Tuesday, September 26, 2006
It came...and went...
and left such a great impact on...
my EYES!!
ahh noo....
I'm talking about the prelims.
and eyebags.
Lookie:
Looks like a teabag, lol.
And today,
I intended to:
Paint my toe nails black (undone),
go jogging ( i can't go without my mp3! my sister has it!! ),
sleep, (yeah. accidentally.)
and blog. ( As you can see, accomplished!! )
Oh, and I'm rather dumb.
Make that very.
I didn't know that to go to your
friendster home,
you have to click that annoying
(No, don't or Yes, display my last name)
button.
So NO WONDER I cannot view any friend requests
or testimonials.
I found many ancient things there. =x.
Anyway, why must they use the term
" Testimonial " ??
So formal sounding.
Like a life and death thing.
I hereby testify that:
Haha!! Yea! Miss you gal! We should hang out soon man!!er.
I'm trying to think of something intellectual
to blog about...but...
my mind is blissfully blank.
I'm only certain of one thing:
My A-maths is a goner!!!!
Blah.
think..think.
OH I GOT IT!!
I shall type out one of
my stories! ( That I promised
like 3 months ago or something )
A new old entry.haha.Lazy me!!
Not too many fanciful words;
short sentences.
Somehow, I wanted this story
to be plain, and simple yet
leaving a lasting impression.
Here goes:
(oh no its v. long!!)
Out of reach (On the other side)She sat up groggily, taking in her surroundings. She was greeted by a white-washed wall. Where was she? She massaged her temples, feeling like she was experiencing a massive hangover. Shakily, she got to her feet. She found herself standing in a hospital corridor. To her left was a steel door with the word 'Mortuary" on it. What was she doing here?Sudden rattling behind her made her spin around. Several nurses were pushing a stretcher. Whoever was on it was probably dead. A clean white sheet was delicately placed on that person. Behind the nurses trailed a despondent looking man in his mid-fourties. She could only barely make out his tear-stained eyes from behind his straggly hair. A mourner of the unfortunate victim."Excuse me..." She called out in a hoarse whisper. No one noticed. She sighed and made her way down the corridor. A left, a right, another right and she found herself in the waiting room. She quickened her pace, directing her gaze away from the saddening sight of mourning family members.She crossed the room, practically jogging over to the lift. Reaching out, she pushed the lift button. Nothing happened. An old, wizened looking man pressed the button and it lit up. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. She entered the lift. "Ground floor please," she said. He acted as though he did not hear her, but pressed the ground floor button anyway. After what seemed like eternity, the lift doors slid open. She took a tentative step out into the lobby.Everywhere, nurses were bustling around, pushing carts loaded with food. Strangely, the sight of food made her nauseous. She reached up to brush away some stray fringe, and noticed a tag around her wrist. Could she have been admitted to the hospital? All of a sudden she just wanted to get home. She caught a glimpse of her reflection on the glass sliding doors. Apart from being a tad bit pale, there were no visible injuries on her flawless skin.She stepped out of the hospital. Just before the doors slid shut, she caught a whiff of sanitizers. Glancing over her shoulder, she realised that none of the nurses had taken notice oh her disappearance. She took a deep breath, and fresh air filled her lungs. She knew this place. The street leading to her house. A thin smile broke out on her tired face. She was going home.She wondered what time it was. Overhead, the stars twinkled tauntingly, wise beyond their years. Flickering street-lamps lit the way as she trudged down the street. As she neared her house, she was surprised to hear the wailing or sirens. In the distance, she caught sight of flashing lights. Immediately, she took bigger strides.Straining her eyes, she saw police cars and an ambulance. A twisted heap of metal was surrounded by safety barriers. A huge crowd was gathered around the wreakage. She broke into a jog.She recognised the wreakage to be a smashed car. Something wasn't right. A yellow car..then it struck her. That wasn't anybody's car. That was HER car! Who had been driving it? By now, she was running like the wind. She ignored her racing pulse and her ragged breathing. Her husband...her child!Before she knew it, she was pushing her way through the crowd. " Let me through! Please! " she pleaded. No one noticed. No one cared. The blood rushing in her head made her feel sick. She began shoving people out of the way. Finally, she made it through.When she caught sight of her husband and son, she nearly fainted from relief. Policemen were yelling at the crowd to keep back. She ducked under the safety barrier. No one noticed. She jogged towards her family. Something bad must have happened. Her heart broke when she saw her husband weeping silently. Steve didn't cry at his father's funeral, he didn't shed a tear at his best friend's funeral, so WHY was he crying now? A tear rolled down her cheek when she gazed at her son. A mirror image of his father, a perfect angel, Keith. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. As she ran, she wished that she could ruffle Keith's hair and tell him everything was alright.Finally, she halted, breathless. " Steve, what's wrong? " She queried, her voice trembling. But her husband just stared ahead, overcome with grief. A burly policeman approached them. " What's wrong? " she cried out pleadingly. The policeman paused, then said ,"It was a hit and run...I don't know what that jerk was thinking..going sixty miles on a street. The doctors tried their best but..." his raspy voice trailed awkwardly."But?" She asked. " I'm sorry she didn't make it pal." With that, he turned and shuffled away, barking orders. Steve put an arm around Keith's shoulders. "Where's mummy?" Keith murmured." I'm right here honey! " She said desperately. Steve sighed and ruffled Keith's hair. "Mummy's gone...to someplace free of pain and sadness...Heaven." " Will she ever come back?" Keith asked. " No......" Steve replied.She sank to the ground in despair, sobbing hysterically. The truth had hit her at an alarming velocity...she was DEAD.Keith began to cry. She wanted to reach out, to comfort Keith, to tell Steve that he would do a great job raising Keith...without her. But she knew that was much too late, for she was out of reach; she was on the other side.End.wah biang!!my fingers hurt like...
What do you think?
I wrote it while waiting in line
for a medical check-up in school,
and on the bus home.
Why, you may ask, do I always write about death?
Hmm, well, because life is not always so golden.
you write beautiful stories about life,but life is not always beautiful.And why, you may wonder, do I use
such Western names?
Because..lets try this out.
Ah Kow put an arm around Xiao Ming's shoulders.
lol?
It almost makes the story comical.
yup...
I wanna end on an interesting note:
Received this email from several friends.
Its called...
THE PSYCHOPATH TEST.
*shudder. To think that some of you
guys might be bonkers.haha.
Read this question, come up with an answer
and then scroll down to the bottom for the result.
A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother,
met a guy whom she did>not know.
She thought this guy was amazing.
She believed him to be her dream guy so much,
that she fell in love with him right there,
but never asked for his number and could not find him.
A few days later she killed her sister.
Question: What is her motive for killing her sister?
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Answer:
She was hoping the guy would
appear at the funeral again.
If you answered this correctly,
you think like a psychopath.
This was a test by
a famous American Psychologist
used to test if one has the same
mentality as a killer.
Many arrested serial killers took
part in the test and answered the
question correctly.
If you didn't answer the
question correctly, good for you.
If you got the answer correct,
er...
dkeurty498tyh;oertg94. MERCY!!
TATA!!
Out, Clara.
suddenly i know i'm not sleeping..hello..i'm still here, all thats left of yesterday..
5:12 PM
