I'm back.

Ah, the familiar "New Post" page with a piano tune to accompany me as I write, how good to see you again, and hello, once again, my readers. It's been a long time, since I updated, huh? It's a pleasure for me to continue my life's chronicles in the form of these digitized alphabets. To be honest, that's not the main point, the main point being that...I have nothing to do and I can't sleep for some enigmatic reason, well to be honest it's because I'm feeling lonely and there's no one to talk to at this hour. I'm gonna skip all my usual wordplay and just type like my normal self for this one, hope you guys don't mind.

My life so far has been fun of ups and downs, and time sure flies, right? 2 more months till I face the music of SPM. Back to the subject at hand, yeah, I've been having an inconsistent life. Let's just summarize it from the top. I broke up with my first ever girlfriend because she didn't really appreciate me, from there, I lived more freely, free from her clutches. Then Ritchie introduced me to a girl which of course as usual, failed. Then I tried to become more well-acquainted with another girl, which yes, you've guessed it, failed. Then from my sorrowful clouds came a silver lining, someone very dear to me, finally accepted my offer to be in a relationship with her, after a month, she broke up with me and of course left me in shattered pieces.

From there, friends came to my aid, Ritchie, Nathalie, Nizam, Teck Hui all came to comfort me in their own, special unique way. I owe them the greatest of debts, thank you guys, I really appreciate that. It took almost 2 months to fully recover, and in the midst of my lamenting I was pushed to the edge with Public Speaking practice which I had to go to. Then, after reuniting with an old friend, Trester, meeting a few new ones and befriended the St. Marians, I slowly got back on my feet, because of all of you, I've become a more improved individual and cleaned up my act and also forget about my past anguish. It is safe to say that all of you are the best friends I could ever have. Thank you, Trester, Amirul, Anis, Adlinur, Josey and of course Su Ann. The Pesta Ria the St. Marians held was definitely the icing on top. And yes, Su Ann, I still love that Rojak.

The names mentioned above didn't just help me, each of them taught me something, Trester taught me that I should be patient, and have a little faith in both people and God. Amirul taught me that if you love someone, stay true to that feeling, patience is the key to a woman's heart. Anis taught me that love will find it's way no matter what, and she made my fandom towards Paramore THAT much more serious. Adlinur made me realize that guys like me are extinct (In a good way) and that girls aren't all that superficial. Josey AKA Jocelyn taught me the ways of taking it easy through the music of Jason Mraz, and she was responsible for me to meet the next person. Su Ann taught me the greatest of all lessons, that we can not give up, no matter what and that we should always perform our best at anything, she also got me into reading the wonderful works written by Cecelia Ahern and reignited my passion for a certain yellow sponge living under the sea. Thank you again to all of you, I love each and everyone of you to bits!

And of course there was my fun time with Amin and Ronald at the robotics competition, even though we lost, we still had fun, especially chanting Chong Hwa's name for beating the arrogant St. John's robotics squad. CHONG HWA! CHONG HWA!

Oh, also, today I went Ice Skating again with Yen Yi with her boyfriend and 2 others, really had a fun time with you guys, especially causing havoc in MPH. And Casualtiy report: My limbs...HURT. A fraction of the skin on my left foot tore itself apart. But thank goodness I was improving and didn't lose my skill.

Speaking of skill, my dearest Piano teacher let me advance to grade 2! Finally, no more cartoon doodles in my books, and I'm that much closer to perfection! Gotta give it my all, right, Su Ann?

By the way, my sweet CPU just got an UPGRADE a month back, thanks to Ritchie for laying the final blow on my Graphics Card, now I have a much more better PC! So now I can finally play all those PC games that I always wanted to play.

Hmm...it's 3:14, I guess I better stop here.

Adios amigos~

Patience

A boy lets go of the one he's infatuated to, realizing it was a mistake. He was drowned in a sea of sorrow, but one of angelic grace appeared before him. Unintentionally bringing him to his former, cheery self. The boy talks to the angelic figure, and finally, the overwhelming feelings dispersed just like water transmuting into gas. He realized that the angelic figure was just an ordinary girl. Yet, deep within his lost soul, there was a feeling growing for that angelic figure, and so began the tale of his new muse.

Days past, day by day he realizes that his feelings for her growing deeper and deeper. Each moment without her was but a stake impaled to his already fragile heart. He waited, and waited, patience growing thin, he sent her a message, seeking to acquire her latest shenanigans. Yet, his message was replied naught. All he can do now is wait, wait for his angel to descend upon him once more, the boy who bears the patience of millenniums, as he waits, he wonders...is the wait worth it so?

Love

(trust me, as much as I love writing one word essays, I can't go on all day with Love, too many things to write it'll be a thesis)

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How many crushes have you had? How many break-ups? Or how many times has your heart been broken when you hear a whisper of "No"?

What is love? that is the ultimate question, why is it when you google Love, different results show? It's because Love is many things, it's bliss, it's happiness, it's satisfaction, it's sorrow, it's blasphemy, it's a lie, it's the truth, it's a friend, it's a foe, it's heartless, it's caring and the list goes on...

Love, a foolish yet satisfying emotion none other than yourself can best describe it. Sure it's another pathetic flaw we have, but that is what we know that makes us human. Recently, I've been seeing my friends, or their acquaintances having problems in this department. Like Yen Yi's jerk-ass playboy boyfriend who broke up with her just because she was joking. or Teck Hui's friend (who I find quite attracting) who got dumped by her deluded boyfriend who can't think straight. Or Ritchie's crush who got together with another guy. Or me myself with last year's incident.

The question that's still burned into my mind is "Why do we STILL do it?" No matter how many break ups or rejections, we still WANT it. What makes it so addictive, being with your loved spouse? Why do we still want to love? Is it the famous "You'll get your lucky break" mentality? or is it because we need someone in your life?

And next there's doubt. Imagine this, you're a teen between the age of 16 and 17, and there she was, the person who is just "right" for you, you get to know the person and develop deep feelings within your heart. But in the end your efforts are for nothing as that person scared your innocent soul, marking remembrance forever. Then suddenly you meet another person and try again but one day you receive a message from your old crush / now best friend saying he or she has broke up. Ponder for a moment....what will you do? The one who's been through a lot with you, one who has an unshakable bond once made or the one who shares most of your common interest with "FRESH START" written all over him or her?

Sadly that was a decision too though isn't it?

Why does love hurt? That is another question I have. Why is it every time when you build something, it always crumbles and breaks you down leaving you alone and sad? Love, the more you build the worse it's going to feel after it all comes to an end , when the rest is silence. Still on the bright side, that's when we know we're still human, right?

Truly an enigma to the human mind, this emotion still sways from it's definition, "What is Love?" it's like asking the meaning of our existence, the answer always unbeknowst or changed from time to time. Alas, the right answer is always what you think it is, because what you think will come true.

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Why did I write that? Well when there's something on my mind I'd best let it out then let it linger for too long, plus it's to show Teck Hui I have better English than he thinks, so there, HAH!

Ciel's Diary 2

Ok, now for the female view of it.

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Dear Diary,

After that day when I accidentally let it loose, I was beginning to doubt my control over it again... and Adam's curiosity was the cherry on top.... I'm really afraid.... for his own good, I avoided him in school after he got discharged from the hospital.

I don't need him to be involved in it. I really feel bad about it....gosh....I feel really awful, I think I'm gonna cry. Why am I avoiding an innocent guy, who's really sweet? My.....best friend......maybe it's more than that.

No, maybe it's the confusion in my head..... or the after-effects because I used it. Maybe.... I should just own up and tell him the truth, after all, he's the only one who understands me. He even called me 12 times...... oh god.... I feel so bad....

I think I'll undo the Messenger Camouflage thingy from my IM and text him.... maybe we should meet up at the pier. Well, guess I made my choice, I'm gonna tell him the truth! I'll text him, we should meet up tomorrow.

Ciel

Chapter 3

Yeah it's back, the mini-series is back, I finally got motivated to continue writing it again for some reason....damn that Ritchie and his endeavors for that cheerleader...... anyways.... *ahem*
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CHAPTER III

A few weeks later, I finally got discharged from the hospital and I feel much better. Yet one thing still disturbs my mind........ Ciel. She acted strangely back at the day she visited me, and after that, she didn't come to visit for the following 2 weeks. I'm getting a really bad vibe about it.

After I got to school for the first time in weeks, my friends greeted me and called me "Ciel's hero". I think it's a joke, she's the one that saved me. They always have a few laughs from teasing me, so I let them do it since I can't be bothered to get annoyed. Then I saw her getting her things from her locker, I split away from my posse and tried to approach her, she noticed me, quickly closing her locker door and rushing into class. I was short of nothing but shocked at what she did. Luke tried to hold in his laughter but failed, Jay shrugged. I pouted at them for mocking me.

After the 1st bell rung, I went into class and saw her again. She lowered her head as if trying to act that she's studying, even though I can see through that, cliche.... slightly confused, I went to my seat and studies proceed as usual, and I didn't bother to listen to the lecture since I have better things to think about, Ciel for one. After the recess bell rung, everyone rushed out of the class, I was clearing my table and Ciel was arranging her books. "Ciel..." I called to her, "not now Adam, I'm busy." she said, not even looking at me. She left the classroom and so did I. In the canteen, I waited for her to come and sit beside me as we usually do., but this time....she didn't show up and I was accompanied by my friends instead. Things pretty much go as usual for the rest of the school day.

I went to the pier as usual to look at the sunset....awaiting for her arrival. But she didn't come..... I tried calling her, but she didn't pick up. So I went home, heart filled with despair.... I greeted my parents, and my mom said "dinner's in the oven, Adam~" with her ever cheerful tone and my dad gave me a simple "welcome back" as he was absorbed in watching a football game on TV. I threw my bag to a corner, took off my clothes and went into the shower. As the cold water hit my naked skin, I finally realized that life's not the same without her..... that-that..... I need her. I must have gone insane.... "ME? HAVING A CRUSH ON CIEL?! HAH!" I said to myself. But then again....maybe I do have a crush on her.

I turned the tap on the shower counter-clockwise, shutting off the dashing waters. I wiped myself dry and felt a brief feeling of refreshment, but the thought of Ciel quickly came back into my head, making me feel rather depressed. I put on my pajamas and went back down to fetch my dinner. I opened the oven, full of curiosity on what was for dinner. "Oh, Spaghetti eh, joy...." I said in sarcasm to my mom. "What's the matter, sweetie? Not in the mood for spaghetti?" my mom said, worrying about me. Then again, I'm not in the mood to eat anything right now. "Maybe his girlfriend dumped him~" Amy; my annoying sister interrupted while she was playing with her iPhone. "Shut up...." I coldly said to her, holding my anger in. "Wooo~ scary~" she said, to agitate me. Ignoring her, I proceeded back into my room carrying my plate of spaghetti, hearing my mom lecturing my sister on teasing me, I can't help but to grin. Serves her right.

I booted up my PC to surf the web for the latest gaming news and to chat with her. But as soon as I signed into the Messenger, she wasn't even online..... or was she blocking me? Or for some reason, applied my "Messenger Camouflage" hacking technique and permanently severed all ties between our IMs..... I don't know.... maybe I'm paranoid..... I spent the night playing my favorite video game as I finish my cold Spaghetti from the oven that my mom cooked, to let off some steam. When I noticed it was 12AM, I yawned, went down to the kitchen sink to wash the aftermath of tomato sauce and cheese on my plate and went back up to my room, attempting to sleep.

As if I could sleep during this time. For the record, I think I'm losing the only person that I love- I mean I'm losing my best friend. I can't sleep though this.... seriously.... "I want Ciel back in my life. But how do I do so?" I pondered to myself.....I'm starting to feel really lonely. Suddenly, my phone vibrated, I was surprised since I forgot to turn off my cellphone. I looked at the bright pixelated screen which almost blinded me in the dark, it was a text message from Ciel. I sprang up from bed with my eyes wide open. And it said "Adam.... meet me at the pier tomorrow after school." My heart was full of joy.

I didn't expect what comes next...

Been busy...

Awww man, sorry for not posting again guys, been really busy with all the projects and game projects. My week so far? let's sum it up....

Gaynehen told us to finish our bullshit moral project on Thursday, I worked non stop till 4AM just to make the deadline, next day, the faggot didn't show up, and today..... he did, apparently, ACCIDENTALLY sowed up in my class cuz he was in a blur, he didn't ask for the project AGAIN, and when my friend asked him about it, he went "Nahh, later....". WE. WERE. PISSED. Except for the Chavs(Gangster wannabes in british lingo) of course. So I don't know when the hell does that faggot want it.

Next, my exams.... mid term results SUCK, I got straight B's and C's with only 2 A's. I got 93% for English, yeah, yeah, mock me for getting a godly result for it. I just copied Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII's synopsis for section B. I was pissed when I got 93, since some nerd named Ritchie from the best class got a 95, 2 more marks and I could have make him fall from his glory. Ritchie, if somehow you found my blog, I'll make you pay for the final terms.

And I found out that now, the Playstation Portable 3000 is finally hacked and there's a hack for it, you can google "ChickenHEN PSP 3000" and find it.

Well that's about it basically, and maybe I'll continue my story later tonight, folks. Well Adieu!

Chaper 2

Sorry I haven't been posting, Im quite busy right now, but Im gonna continue the story anyways^^

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CHAPTER II

Days have passed since when me and Ciel met...

We got to know each other a little better, we hung out alot now. We're the best of friends, I can say. Because of my anti-social additude, 4 years of my high school life I've spent alone, isolated from the almost rest of the school. But now, I finally understand how important friends are, Ciel showed me that, and I appreciate her for it.

But....that's not until that one evening.....

31st of March, I had some club activities I had to attend to which was an exhaustingly 3 hours long of non-stop, in-your-face Basketball practice... since we are having a state championship next week, I was the point-guard, which makes me more crucial in our team's defense. I dragged my tired body to the pier, my meeting point with Ciel as usual since she goes home earlier and just sits there waiting for me to come and talk to her. I find it strange why Ciel doesn't involve herself in adrenaline-pumping activities in school....come to think of it, she doesn't join ANY club whatsoever...

As I reached the pier I saw the silhouette of Ciel....but something wasn't right...... 3 taller figures were surrounding her, all male.... I knew something fishy was going on, so I used the remains of my energy to sprint to her aid, carrying my heavy strap-on bag,I tried to run faster, but the basketball practice took a lot out of me, but I reached her and let me tell you, I couldn't stand the looks on their faces full of lust and mischief, so I shouted "Let go! You bastards!". Ciel looked at me, eyes full of tears... I hated when she cried, I don't want her to cry. She ran up to me, but one of the punks pinned her down and the biggest one said to me "What the Hell are you gonna do then?", she was shouting and screaming helplessly, I ignored the punk and ran up to Ciel, but suddenly I felt this strong pressure agaisnt my stomach, evolving to a painful sensation which made me fall to my knees, I stared coughing and gasping for air. "Damnit!" I thought to myself as I think how pathetic I was.

I saw the punks going up to her with mischievous looks on their faces, 2 of them grabbed her limbs and one of them took out a knife, I knew what they were going to do......I don't want Ciel to go through it, "If you do anything to her, I swear to God! I KILL KILL YOU SCUMBAGS!!" I shouted as I couldn't hold my rage. I know what I did was stupid, but it's worth the shot of stalling them so that I could recover from the blow. The punks walked up to me, I know... I was to be a small sacrifice to Ciel. "RUN CIEL!" I shouted to her. But....is it just me, or was she trying to suppress something within her...? She didn't run, but just stood there with a pained expression on her face.

Kick after kick I resisted from the dirty soles of 3 pairs of black leather shoes, I was about to lose consciousness and I thought I was hallucinating, but I think I saw a sky blue aura rising from Ciel's body, her eyes turned from brown to blue and she raised her right hand and I THINK I saw the 3 punks or what should I now call STOOGES to Ciel's might float in the air...... freaking out then the unthinkable happened with a loud "crack" sound, their necks snapped and they just fell to the ground hard....lying dead... My vision blurred as I lose consciousness, the last thing I saw was Ciel's face in shock, then, I just lost all senses and fainted from the painful beating I've received.

I woke up, thinking all of it was a dream, but as I tried to get up from bed, my whole body was aching.... it all happened I think, minus the "Ciel killing" part of course, I just can't believe how could someone who's sweet like her find the heart to kill people... Then I was finally aware of my surroundings... I was in Trulywaath Hospital downtown. I saw bouquets of flowers with little "Get well soon" tags attached to them, most of them are from Ciel's friends and 2 of them were from my friends; Luke and Jay. I chuckled a bit since they actually visited their "Cold-Hearted" friend. Then....beside me was Ciel, fast asleep. Probably waited the whole night for me.... I felt a little guilty for that.

Then I heard talking in the hallways, then a group of people came rushing in through the doors, it was my family and my 2 loyal friends. "Dude, you okay?" Jay the calm and collective friend of mine said, I nodded, even though I felt excruciating pain in every inch of my body. Luke, the always concern one but who's also a bad joker asked "Adam, you got us all worried, what did you do, piss of some guy for his girlfriend?" I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Then Amy, my big sister who can never be parted from her iPhone said "Hey Adam~ I know your butt got kicked real bad.... but get well soon, 'kay?" and as usual she proceeds to listen to her music, God, she's addicted... Then my loving mom said "Honey, what did you do....? Was it all for that girl.....Ciel was it?" I ignored the fact that it's true and just looked at Ciel, who was waking up, My supportive dad just said "Alright son, looks like you're gonna score her! Way to go!" My mom elbowed him and he let a loud "Ouch" the rest were chuckling and feeling slightly annoyed I said "NOT funny dad.....". Ciel woke up and everyone looked at her, she was confused and said "errr.....hi, everyone?". Then all of them started asking about whether Ciel was my girlfriend or not, of course we weren't a couple, so she just smiled and said "No...Im just his friend".

Then my parents remembered that visiting hours were over and left, dragging my curious friends and my sister out of the room "OK, OK, visiting hours are over". Finally, I have some privacy with Ciel. And I went to the point and asked "Ciel......what did you do to them just now? Did you snap their necks with your will?" She frowned and shed a tear. She left the room in a hurry, I couldn't stop her, since even softly talking to her just now made my whole body ache. So I just lay back down on the bed and slapped my face. "Way to go....'Champ' " I thought to myself.

I knew from then on...... something unworldly is happening right before my eyes....

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Ok, I'll leave it at this for now^^ Im gonna take a good night's rest~

About the story Im writing in my blog...

No, Im not drunk or anything, the story was just a random idea I came up with when I was bored....to fill up my blog and for you guys to read. And NO, Im NOT bragging about my writing skills, seriously, you can't compare my random crap with authors like J.K. Rowling( Harry Potter), Stephenie Meyer(Twilight), James Patterson(Maximum Ride) and so on....

And I forgot to mention this....about the character names Adam and Ciel.... I didn't pick those names at random. Actually Ciel's name was supposed to be Eva too, but someone hated it....and I don't want people to hate my work, so I changed it to Ciel.

Oh, and Adam means "earth" in Hebrew while Ciel means "sky" or "from the heavens" in French.... JUST for your information.

And the story is basically a love story... I won't reveal much, but as soon as a good, solid idea comes into my head at random, I'll write more. You guys are free to give me suggestions too^^ So please do support my story. And, there's still no title for it too, so whoever can suggest a cool title for it will be given full credit!^^

Ciel's Diary

Ok..... now for something totally different....

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Dear Diary....

Today was Valentine's Day... but alas, HE left me right? It's all because of "it".... I hate it so much...why must I have it!? All my friends are avoiding me because they think Im a freakshow because of it. This world is just so cruel sometimes....

So I was dateless.... but... finally, after 3 years.... I finally met someone that I can talk to today! He was definately the sweetest guy I've ever met... This guy was sitting on a unused wooden box eating chocolate all by himself. So I walked up to him in effort of making a new friend... and we just started talking to each other. Ate some chocolate together with him, and boy those chocolate taste good, must be expensive! Then suddenly we just looked at each other.... I dunno what came over me, but yeah.

Then something happened again... we accidentally touched hands, I dunno what's he thinking..... but I don't want this to go too far ahead yet... we're JUST FRIENDS. So we finished the chocolate and watched the ever so beautiful sunset together, YES.... he loves the sunset just like I do. I used to watch it together with HIM.... until THAT day of course. He walked me back home, while carrying all of my stuff too! He's just so sweet.... and because of that, I just can't hold back... I kissed him on the cheek as a sign of graditude.... JUST a sign of thanks, ok? It must be my soft spot for sweet guys at work again... ugh.

OH! and his name is Adam... He also goes to Ozy High, AND he's also in 4-J.... how come I never noticed him? maybe he's a loner.....

Well, apparentlly.... Adam appears to know of me crying my sorry self off everyday at the pier, he even asked me about it! But I just told him a lie....for both of our sakes. I don't want him going all personal on me... not NOW at least. And I hope he didn't see me shed a tear at that time.... God... please, I seriously don't want him to have anything to do with my life!

I REALLY hope he doesn't findout about the truth....MY truth.... but I want to be friends with him, somehow, Im just mutually interested in him...

Am I falling for him....? No....of course not! Get a hold of yourself, Ciel!

Well, this is it for now....

Ciel
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I thought that doing the story like this will add a little more of that "enigmatic" aura to it you know.....so yeah, well, I'll leave it at this for now.

Chapter 1

Maybe I'll continue up on my mini series.....
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CHAPTER I

That fateful day, 14th of February... Valentine's Day. After a long day of school, I was exhausted, dragging my tired body to the same sidewalks along the pier to watch the sunset as usual. Carrying my strap-on bag on my left shoulder and holding an expensive looking box of chocolate some mysterious person left in my locker at school.

I finally reached the always farmiliar row of boxes. As usual, I sat on them, threw my bag to one side and laid the box of chocolate on the durable wooden box. I relaxed my mind, losing my thoughts to the ever so beautiful twilight's horizon, along with it the graceless unison of the seagulls' chirp. I opened the box of chocolate since my stomach was growling, because I didn't bother to wait for the long line at my school's canteen to buy food, so I skipped my lunch. In the box, I saw loads of chocolates ranging from the ordinary bars to complex shaped ones, some darker, some lighter in color. Regardless, they all looked good to me because of the uncontrollable hunger I have at the time.

I popped in a round-shaped bite-sized chocolate into my mouth, quickly biting into it. The aroma was just heavenly, the chocolate was sweet and in fact, it's the best chocolate I've eaten in my whole life. A few minutes later, she came by. Usually she'll be the one to sit at the pier's edge first, crying. But she noticed me as I noticed her, I quickly ducked my head down and continue eating the godly chocolate hoping that she doesn't approach me... until she tapped my shoulder.

"Oh crap!" I thought... I just looked up and finally saw the girl's face. And I gotta say, she's a beautiful girl... long and well kept brunette hair, brown shimmering eyes and fair skinned. She adjusted her bag and threw the most stunning smile I've ever seen, I could hardly resist from blushing. "Hey....mind if I sit with you?" She asked with her sweet voice. I was speechless and just nodded my head. She giggled and put her things on one of the boxes as well and seated herself closely to me....really close.

My heart was beating fast, maybe it's because Im anti-social, or not used to be around girls. She looked at me and said "Hey, c'mon...look sharp." I regained my myself and threw a fake smile at her, then I did what I think was right, I offered her some of my chocolate, since I thought that chocolate is a girl's best friend. "W-want some?" I said, trying not to show how nervous I am. "Oh! why thanks, Im SO hungry...skipped lunch cuz of the canteen line" she smirked and took a chocolate from the heart-shaped box in my hand, "Im suprised we have the same thought on that long line at school" I said. She laughed and nodded her head and asked me "So, you like looking at the sunset?". "Yeah.... it's...... captivating...." I said with a soft tone. She giggled. We ate the chocolate together, and as soon as that, we started a conversation. "I see you sitting on the pier's edge." I asked as I try to know abou the the truth behind this.....beautiful girl's tears.

She suddenly frowned and said "Haha, yeah, I love sunsets...". I can see her holding back her tears but failed, one tear drop was shed from her eyes, she quickly wiped it off her face and made it look like she had a itch on her face. Then we looked eye-to-eye, I saw a smudge of chocolate on her face and wiped it for her. We looked away....I was blushing and was thinking on why the hell did I just do, she was blushing too. I reached for the chocolate box, and accidentally touched her hand, then quickly moved it. I saw that we finished the chocolate.

We looked at each other and laugh at how fast we finished the chocolate. "Hey...I'll walk you home" I said with my least confidence. She smiled and said "Okay". She took her bag and books which looked heavy. "Mind if I carry those?" I asked so that I can help the sweet girl which name I didn't know yet. She hesitated, but I just took her bag and books and carried them with ease. I threw a smile at her and she said "thanks....how sweet of you."

"So judging from the uniform, you're studying at Ozymandias High School too...right? which class?" I asked as we were about to reach her house, "Yeah I do, Im in 4-J" She said. I was shocked that I never noticed her since she was in the same class as I do. Again I blame this on my Anti-social habits. "Wow, me too! I never noticed you though...." I said. Then she told me that she was sitting in right-most corner the front row, I was sitting in left-most corner of the back row. "Well, we know now huh?" She said then giggled. "yeah" I replied.

We finally reached her house, she pushed the rusty fence to open us a way, I followed her into the house's yard, the house was dark...no one's at home. She then unlocked the front door, shrugged and said "Well, this is my stop." I smiled and gave her belongings back. " By the way, what's your name?" I asked. "huh? Oh yea! we forgot to introduce ourselves....my name's Ciel." "It's a pretty name" I said, "Im Adam, nice to meet you" We shook hands and exchanged moblie numbers and IMs.

She suddenly kissed cheek smiled and said "see ya!" then she closed the door. I was dumbfound for a moment there, but shook my head and walked back, closing her house's rusty and screechy fence and walked back home briskly. Could....could there be a possibilty that Im falling for Ciel....?

This....is just how it began....

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Well, Im fresh out, so I'll leave it at this for now...see ya, guys!

Prologue....

So guys, since I have nothing to write about, why don't I make a mini-series? Like in episodes? Hmm...how do I start this......
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How long has it been since I have started sitting there.... on the pier's row of unused boxes as I gaze myself to the ever so infinite twilight sky.... and that girl, sitting there everyday. Eyes full of tears, hugging her knees with her head down, crying, sobbing, and gasping for air, sitting on the pier's decaying edge. The sight of her makes my heart weep, I try to talk to her, but each time I try to approach her, I just froze there, like my body was tied up in place. I would usually walk back home from school and pass through this pier just to see the view of the blazing evening sky... and that girl.

2 years.... 2 long years I've been doing this, I seem to find this mutual attraction towards her, I want to know more about her, help her through her life, be friends with her. All I do is stare at her. Look at me, my pathetic self which can't even talk to another human being. Was I having a crush on her? of course not! That's bullshit, I haven't even met her. Not until that fateful day, where my crazy roller coaster ride began, with that girl by my side.

This is my story

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Okie dokie, thsi is where Im gonna leave it at...until I think of more stuff anyways..... till next time. XP

P.S. Please, do comment on my writing, since I wanna improve....

A cool story I found^^

Hi guys, it's 2:27 AM and almost everyone in my MSN is sound asleep. Well, I was watching youtube until I remember that one of my friends likes that show called Hell Girl, and another friend, says that the Website to Hell existed, but nope, lol, nothing real came up, but Flash Animators did some cool fakies. but one link caught my eye, it wasn't about the website at all, it was an essay written in a 1st person view. I liked the story, so Im gonna share this with you all^^

by C.A. Masterson
I sit at an outdoor bistro table at Claudia’s Café and sip my coffee. As I open my morning paper to the classifieds, the ad jumps out at me:
Tired of your mundane existence? Ready for fame, fortune?
Play now, pay later. Call 666-0666 today.
I am desperate. Having just been canned from my waiter’s job last night, and from the dishwashing job the week before, and from the dog walking gig I’d only just started – okay, I’d been really desperate when I did that one – I think, Why the hell not? as I pull out my cell phone and dial.
A woman’s perky voice says: Hello. Press 1 for fame, 2 for fortune, 3 if you want it all.
No contest. Number 3.
“Hello,” says a woman’s honey-silky voice. “How may I help you?”
I’m sure I can think of many ways. “Hi. I just read your ad, and was kind of curious.”
“That’s understandable. You’ve indicated your interest in both fame and fortune. May I inquire in what area?”
“I’m a writer – short stories, novels, articles, whatever I can get. Only I’m having a lot of trouble getting published.” Why am I telling her this?
“I see. So you’d like to become a bestselling novelist? Is that a fair assumption?”
“That’s dead on.”
She gives one of those truncated giggles that ends in a hnnn, as if we’re sharing some private joke. “Interesting choice of words. But then, you’re a writer.”
“So tell me, what’s the deal?”
“I can set up an appointment for you right away.”
“Okay, but for what?”
I’ve hardly spoken the words when, with a whoosh, my table is enclosed in a darkened room, lit by candles and a snapping, hissing fireplace. An incredibly gorgeous woman in a long black satiny dress glides from the shadows and sits opposite me. Sparkling dark eyes and full crimson lips, set in a sultry smile, offset her pale face.
A spiky-haired waiter materializes by the table, a stench like roadkill wafts in after.
“Can I get you anything, ma’am?”
“Cognac, please.” She smiles at him, apparently unaffected by the foul smell, a reek so strong I cover my mouth with my napkin. He does a 360, hands her a snifter.
“Sir?” The waiter turns toward me, and I see that what I initially thought to be acne was actually flesh rotting away in layers. I shake my head slowly, stomach churning.
The woman lifts a laptop to the table, her red-nailed fingers picking expertly at the keys. “So, Jeremy Giles, age 22. You’re seeking fame and fortune as a writer?”
Had I given the receptionist my name? “Uh, yeah. I’ve been writing since I was twelve, but I’m having trouble getting published.”
“A common complaint.”
“I just got my 666th rejection in the mail yesterday.”
The woman smiles, a knowing look in her eyes.
My mouth falls open, my brain having just connected the 666 phone number to the number of rejections to The Exorcist.
“You’re…”
“Satan. Immortalized in story and song. I prefer the Rolling Stones’ tune myself, but Mick is a special client anyway.”
“You mean…”
She frowns at me. “Come now, Mr. Giles. For a writer, you seem not to have a keen grasp of language.”
I sit up straighter, focus on the candle so I can clear my brain of other thoughts, nasty thoughts I can’t stop thinking while I look at her. “I’m much better on paper. I have no trouble with the flow of words there. Anyway, this whole situation is a little much to take in all at once. And even if I had been expecting to see,” I gulp, “Satan, I certainly wasn’t expecting an incredibly beautiful woman.”
She wrinkles her nose. “I thought it might be interesting to mix things up a little.” She sips her cognac, folds her hands underneath her chin. “Now that you understand, are you interested? It’s the standard deal.”
“Fame and fortune in exchange for my soul?”
“What else?”
I shrug. “I guess I should have figured my writing was going to hell after that last rejection.”
We share a brief laugh, and Satan stands. I scramble to my feet. She soundlessly walks to the shadows, returns holding an old feather in her outstretched palm.
“This,” she says, “is the answer to your dilemma.”
“A feather? What is it, magic? Like a wand?”
Her laugh echoes as if from within an immense chamber. “You’ve been reading too much Harry Potter. This is the same quill used by Plato, by Shakespeare, and more recently, by Hemingway.”
“Hemingway?”
“And King, Higgins Clarke, Steele,” she says. “If you accept this quill, you are in effect signing over your soul to me. Of course, you’ll still need to complete the paperwork.”
“What’s so special about this quill?”
The corners of her mouth curl in a smile. “With this pen, you can write your own story.”
“You mean, whatever I write will happen?” My fingers itch to touch the quill, to hold it between forefinger and thumb, to begin writing. I’ve had so many stories swirling in my head, and more begin sprouting with the notion that I could write any fiction and it would become fact, fairy tales would become fodder for CNN. She must see the gleam of greed in my eye. She sidles toward me, holds the quill before her cavernous cleavage.
“Just think of the power contained in this tiny writing instrument,” she whispers.
“It’s been said that the pen’s mightier than the sword.”
“It’s yours for the taking.” I try to ignore the fact that her voice is now a raspy hiss, that she seems to slither around me. I find the quill’s allure overwhelming as she holds it nearer. My fingers are about to close around it when she snatches it away.
“With one proviso.”
“What is it?” I have to have that pen, I’ll agree to anything now.
“You must agree not to write any story aiming to end this contract. You must surrender your soul to me for all eternity.”
That had been my first thought. Apparently not an original one.
“All right, all right! Just give me that quill!”
Tongues of flame leap higher in the fireplace in a hissing, popping cheer.
Her eyelids undulate, as if willing me to do her bidding. “Open your hand.”
I do as she commands, like a child. Her warm hand closes around mine as she lays the quill in my palm, then slides her hand up my arm and around my neck.
“We’ll seal our deal with a kiss.” The pupils of her eyes glow like embers as her lips meet mine, her tongue hot and moist, and I swear it feels divided, as forked as a serpent’s. My head spins, and dizzy, I squeeze my eyes shut. When I reopen them, I am in my apartment, sitting at my writing table. I touch the quill to my writing pad, and words flow through the pen effortlessly, culled from the deep reaches of my brain, and beyond, even, from that vast well of writerly thoughts and ideas that seems to connect all writers somewhere in the great beyond.
The quill feels so well balanced in my hand, it could have been made by a sorcerer who crafted it to do most of the work of writing itself. It has no need of an inkwell, it drew from some invisible, infinite source. The extremely fine nib draws my words exquisitely, so that each phrase is itself perfectly balanced within the sentence, and the sentence – executed in near-calligraphic script – is eloquent as it skips across the page like a Bach sonata.
I’ve been up all night, writing without any break. My hand is cramped, my back aches from hunching over the table. Two very assertive knocks sound at my door. I gasp in alarm. I’m two weeks late with the rent again; it must be the landlord with an eviction notice. I hold still, my senses heightened, like a rabbit ready to bolt out of reach of the hound dog.
“Hello? Open up. It’s Darlene, your agent.”
My what?
“I was sent here by Ms. S. Let’s go, I’m on a tight schedule.”
I creep to the door, peer out the peephole.
The woman outside has her long hair pulled back tight against her head. Behind narrow black-rimmed glasses, her eyes flash red.
Whoa. The agent from Hell. Literally.
“Tick tock,” she says to the peephole.
I open the door, she briskly steps into my cramped apartment, but my life feels wide open to anything she can do for me.
“First off, we have some unfinished paperwork to take care of.” She sits on my sofa, pulls multiple copies of a contract from her black leather briefcase.
“Sign here, and here. With the quill.”
I realize it hasn’t left my hand since Satan put it there.
Her tight smile indicates waning patience. “Right here.”
My eyes skim the terms, all looks to be in order. My eternal soul seems a small price for eternal literary reverance.
I hesitate. “I’d like to add two clauses.”
Her nostrils flare, and I swear I see tendrils of smoke. Undaunted, I continue. “All writing will be my own original work – nothing gets written that isn’t my own story, from my own imagination.”
She draws one eyebrow up. “And?”
“No bad reviews. Ever.”
Her lips purse, she holds a finger to the earpiece connected to her cell phone, then nods. “Done.”
I look at the contracts. There it is: All work produced using the quill shall be original content of the author, no other. It is heretofore agreed that any critiques or reviews, written or oral, shall be one hundred percent [100 %] praise, with comparisons to literary greats, i.e., Faulkner, Shakespeare, etc., as appropriate.
“Great. Thank you.” The tip of the quill touches the line, and my signature appears on all three copies.
Darlene consults her watch. “Have to run. I‘m negotiating you a book deal today.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. That’s really great service.”
She stands, bending to gather her things. “Of course. Satan uses only the best. I’m an attorney, I was at the top of my game when…”
A patch of red stains her back between her shoulder blades.
“Uh…” I mumble, and she glances behind her as I point dumbly.
“Sorry. It happens sometimes when I relive the fateful moment.” With a snap of her fingers, the stain ebbs quickly to nothing.
“I’ll give you a call later.” She swishes out the door.
“Bye.” I listen, but hear no footsteps on the stairs. She’s gone.
I’m exhausted. Falling back on the sofa, I’m overcome by a dreamless sleep until I’m awakened hours later by my cell phone.
It’s Darlene. “You have an appointment Monday at the Red Room at 11:30 – be a few minutes early, they don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Will you be there?”
“Absolutely. You’re clueless with regard to legal matters.”
***
Over an Oriental chicken salad, French onion soup and bratwurst, we negotiate a six-figure three-book deal. Darlene was right, the fine art of legalities elude me, so I let her do all the talking, I just nod when prompted.
My first book is a runaway best seller, and stays at the top of the NY Times list until my second novel knocks it to the number two slot. But the celebrity aspect begins to wear thin – always getting stopped for autographs, having to move to a more secure building, the endless invitations to do speeches, signings, readings. I’m tired of the constant reminders that I am to be soulless immediately upon death. I don’t like being owned by anyone – not my publisher, not Satan.
Then an idea hits me as I ride in the back seat of the limo to yet another literacy event. I take the quill from my shirt pocket – I always keep it close to me – and begin writing.
Satan immediately appears next to me. She looks even more gorgeous in red silk – it suits her.
She tsk’s, tries to frown through her smile, as if I were a naughty schoolboy. “You’re violating your contract, Jeremy. We can’t have that.” Her long red fingernails tickle my ear.
“I believe you’re mistaken. My contract says I can’t write a story intended to break said contract.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, that’s not what this is.”
“Don’t toy with me.”
“Much as I’d love to,” I say, ogling her luscious melons perched above her slim waist, curvaceous hips, slender legs, “I’m not.” I smile. “You should have been more careful with your word choices.”
Her red cell phone glows. “Get up here immediately.”
Attorney minions of all sizes crowd the seat across from us, each with earpiece cell phones, copies of my contract in hand, arguing the validity of my claim.
Satan snaps her fingers once, points to the largest attorney in the center, apparently one of greater importance. “Speak.”
His speech stutters in his haste. “It’s an unforeseeable loophole. Technically, he’s right.”
Flames leap in her eyes. “LOOPHOLE!” She curses in what sounds like Latin, French, Italian, possibly Swahili. I admire her easy command of so many languages.
The lawyers babble apologetically, each straining to explain the mistake. With another snap of her fingers, each morphs into a snake or a rat, and begin devouring one another. She leans forward, drooling a little from her smirking mouth.
“This is boring.” She snaps again, and there is no trace of them.
She turns to me. “Well. I haven’t faced an embarrassing dilemma such as this for eons. I congratulate you.”
I shrug. “Writers are very resourceful and imaginative. I’m surprised you didn’t see this coming.”
“I’ve made deals with some of the best. This has never come up.”
“I have a proposal.”
Her eyes narrow, but she looks amused. “I don’t doubt it.”
“My soul for yours.”
“Mine?” She laughs. “There’s a thought. Satan’s soul.”
“You have one. I’ve seen evidence. God’s work would mean nothing without yours to balance it.”
“True.”
“And anyway, if you don’t agree to invalidate my contract, I will literally become you – I’ll be Satan. After my demise, that is. So you see it isn’t so much a contract violation as it is a maneuver to give me leverage. Either give me back my soul, or give me all your eternal powers of darkness - your call.”
“Yes. Very clever. I’ll definitely keep that in mind for the next contract.”
“You’ll need new lawyers.”
Her laugh is mirthful. “Are you kidding? We get thousands every week, they’re a dime a dozen.”
“Oooh, so cliché.”
“You’re right, I’m much more inspired than that. It was quite beneath me.”
In my best Groucho voice, I wiggle my eyebrows and say, “I’d love to be beneath you.”
Her smile is coy. “Well, all right. Just this once.” She taps on the glass dividing the rear compartment from the driver. It slides halfway down, and she tells the driver, who’s grown fangs, pointed ears, yellow eyes and fur: “Through Central Park. Slowly.”
The full moon flashes through the treetops like a strobe as she slides one leg across my lap, her silk dress falling open as she straddles me, her eyes light up like bonfires as my shirt and pants slide away. Her tongue is hot on mine, her nipples hard and sharp as arrowheads, burning as if they were warmed by the fires of Hell.
The limo’s suspension gives only slightly against her waves of hip thrusts delivered with the precision of an Olympian athlete, choreographed to perfection in her fluid movements, slow at first, building to dramatic twists, turns, thrusts, the unimaginable awe of the crescendo that leaves the windows steamed and my poor weenie roasted, a hot tamale soaked in tabasco, me drenched in sweat, while she, apparently used to the heat, merely slithers back beside me afterward.
“Not bad.”
“You were awesome,” I manage.
“I’m the original – who do you think gave Cleopatra, Mata Hari their talents?”
I laugh. “True enough.”
She cocks her head, her fingers light on my chest. “I could use someone like you to keep me on my toes. Or off them. Sure you won’t reconsider?”
“Sorry.”
“Well. It’s been a real pleasure doing business with you. I don’t get to say that very often.”
“Thank you. The pleasure was all mine.”
“Not entirely.” She kisses my cheek. “Who knows – your soul might be mine yet. Until then,” she holds the contract toward me. As I reach for it, the paper dissolves in flame, falling to the floor. I stamp it out with my shoe, her disembodied laughter echoing in my head.
The car glides to a stop before I can finish zipping and buttoning. My driver, Quinn, knocks on the window.
“Just a minute!”
“Your speech begins in fifteen minutes.”
“Thank you.” There’s nothing to be done about my crumpled clothes, my sweat-drenched hair. Ah hell, I’m a writer, let them think I’m eccentric.
I wonder briefly if I should include a small warning in my speech, something to the effect of following your heart but keeping your soul. I decide against it. Let them find out for themselves. Make their own choices.
I pat my pocket, but it’s empty. I frantically search the seat, the floor, to no avail. The quill is gone. A small price, but I would have cherished it, had she let me keep it.
***
I got bad reviews after that, but my books continued to sell. After all, it had all been my own work from the beginning, I just needed a hotwire to the right connection. I am satisfied; I’ve fulfilled my dream.
Out of curiosity, I pick up a New York Post some time later. The ad is still running. Just next to it is this ad:
Jeremy – You’ll find a token of appreciation in your pocket.
Hope to see you again – S.
My hand instinctively reaches inside my jacket. The quill is there, cold to the touch, its black magic gone.
My fingers still burn to write, but now I reach for the laptop instead.


So there you have it, I liked it, and please don't mind the 18+ stuff ^.^; Well, this is just a quick update, Adios Munchachos!