What the hell am I doing again?

Folks, let me tell you a tale about a girl.

Now, this girl, she is a fairly ordinary teen - average height, average weight, average looks, average brains, average manners, average family, average skills, average social abilities. She is so average that if she were to have a middle name, then there would be a very high possibility for her middle name to be, Average. 

While Ms. Average here might have average brains, she does not like to sharpen it with things that she is supposed to. For example, if in school she needs to know of when the Brits  lost to the Japs in the Malayan land, instead, she prefers spending her time learning about the parts of the brain and what does it do, and also origami techniques. She prefers to read and write a language that is not even her own, despite having her tongue absolutely hating said language and strongly preferring its native language.

One thing that might as well be labelled as the death of her is her most beloved activity - blogging.

Her love for blogging conquers her and her entire being. It invades her brain and seizes her mind. Her mind then coaxes and cajoles her with different sort of engaging and interesting ideas until she is forced to yield and surrender.

This girl is in dire need of rescue from the clutches of evil procrastination. She needs to be rid of the haunting need to write, be it her thoughts or pieces of works.

I mean it's not like their any good anyways. /shots.

She has a deadline. A time limit. Before the clock strikes, she must save herself.

Else, her future, her present, everything. 

Will be destroyed and detonated. 

Shredded and severed.

Collapsed and crushed.

Buried and burnt.

What she needs to do is not easy.

It is very challenging and acquires help from the people around her. Help she is not sure she could obtain.

What she needs to do, 

Is study.

Like, now.

Or else, she'll fail her PMR.

BUT I DON'T WANT TO! TAT

[END] 

 

The Camera - A short story based on my sister.

Please don't take this seriously.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. 

She was walking casually when her eyes caught sight of a camera.

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The person holding the camera asked her to pose. And so she did.

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She asked the person if she could hold the camera to see her picture and the person said okay. But when the person asked for it back, she said no.

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Then she ran away. With the camera. The person was left, sad and alone without her camera.

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The girl ran until she found her elder sister who was in front of her computer, blogging. She made her sister pose and so she did.

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But when the girl pressed the capture button, the flash went off, making her sister cringe and squint.

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After the picture was taken, the girl walked away, leaving her sister blinded and confused.

While walking, the girl fell.

The camera broke due to the fall.

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The girl was shocked.

And sad because she had no camera to play with anymore.

The sobbing bothered her elder sister who was blogging. The sister could not focus.

But she took care of the teary diversion easily.

 

Then, she continued typing away on her keyboard, happily blogging about who knows what.

THE END!

The moral of the story is:

Never steal others' things. It's bad. [The End.] 

 

Twisted Tales:: The Princes and the Pauper:: Part [3]

"And just when I specifically told you to watch out for puddles," Daniel said in angered frustration as he twisted the lower part of his shirt, draining water from the humble cream cloth. " Now look - we're soaked!"

It probably wouldn't have mattered much any other day, but today was a bad day in Daniel's household - there was something wrong with the piping and so he couldn't do the washing. The clothes on his back were the last ones for the week.

"Oh, will you just clam up, Daniel? You know, sometimes you're as overbearing as my mother." Evelyn fanned her skirt after trying a handful of tricks to dry the fabric. None of them worked, so she stood there with a damp skirt in the middle of the town. A breeze flew past her, and she flinched as she felt the sudden cool contact of the wet cloth brushing against her skin.  

Daniel, who was much more resistant to the cold, knew that she couldn't stand the cold even if her life depended on it. It was something he'd found out when he taught her about snow in the winter and had her sneak out with him to experience it for herself. Poor girl couldn't last 10 minutes out in the open and got stuck inside for two whole weeks in bed with a cold.

 The smell of hot cocoa floated about the village and Daniel trailed the scent's origin with his eyes, landing on a small wooden stall with a hearty male as its owner. It dawned to him that the warm drink would help provide Evelyn with the heat that she seems to be in dire need of.

"Wait right here. I'll be back before you know it," said Daniel as he headed towards the stall. Evelyn nodded even though he was well on his way without even waiting for her acknowledgment. She stood there staring at his back as he walked into the crowd of villagers who were waiting for their turn to buy the cocoa.

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Joanna wandered round town, taking in the sights as she walked. To her, the view of houses and shops and people around her was spectacular as she'd never walked this deep into town. 

As she walked, she saw a mass of crowd gathering at one particular area. An idea struck her in the head as she neared the crowd. The lone brunette stood tall and proud despite the ragged outfit she wore. With a broad smile on her face, she drew a deep breath, and words started flowing out of that sweet rosy lips of hers in a beautiful soft tune which gathered the attention of passers-by and striking them in awe with each note.

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Evelyn treasured each passing second she was in that small town of hers that she would probably not have known was so festive and joyful if not for this little trip of rebellion. Even with the current economical disaster that flooded her kingdom, the villagers seemed to still cherish what they had - health and togetherness was all that mattered to them. 

Yet Evelyn knew that no matter how happy they were, they still lived a life of hardships and in poverty. She saw a family - several, actually - forced to close down their shops and dragged what is left of their possessions and disappeared into the crowd. She knew they did not know where to go nor what to do, but she praised their undying perseverance and strength to move on forth with life.  


She hated the fact that as their princess, she could do nothing. She hated that even with her high stature, she could not ease the burdens of her people. What kind of ruler was she? Not a good one, that is for certain. 

If only fate hadn't cursed her with her royal background. If only she were a regular villager, then maybe she could roam free and feel for once, the warmth of happiness. Maybe she could even choose the one she'd wed. A certain brown haired man with a brain the size of a pumpkin; a certain childhood friend of hers whom she had grown to care deeply for.

To be continued...

Leap Year.

Leap year one, leap year two,

Childhood years where I met you.

Leap year three, leap year four,

Braced myself to knock your door.

Leap year five, leap year six,

We were such a goofy mix.

Leap year seven, leap year eight,

Wedding day - but you were late.

Leap year nine, leap year ten,

Had two kids named Joe and Ben.

So many memories on this date,

Our lives tied with the string of fate.

Years I've been loyal and true,

Just to prove that I... love you.

[End]

Days of The Week - A poem (?)

Mondays are mundane,

So students go insane. 

Tuesdays are fairly tedious,

Us kids learn 'bout the radius.

Wednesdays are woeful,

 No sleep thus we look awful.

Thursdays are thriving,

The weekends are arriving.

Fridays are festive and free,

School ends, and we all smile with glee.

Saturdays are superb,

 Pesky homework, don't disturb

And Sundays are short,

As is the nose of Voldemort.

  
-end-

Away. [Long ver.]

She has a wish.

What would it feel like?

She wonders.

How would the wind feel against her skin?

Will she ever be able to taste the snowflakes?

Can she ever play in the warmth of the summer?

Questions unanswered are left clutter her head.


She has a dream.

To be able to step outside and have fun,

To be able to take chances,

To be able to be free.

Daydreams fill her colourful mind that was fading away as days pass.

Every morning, when the nurse pulls the drapes, joy would fill her empty heart.

Behind the glass, revealed the sights of the life around her.

The life she'd never got a chance to live.

Mixtures of happiness and envy would appear in the pit of her stomach,

Followed by dread and dismay.

Though, she loved every minute of it.
For that was that was the only time where she could actually feel alive.
Where she actually feels like a human being.

As day goes by and nightfall arrives, she falls into greater despair.

The nurse walks in, and pulls down the drapes,
Concealing the world from her eyesight,
Trapping her in the prison they call a room.

But see, even during these times, our little lady doesn't merely stay glum and whine.

No, she closes her eyes,
Deleting the dreadful surroundings around her.

Then she sees it.

A large medow, filled with the fresh green of grass, and refreshing blue of the sky.
Flowers were blooming here and there,
Releasing a pleasant smell, which nurtures her heart and calms her shredded soul.

Her paradise.

She'd take a few steps and wander around the land,
Slowly taking in everything with all of her senses.


Then, she would encounter a tree.


Tall and mighty,
There it stands, strong and proud.


The shade provided by the magnificent tree was were she'd rest and watch the life around her brimming with joy and happiness waltz around without a care in the world.


Every single day of every single week,
She would come to her wonderful world.


She would stay there for 15 minutes, or maybe three hours.
She would relax quietly, or sing and dance playfully.


That was how she was able to withstand the long and hard days of suffering and pain.

 That was where she could run away.

That was all hers.

And for a while, it stayed that way.

Though, as she aged, the world she created slowly came crumbling down.

She gained strength, 

She gained power.

She fought her illness with all her might,

And succeeded.

Her victory was shared with all the creatures in her land.

They celebrated it and threw a big party fit for the warrior who overcame the disease that was said to be of no cure and escape.

She could finally live a normal life now just like all the other kids.

And she did.

She made friends, who were there by her side.

She went to school, and got good grades.

She was happy.

Now she no longer needed a place to run away to.

She no longer had a reason to visit that land.

Her paradise was soon forgotten by the one person who once cared about it the most.

So just like that, the little girl had grew up.

Time flew by.

Now she's a fine young woman.

At the peak of her life.

But there was something wrong.

Her illness came back.

One day as she was driving, her chest started to burn and compress.

She had a coughing fit.

And got into a car accident.

Who would have thought that after all these long years,

She'd end up in the same hospital, in the same room.

She was said to have to stay in there for 3 months.

She accepted her fate resignately.

A day passed.

Then two days passed.

Then a week.

And then a month.

Yet, no one came to visit her.

Not a single person.

Not her friends nor her workmates.

No one.

Her parents were long gone, and she had family issues with the rest of her family members. She was all alone.

Somehow, her days were just like back then.

She'd wait for the nurse to pull the drapes,

And watch as the patients play at the hospital park.

The nights were very lonely for this little missy here.

There was no longer her paradise that she could escape to.

In fact, she doesn't even remember much about it.

But at that moment, she'd do anything to go back to the land where she once belonged.

She wished for someone. Anyone.

To take her away.

-End-

Away.

She has a wish.

What would it feel like?

She wonders.

How would the wind feel against her skin?

Will she ever be able to taste the snowflakes?

Can she ever play in the warmth of the summer?

Questions unanswered are left clutter her head.


She has a dream.

To be able to step outside and have fun,

To be able to take chances,

To be able to be free.

Daydreams fill her colourful mind that was fading away as days pass.

Every morning, when the nurse pulls the drapes, joy would fill her empty heart.

Behind the glass, revealed the sights of the life around her.

The life she'd never got a chance to live.

Mixtures of happiness and envy would appear in the pit of her stomach,

Followed by dread and dismay.

Though, she loved every minute of it.
For that was that was the only time where she could actually feel alive.
Where she actually feels like a human being.

As day goes by and nightfall arrives, she falls into greater despair.

The nurse walks in, and pulls down the drapes,
Concealing the world from her eyesight,
Trapping her in the prison they call a room.

But see, even during these times, our little lady doesn't merely stay glum and whine.

No, she closes her eyes,
Deleting the dreadful surroundings around her.

Then she sees it.

A large medow, filled with the fresh green of grass, and refreshing blue of the sky.
Flowers were blooming here and there,
Releasing a pleasant smell, which nurtures her heart and calms her shredded soul.

Her paradise.

She'd take a few steps and wander around the land,
Slowly taking in everything with all of her senses.


Then, she would encounter a tree.


Tall and mighty,
There it stands, strong and proud.


The shade provided by the magnificent tree was were she'd rest and watch the life around her brimming with joy and happiness waltz around without a care in the world.


Every single day of every single week,
She would come to her wonderful world.


She would stay there for 15 minutes, or maybe three hours.
She would relax quietly, or sing and dance playfully.

This was how she was able to withstand the long and hard days of suffering and pain.
 This was where she could run away.
This was all hers.


-End-

Untittled

Whenever you meet a person, do you judge?

Do you analyze, do you question?

Do you struggle to impress, or struggle to escape?

Are you real, or are you fake?

The smiles you wear, tell me, do you mean it?

That laugther you voice, is it true?

Of all the faces you show the world,

Which of it is authentic?

Who are you?

-end-

Twisted Tales:: The Princess and the Pauper:: Part [2]

After a quick change of clothes, Evelyn and Daniel went off into the village nearby, looking like beggars in the worn out clothes Daniel demanded to wear.

"Exactly why are we wearing these rags?" asked Evelyn, trying hard not to be offensive - but obviously, she failed.

"Well, your highness," replied Daniel, slightly mocking her. "Unless you want to stand out like a sore thumb, it's better to blend in with the crowd. Us villagers don't really have the money to buy expensive clothing, you know?"

She scowled at his remark, muttering how he'd stop being so sarcastic. However, she knew there was truth in what he said, and she had to admit she'd been quite rude to not only the villagers by saying that, but also him. 

"Hey Daniel, you're taking me to visit the village that you live in, aren't you?" she asked, just to make sure this bastard wasn't up to anything weird, like he used to do back when they were little.

"Yes, but don't tell the Queen; I might lose my job."

"Oh, she won't do that... we're way too close!"

"Tsk, tsk. Such a naive way of thinking," he said, wagging his index finger at her face. "That's just gives her more reason to sack me. After all, what kind of mother wants their kid hanging out with her tutor?"

"Come on! We've been together ever since I could remember. You're not just my tutor," said Evelyn, pushing his hand away. "You're my bestfriend, too," she paused, faintly smiling. "My only friend, actually." 

A smirk.

"Hahah, well, no need to be so dramatic, your highness," he replied, chuckling. "I'm sure you'll find another friend someday. You are a member of the royal family, after all."

"Yeah, but--" "Oh look, we're here... Shall we, milady?" 

He stepped out of the small horse-carriage - that he "borrowed" from the royal stable -and offered her his hand. "Watch your step, there's loads of puddles--"

Cue water splash.

...And bickering.
Lots, and lots of bickering.

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Meanwhile, somewhere nearby...

"Julia, there's a commotion outside," said Joanne to her aged co-worker. "It looks like two people fighting, but I'm not quite sure..."


"Oh stop looking out that window already. These dresses aren't going to finish themselves, you know," said Julia as she stitched on strips of lace onto the fabric in her hands.

Joanne sighed and closed the windows. "But we've done so much~" she said, stretching her arms. "I'm so tired that I feel as if my body parts will come off any minute now.."

"Oh you poor child," said Julia, sympathizing for this young girl that she's been caring for for years. If she didn't have to work here to pay off her debt with the Madame, Joanne would probably get to act like everyone else her age, having fun in their youth. 

"Joanne, honey, why don't you go out and have some fun," she said after considering the circumstances. Why not give the girl her break? "You've deserve it, child."


Excitement filled Joanne's heart that was leaping with joy. "Seriously? I can go out?"

 "Sure, why not... Just remember to be back before noon."


"Thank you, Julia! I love you." she said, hugging the woman tightly before running off to see what awaits her outside the doors of that small little dress shop of the Madame's. 

To be continued.

Twisted Tales:: The Princess and the Pauper:: Part [1]

Once upon a time, in a distant kingdom faraway, something amazing had occurred. Two families of polar opposites each bore a baby girl at the exact same moment.

Oh, but the birth of these two girls at the same time isn't quite the amazing part, no.

 The thing is, these girls were identical, despite never knowing that the other exists.

Until...

"My dear, won't you please cooperate?" said Queen Myriam to her now 20-year-old daughter.  "If you would just spare a few hours so that we could settle your wedding busines--"

"Mother," replies the daughter, closing her book and putting it to the side. The once ever-so-small child had grown up into a lovely lady, fit for her title as 'Princess'. She stood up and sat beside her mother, grabbing ahold of her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You know that I won't follow through with your plans to wed me off, so why don't you give up now? I love you, but you're just wasting you're breath by doing this."

Myriam stared at the determined blue eyes of her daughter's and sighed. "My daughter," she said. Her hand moved from her lap to her daughter's cheek, sweeping the stray strands of blond hair away from her face. "My beautiful daughter, Evelyn. All grown up now, aren't you?" she added, the tone of her voice soft. "I know you're against it, but this is necessary. The fate of our kingdom depends on this. I--"

The forlorn look painted on her daughter's face caused the words to stop. "Oh darling, don't make such a face. It breaks my heart to see you sad," she said, meaning every single word. "I'll leave for now, so why don't you take a rest." 

And with that, Evelyn was left alone in her room, staring at the floor. She felt exhausted, being pushed around to do things she didn't want. How she wished she was born as a normal citizen and not a princess.

Then, out of the blue, a knock was heard. 

Evelyn stood up and opened the door, but no one was there. 

Then there was another knock.

She opened the door once more, and again, not a soul was seen.

Confusion filled her pretty little head, and as she heard the third knock, she waited for a while to work out which direction it came from - which was quite challenging due to the enormous size of her bedroom.

"Psst, open the door!"

"...Is that you, Daniel?" she said, stepping towards the balcony doors, where the whisper came from. "What are you doing here? And why are you whispering?" said Evelyn as she twisted the lock open.

"I never noticed that your balcony was so big," he said poking his head into her bedroom. "They could host a fashion runway here," he added.

"Yes, I know that. Thanks for your observation, Sherlock."

"No problem, your majesty," replies Daniel with a small bow, earning him a chuckle from the princess. "Well look at that, you're smiling," he said.

"Why? Is it so wrong for me to smile?" she said, sitting down on a chair nearby.

"No, it's just that I thought you'd already forgotten how," he replied, sitting beside her. "You've been down in the dumps an awful lot now, you know?"

"Hm."

"Look, why don't I take you into town? It'll be fun, so go get dressed."

A single eyebrow raised, Evelyn grew skeptical at the offer. "What's the catch?"

"Oh come on, don't tell me you don't trust your own tutor?" he replied with a smirk, almost as if he was challenging her.

"I trust you as a tutor, but--"

"Will you just go change? I'm trying to treat you to something, so just follow with it," he cut her off and turned away to walk away towards the balcony door.

"Whatever you say, Daniel," she mumbled, rolling her eyes. "Whatever you say."

To be continued.

11:11:11 11/11/11

She's the smartest girl in school.

 Everyone has high hopes for her.

They think she's perfect.

Some people admire her,

And some despise her.

The people who look up to her expect her to have all the answers, even though she never said that she did.

The people who dislike her get annoyed more and more every time she gets an 'A' on the exams. Jealousy fills the pits of themselves and their hatred keep growing more and more.

Her siblings get burdened with all the remarks at school. 

"Hey, you're her brother, aren't you?""You must be just as smart!""This topic will be a breeze. Your sister understood it easily, so you should be able to do it too!"

During tests, the people who sat near her would often try and cheat. They'd call for her, when she herself hasn't completed the test just yet. They'd bother her and keep distracting her until she's unable to focus and gets frustrated.

But even if she gets frustrated, she'd keep quiet.

Why?

Because she is the smartest girl in school.

Everyone has high hopes for her.

She can't let them down.

She has to keep acting perfect, just to please the society around her.

She can't let them down.

They'll never accept it.

It was never her wish to be so clever. 

She never wanted it.

All she ever wanted was to be a normal girl,

To be able to laugh and hang with her girlfriends,

 To be able to have her nails buffed without people looking at her all weird-like,

To be able to wear cotton candy-flavoured lip-gloss without worrying if it was too much,

To be able to wear Eau de Toilette, whatever that was.

All she wanted was to be a girl.

But no,

She can't.

Why?

Because she's the smartest girl in school.

Smart girls aren't supposed to be girly girls.

So now, she's looking out the window, waiting for her alarm to sound.

Earlier, she'd set the alarm to 11:11:11PM.

Why?

Because she's the smartest girl in school.

And all she wants is to be a normal girl.

So she's willing to do anything, 

Anything,

To make this wish come true.

She knows that it's ridiculous to do such a stupid thing.

What would wishing at the 11th second of 11:11PM on the 11th of November 2011 do?

It's not like her wish would come true or anything.

But for once,

 She wanted to believe.

For once, 

She wanted to know that there is a chance for her wish to come true.

Then the alarm went off.

Tringggggg.

And at that moment, she really did believe that she had a chance.

 

-end-

By My Side

Soft eyes rested on the table in front of him.

On it was a person who he held close to his heart.

There she was, 

Sleeping.

Her smooth, silky hair framed her pale, porcelain-skinned face perfectly.

Oh, what a privilage it was to him to be the only one to view such a sight.

How he wanted her so much. 

Trying hard to fight his desires, he distracted himself by scanning the table, listing down all the dishes that she had prepared along the way. 

She must've waited for me, he thought.

And just like that, a smile crept onto his face.

He grabbed a chair and sat on the opposing end of the table, 

Eyes on her and her alone.

"I'm home," he whispered, his hand making its way towards her, resting on her cheek and stroking it gently. "Sorry I was late, dear."

Perhaps it was just his imagination, or maybe he was going crazy, but he could've sworn that he saw subtle traces of a grin on her lips. 

That in turn, made him grin too.

Maybe he was going crazy, who knows?

Love's a crazy thing, and he couldn't even be any more in it than he already is.

With her.

 

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Call me crazy,  but it's true; I love you.

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-end-