"The Missing Part" Part 2

Little Joanna sobbed in the back of her hands, the pain at her knees stung. She cried on the grass, not moving when the pain just grew worse and worse. Footsteps shuffled closer to her, causing to lift her watery eyes at the person. A warm smile greeted her along with a young face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, squatting down in front of her.

Joanna merely nodded, her eyes lowering down to her knees. He examined them, eyeing them closer and gently touching her knees. She winced in pain. He pulled back his hand. "Can you move?" He asked, a certain kindness glinting in his eyes. She shook her head. He turned around, facing his back to her. She blinked, the last few tears dropped as the others dried up against her moist skin. He looked at her over his shoulder.

"Well? Grab hold to me." He said. Joanna blinked.

How could an eleven-year-old carry a nine-year-old like Joanna? He was skinny, his frame was small and his cheekbones were high and bony. She hesitated at first but he grabbed her wrist. She knew he was demanding her to get on his back. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. Slowly, he lifted her up and he didn't tumbled, which surprised her.

He came into a half-crouch and he grabbed the back of her knees, securing her legs with his arms. A proud smile tugged his lips as he started moving forward. She looked at him almost doubtfully as he walked, hoping that she wasn't a burden to him.

"You're very light, y'know." He commented.

Joanna blinked. "Yea, mommy says I must eat more." She replied, trying her best not to shift her weight abruptly. "Thank you for helping me." She smiled softly as he turned the corner of his eye over his shoulder. His cheeks raised as a grin spread across his lips.

"I'm Jason. Nice to meet you. Your name is?"

"I'm Joanna."

Joanna reminisced when she had met Jason for the first time. She remembered running amok in the park until she tripped on a rock and scratched her knees against the rough soil. Jason hadn't change much since they first met. He was still the bubbly, funny and attractive guy he was since middle school. She somewhat thought that their friendship was a coincidence. They both shared the same birthday, February 29th. Once in every four year, they would be jointed by the hip and spent their birthdays doing ridiculous yet adventurous things.

He once said, "We only celebrate our birthdays once in four years. And to make those three years of waiting worth it, we have to try something new." He had winked at her when he said that. That was Jason's motto for everything: 'Do things that will make waiting worthwhile'. He was right. She remembered that he begged her to sneak out of her house during midnight. She knew she was never born to be a true rebel but she gave in. Jason knew how to drive from his bother, Nicholas(who was currently now in college). They drove all the way from the city to the beach, stopping by at certain places to get some snacks on the way.

When she woke up, she found herself on the beach facing the sunset. She couldn't believe how beautiful it was. Jason was standing next to her, the wind blowing in his silky hair. He had said, "After all that trouble, it's still worth it." Indeed, it was worth it.

Joanna recalled their history. They had been the greatest friends throughout seven long years since they were ten. She smiled, grateful that she was able to know another amazing individual. But things changed since July. . . five months ago.

Joanna yawned broadly as she strolled down lazily inside the classroom. She sat at her usual seat which was and always been next to Jason. What a coincidence really. They were the only ones in their class whose names start with the letter 'J'. Joanna looked over to Jason and saw he was looking painfully pale for once in his life. Joanna panicked slightly, gently gripping onto his shoulder.

"Jason?" She whispered. "You okay? You look pale."

He turned to her, trying his best to crack a reassuring smile. But it was obvious to see he struggled with it. Joanna's heart dropped seeing him in pain. "Yeah, I'm okay, Joanna." He lied. He wasn't okay! "Don't worry about--,"

He dropped his head abruptly onto his desk with a loud 'bang!' that made everyone jumped and turned to him as if he was crazy. Joanna's eyes widened and she panicked. She started shaking Jason's shoulder vigorously but he didn't move. He didn't move an inch at all. She gently pushed him upwards and continued shaking him by the shoulders hoping he wakes up. But his face was still as white as snow and his eyes were shut tightly.

"Jason!" She panicked

She closed her eyes, trying to erase that memory from her mind. That was how she'd found out he had cancer for almost two years. His father had lung cancer too and died at the age of 35. Still too young, thought Joanna. Still too young to die. Sometimes, she wondered why Jason did not option to do a surgery and remove the tumour. Even the chances were small, he still had a chance of survival just in time before he reached the critical level.

Joanna waited at the bus stop, waiting anxiously for Jason's arrival. Biting her lower lip, she pulled back the strand of her dark hair behind her ear as she smoothing out her turquoise blouse. She tugged on the tip of her long ponytail, constantly wondering whether she had overdressed or she looked too simple. After a while, she mentally slapped herself. Why was she so worried? They weren't going on a date at all! Only as best friends, nothing more and nothing less. But that thought made Joanna's heart sank.

Could they ever be more than just best friends? She dare not think of an answer and desperately pushed the nauseating thought from her mind. As if on cue, she felt something gripped her shoulders. She immediately jumped and turned around, catching a grinning face that she had missed so much.

"Jason!" She cried happily.

Jason cracked his trademark handsome grin at her. "Looks like you arrived early. Anxious to see me?" He joked. Joanna chuckled and nudged him in the ribcage.

"Of course, yeah! When was the last time we'd hang out? Last month! That's almost thirty days." Joanna pointed out, lacing her arm with his as they began to stroll away from the bus stop. "Besides, I'd like to see you eat like a pig today. You're like a skeleton."

Jason chuckled heartily at that. It was true that he had lost a couple of pounds since he was placed inside the hospital. His arms felt skinnier, his cheeks had concave in his face and his once sparkling eyes now looked extremely tired. Joanna frowned at the sight of him. She couldn't imagine how miserable it must've felt being in the hospital for six months. She felt like hugging him tightly, never wanting to let go. But what could she do? She was a mere human being, she had no supernatural powers that could fight against God's power. Her eyes stung slightly, tears starting puddling slightly in her eyes but not ready to flow out of them. Why him? Why Jason?

"Joanna?" Jason called, coming into a halt.

Joanna quickly grinned at him, hoping that he hadn't notice her squinted eyes that were beginning to soak. "Sorry, I just remembered something about school. It's some project I have to pass up next month." She lied smoothly.

Lying. It was something that she was getting better at almost every time she was around Jason. She hated lying but she clearly didn't want to be honest. Jason raised a skeptical brow at her but smiled instead, decided to not ask any more questions. She returned the smile and intertwined their hands. She dragged him along, making sure her grip was firm. She wanted to make the last few months of his life worthwhile.

It was time for the last few adventures.

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I'm so, so, so sorry that it took so long to write. Gosh, I feel so guilty now. But at least I've updated in though I hoped I did it sooner. Argh! Sorry! Well, I'll just let the chapter hang again. I'm gonna enjoy myself writing this. There will be Part 3 and possibly Part 4. (unless I decided to end the story tragically or happily-ever-after) I admit I'm cruel to my characters.

Please pray that I didn't lose the inspiration and will write Part 3 ASAP before I turn into asap myself... -.-

"The Missing Part" Part 1

Joanna snapped her head up when the soft sound of a bell ringed in her ears. The subway train slowed down and came into a halt. The doors slid open and busy people -- businessmen and women, clerks, engineers alike came flooding in the train, ready to end their hard day's work.

Joanna stepped inside the train, sliding into the nearest empty seat she could find before it was occupied, dully looking out the window. The night was polluted with the sounds of engines bursting and horns from the cars blared into the background. But when the doors closed, there was an eerie silence.

Everyone looked sleepy, tired, restless or busy. She could hear the sound of handphones beeping and voices whispering about business marketing and other certain businesses that she didn't bother listening. But suddenly, her phone started buzzing with a soft twinkling ringtone that she loved to hear whenever she needs to calm down. These were one of the moments where she had to calm down.

She flipped her phone open and placed it against her ear. "Hello?" She never thought that her voice could ever sound so dry.

"Hello, Joanna." A too familiar voice rang on the other line.

Out of nowhere, Joanna felt as if her heart had crushed and her eyes were beginning to soak. "Hi, Jason. How are you doing?"

"Pretty well. But I wished that they hadn't made the hospital like a complete dungeon. It doesn't have to be this dark." Jason replied with an unconcealed disappointment in his tone.

"Look, I'm going to see you. I've got some things to drop by." Joanna said, trying to sound eager. "Aww, you didn't have to, Joanna." Jason said. Joanna could feel as if he was smiling on the other line. "Bye." He whispered.

That was when Joanna's heart really crushed. The conversation between her and Dr. Anderson (Jason's doctor) flooded back in her memory. A sudden pang of hurt struck her heart. She felt as though she couldn't breathe anymore and it was too hard to bear. She could tears streamed down from her eyes.

"Bye." She whispered back.

She didn't want to recall what Dr. Anderson mentioned to her. But the conversation played back in her head like a radio.

"I'm sorry, Joanna. But his condition is just getting worse and worse. I'm afraid that he might not last long because of his vulnerable state." Dr. Anderson explained, pulling off his glasses with unconcealed concern in his face.

Joanna's face paled almost white as winter. "W-What are you t-trying to declare, doctor?" She stuttered, her words escaped her lips like snow; soft and too quiet to be heard.

Dr. Anderson sighed. Then, there was the long eerie silence. Joanna wanted to grab the doctor's coat, shout at him and demand what was he wanted to say. But her body came to a statue state, unable to move a muscle nor a finger. She couldn't believe this.

Dr. Anderson looked up at her, light shined on his glasses momentarily as he finally said it out. "He only has three months left."

Joanna suddenly started choking in tears, the sudden heavy feeling of sadness overwhelmed her. The world seemed to have disappeared around her despite feeling the small itching sense that eyes were boring into her. She felt too sad to be so concern about it. She hoped to be stronger but feeling how her sides were ready to split because of the aching feeling in her chest made her remember.

"Why do you have to be strong?" Joanna's mother, Hilary, said in a low tone as she started putting the dishes into the sink.

Joanna fought the urge to look at her mother, her eyes curled to their corners to see her mother picking up a curry-stained plate. Suddenly, a hand covered with bubbles and soap snaked around Hilary's wrist. It was Joanna's hand. "Mom, I..."

"At the end of the day, what does 'strong' gets you?" Hilary added with a hint of angst in her tone. Joanna embraced her mother with tears in her eyes.

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"Joanna!"

Joanna walked into the ward, the thick dreadful smell of medicine burned in her nostrils. But admist all of the heavy odour, she could see Jason's face glowing brightly with a large grin on his face. In an instant, she felt a contagious sort of happiness creeping up to her as a smile tugged on her pale dry lips. She moved to his side, looking down at his bony face.

"How are you feeling, Jason?" She asked, her voice was dry again.

"A little better after they let me eat just now." He answered, a warm smile that made it too hard for Joanna to bear the fact where her best friend was dying.

"What did you eat?" She pulled a seat nearby and sat near the edge of the bed.

"Just an apple, bread with butter, soup and pudding." He answered with a slightly sad face. But then, he grinned at her. "But you know me, I'm still hungry." It was obvious that he tried to lighten the mood. She grabbed his hand, feeling that he was cold.

"You're cold." She noted, looking at his white hand. "Well, yeah, they turned on the air-cond about 20 degrees. You know I can't stand with that kind of temperature."

Joanna looked at him. "Why didn't you tell the nurse?" She asked, a voice filled with concern.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. It's not like I'll freeze to death." He smiled. Death. The very utter word that Joanna hoped he had never said. She felt like killing herself for asking Dr. Anderson about his condition. How could she act normal around him after finding out he was nearing to his death?

"They should've let you eat more." She said, wrapping her thumb and index finger around his wrist. "You're loosing weight."

"Is it obvious?" He asked, looking at his skinny wrists. Joanna nodded. "Yeah, very obvious."

Suddenly, they started chuckling. Joanna didn't know how they could start a chuckling session but she prayed it wasn't their last. He squeezed her hand. "Did you see Dr. Anderson yesterday?"

Joanna's voice was lost in her throat. She wished that he hadn't asked her that. "Yeah, I did." She desperately wanted to seal her lips but she didn't want to show him the grief she was feeling. She had to start acting all over again.

"What did he saw? Am I getting better?" His eyes beamed with sparks of hope, a moment that was growing rarer every single day since he has been placed in the hospital. Joanna prayed and endlessly hoping that he hadn't been diagnosed with cancer.

"Yes." She lied. "He says you're getting better. You might be out of here soon. For good." What the hell am I doing?

Jason grinned loudly and held Joanna's hands. "That's wonderful! I can't believe I'm finally getting out of this hospital." He laid on his back, his eyes bored in the ceiling.

Joanna tried to smile. But she couldn't find the will to act anymore. "Jason, listen--"

"Hey, Joanna." Jason cut her mid-way, sitting up and looking at her. "How about if we go out tomorrow? It's my monthly hang-out day, remember?"

She nodded, remembering the monthly times where Jason could go out of the hospital. "Yeah, I remember." She held his hand tighter, a sad smile curled on her lips. "I'd like that."

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To be continued.

P.S: (To certain readers of my blog) Please don't tell me how much you fucking hate my writing style or my blog entries. If you hate me, don't bother following with my life or blog. Get it? If you're stubborn to not leave me alone, I sincerely hope that you realize that you're just being recklessly stupid.

Get a life. If you have one, live with it. Properly.

I Missed Those Days

I missed those days,
where I would run amok at home,
being an ordinary little new-born.

I missed those days,
where I was giggling so loud,
Right inside the classroom with my friends.

I missed those days,
where I could just do nothing,
throughout almost every single day.

I missed those days,
where I would skip around,
with my dear friends with glee.

I missed those days,
where I was loved and cared,
by my two busy and workaholic parents.

I missed those days,
where nothing really mattered,
except the sight of a beautiful world.

I missed those days,
where life felt much simpler,
of being very simple-minded about everything.

I missed those days,
where my wonderful toddler years had passed,
just like a tiny leaf caught in a large tornado.

I missed those days,
where the years hold most dear to me,
despite knowing that time will never turn backwards.

Looking back,
I smiled weakly.
I missed those days.

-Behind This Teenaged Eyes-
Yz

"Why Did I Fall in Love With You?"

The morning was almost perfect. The sun was glaring brightly, everyone were gathering on the muddy school field. Amanda sat on one of the red plastic chairs underneath the white tent sent nearby the tracks, where students were crowding around to witness the Tug-O-War. Childrens were cheering when Red House won against Yellow House.

The results rolled out. Red House won first place with 176 points with Yellow House and Blue points 168 and 167 points respectively. The competition was almost intense but nevertheless, everyone had a spectacular time. Amanda got up, hugged her friends before rain drizzled into the soil. She was about to leave but when she reached the gate, her tracks stopped.

A feathery feeling developed inside her chest and her mind felt cramped inside a box. He had to be here. She felt memories of last year fresh inside her head. She remembered when she last came to Sports Day, she missed out the chance to talk to him. She didn't want to regret for not saying goodbye to him, especially when he was about to move to Vietnam soon.

She rushed back. When she stood near the canteen, her eyes caught a glimpse of black hair and a very familiar face. Her mouth went dry and her face was erupted with colors. It's him. There he was, helping his family with the tent, pulling everything down one-by-one. She felt thrilled and scared at that very moment. Thrilled that she was able to see him again and scared that she'll broke into tears later.

She sat on the bench... and prayed. Minute after minute passed by, achingly pinching the cockles of her heart. Her fingers twiddled with the hairband inside her pale hands. Her eyes were focused on him and him alone. She hardly noticed the boy flirting next to her, trying to catch her attention. She prayed and prayed, hoping being able to see his face.

But no. When the last bag was packed, he brought it into the car. She got up and stood next to a pillar, her eyes glued to the silver car that was enough to fit at least 8 people. At one point, they both made eye-contact. Her heart fluttered with joy when he looked back at her.

But sadly.

It merely lasted for three seconds.

Then, he turned when his stern mother called him. He gulped and got into the car with his little brother following behind him. She wanted to rush over to him and embrace him tightly. She wanted to hold his hand and look into his eyes. She wanted to run up to him and kiss him. But no, she couldn't. If only she had that once chance to talk to him, she would be delighted until the day she died.

But no. His little brother shut the door and the engine roared. Her heart ached with the usual feeling of a thousand needles mercilessly poking it. When his family drove off, she felt broken. She felt a voodoo doll, standing there so still that she felt as if a stranger can lift her up and place her in front of the shop for display. She turned her heel and walked slowly.

Then, her heart crushed as if smashed by a hard big hammer. She broke apart. She ran, crying her eyes out and hanging onto the walls for support. She ran up to the place where she always adored him sitting at. It was his favorite place. She sat on his favorite spot, flinging her ballet flats away and hugged her legs. She sobbed loudly in her knees, regretting almost about everything.

Regretting that she was ignorant to notice him throughout the whole day.

Regretting for not being able to smile or talk to him.

Regretting that she should've said I love you instead of slapping him.

Regretting that she could've talked to him for hours!

Regretting that she wasn't able to see him again for God-knows-how long.

Regretting that he was her first love.

Regretting that she couldn't say goodbye.

Regretting that she might regret this for her whole life.

- The End -
P.S: Based on a true-life event. So please don't bother asking me who experienced it.

Books and books...

In a week, it's my special day (I'll let you guess what is my special day about). If my parents are so nice to give me some money later on, I wish to buy some books that I've always wanted to buy. But I don't think my parents would let me buy ALL the books I want because I might be wasting their money on something that is not-so-close to useful.

Here's my 'Wanted' list (if you wish to see my selfish and greedy side).

1: Natalie Standiford's Dating Game series. I only have the first three books but it turns out that I don't have the three final books. Ah!
2: Trudi Canavan's The Black Magician series. Even though I almost read half of the first book, I've been completely drawn to its suspenseful and spellbinding plot. It makes my heart race and my mind throbbing to unseal all the secrets.
3: Philip Pullman's Northerin Lights. I haven't watch The Golden Compass yet so I might as well give the books a try first before I hunt for the movie. Hehe...
4: I've been craving for more Romance-and-Adventure stories nowadays. Anyone who knows any good ones, please drop their titles and authors in my Cbox. TQ!
5: Hopefully there's some good fantasy books outside there besides from Twilight Saga or The Black Magician trilogy.
6: Stephenie Meyer's The Host. Its a more mature than Twilight. I did like Twilight first instead of New Moon. Reading the three other books were excruciating. I liked Twilight because it was sort of cliche but I loved it.

I didn't put Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer in my list because I've heard there has been hackers hacking in Meyer's computer, leaking out some chapters of the fifth book. My best friend said that she might not be writing the fifth book because of the constance leak and changing plot/scenes.

Jeez, just leave the poor girl alone. She's doing the best she could do, don't ruin her efforts, darn it!

Wondering Thoughts

It's been a while since my last post. Maaf.

Recently my studies have kept me locked on my life (including my art) until I could hardly find the inspiration of what to write about. I've been trying to get my head into both blogging and studying at the same time. But sadly, no inspiration sparked up.

So far, I would say life is pretty normal (and boring) despite all the chaos I've been through in school and outside school. I've been trying to recall my goals in life but all I managed was a list of desires. It's really long and seemed endless but hey, I need someone (something?) to blast it at. The list begins:

1. A room of my own (not my brother's) that I can call as 'My Small Sanctuary'. Actually I'm going to have my little Sanctuary but it's near a place where I dread to go near to. *shudders*
2. I miss someone (someone who I've never seen for two whole years). I just wished I could that person again to see how far that person has grown and matured.
   
3. The elixir of Reincarnation. (So that if I screwed big on my life, I can just restart all over again and fix some certain parts of my life)
4. I've wondering... what does it feel like watching billion stars shining in the sky and feel as if there was someone else watching me from another universe? (That question will forever remain a mystery)
5. I want a better Earth, y'know... I don't want all the children in the future to suffer because of bad environment.

Okay, folks. This is where my short post ends. Hopefully I can reveal more desires in the future but I hoped that I haven't spilled more than I need. But surely, the five things above are all the main things I want in life.

Before I forget, here's a little Music Of The Week.

I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be, your not that far

You're the voice I hear inside my head,
the reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you

You're the missing piece I need,
the song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you

To some certain Camp Rock fans, you all probably know what song is this (and who is the singer). To those who don't know what's the name of the song, it's Gotta Find You by Joe Jonas.

Yes, I am a Jonas Brothers fan.

The Famous Triangle

Sekolah berjalan seperti biase macam setiap hari. Tapi hari ini berlainan rase. Kenape agaknye? The brunette re-wrote the sentence again below the previous one, but this time, she wrote it in English. School went on normally like everyday. But today has a different feeling. I wonder why?

Kelly sighed and looked at on her pointy handwriting that she wrote on her blank notepad in the canteen. A 100-plus drink and a packet of keropok lekor was set next to her along with her crimson pencil box. She rubbed her eye and yawned drowsily. Boy, she really needed more sleep because last night, she stayed up until two o'clock in the morning, doing researches about Shakespeare, Annie Oakly and breakdance.

A strand of dark brown hair fell into her eye. She flipped it out of her eye and involuntarily glanced at the young man sitting at the corner of the canteen with his friends. They barked in laughter, causing her to blush slightly when she heard him laugh. She immediately turned away before she continues staring at him. That would've made her look like a stalker.

She felt her face turn hot, painting her cheeks with a shade of rosy red. She picked up her stuff (including her 100 plus drink and the packet of keropok lekor) and stormed out of the canteen hastily. The sun rays shined on her brightly as soon as she stepped out of the canteen. She lowered her head, covering the blush tinted on her pale cheeks.

Her legs seemed to be casted under a spell, taking her far from the canteen and back to taman sains, her "safety corner" in school. Unknown to her, a pair of raven eyes trailed along her figure as she disappeared into the corner.

He looked away as soon as she disappeared into the corner and ran his fingers through his front fringe. He realized he's been watching her every move. What on Earth is he doing? Is he a stalker or was he so interesting in "chasing" the Budak Tambah in school? Obviously not but he can't seem to find a clear answer to why was he observing her every time he sees her.

He would've slapped himself to death but his friends called out to him, "Hey, Isaac, let's get going."

"Coming!" Isaac jogged towards his friends before they walked off to the basketball court.

A few of his friends sat down on the grass and began a chatting-session, obviously talking about the upcoming basketball match against Stunners. Several of them began practising shuffling, obviously trying to show off their "talent". But Isaac and his best friend, Andy, were the only ones who were practising their shoots.

Isaac picked up a ball and threw it to Andy, who dribbled the ball before shooting a three-pointer. The ball circled around the basket briefly before falling through the basket, causing Andy to flash a small smile. Isaac smirked and took the basketball that stood near his foot and did a three-pointer as well. The ball smoothly went through the basket.

Andy chuckled. "You've been practising lately." He said, lightly punching Isaac's arm.

"Yep. Dad said that I shouldn't get rusty." Again, Isaac shoots another three-pointer. The ball went through the basket again smoothly.

When Isaac took the next ball, he paused in his actions. He noticed that someone was watching them behind the bushes. Wait--make that two people. Two girls watched them from behind the bushes, a blond and a red-haired. They both waved at the girls, causing them to panic.

"Alamak! Kena spotted!" The blond girl whispered to her red-haired friend. She pulled her friend's sleeve and they both ducked into the bushes.

Isaac stifled a chuckle and shoots another three-pointer. Andy just watched the two girls who were still hiding behind the bushes, speculating something to happen. He counted, 'One... Two... Three!' He didn't see anyone at first. So he counted again... 'One... Two...' Before he could finish, a brunette appeared in sight.

"Alice! Felicia! What are you two doing behind the bushes?" A flabbergasted Kelly called out. The two girls nearly shrieked when Kelly surprised them with her sudden presence.

"Don't tell me you've been watching on those two..." Her voice trailed away when her hazel brown eyes caught a glimpse of those green eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat and her face was painted red. She could feel smoke bursting out of her ears. She made a brief eye-contact with Andy's eyes, who stood still like a pole. His cheeks were painted with a shade of pinkish red. Her eyes diverted to Isaac who looked back at her as well. Immediately, she stormed away.

"H-Hey! Kelly!" Alice and Felicia hastily followed Kelly.

Andy lowered his head and touched his cheeks. God, they were burning hot! Isaac felt his heart racing so fast that he could feel it was ready to burst! But luck was on their side when the bell rang. Isaac breathed in deeply and patted Andy on the shoulder.

"See you after school, bud." He tried to sound enthusiastic but nearly failed. He ran back to class, leaving Andy blushing on the court.

He heaved a sigh and looked at the place where Kelly appeared but a weight pulled his heart, causing him to shake his head in denial and ran back to his classroom. What a weird day it was, for Kelly, Andy and Isaac. They all know about one single little fact.

They were stuck in the famous Love Triangle.

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I just feel like writing a random. No, it's not something about my life or related to it. It's just a story that I recently came up with while I was thinking about Stephenie Meyer's book... =.= I'm craving for the book!!!!!! And the name "Stunners" is actually the name of a cheerleading team in Sri KDU. Sorry for my unoriginality but seriously, I'm out of ideas... X)

P.S: Everything I wrote is fictional. If related to anyone or event, it's unintentional. And kalau ade grammatical errors, point it out to me *lazy* Hehe.... Bye bye!!

P.S.S: I LOVE STEPHENIE MEYER!

Big Little Things

Sorry for not updating for God-knows-how-many days. I've been doing a lot more artwork, my computer broke down, I'm not procrastinating a lot, sleeping earlier and going through a turn in life. I was recently inspired to do write ANOTHER story. I don't know what's wrong with me!! ><>Cold Fear" (The previous title was 'Cold as Ice' which you can find in my previous entries). I would like to type out the summary but I haven't figure out the plot yet correctly. I've been keeping Cold Fear aside for a while and I want to finish it as soon as possible (If I have the time to do so...)

I'll be posting a lot of artworks soon. That depends whether I can scan them at my mom's office or get my computer fixed soon. Can't talk long. I got some errands to run. Sorry! ><" Bye!

-Yasmin

:D Must see Artworks!!

HALLO, PEOPLE!!! (Man, I'm hyper today =D. GOODIE!)

Yezzie back in the house. (grins) I'm very hyper today (I think it must be the 7UP soda I drank at the school. LOL! Lame reason, I know. But it's true!!!)

Sports Days just passed by on Saturday. It was... cool. I got second place in the 400 meter relay. Seriously, my stamina has whithered. I couldn't run anymore at the last 100 meters from the Finish Line. And after I finished running, I couldn't stand any longer.

And the worst and unexpected news was... Ain (my friend) fainted during marching.

Not long time ago, I was inspired to write another story called Twin's Curse. Again, this is a suspense-drama-agonizing story. I won't be giving any sneak peeks or anything because I'm still thinking of the details. I think I'm gonna make the characters die in the story (grins) *Evil Authoress*

I'm gonna feature some outstanding art works from deviantART.com that you must see. (Tengok! Jangan tak tengok!)

These are from a female Canadian artist. Her deviant name is "Kaze-Hime". (Sorry if the pictures are too small. No space. =P)


The tools she used to make these beautiful pictures are from Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3. Seriously, I wished I had those kind of tools but they're only suitable to be used when you have a tablet. Coloring through using Photoshops are hard. But it's better than Traditional Tools (e.g. color pencils, markers etc.)

The next one is from shilin. The pictures below are based from her manga Blackbird >>> Click here to read her manga.



Wow, those are such stunning pictures. (Envious) Shilin also uses Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3 to color her pictures. They were done easily because she has a tablet. (Not a medical tablet that you swallow. A tablet as in a computer that is like "paper and pen" =.=)

Moving on, this time: Traditional Art!! The pictures below are from AiKo-FrikKi. She uses traditional tools which are prisma color pencils, faber-castell color pencils and caran d'ache color pencils/pens.



Man, I wish I was talented as her. T^T. Let's move on shall we? I love this person's work. Quite nice and wonderful. Almost flawless. (Gawks in awe) The owner of the art pictures are by Nefis. Her art was featured in my previous post called "Spring's coming soon".


The tools she used are mostly color pencils or Adobe Photoshop CS2 and CS3. No, I don't think she uses a tablet to color some of her pictures. That means she had to go through a lot of trouble to do the digital lineart and all those details. WOW!

I noticed that I'm filling this post with girl's work. LOL! Time for the boy's turn. Let's start off with this guy. All his work are made by color pencils.

Next in line is from this guy. Well, he calls himself 'pyromaniac'. I don't know why. =.=... His real name is Maximiliano Cabrera. His works are also made of color pencils only. Many people think he uses Photoshop but unfortunately, no. He doesn't use it


That's all I have for this post. Hopefully, I'll be able to find more stunning "must-see" artworks. (Cricks my neck) Man, I was solid and stiff the whole time. (Cricks my knuckles) Gotta go, people.

P.S: The pictures that you see in this post are NOT mine. The original owners of the pictures are listed carefully. All rights are reserved to the owners. Do not steal/claim these works as your own unless you have proof.

-Sayonara

Sneak Peek

Hello, people! Sorry, I haven't been updating for the last 2 weeks. >.<>

I'm writing a story called Cold as Ice. No, it's not a published book or anything, just some story I'm willing to update in FictionPress.com. And because of my hyper mood, my blog readers have the chance to take a peek of my up-coming story.

Well, I might be printing the papers out and give them to my class monitor, Marcus (Who is dying to read it). Well, I wouldn't say it's romantic since Marcus might get grossed out if he reads the lovey-dovey parts. (Snickers) I'll make it a suspense/supernatural genre. Goodie! (Claps)

Here! Have a sneak peek in the first chapter!

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Spaghetti hung from the tip of my mouth, my eyeballs felt as if they have popped out of my eye sockets and my mind completely shut down. I hope I don't sound like a moronic idiot or anything but did I hear the words correctly pronounced? Oh God, help me.

In front of me was my smirking mother who seemed pleased of my silly reaction. A strange feeling loomed over her as she slowly shifted forward towards me. I did not move at all but I did dropped my fork. Okay, I admit... I do look like a lunatic.

"Why are you so shocked, dear?" She asked in a sickening sweet tone. I twitched.

Finally, my senses functioned properly. I spat the spaghetti back on the plate, creating a huge puddle of spit on my plate. My mother glared at it in disgust. This is one of the reasons why she hates me being "not-so-ladylike". Remembering what I am suppose to say, I retorted.

"How can I not be shocked, mom?!" I exclaimed. I added, "You're sending me away to--" Rudely, she cut me off and continued my sentence. How rude...

"The prestigious Lockwood Academy," She emphasized the name as I shuddered.

"B-But mom! I don't want to go to that academy! I love being here! This is where I'm suppose to be!" Wow, how dramatic can I be?

"You're going to that Academy no matter what! Even if that means I have to cut off your allowances!" Her eyes beamed devilishly. I sighed in defeat. Why does my mother always know how to threaten me?!! I sometimes wonder if she is really my mother.

Pushing the thought away, I asked her. "Why are you sending me to Lockwood Academy?" I asked, ready to bang the table but I know it will only make my mother burst into a beast. Aiya...

"Because I want you to find a proper boyfriend!" She clarified. Oh please, not the boyfriend stuff again. If you don't know what my mother is talking about, what's she trying to say it 'I want you to have a real boyfriend!' For the last few years of my life, I've been dumped. A lot.

I don't know how long. Maybe... ten times, I guess? Yeah, yeah... It sounds weird. Being dumped for ten consecutive times. Oh, the joy! But I was used to the dumping thing and I don't usually get my heartbroken. I hate being vulnerable.

Rolling my eyes, I protested again. "Mom, I am not gonna chase anymore boys! I swear!"

"Nope. You're going to the academy no matter what." My mother clarified again. I feel suicidal now. Not good!

"Just for one reason?!" Well, I blurted that out unexpectedly. Shoot....

She looked at me with her green emerald eyes. "I'm sending you there for two reasons. One, find a proper boyfriend. Two, I want you to--"

Before she could finish her sentence, my breath escaped my lips. My breath was unusually cold and smoky. Feeling fear overtaking my mind, I immediately dived underneath the table with my mother. In a split-second, we both heard screeching sounds. I turned to my mother who had a depressed look on her face.

"Stupid vampires..." She cursed under her breath as she pulled out something from her pocket. It was a gun. Okay, I can see why my mother is sending me to the academy. She's trying to keep away from the dangerous vampires that visited us every night.

Loading her gun with her golden bullets, she clicked the hammer and was ready for action. I pulled out my gun as well from my pocket and clicked the hammer. Good, the bullets are loaded. We crawled out of the table and leaned against each other's back, clutching on our guns.

"As you see, this is why I want you to go there!"

Black smoke erupted from the red carpet beneath our feet. More black smoke clouded around us. Immediately, we began shooting as dark figures emerged from the smoke.

Bang!

I heard my mom shot the vampire who approached her first. I crouched down to avoid the talons of the female vampire's hand and shot her stomach three times. She screeched in pain as her figure turned into ashes. My mom shot the next two vampire who approached her threateningly. Their figures soon turned into ashes.

Okay, I have a really huge secret to tell you--Eeek!

Crouching down to avoid the vampire's long pale sword, I elbowed the vampire in the stomach before pointing my gun to the vampire's forehead and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The vampire screeched in pain as the figure turned into smoke. Jumping backwards, a female vampire attacked me with her impossibly long talons. Her growl was icy and hollow. Aiming the bullets to her forehead, I pulled the trigger... sending bullets flying to her forehead. She cried and twitched pain as her whole figure submitted to gravity and turn into ashes.

As you can see, I am a vampire slayer. An infamous vampire slayer who is hailed by the name Charlotte Blackstone.

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Well, how was it? But that's only just the beginning. Sorry to say but the sneak peek you read just now might be tweaked in the near-future into a more suspenseful situation. Keep a sharp eye to know when the story will be fully published in FictionPress.com

(Grins) Sayonara! =D