Heaven is FURTHER than you think.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Down, down, down, down.

:(:(:(:(:(:(

-tales&stories;

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Sunday... my last chance at something that could be so special.

-tales&stories;

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Brief summary of what happened today:
School
Went for the sajak competition at innova
started idiotically late(janji melayu kan)
great competitors
my favourite was the millenia guy about the sun and moon cos he's funny and erm cute
fadhilah was the epitome of grace
natasha and rika were as lifeless as salji hitam( black snow)
innova people were friendly and hospitable and DAMN FUNNY esp bawang putih bawang merah ppl(HHAHAHAHA)
we sang birthday song to whatshisname the bahas guy
i had BROWNIES
the Haji Suratman(or postman) was so cute like my datuk!! AWWWW!!
When atiqah was saying shed get him first, i shouted "Hes MINE!!" causing ppl to look at me and think the other way.
missed my mummies' call again. but this time did not cry =)
===i miss your reassuring voice, nagging or yelling, it still soothes my soul nonetheless ====<3

here's my newly-inspired story from my dream i had last night(it was mainly romance-themed)
btw it's not really like my other stories, it's confusing if you read.

Whenever I see him, my heart skips a beat.
Thud, thud... ....
Take me away. Not just my breath nor my soul, nor my body but every part.
Don't you dare leave a part of me behind.

"I'll never let you go."

Remember your words?
So carelessly spoken, what was left unspoken drifted off into the wind.
And now I've found him.
One is not like the other.
You, my fingers desperately trying to cling onto sand.
Him, my hands landing upon solid ground that will never break.
Maybe you're like the pocket in my skirt.
One day it will tear...eventually, and all my secrets will pour out. My feelings.
And maybe he's like the ground that stops them from falling.

You left me.
I have the liberty to speak now.
With you, I am restrained. When you left, I realised.
Your love was like a cut that kept getting deeper and deeper, one that will never heal.
His is like,
like,
a pocket full of sunshine.

Oh God. Take me away...

====when i see him for the first time, all i could say was 'enthralled'====

-tales&stories;

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

GP test

PREJUDICE from a teacher who loves to assume our character as how we appear to HIM

judy's phone

my mummy

stupid phone

yanti and my psps

sweet lynnette

lovable camilia

syafiq the forgiver

innocent phyllis

calculative amirah

loneliness

tears and whirlwind of emotions

homework

waking up at 730 on WED

Xzostshun

emotionally and physically

pengpeng sucks at word game with "NO" and "BILATER-AL"

refreshing after-school activity

wida the compromising and lifesaver

fad the stressed and determined

sarah the angelic musical extraordinaire

shafie the epitome of what her mum is like

natasha the crying baby

rika the emo ass

home sweet 2nd home

loneliness and the prolonged silence

for havent heard my mother's voice in days...

-tales&stories;

Saturday, July 19, 2008

After watching this incredible movie, I've decided it needs promoting. I've watched half of it two weeks ago and only now managed to watch this 2 hr show fully at my father's place.
This show is not your typical Rob Zombie show( if that is his name). It's not filled with horror and annoying sudden loud music. Heck, even the music is so good I placed it on my blog!

So what's so different about this? God, there IS no similarity to other movies and the plot is so well-crafted and totally realistic. Seriously, it makes you tether at the edge of your seat sometimes but the best thing thats awes you is how realistic is and makes you wonder if there is such an outbreak of virus, THIS may be the reality.

So the story starts with the scene of a group of survivors hiding in a cottage having dinner. The story focuses mainly on a couple, Alice and Don. An uninfected boy arrives, bringing along some unwanted company chasing after him and discovering their hideout. In the midst of escaping, Alice and the boy gets separated and she tries to find him even though THEY were already at the door.

Don leaves the house with her screaming for him to come to his aid, running away without her.

At this point you may be wondering how is this random couple related to the story.
This is where it begins.

28 weeks later two children return to the safe (and extremely-well guarded by the US military, may I add) part of London, safe and sound after their school trip, obviously heard of the traumatic news that their mother is gone. They undergo a checkup with this doctor, a main character, who comments about the son's unique eyes, Andy's, one green and the other brown, inherited from his mother.

Take a guess what that scene is all about.

The city is across the London river and free of infection. The children learn that their father runs the place and they live in a penthouse.(top floor of a building)
"I saw her die. She was gone." He relates to them his story.

That night Andy has a bad dream. "I'm afraid I won't remember what Mom looks like anymore," he whispers to Tammy at night.

Next day they are off. Oh no, they're not running away. They'd gone back to their old house to get some of their stuff. More importantly, a picture of mum.

BEST part is, they get back what they thought was lost to them.

Their Mum, alive and breathing, still human.

"You said you saw MUM DIE!" Tammy was screaming inside the room which they were made to wait in much later back at the city. Her dad of course, was trying to cover up his lie.

He was at a loss when he saw her lying on the bed, alone and quiet.
"Forgive me Alice. I was scared," he wept.
What a bastard. Of course he got a taste of his medicine. Literally, when he kissed her. He got infected.
Unfortunately the doctor had just about come to discovering that she was a carrier of the virus despite her not showing any symptoms and seemingly immune.
"Her blood could contain a vaccine, even a cure!" she protested against the head of the military.
"You can run tests on her dead corpse, Major." he replied.

The virus has spread. Again.

Step One: Shoot target.

If it is spreading,

Step Two: Containment unit.

If it gets out of control...
Step 3: Execute Code Red. Kill and exterminate all.

Watch it to see the ending! It is a show worth your time, TRUST ME!

They play the soldiers, Andy, Don(their father in the story) and Tammy.
(from left to right)

-tales&stories;

Monday, July 14, 2008

Disappointment seeps in.

I weep of shame and self-disgust.

Previous thought that once consumed my mind were know gone, full and satisfied.

T'is a heavy one, I were permitted to say.

Its weight lingering on my every breath, my eyes and heart. My mouth.

And now what is left of me is ashes and dust, specks fluttering in the wind.

And the pain that may never leave at all.

Hey it's a good Monday... okaylah. So I'm just a tad exhausted because I only had three hours of sleep yesterday. It's a wonder how I managed to stay myself today. Hm.

By the way VANILLA. What is your blog? Seriously, there is no link. Tag again yeah!

====Will you try to make me feel better.====Stick with me through whatever, or run away...

-tales&stories;

Friday, July 11, 2008

==You make me love you.==
Wow. Today was a tiring day… Emotionally and physically, with the MCS’s wobbly knees. Haha. And Syafiq somehow knew the reason of why I went to school. Maybe half of it.
Anyway I’m too tired to explain. Tomorrow there’s Lit and I gotta stop thinking. But my darling friend Syaz has inspired me to write a short story. Romance. So guys go screw yourselves. Unless you’re gay or –cough- bi. Or you just like this kind of thing…
Here it goes dearies… I’m sure every girl dreams of having to go to a real ball and meeting her other half there ;).
=================Spinning=================
The pale doe-eyed girl looked at her own reflection curiously, one finger subconsciously twirling a lock of her brown hair. Was this how they’d see her? What will they think? Will they think she was just another plain half-grown woman, too wide-eyed, innocent and frail, too boring and naïve?
That was what she’d figured. That even amidst the lovely pale blue satin, her golden brown locks, her hazel eyes, and her entrancing smile, he’d see her that way. He, the prince she met a long time ago.
When she was four, she met him. He had the most handsomest smile she had ever seen. When he spoke, it was more than melody to her ears. Such grace, such charm. And she remembered when she served him his breakfast every morning, how he would reply with a gracious nod and a smile. And he would ask her to sit and talk to him. As if he were nothing but just an ordinary boy. And she would, telling him what minor things happened each day, and uncanny events that happens under the servants’ roof. That was how friendship was created.
That was thirteen years ago. She had long been out of the castle since she was eight. Four years. Would she still remember him the way she did the same about him?
Did he remember his parting words to her? She’d never forget…
Rose feels her heart in her chest beating harder than usual as the huge doors opened before her. Her name being called, her descending the very walkway she used to descend nine years ago. Her hair comes down in wavy locks framing her pale face. Her lips part to calm her breathing. Her hand caresses the bar at the side ever so slightly as she took step by step.
There is a man waiting below with his mask on, his eyes deep dark and sensual. He reaches for her and she accepts her first offer to dance, at the same time looking for him. As they dance, she feels his unusual amount of warmth emanating from his body, calming her. She feels his breath tingle her ear and shudders involuntarily, not unpleasantly.
And she hears it.
I’ve been waiting for you…
In words, the very same amused tone, yet with a huskier voice.
It was him.
And she opens her mouth to say that she had been waiting for him too.

And that’s it. Short and sweet. I know my way of writing is weird. Maybe that’s why my GP marks sucked, other than going off point I guess. Ciao and TAG!

-tales&stories;

Friday, July 4, 2008

I shall start with a normal blog post.

....

HAHAHAHHAHA!!! SINCE WHEN HAVE MY POSTS EVER BEEN NORMAL?!?!
Anyway BTB. Back to business.
I failed Physics, Maths, Economics, GP....basically everything now that I think about it. That's what I supposed since some people pushing me to do better.

I.Am.SO.Gonna.Dance.For.TEACHERS.Day.
I.Dont.Care.

Anyway what else did I want to say? Oh nothing much really. So ciao! 403 has been pushing me for another story, so I shall have to make one. TT

===The secret embedded deep within the soul of its container is bursting to get out. Out, Out!==

-tales&stories;