very bored now..
hey, people of blogging hood! [haha.. kidding! i'm not trying to insult anyone..]
i'm in such a happy mood today. i love the weather today. it's been raining since forever!! [i love it] and i got grounded for dancing in the rain for that... p.s. my mum caught me! unfair:(
then, me and my siblings decided to dance instead..(this all happened yesterday!)
we all dance to the song "Do You Want To" haha.. it was hilarious!! we were like drunkards.. especially me! i think it's because of the coffee i had in the morning... i had like 2 cups one in the morning and one shortly in afternoon...
oh by the way, i apologise to those people who are annoyed or whatever about my previous post. [you can blame my mum for that... she says i need to be more in touch with my birth nation or something along that line..]
anyways, i'm bored... luckily, i have 2 stories to update and quizilla to occupy me!! oh shout outs to Sondra: I'M GONNA POST THE STORIES HERE. I'LL JUST INDICATE WHICH STORY IT IS SO YOU DON'T GET ALL CONFUSERING ABOUT IT! :) OKAY?
and another to Roycelyn: HEY, GUESS WHAT! I'VE FLOODED YOU ALREADY! WHERE'S MINE??
right now, i'm huddled up in my tigger PJs, sipping hot cocoa, my grandmum's speciality, and typing on the latop... now, how perfect can that be? by the way, only me, grandpop and grandmum are left in the house. the rest went out to centrepoint. i volunteered not to come along as i was lazy... hehe ;) i'm a lazy pig..
well, i've decided to post this story here.. mind you, it's a gift for someone... the story, i meant.. well, here it is:
Daniel looked out the plane and smiled. “ahh,” he thought, stretching himself. “Finally, we’ve landed.”
It’s been almost 13 hours since he has been sitting in the plane that has just landed at Los Angeles. A snorting sound came from beside him. Daniel turned and only saw his bodyguard, Stevens. Stevens, whose full name is John Stevens, is a huge man but a dumb one too. Elise, Daniel’s manager, hired him to protect him but he always manages to fall asleep on his duties. Elise always threatens Stevens if she catches him sleeping, which she often does, but he was never fired, as Daniel had grown fond of him.
As he was in extreme need of a bathroom break, Daniel or Dan stepped over the sleeping man and headed for the toilet. In the midst of his toilet break, Dan heard a woman’s voice. It was Elise and she seems to be talking to him.
“Daniel, we have landed…” said the petite red-headed lady. “Time to get up now.”
Suddenly, a loud shrill erupted from outside followed by a loud thud, which Daniel suspected to be Stevens falling off his seat.
“Stevens, where the hell is Daniel?” Elise said completely petrified. “How many times must I repeat myself that you must keep an eye on him no matter what even—“
“Even in a life and death situation…” Stevens recited, it has been tons time he had heard it from Elise, 56th times to be exact.
An argument started from there and Daniel could not help but break out in huge fits of laughter.
“Do you hear that?” Elise said in midst of her sentence.
“Hear what?” Stevens asked trying to hear it too.
“I think it’s coming from there!” Elise said following the sound by ear and stopped in front of the toilet. “Open it Stevens, go.”
“Hey, why should I open it?” the bodyguard replied.
“Well, look at this if its some terrorist in there,” Elise explained. “He’ll attack you first and I’ll have time to run…”
“How come I get killed first?”
“Who’s more important between the two of us? I am right? So go and open it before I fire you.”
With a very shaky hand, Stevens opened the door and out came Daniel, very red in the face from laughing.
Elise lunged at him and started checking him for any sign of injury.
“Are you okay, Dan?” Elise said her hands checking him around the lower body.
“Yes Elise… I am.” Daniel said irritably. “Elise! Stop touching me. I said I’m fine alright!”
Elise stopped and quickly stood up from her kneeling position. “Oh okay. Anyway, we have to get off the plane now. We have a brief meeting with some reporters at 11.15”
. . . . . . . . . . . ..
~~~ stared intently at her book. She was in her mathematics class and try as she may; she still could not get the formulas in her head. Oblivious to the teacher who was muttering some complicated formula to the class, she looked at the window. Seeing nothing but the clear sky, she remembered her time with her closest friend, ---. It all started with a crazy argument, she knew if she hadn’t brought the subject up, it wouldn’t have happened. It has been a month now, but the pain of their parting was still etched in her heart. She still remember the time when they first met until the time they parted. It was painful but she knows she needs to move on and try to continue her life without her friend.
Prying her eyes away from the window, she quickly turned her attention back to the math teacher, trying as best as she could to understand the weird language coming from the person’s mouth.
“~~~, ~~~…”
~~~ shook herself and looked at the person who was calling her. Her friends were surrounding, their faces all had the same look, worry. A tall shorthaired girl approached her face always full of happiness.
“Are you okay?” the girl, Roycelyn asked.
She felt an arm on her shoulder and saw jasmine hugging her.
“C’mon, son…” her friend said reassuringly. “You have to get over --- someday.”
“Yeah…” a short black haired girl chirped from her right. “Jasmine’s right you know. You can’t bury yourself in all those pain and stuff. And just like Roycelyn said you need to move on.”
“I know Trizia.” ~~~ replied. “But you guys don’t understand. Look, stop worrying about me. I’ll be just fine. It’s not like I slit my wrists when I feel emotional…”
“Joking, joking!” she exclaimed, seeing the look on her friends’ faces. “I’ve got to go now. Matthew is probably waiting for me right now.”
~~~ bid her g’byes and went off to the car park, where a black car was waiting for her.
“Finally, I thought you don’t want to go home…” a guy said from the driving seat.
“Shut up, Matthew.” ~~~ retorted, putting on her seat belt. Both of them looked at each other and smiled. It was a normal squabble between them, a best friend squabble. Having known each other for almost all their life, they know the other’s interest by heart. Like ~~~ wanted to do something with the music industry while Matthew, a.k.a. Matt, wants to be an actor. So far only Matt has been achieving that dream, as his father was a good friend with a director.
“So, how is your life been going?” the best friend asked not knowing of anything. The silence was enough answer for him.
CRIMSON VELVET