in love with someone else and you're attached?"
Tudi asked this qn.But I can't answer this without guilt or lie.It's either you hurt one to get to your real happiness.Or you two time and live with guilt.Or you can just stick with the old one and suffer and then let her love someone who dun love her.If it's me I'd choose the first one if the new love really mean you can give up years of relationship with the old partner.Once a victim,you'll understand...

Went ton at boat quay with tudi like old times..somehow desperately trying to capture and pull back past memories of that place with pics and thoughts.Almost like I'm scared I'd forget...times come and go and go and go...If you dun remember,it'll be like you almost never existed...Will definitely miss the times we spent when he goes ns in a month's time.Everyone's busy with their lives now...soon my memories of everyone will have to work hard not to forget.

And then...love whispered softly to my ear.."can I withstand the lies of time?"

Current mood:Coffee rocks

If only time could be turned back,the things I would do would be the things I would not want the future self to regret.I'd buy all the ayumi cds she's ever released,cherish that someone I had for every moment till now,enjoyed my innocence and be real proud of it.Now I can only taste blood and sore from my death.The past is only memories,the present is regret and the future is ignorance.Somewhere I can call home-in my heart a harbour with an empty vessel awaits my departure.My feet rooted on the wooden planks of the dock.The cool sea breeze delivers painful memories and disturbs my thoughts.I have to face the smiling moon at the night sky and it's frown in the waters below.My guardian shadows behind me.I'm glad.Darkness soothes the soul of the afternoon hostility.The blood reminds me of being alive but reality takes away the surrealism up in my mind.To move or not to move?If I move I may fall.If I go back it'll hurt.If I stay,will you come and look for me?

And then..an angel fell for the demon,but the demon didn't dare show his sharp teeth cos he dun wanna hurt..or get hurt...

Does heaven exist?Maybe yes...and maybe no....

3 hrs to book in haiz..so worn out ytd....June haven't come yet..but I'll tell her story next week.Meanwhile here's a rhyme about her and her nutcracker.

Jacob Sam

Tic Tac Knickery Knack
I broke his arm with a big loud crack
Fee Fi Fidery Foe
Jacob Sam has a swollen toe
In his mouth his left arm goes
Chomp chomp chomp his jaw lets go
A nail in his foot to keep his place
I dunno why but I did the same

May was staring out the window.Staring at the girls from another class playing hop-scotch down the playground.It was their lunch break.How strange their hair bounce with their skirts seemed to play out in slow momentum.She snapped out of meditation when the teacher asked everyone in the class to fill up their glues bottles from the huge clay jar at the front.May took her almost empty plastic vessel and stood up slowly,almost like she just woke up.Everything about her seemed heavy when she walked despite her petite figure.She waited till it was her turn.Finally it's her turn..She gave the bottle a little squeeze,then inverted it into the white milky liquid into the large jar which could almost fit her in.She watched as she released her pressure and glue started filling into the bottle..Then she lowered her hand,into the liquid.The glue was cooling.The glue was almost up her elbows by now.Finished with her turn,she withdrew her arm and watched the white gooey liquid flow down and drip onto her skirt.Drip,drip drip....Everything,was slow...Her classmate October was quietly back at her seat by now..staring at the door...


There was like,there was dislike...and then there's the part where hate and regret came around.

I've got attitude problem and you've got a problem with that?Huh?And I thought the problem was mine...[just a lingering thought haha..i dun have ap..i hope...=]

PC:"you got girlfriend or not?"
"nope"
"you sure or not?"
"err..yeah"

PC's name is HeMan Kwok..strange name huh...he always smile..his personality is..strange too.Up to now that's why he's still a stranger haha
But hope I get to know what he's like..Sometimes his smile seem to cover his uneasiness talking in front of so many of us

Current mood:Raven's Wings

Here comes the beauiful April haha..Managed to get some time before my book in^^

April was strolling down the hall after midnight.A candle on her hand,a book on another.She swept the hallway in her white nightgown.Her hair still messy from her wake.She went into her dressing room and sat down in front of the huge mirror.The candle light praised her crystal like complexion..almost like porcelain.She never looked so beautiful before.April stared at herself in the mirror.She swept away the cosmetic bottles from the dressing table.The glass vessels rained onto the ground and shattered,filling the room with broken bits fragments and pungent perfume scents all mixed together.She crawled on top and reached for her face.She felt the cold glass on her delicate fingers.She bent over and kissed herself.The feeling was inexplicable but she liked that.As she got down after a long moment,the mirror fell and broke into pieces.Her face and hands were covered with glass fragments.She picked up a piece of the broken mirrors,looked at herself in it and smiled.She removed the glass from her face and kept every piece of herself on the ground into a glass bottle...which was stained red.

Suddenly over one night that feeling came back strong and powerful.Almost like a dream.what are the words I'm supposed to use to capture what I feel now?Finally I could sleep smiling

February was sitting quietly at the playground in the wait for her twin sister to finish with her joyful thrills at the swing.She looked down at the rocky sand below..ants were busy crawling in and out of their hole.Their movements so quick and swift,turning the ground into crossroads of raging traffic.February had an itch in her heart..deep inside she's irritated by their movements.Nearby she picked up a twig,hard and twisted like and old lady's finger.She probed one of the busy ants.It cringed and rolled to protect itself.Curious,she drove it deeper.So deep that she drove into it's armour,so deep that the twig severed its headfrom the body.February smiled.She did that to another one..then another..then another.Soon the ground was filled with twitching body parts.She smiled,and stood up.She began tramping on the mess with her pretty red shoes.She ran to the nearest pond and gathered some water.Then she ran back and filled the nest.Once,then another..then another...She stopped and saw her sister limping towards her..face full of sand.And blood...

March was happily swinging on her favourite seat with ropes on the sides so that it could move to and fro,to and fro.February hated the action of things moving in such a manner.So she just sat in the corner staring at the ground.March sang a happy tune while the wind that smelled of fresh morning dew filled her senses.Up and down she went...her long blonde hair swinging with the movement.She loved that feeling.Then,something was missing and she didn't know what was..She swang so hard her beautiful locks were entangling onto the ropes.She continued.She swang higher and higher.Then suddenly she released her grip at the highest moment.March never did that before but she just had to do it.Up she went into the air..but then she got her hair tangled on the ropes.Down she fell as the momentum of the pendulum broke.Her lacey dress flew and blocked her vision.She landed legs down onto the hard earth below,legs twisted in a way she never would know.There was blood on her dress now.It was coming from her face.No it was her hair that was ripped off from her.She landed head down into the sand.But she's strong.She knew sometimes crying wouldn't make a difference to things.She brought herself up from the pain and shock and made way towards her twin sister who was busily splashing water from the pond.February was nonchanlant at the sight.March just said"it's alright...I'm strong..I can win over myself..."

Sorry if that made you sick guys...dun ask me why I wrote that but they're parts of myself..Over extreme type of exploration huh?But no I dun do that ^^||

January was cutting the rugged edges of the fabric she held by her hand.She did it cos the fabric wasn't square enough to be folded neatly.As the scissors met their blades the fabric shed its rough outlook.Dusts of thread and cloth pieces fell in a messy array,some travelled across the room of the wooded floor.Once the folded fabric was done,it could be folded nicely-end to end.January knew she changed the whole piece of fabric,bringing it into a huge transformation by doing something that simple.Even though satisfied with the outcome,she realised a small action can actually bring about a big change.Sometimes when actions big,they can't change a thing at all.Just like the butterfly,it has to flap its wings at the right spot at the right time to bring about a huge disaster in the other side of the world..

I can see things..kinda strange..like some things out of a drama show..first I saw a person's watch with the time 10.41am on it when I was in the lecture room.Then I realise no one aroud me had the watch I saw...and the time was right around there when I asked the person beside me...
then just now on my way back I saw a guy in red top and jeans walking towards me then he disappeared.When I walked further and looked back there's that person walking another direction,to the right.But that was along the corner of the building..He couldn't possibly appeared in front of me if he had to turn the other side.I think somehow my vision shifted in front of him.Weird huh?What kind of ability is that?I can't control it yet..hope I can

Maybe food is the best source of satisfaction for all beings...even if prisoners were to be executed they'd request to have their favourite dish..if not,at least they're given something to eat before the death ritual.

Today somehow someone realised there was love...and he thought he had death by his side...but someone was closer...someone called stranger..

Watched dawn of the dead...lame storyline..almost like none..but the action and suspense makes up for it..so overall nice..but underall it sucks.
How scary I've changed lately... I missed the days I used to be simple and clean.A fabric once stained with blood can never recover its original glamour.I see blood everywhere,everytime I use my eyes
I used to pity those ants on the ground..Never dare to crush them with my hands..since when did I enjoy severing their bodies with twigs..When punishments come so close to breakdown,I see myself swinging my rifle across the faces of those guys around me..even myself...so sick of life now...yet enjoying my free time out...I've got 2 cards to play and they'll have to play it my way..one of them is my trumph..even though hard to play them out..They're pushing me..I can't push back...What lack of discipline I have..bad boy..bad boy...

The easiest life to take is you own...

And then...the new victims realise they're the source of entertainment for the old batch..

Current mood:Stranger