Updates on Fashion Blog and Life

Like the title said, I'm going to update on my other blog, The Fashion Designer Wannabe. It would be great if you guys follow it. Oh, that reminds me. Thank you, sweet_me and Lonelyness for commenting on my design! Because of you, I got a better picture of what design I should put next. In fact, I'm going to post about a project that I'm working on after I come back from Indonesia.

Ah, yes. Indonesia. I'm going to Indonesia with my family from 22nd November (which is tomorrow) until 8th December. This is bad because I won't be going to Hobbycon since it's on 8th (or is it 9th?) December. After the Indonesia, I also have some important activity other than the convention so I'm sincerely sorry if you don't see me there. To make up for it, I'll post a picture of me in my Alice cosplay. I will make the picture look really nice so please don't be mad at me. =(

Did I mention that I was working on a project? Oh, I did. Yes, I'm working on a skirt actually with my sis as the model. Although I think that the now-unfinished skirt is not turning out to be what I expected but I'm still curious at what it could become. So, I just kept on sewing it. But, how can you sew when you don't have the equipments designed for it? Actually, both my mum and I with my aunt bought a sewing machine for me!!! I already started using it for the skirt a few days ago. At the beginning when I was such a noob, I got pissed when I couldn't get it to work until my dear mum helped me. I was so embarrased until I was determined to finish the skirt before going to Indonesia. But given to the lack of experience and short time, I have to postpone it until after coming back from Indonesia.

^u^ Here's what the sewing machine looks like.

Thank you Mummy for the early Christmas present! ^3^

To those who follows me on Instagram or my blog, you may already know that I cut my bangs and pierced my ears. It was a bit random when I did it so I can't really say much about it except that maybe I look more mature? I'll just show you how the earring look like because I'm too lazy to describe it or maybe I'm just too sleepy. It's almost 2 am when I'm writing this. I know that I shouldn't do this but I want to update my blog before I go to Indonesia.

I need to go now guys! So comment!

Story: Chapter 2 (part 3)

A/N: I enjoy writing this part. Please enjoy! That would totally make me happy!

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~Camille POV~

            “Grandpa? Is that really you?” I said when the elderly man suddenly hugged me. “Yes”, the man said softly, trying to hold in a sob. He loosened his hug and he looked at my face. “After these last few years…I couldn’t…” Grandpa said as he wiped his tears forming in his eyes.

“Years? I’ve just arrived”, I said, correcting my grandfather. Grandpa immediately stopped touching his face and looked at me with a confused look. “What do you mean, child? 3 years have passed since I last saw you and your parents”, he said.

I shook my head. “No, Grandpa. I’ve only just arrived from the…um…incident in the village”, I glanced at Benjamin, who’s staring at us from a distance, not sure if I can trust him or not. Who knows if he’s in a pact with that evil witch?

“What?” Benjamin said. Grandpa grabbed my shoulders and looked me from top to bottom. “This is not possible! That damned witch! This must be her doing!” he said as he pushed me. I wanted to believe it was an accident but he pushed me until I almost tripped.

“Whoa, gramps! Carrie almost fell!” Benjamin said.

 “It’s Camille”, I said again after so many times. “And I’m fine”.

“Whatever, he still pushed you. He should at least apologize”, he said, ignoring me completely. Didn’t I just say that I’m fine? He told Grandpa to at least apologize but Grandpa just ignored him and rummaged through the contents of the drawers behind the counter. If anyone would ask, I would deny that he’s my grandfather because in front of me, he is a mad man who keeps muttering the word “witch”.

           I was about to stop Grandpa when I noticed something's wrong; my body won't move. It's like I've been stopped by cold, invisble hands. I tried to move my legs but they won't budge. Then, I felt cold hands on my shoulders and immediately I stopped struggling. Who are you? I wanted to ask but my throat went dry.

             Then, I heard this person's voice whispered in my ear. A woman's voice.

            "Give...him...back..."            

            “Gramps, stop it already!” Benjamin's voice snapped out of my frozen stance. By then, Benjamin managed to stop Grandpa from creating chaos with another drawer but Grandpa kept on resisting. I pushed my confusion aside and helped Benjamin calm him down but our efforts are failing. Grandpa kept swinging his arms to loosen Benjamin’s grip on him and I have to avoid his fists when he swings them around. Finally, he punched Benjamin in the jaw making him unconscious.

            “Benjamin!” I shouted when I ran to his side. He was lying on the ground on his right side, still breathing. This is going too far. I grabbed a book with a hard cover on the counter and hit my grandfather in the head. He immediately collapsed to the ground, leaving me with two unconscious people to take care of.

            “This is going well...” I said when I noticed the aftermath of the struggle in the shop.

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What happened with Camille's grandfather? Whose voice that whispered to Camille does it belong to? And who does she meant when she said 'Give him back'?

Wuahahaha!! Cliffhanger!! Comment please! *grins*

Story: Chapter 2 (part 2)

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

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~R.K. POV~

    “Blasted spell book!” I said as I threw the musty book to the stone floor. The pages from the book flew out when it landed on the floor. I paced around the room as I mumbled curses at the 3 spells that failed to deliver their purposes; time travel. Even the spell that turns back the last 43 seconds failed to work. “This doesn’t make any sense. All of the spells contained in this room—a few spells excepted—fails to work”, I said in front of the mirror.

            I have been researching and trying out the spells that is contained in this room but only a few spells worked. One of those is the ‘youth’ spell. Out of curiosity, I tried the spell and it worked splendidly until I looked 20 years younger. This surprised the few people that I have known since I owned the bookstore. As usual, I have to make up a story to cover it up. After trying other spells, I’ve concluded that the reason most of the spells wouldn’t work is that this ‘time’ has no magic.  

            I sighed frustatedly at the thought of not being able to go back. To relieve myself, I muttered, “Visus” and immediately a small orb-like object appeared before me. If one look inside the orb, he or she can show the happenings in a certain place. To the people of this ‘time’, they would describe it similar to a mechanical device called a “camera”.

‘At least this one works’, I thought. I commanded the orb to show me the inside of the bookstore where the counter can be seen.

“What the devil?! That couldn’t be!” I stumbled backwards when I saw who was at the counter with Benjamin. I quickly muttered the spell to teleport me back to the bookstore. When I find myself right where the corner is, I ran to the counter.

“Whoa, Mr Kingstone! Chill!” Benjamin said as I almost fell into him. “E-excuse me…for th—“, I couldn’t finish what I said because I couldn’t help but hug the smaller customer. Although she’s wearing a pair of black jeans and a frilly-sleeved shirt instead of the usual hood or shawl, she really is my beloved granddaughter.

“Grandpa?” Camille said.

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COMMENT!!! XD

Story: Chapter 2 (Part 1)

A/N: Hi guys! I'm so sorry that I haven't post anything about my story for so long. I was doing a lot of editing and rewriting to fit the story because I had so many ideas!! Finally, I stick to this one instead. The first and second part of this chapter is going to be narrated in Camille's grandpa's angle. I was so stressed thinking, "This is so hard, thinking like an old wise man".

Anyway, read on! I hope you guys like it! Comment ok? >3<

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~R.K. (Robert Kingstone) POV~

            “Thank you for purchasing from Kingstone’s Bookstore”, I said with a smile as I handed the purchased item to the female customer. She took the bestselling book titled, “Fifty Shades of Grey” and headed to the door. The bell that is situated on top of the door rang as she pushed it open.

            After that, it was silent. I looked around the store to make sure that no else is around. I checked my watch and took note that a package delivery will come at 9.05 am—which is exactly one hour from now. “Yes, there would be enough time to try that”, I said, thinking out loud.

            I went to the back corner of the store where the book racks were covering the spot and tapped the cracked wall three times before whispering, “Ardor”. Then, I quickly closed my eyes when I felt a sudden strong wind circling around me and lifted me into the air. A few moments later, I felt my shoes touching the ground again and the wind died down. I opened my eyes and found myself in a dimly-lit room with only a few candles as source of light. Bottles and glass tubes are arranged neatly in one side of the room and a large rack of old books can be seen on the other side of the room.

            “As usual, the teleport magic is basic but it never failed to function properly. Unlike others”, I said, basically to no one. One of the habits that I developed over the years is saying what I’m thinking out loud. This might have developed due to the fact that I’m usually alone in the bookstore—also when I’m in this certain room. Before I own the bookstore, I found the secret passage to this room by accident. I decided to gather all my savings and buy the store from the previous owner to make use of the secret passage with free will. This happened right before my deceased friend’s grandchildren first came to the house.

            “Now, let’s start working. This time, for sure, I’m going to get it right.”

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On with the next part! ^^

Updates on my love life and...hair

On the graduation night of my school, I confessed to Cat (the guy that I like). It's not the fact he rejected me that pisses or upsets me, it is the way he rejected me. When I whispered "I like you" in his ear, he said "Oh my god" and turned away. WHAT KIND OF REJECTION IS THAT?!?!?! The funny thing is my friend who has a crush on his younger brother and (indirectly) confessed to him, he also rejected in almost a similar way!! I know that it is sudden but that doesn't mean you couldn't at least gather yourself for a moment and think of a proper reply instead of saying "Oh my god".

After he said that, I quickly told him not to tell anyone about what happened before I left him at the spot. He soon walked to the toilet which is near the stairs where I confessed to him. On the way, he met two of my close friends and said to them, "Are you kidding me?" before walking away. They thought that he thought my confession was a joke. But I know better; he knew from the beginning that it wasn't a joke and he really did reject me. My friends thought it wasn't like that at first but one of them talked with him. She told us that he didn't think it was a prank played by us and he is just shocked to suddenly been confessed by me.

Ugh! I get that you will be shocked when suddenly a person that you rarely know confessed to you but....I just can't help but get frustated about it!! Everytime I see him (the last time I saw him was on Thursday), my chest hurt and I avoided his eye contact. You know what? I should stop writing about him right now and write about what happened today. Because I think it may be important (well, for me only I think).

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Tada!! My new haircut!! >///<

OMG...I'm so embarrassed right now. Look at my bangs and my uneven skin tone O///O (sorry, I have both sides of me debating whether to post this pic and whether I should put a pic of myself on Instagram). I cut my bangs just today, right before piano class. At first, I wanted to cut my hair short because of my unruly hair but I decided to cut only the bangs after I think about it more. Maybe I can style myself in a slightly different angle now....

So um...comment please!! *blush*

Updates!

I just woke up from a long restful sleep after coming back from the new house that we're going to move in next week and now, I'm watching K-pop while writing typing this. According to science, this is called 'multi-tasking' (heheh, I know XD). I'm quite bored after I did so many things today.

After I logged into my blog, I read a comment on one of my recent post (the one before this) and I kinda felt a bit better about the whole situation. Although, sweet_me is not really one of those people who is in the fault because...I guess, you can say she understands the situation and tries not to make it worse. So, she's in my okay list. (^^ Thanks, sweet_me for the appreciation!)

Anyway, today we're supposed to look at bicycles and stuff but because of the people who suppose to come to the new house today at 2 for the furnitures were so effing late. We waited one hour and when my mum called them, they said that they were told to come there at 5!! Since we couldn't stand waiting another minute in the (not so) dusty new house, we went back our current home.

So, officially the bicycle shopping and the real shopping is cancelled. Because of that, I can't go to Suria to buy Lonelyness a birthday gift. I'm sorry Lonelyness!!! T^T

Maybe I'm a hypocrite for saying this but..

this doesn't change the fact that I'm seriously at my tolerance limit.

I'm fed up that people doesn't appreciate my gift and not remembering to return it with at least a bit of kindness. I have enough of people's overly ungratefulness towards me and others who are giving in their best effort. I can't stand that some people are treating others as if they are rubbish. And blah blah blah etc. I have too much of these negative feelings to put in here. But one thing for sure, I have to let it out before I explode like an active volcano.

I guess you can say that my tolerance string is slowly being cut by people's treatment towards me. Mostly, the bad treatment is done by those who are around me especially the ones who are close. I tried to keep my cool but they are seriously not helping. Although I kept saying that I can stand it and that it's alright but it's not. There's a limit to my cool you know.

It's even worse when I know how the person who is being treated by them feels. I've learnt to keep my cool and 'seek first to understand, then to be understood' but sometimes I just wish they knew how to put their feet in others' shoes. It's difficult when I know that they're treating me with not the respect that I deserve but with stupid selfishness of theirs. I could be selfish saying this myself but they're being mean to me without any reason.

One of the people who trigger my bad mood today was a close friend of mine. Previously, I exploded at her for her saying that we (me and my other close friends) did not care for her and that we're backstabbing her. Yes, we may say all those 'bad' things to you but it's for your own good. I know we tease you about you-know-who but that doesn't mean we're making it so obvious. Ah! Here comes the part where you triggered my bad mood since yesterday.

YOU teased me about Cat and you're making it so freakin' OBVIOUS!!! I think Puan knows already. Not only that, some other people may already tease Cat about me liking him. I don't know whether I'm being paranoid or not but I'm pretty damn sure that you used his effing REAL name. I know you only said,"Oh not_so_lucky loves the football team, Man******" to some guys but that doesn't mean it's not obvious.

Gosh! What a load of respect you have for me and my privacy! I know you may think I'm a hypocrite for saying that but seriously, you gotta put it in your head that you and only you were making it obvious that you like you-know-who. Just watch your big mouth. It may not hurt you now but all the bad things and the secrets you may have exposed will come back to hit you in the future.

Another thing that set me off today was probably the so-called people's gratefulness towards the people who have authority. These people were mostly my classmates and Cat's too. They don't give a damn about the efforts and sacrifices that the teachers are making to help them. Here, I maybe a hypocrite for not realising it earlier but at least now I understand and tried to make it up to them.

One example is when our geography teacher typed most of my classmates' projects because theis projects are too effed up! And what did she get for her willingly sacrificed time and efforts? Only 8 of us passed?!? What kind of bullsh*t is that? If they knew and have at least a small amount of respect for her, wouldn't they all make an effort to at least pass the subject?

Even after knowing that, they still wouldn't give her the respect that she so deserves and instead sympathy (or maybe none at all). Even if they have any sympathy they wouldn't even push themselves to repay her, only say "That's so sad". WE DO NOT NEED YOUR SYMPATHY, WE JUST NEED YOUR RESPECT.

*sigh* I think I'm alright now. Kinda. But I just wish they could understand what misery I'm feeling right now. These things that I've just posted are just a small part of my feelings. It's not going to last forever but it sure is ugly. Since I already let it out, I'm going to be in an okay mood later. But that doesn't mean you have to treat me so bad, I just need a little break from wearing myself out with tolerating with selfish people.

Giving up...

I'm giving up on 'nagging' at you (and maybe hanging out) but that doesn't stop me from still being nice to you.

I have tolerate enough of your 'you-suck-I-don't-care' attitude towards me and others.

I have enough of you being so ignorant of others' feelings.

I have enough of myself giving you so much care and you not seeing it.

I have enough of you thinking that we're such bitches.

I have enough, I HAVE ENOUGH!

But that doesn't stop me from thinking that you were a friend who I shared my secrets with.

You were a friend that I've shared my sappy stories with.

You were a friend that doesn't give out an emotional outburst like me.

You were a friend that I trusted.

So, I'm still going to be nice (even if you think that I'm doing this for something bad). You have no choice but to let me be nice to you because I'm still going to be no matter what.

Thinking about you...when I'm supposed not to

Yup, exactly what the quotes said. I woke up today, thinking that I have to post this no matter what. It's such a strange feeling because whenever I hear a love song or reading quotes, it made me think of you. In fact, I think about you a lot. Though I promised myself to concentrate on my studies but my mind just wanders off to you instead. I don't know how I got to fall for a guy like you but I did and it was unexpected. I don't remember the exact date that I fell for you but I realised that my heart has been thumping really hard in my chest whenever you're around.

How did it come to this? I promised myself to focus on gettng 7As this year to make my parents proud but instead, I'm wavering from that path because of you. I keep thinking on how to catch your eye but I got scared and instead pretended I don't care for you. Though I don't want to admit it, I wish I am able to pursue 'us' but stuff like religion and worries get in my way.

I almost got heart-broken after hearing that you already like a girl from your class from a not-so-reliable source. I wish that 'source' could just shut his bloody mouth from spitting anymore lies. I told myself that it have a chance to be true but there's also a chance that it might not be true. So, I pretended I didn't care about the rumour but I do care.

I care if you got hurt. I care if you feel sad. I care if you were left out. I care if you got the same classes with me. I care, I care, I care...that I couldn't look you in the eye; that I avoided you; that I might be harsh on you. In short, I care about you.

I need to be strong if I don't want anything to stand in my way. I need to go for it if I think that I might have a chance. I need to be just...be me if I want you to like me back.

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 4-updated)

A/N(Update): Hi guys! Once again, I updated this part to make it much more interesting (I hope). Thanks for telling me my flaws and commenting, sweet_me! It helped a lot!! Gotta do my Geo project now...Bye for now!

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~Benjamin POV~


“Ben, wake up! We have to go to school!” Lizzy shouted.

“No! I don’t wanna” I replied, sleepily.

“C’mon! WAKE UP!” light suddenly shines on my face as the duvet was pulled from my bed.

“LIZZY!!!” I shouted at my sister, Lizzy.

“What? Give me three reasons why you hate school and I'll let you go!” she shouted back.

“First, you’re probably the most popular girl in school which makes everyone at school look down on me and secondly, it’s not the school that I wanted to go!” I shouted. "Lastly, Mum and Dad is not here!" I said, not thinking properly. I’m just angry at Lizzy, my parents and even the whole world for not preventing that day at the train station from happening.

Lizzy, saw through my words paused, looked at me with her pleading eyes. She's probably trying to tell me not to make things worse. “Ben, I know that things have been hard for you. It has been for me too. So can you please stop and think what would Mum and Dad would do if they saw you behave like this?” she said. I stopped and think for a while and finally said, “Fine”.

“Good. Now go put on some clothes. Breakfast is waiting for you at the table,” Lizzy said, as she tidied up my room, which I secretly think can almost compete with ‘The Hoarders’ show. “Geez, why can’t you just throw these away?” Lizzy said as she held up a few of my comic books that she plucked out from my collection. “Or better yet; sell them! And what about this…”

“Yeah, whatever you say. Go ahead and sell them for all I care,” I mumbled, not listening to her rambling. I slipped on a black shirt with a picture of a skull and red ink on it. The red ink or ‘blood’ is splattered all over the shirt revealing my gothic side. Lizzy never like the shirt because she thinks it’s too black. “Whatever” I said to her when she tried to talk me out of it. I quickly grabbed my messenger bag and ran out of the room.
I ran down the stairs leading to the living room and jogged towards the kitchen. I saw that no one was in the kitchen and an empty plate was sitting there at the table. 'Mr Kingstone must have left in a hurry', I thought when I saw a few crumbs near the plate. I stopped abruptly at the kitchen table, making me almost lost my footing and grabbed a sandwich. I ran out of the door before Lizzy could stop me. Even if she could, I will sneak behind her back anyway.

When I finally got out of the front door, I stopped to stare at my grandparents’ detached house. Although a man, Mr Kingstone who is not blood-related to the family is taking care and living with me and Lizzy in that house, the land is under my family’s surname, Waine. It’s just that Mr Kingstone agreed to take care of us, for the sake of his old friend, my grandfather.

Before I turn my back, I spotted Lizzy staring at me through the living room’s window. Then, she grabbed a rectangular object and brought it close to her ear. Suddenly, I heard a loud ringing coming from my back pocket of my jeans. I took out my cell phone and pressed the green answering button. Immediately, I can hear her calm, soothing voice.

“I told the school that you got a fever” I heard her say.

“Thanks, Lizzy” I said.

“…I need you to stay safe, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“I almost forgot…”

“What?”

“Happy anniversary”

“…You too, Lizzy.”

“Good. I have to go to school now”.

“Bye. See you at home, sis”

“You better”

I hung up after that. I waved good-bye at Lizzy before I walk along the pavement. I munched on the bacon sandwich that I grabbed in a hurry while I walk towards a nearby park. There were a few people around so I sat on a bench near the trees. I swallowed the last of my sandwich before I stare into the open space, thinking.

May 23rd. Today is the third anniversary of the day when my parents left me and Lizzy on a bus to Sioux Falls. I was only twelve and Lizzy fourteen when my dad told us to find our grandparents’ old house. I leaned back on the bench and closed my eyes, my mind travelled back to the time at the train station where I last saw Mum and Dad…

3 years earlier…

“Why do we have to look for Grandpa and Grandma’s house? They’re already dead anyway” I said when Lizzy and I were lining up. Dad ignored the question and said, “Just find a man called Mr Kingstone. He’s living in your grandparents’ old house now. Tell him your names and he will take care of you”.

I looked at both Mum and Dad through confused eyes. Even though they tried to hide it, I can see that there’s anxiety in their eyes ever since they asked us to pack our bags with food and clothes in that same morning. “Why won’t you come with us? Did we do something wrong?” I asked, probing for answers.

“No, my little Ben, you didn’t anything wrong”, Mum said with her British accent as she bent down to touch my face. “Then, why are you leaving us? Also, I don’t like being called ‘little’. I’m already twelve!” I said a bit annoyed. Mum laughed. “I know. You’re growing up very fast, Ben. You deserve to know why we are asking this of you but we cannot tell you at this moment”, she said. “Fine”, I said even though I’m not so satisfied with her answer.

“Will you come and look for us?” Lizzy, always the mature one, asked. “Yes, of course. No matter where you both go, your father and I will always find you”, said Mum before she wraps her arms around both of us. Dad, too, gave us one last hug before we step on the train.

THUMP! “Ouch!”

My memory quickly vanished the moment I heard these sounds. I opened my eyes abruptly and stood up slowly. ‘Did someone fall just now? Where did that person fell from? I wonder if he’s alright’, I thought as I walked towards a tree where the voice came from.

As I glanced behind the tree, I felt a push behind me and I slipped at the roots of the tree. ‘Someone just pushed me!’ I thought angrily. I turned around to see my attacker, about to give her a piece of my mind.

‘Wait—what? It’s a her?’ I thought surprised with what—who I saw. Staring back at me is a girl with long silky black hair and golden eyes. “I’m sorry I pushed you, sir. I assumed that you were an enemy of mine”, she spoke in the same British accent like Mum does. “In return of helping you up from the filthy ground, would you be so kind to tell me where am I, sir?”

I stared at her, didn’t believe what I just heard. “You were the one who pushed me?” I said out loud. I find it hard to believe that this girl who looks to be smaller than me in size but still can push a football player like me easily. “Yes and I apologize again if I caused you any injury”, she said. I don’t want to admit it but I’m starting to feel a bit painful at my back where she pushed me. I stood up, struggling not to trip on any of the roots.

When I looked at her again, an image of Mr Kingstone suddenly appeared in my head, merging with the image of the girl. I realised that they looked quite alike in features although the girl have golden eyes and Mr Kingstone has deep green eyes. Suddenly, I want to know more about this girl and Mr Kingstone and how are they connected. I felt a static feeling flowing through me—the kind that makes you feel like an adventure is coming—for the first time since the day at the train station.

“Who the hell are you?” I finally asked, wanting some answers.

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A/N: Hope you enjoy the story so far! Comment now!! XD

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 3-originally from part 1)

A/N: The 3rd part of the chapter as promised! Thanks for commenting, Lonelyness! I will support your story by commenting too!! ^^

~Camille POV~
I screamed as loud as I can before running. When I started running, the skeleton only tilts its head and tried to open its jaw like he wanted to say something. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the vocal chords like he used to when it’s alive. So, it moved as carefully as it can to make sure the bones still stick together while I ran like the wildest horse, not caring if I broke a rib or two.


At last, I reached the outside world, panting. I closed the door, knowing that the moving skeleton is going to take a long time to reach the entrance. I ran around the bell tower where I last saw Grandpa. As expected, he was there waiting with his back facing the wall. “Camille, I heard your scream! What happened?!” he half-shouted and half-whispered, worried that someone might hear him. I explained quickly and he relaxed a bit. "As long as you're alright", he sighed.

I realised that he was holding the pouch over his shoulder where a potruding bone threatens to tear my grandfather’s skin. When he put away the red pouch, the protruding bone is gone! It has been cured! I let out a gasp of amazement when Grandpa stretched his arm and not groaning in pain when he did. “Good as new”, he said to himself as he grinned. He saw me with my jaw dropped and laughed softly. “I’ll explain to you later”, he just said.

Suddenly, I felt many people surrounded us and one of them pointed his sword at me. “Don’t move a muscle”, the man behind me warned. I felt trapped because I couldn’t take out the knife because I know that the men around us can hurt us much better than me.

“My, my, such a lovely party we have here”, a sickly sing-song voice suddenly sounded behind us—a voice that I now hated so much. I looked at where the voice was and there she was; Septima. She snatched the red pouch from Grandpa’s hand. He glared at her when she said, “Thank you, Robert for fetching us a special ingredient for our plan”. I assume when she mentioned ‘them’ that she meant her and her henchmen.

What I didn’t expect was a green slate-looking stone fell from the red pouch onto the old lady’s open palm. ‘All my hard work for a stone?!’ I thought angrily.

“What?! That’s your plan for killing the phoenix?! Using a harmless stone?!” the man behind me shouted, frustrated. “Quiet, Fresnar! Don’t you know that this is a scale from a jade dragon?! I assure you that it can stop the phoenix from attacking the village—and your family”, the old lady huffed. “Hmph! How do you plan to do that, Septima? The only good thing about the ‘oh-so mighty dragon scale is that it’s shiny!” Fresnar spat, obviously not convinced with Septima’s words.

Septima just smiled and walked towards the front of the bell tower. “Do not go in there!” Grandpa warned, unexpectedly. “There’s an evil spirit that resides in that tower. If you go in there, your life is at risk!” Grandpa continued. Septima just laughed. “Oh my, Robert, don’t you know that it’s essential for a spirit as dark as the one in the tower to be sacrificed to activate the power in this scale?” she mocked. Though I heard everything correctly, I do not understand a word they just said. It’s like they spoke in a different language entirely.

Before Grandpa can open his mouth, I heard Fresnar groaned. I turned to see that he was holding his arm. It was bleeding! “Wh-what happened?!” he shouted. Then I felt something whooshed past me and another man was bleeding. It happened again a few more times but even faster with every blow. Then, in less than a moment I realised all the men are lying on the ground, dead.

“What, who killed my men?! Answer me, Kingstone!” Septima shouted as she approached Grandpa. “It wasn’t me, I swear”, Grandpa told her. “But I did”, said a voice so familiar. I almost cried with joy when I saw my father holding hands with my mother, so relieved that they saved me and Grandpa.

“Mother! Father!” I cried as I ran to them and hugged them. Father hugged me back and Mother almost squeezed me to death with her tight but warm hug. “Oh my, such an interesting reunion; a family of witches? This is the luckiest day of my life!!” Septima laughed maniacally. ‘A family of witches? What is she talking about? Is she crazy?’ I thought.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew around us—no, the howling wind came from Septima!

“Tonitru ventus!” cried Septima. The wind threw my parents, Grandpa and me backwards into the wall of the tower, causing us to pass out.

“We will meet again in the future”, Septima whispered before darkness finally overwhelmed me.

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A/N: Cliffhanger!! Lol...Comment ok? ;D
 

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 2-originally from part 1)

A/N: Hi again! This is the 2nd part of the 1st chapter as promised but this is originally from the 1st part but I split it into 3 parts now. So, it's going to be 4 parts for this chapter. I didn't change this part and the next part much;only a bit of the description. So sorry guys. Be patient with me if you want to read the rest of the chapter. Don't forget to comment! So far, only sweet_me commented. Thanks, sweet_me!
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~Camille POV~

“Men, tie him somewhere outside. The rest of you can go back to your homes and—sleep,” Septima chuckled at her last word while everyone in the room obeyed her command. I noticed that their faces were emotionless as if they were under some kind of spell. I quickly ran and hid behind a pillar which is 20 metres away from the entrance before the swarm of villagers shuffled out of the hall. There's no one else than them that's not under a spell except for one group of people who is dragging my limp grandfather’s body.


The group of men tied Grandpa to a pillar right in front of the entrance and I almost thought that Grandpa was dead. I let out a sigh of relief when a soft groan from my grandfather proved my suspicions to be wrong. I quickly hid again behind the huge pillar before one of the men turned around towards my direction, having heard my sigh. He quickly dismissed it, probably thought it was just his mind playing a trick on him.

When the coast is once again clear, I took a peek at the group hovering around Grandpa. Septima let out a cackling laugh followed by her men. They must be laughing at her cruel joke about Grandpa. 'How can she do this? Why' I thought, enraged that I was the one who brought her to the village. They left shortly after that.

I made sure that they were completely gone before walking towards Grandpa. “Grandpa, are you alright?” I whispered softly but loud enough for him to jolt at my presence. “Oh, it’s only you”, he replied, weakly but relieved that it was only me. I smiled, relief overwhelmed me. Although Grandpa didn’t visit me at all at the mansion but I am aware of the beautiful gifts and delightful letters that he sent as apologies. I always forgave him because my mother told me that he has a big responsibility and I must understand that he wishes to visit me and my parents deeply.

“Look behind the pillar, you’ll find something that will help you cut these ropes off”, Grandpa instructed. I obeyed. I found a knife hidden under the cracks of the stone, making it almost unseen. I knew that my grandfather put it there, because in his letters he always explain how important that we must be prepared for anything.

I sliced the ropes with ease, making me realised how sharp the knife really is. Grandpa really is ready for anything, which means that there might be trouble. I quickly steadied my weak grandfather when he almost slipped and asked him a question that has been bothering me the most; what in the world is going on?

“Do you know the tale of the Ancient King?” Grandpa asked. “I only know the folklore”, I replied while trying to support Grandpa’s weight. “The beast that attacks the village is the phoenix…” Grandpa said, softly. “What? You mean the folklore is real?” I said, shocked with the discovery. Grandpa nodded.

“You came with Septima, didn’t you? You see, she’s my cousin but we’re not blood-related though”, Grandpa said, shamefully. “She’s your cousin?! Why would she want to do this to you?” I asked disbelief and anger grew inside me. Grandpa paused before answering, “That’s a matter brought up from the past that should have been never brought up”.

I realised that there’s something in his voice that made me stopped asking questions.“Take me to the tower”, he commanded suddenly. I obeyed reluctantly. He nudged my hand indicating to bring him behind the bell tower.

“Grandpa, what are we doing?” I whispered when I helped him sit down on an abandoned wooden crate. Grandpa sighed, “Don’t your parents ever tell you anything?” I thought about that and shook my head. He sighed again as if this bothers him why my parents did not tell me. It seems that I should know about whatever that my parents has been hiding from me. “Your parents must have a reason for not telling you, I assume but I’ll tell you this just in case. The phoenix usually attack at night. That’s why we’re hiding, since the sun is going to set soon. The problem is; how to stop the phoenix?” he whispered the last sentence, almost making it almost unheard. Suddenly, he looked at me and looked at the tower and at me again. “I’ve got an idea but you must do what I ask”, he said.

“Alright, I’ll do it if it can help you stop the phoenix from attacking the village”, I said honestly. “Good. Now, listen carefully. Go inside the tower and look for a red pouch on the top floor where the bell is”, he said with a cautious and urgent voice. “What will I have to do if I found it?” I asked, wondering how a red pouch can help us. “Throw it out the window from the floor below where the bell is. That way, I will know it’s you”, he continued.

Grandpa pushed me with his hand that is not badly damaged before I could ask anymore. “If anything goes wrong, stab the object inside the red pouch with the knife. Now go”, he said firmly. This time I didn’t want to ask anymore questions probably because of the fear that I can hear in his voice. I walked softly towards the door that leads inside the bell tower. I looked around me, making sure no one is watching me. Satisfied, I went inside and climbed the stairs that leads to the bell. I noticed there were spider webs stuck on the corners of the ceiling and dust on the railings of the stairs.

I found it a bit strange that I find no one there. Not the guards; not even the bell keeper. ‘Why would the villagers build this bell tower if they didn’t use or even step foot in this place for years?’ I thought as I counted the windows as I passed each floor. There were two windows on each floor and there were six floors so which makes that there are twelve of them in this tower.

I paused when I felt something moved. I turned around as I took out the knife slowly from my dress pocket which was big enough and the material inside is custom-made to not be torn—or sliced with a knife easily. My mother was the one who sewn this dress. I don’t know how did she make the material this way but I don't wonder about it because it keeps me safe. “That’s the most important thing”, she would say.

I looked around for any sign of movement but there wasn’t any. Suddenly, something scurried past me and I immediately point the knife at the creature. I paused when the creature’s eyes met mine.

I put the knife back into my pocket when I saw how silly I was when I point the knife at the ‘creature’ when it’s only a rat! I sighed, “You frightened me. I apologise for my rudeness”. The rat squeaked in reply before it scurried away. All those years of training in swordsmanship, I, Camille Blackspear am afraid of a rat!

Even though I’m only thirteen, my parents trained me in the hand of the sword since I was three. It was a difficult experience. My parents would be so hard on me whenever we’re in training. As a kid, I didn’t understand why they have to force me to hold the sword at such a young age but I went through it anyway. Like all the people that have undergone hard training for years, I became almost as good as my parents.

I continued climbing the stairs until I reached its end. I gasped when I saw a human skeleton hanging by its neck in front of me. I closed my mouth with my hand to keep myself from screaming. “So, that’s why they don’t want to come here, they think it’s haunted!” I said to myself when I saw a piece of plank hanging around its neck with a word written in blood that says "Beware".
Then, I noticed a red object partly covered by the dark behind the bell. I gathered all the courage that I have and made my way towards the mysterious object. I walked more cautiously when I passed by the skeleton. Whatever killed that person, I have to be cautious and stay alive.

Suddenly, I heard a ‘ping’ when I took a step further from the skeleton. I ran towards the bell when I was almost shot by an arrow. I took cover behind the bell and reached for the red pouch. I snatched it quickly and ran again towards the stairs while trying to avoid the arrows flying at me.

I ran towards the stairs; sometimes skipping a few steps to fasten my pace. When I reached the promised window, I quickly threw the red pouch out of the window. I heard a soft ‘thud’ and soft shuffling steps. I peeked at the window and looked down.

I saw Grandpa gave me the thumbs-up sign and I smiled at him. I ran down the stairs again, faster with every skip. Then, I felt something strange. It’s not like one of those sick feelings you get after running around spiral steps but like something but it’s like someone so dark is watching you. I paused and looked around trying to spot a pair of eyes.

Then, I spotted them, those pair of eyes when I looked up. It’s not the fact that there’s someone was watching me that frighten me but the fact that these pair of eyes belong to someone dead.

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A/N: Comment, comment, comment! ><

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 1-updated)

A/N (update): Hi guys! I changed this part of the chapter a LOT so you have to re-read it. If you haven't, just read on. I might have to change the 2nd part of the chapter to 3rd part or 4th part because I find the 1st part quite long. So, all the more reason you have to read again. I'm sorry guys!! Hope you enjoy!

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~Camille POV~


My eyes widened for the first time. In front of me is the most beautiful scene; mountains with snow-covered peaks and the forest that seems to grow taller every time I blink. It was magnificent! I ran along the path that has been dug out by the servants this morning while covering my face with my shawl. Well, they aren’t actually my ‘servants’. They’re just a group of people from the village assigned to watch over me and my parents.

As I slow down my pace, I remembered the things that I overheard from the servants these last few days. Of course they’re just rumours but for some unknown reason—even unknown to me, I have to confirm it no matter what. I stopped to take a breath and in front of me a village tower stood mightily where it holds a huge silver bell. According to my mother, it is used for informing the villagers of incoming danger or to announce the arrival of important guests although I never hear it ring.


It reminded me of the small bell at home which instead is used for signalling mealtimes. Mother would go ballistic if she founds out that I ran away. I did not run away from my luxurious home because I felt it’s like a prison for me (although I do feel like that at times). I ran away because today I woke up, feeling something was going to happen in the village today that I want--need to take part in.
Although I doubt the villagers would let it. Why? To the villagers, black hair and golden eyes are bad omens, so to get rid of these ‘bad omens’ which includes me and my father, they burned out our old house to drive us away from the village. Of course, it worked but as the village elder’s daughter, my mother put a stop to this.

The villagers think that my mother is insane for marrying my father when she already has a fiancé. Even though the villagers are reluctant to follow my mother’s orders, they agreed to let us build a home far away from the village under the supervision of a few trusted villagers. I was only three years old then.

Even though I’m happy to be far away from the village, I still have one question; why were the villagers so against black hair and golden eyes? I tried asking my father but he just shrug it off and quickly change the topic. It was really strange because whenever I asked him questions, he always tried to answer them. I shook my head to make myself concentrate on the problem that I have to face now; how to get in to the village without being noticed.

“Excuse me, miss!” a voice said behind me. I pulled my hood lower to my hide my face. I turned around and saw an old lady covered in a black cloak, limping towards me. “Miss, can you tell me the way to the village hall? I’m new a traveled here from another village”, she asked. Then suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I can pretend to be this old lady's granddaughter! I thought the plan was brilliant because the villagers love travellers and welcome them as if they're equally important to the queen. The downside of it is probably my facial features but I can hide my face with just my hood and shawl.
 “Of course. I’m on my way there myself”, I smiled and took the old lady’s elderly hand and lead her to the village hall. “Oh dear, you don’t need to bother yourself. I can still walk just fine”, she said, a bit surprised at my sudden gesture.

“Oh no. I don’t want to tire you since you have travelled a long way to come to this village”

"But, it will be a bother to you, child"

"Yes, but I like to be bothered and I can let you stay overnight at my house. It's dangerous at night."

"...then, I must return your help"

"Oh? Like how?" I smiled, knowing that the old lady was falling for my trap. "Oh, perhaps letting me do the chores?" she suggested. "The servants can do that but..." I paused, pretend to think. "I know! You can pretend to be my grandmother for the day! Imagine what funny faces when the villagers realised that you're actually not her!" I laughed.
"Oh dear. I shouldn't encourage you but it does sound rather amusing. Alright, I will act as your grandmother for today but I need to go to the village hall first", agreed the old lady. "Very well, let's go then. My name is Camille", I said, thinking that I should tell her my first name only to be safe. "Septima Cora Achillea is my given name but you can call me Septima or Grandma if you like", she chuckled and I laughed at the joke. 

When we arrived outside of the village hall, a guard blocked my way. "This hall is restricted for little children", the guard said in a bellowing voice while looking at me. I was about to say that I'm not a child anymore and that I just turned thirteen but Septima stepped in first. "Hello", she said coolly. "Hello. I've never seen you around before, are you a traveller?" the guard asked. The atmosphere seem to become much friendlier than before so I kept my mouth shut.

"Oh, why yes! We came from another village. This is my...granddaughter, Cammie", Septima hesitated a bit but the guard doesn't seem to notice. "A traveller eh? Are you perhaps from...?" I stopped listening to their conversation because I'm worried about the villagers that passed by behind us. Some looked at my direction but I looked down to avoid any eye contact.

"Well, I should let you and your granddaughter in now but it's going to be hard to find anywhere to sit", I heard the guard say. "Oh, it's alright as long we can get in there", Septima said as she smiled. "Very well then", the guard said as he opened the door to the village hall. "Thank you", Septima and I both chimed.

I winced at the sight of the villagers arguing in the village hall. Seeing that scene, I remembered the angry faces that the villagers made when they burnt our house. I gripped the old lady’s hand, afraid that I will lose her. It’s kind of scary to be the only child present there, surrounded by adults arguing about the current happenings in the village. “Politics”, Father would say.

“Shall we sit down?” Septima asked. I smiled to let her know we can. We found a seat at a small bench behind the village elder. It was the only space left in the entire room.

“We must not let this continue!”

“Capture them!”

“They’re the cause of these murders!”

I was confused. “What are they talking about?” I asked Septima. “Oh, you didn’t hear, child?” she looked at me, genuinely confused. “No, apparently not”, I replied. For two weeks, I’ve been locked up by my parents in my bedroom and not a word came to me except the rumours about a beast.
This ‘beast’ is supposedly peaceful but it just attacked and killed the villagers for no reason. Some died tried to kill the beast or defend their families. So I heard.

The elder, my grandfather stood up and everyone fell silent. “We shall not accuse them blindly on a groundless basis that they have black hair and golden eyes. We need to investigate thoroughly the true cause behind the beast’s attacks”, he said followed by an uproar from the villagers.

One man, a tall and sturdy man in his thirties, stood up. “Excuse me for my rudeness, Elder but aren’t you being unfair to us? We have been dealing with many problems ever since your daughter had a child with that cursed man!” he literally spat out the last part with so much anger and hatred that I could feel the hairs standing on the back of my head. Once again, the villagers were in an uproar.

“Don’t forget that you used to be my daughter’s fiancé, Gregory. My daughter would certainly hate me if I were to drive you away from the village. In fact, the whole village would turn against me if I were to do that”, my grandfather said while glaring at Gregory. Gregory glared back. When Grandpa revealed that Gregory used to be my mother’s fiancé, I was shocked. How can Mother used to love this vengeful man? ‘But I shouldn’t judge him. Mother mentioned that sometimes love can hurt someone unintentionally’, I thought.

I sighed because all this commotion prevented me from finding my parents. Even though I can’t see them, I know they’re hiding somewhere in the hall. I know that whenever my grandfather calls for a meeting in the village hall, they would go but with a disguise. They always do because they do not want to be chased out by the villagers again.

“What’s wrong, child?” asked Septima when she saw me intently looking at the crowd of the villagers. “Oh. It’s nothing. I’m…just looking for my parents”, I said as I focus my attention to the old lady. “Are they in there?” she asked as she extends her bony finger at the crowd. “I’m not sure”, I replied, looking a bit down. “Say, do you know where to look for your parents?” she asked, smiling. I stared at her and for some reason; I find her face vaguely familiar. “Forgive me if I were to sound that I’m intruding your personal business, but what is your purpose for coming here and why at this time?” I asked, choosing my words carefully. She did not reply but kept on smiling.

Then, I saw a familiar figure on the doorway. Her back was facing me but I instantly recognised that it was my mother. I ran towards her while avoiding the people thrashing one another. When I was about to hug her, I fell straight into a pile of snow. ‘What? What just happened?’ I thought as I struggled out of the snow. I looked around and saw that Mother was gone.

BANG! CRASH!

“What was that?” I said to myself. I walked cautiously towards the entrance of the village hall then I glanced inside. To my horror, I saw Grandpa beaten up by three men while the villagers around them cheering. A female figure—one that’s very familiar, raised her hand and all the villagers stopped cheering and looked at her. I couldn’t believe it! It was Septima!

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A/N: Comment please!! ^^ 2nd part of the chapter is coming right up!

Story: Prologue

A/N: 'Sup guys? As promised, exam's over and I just finished editing the prologue but not the 1st chapter. I'm still going to post the 1st chapter anyway. Don't forget to comment. I need feedback to improve. Btw, I changed the so-called mysterious man's name to Kingstone. If you don't know what I mean, check the previous post where I wrote the sneak peak to the story. The name was suggested by my lil' sis. Now, on with the story!

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~Prologue~
“Mother, can you tell me a story?”


The young woman turned to face her four-year-old daughter who is already tucked in her lavish bed, waiting for a story to unfold from her beautiful lips.

“Alright, I will tell you about a king who has two sons. One of them lo-“

“Wait, not yet!” the little girl said as she adjusted herself into a sitting position. “Now, I’m ready to listen”. The woman smiled. She too, adjusted herself on the bed and begins to tell the story that was passed down from her father whose mother passed it to him previously.

Once upon a time, in a faraway country, lives a young prince. This prince loves to sail on adventures with his two closest friends but one day, he was stabbed by a siren. They trespassed into her territory without realising but it’s not just any territory, it was a phoenix’s resting place and the siren is her guardian.


Although the siren threatened to kill them if they do not leave, the prince insisted to continue the journey without disturbing the phoenix’s resting place. The siren angered by the prince’s harsh words, stabbed him where his heart lay and the prince instantly died. Both the prince’s closest friends avenged him by killing the siren with their bewitched arrows.


Before she died, the siren muttered a powerful curse onto her murderers. ‘When you return to your homeland, each of you will bring calamity to your family and your descendants have to forage on the dirt for happiness,’ she cursed before she breathed her last breath.


When they went back to their country, they delivered the news of the prince’s death and corpse to the king. When he saw his son’s corpse, he became very depressed but held a funeral for the prince with a calm face. Although he dislikes his son’s friends, he forgave them for what they did and allowed them to attend the funeral. He offered his help to break the curse, but as humble as they are, the prince’s friends refused.


So, they went back to their own homes but like the siren’s curse foretold, both themselves and their families fell ill. When the news spread to the king’s ears, he immediately sailed to the phoenix’s resting place. He called out to the phoenix on a boulder in front of the resting place, ‘Awaken o beast of fire! Save my dead son’s friends from their curse!’ The phoenix, awaken by the king’s summon, tested him.


‘My dear king, as you know, I have the power to back the dead. Don’t you not wish your son to live once more?’ said the phoenix. ‘Phoenix, I too wished to be with my son but Death has taken him far within from anyone’s reach. Though, as a king, I wished that my people will be safe and living a blissful life,’ the king replied, solemnly. The phoenix, astounded by the king’s brave and honest reply, gave him her tears.


‘These, my king, are my tears. These can save your son’s friends from the siren’s curse and they can do many things beyond your imagination. Keep them in a vial in a place somewhere safe’, said the phoenix. When the king returned to his country, he used a few drops of the tears to break the curse. The whole country celebrated with a big feast when the curse was lifted.


Just like the phoenix instructed, the king put the tears in a vial and kept in a room in the castle where only the king knows and only him and his bloodline can enter.

The young woman finished the story when she saw that her daughter finally closed her eyes. She chuckled softly before she tucked the little girl’s body under the duvet. She kissed her forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, my beloved Camille. You’re going to need it in the future”.

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A/N: Comment now!! >.< I'm dying to know what you guys would say. Chapter 1 coming up!

Story and new blog coming soon...

Exactly what the title said. Although, you guys have to wait for both the story and the new blog a long time since mid-year exam's coming up and I still haven't finish both of my projects. For you guys' satisfaction, I'll write in here a sneak peek of my story and a little bit about my blog.

Here's the sneak peek (be grateful. I've been working on it for a while now =.=)

Camille is a 13-year-old girl who lived in the 15th century of England and was out casted by the society because of her black hair and golden eyes. When she tried to help her grandfather save her village, she was forced into time and stumbled upon an American boy living in the 21st century...

Benjamin, abandoned by his parents at the age of 12, was forced to live in his dead grandparents' home with his sister and a mysterious man called Mr. Kingstone. Now, 3 years later, he find himself bumping into a strange girl with black hair and golden eyes...

Together, they find themselves connected in many strange ways and discovered shocking truths about what they really are. 

Ok...I already given you the sneak peek now, I need to tell you guys about my new blog. I'm damn excited to tell you guys about it XD. Well, what else should I say other else than it is a place where I will show you guys my designs? Not really much of a description eh? Oh well, I'll list it out so that it would be easier to understand.

About my blog...

1. It's called The Fashion Designer Wannabe. I couldn't really think up a name so I just named it that. Click here if you wanna check it out but I warn you I only put up an announcement so that's all I can offer you for now.
2. It is where I'm going to put my designs (duh!). You guys can comment on it, giving suggestions on this and that so I can improve. I wanna be an AWESOME fashion designer, not just any fashion designer wannabe.
3. It's also where I will ocassionally put photos of real life cover people wearing my designs (which I bet it's going to be a LONG time from now T^T)
4. You guys have to wait a little longer than the story (maybe not little, depends on my schedule). >.<'' 

Well, I guess that's all for now. I hope you guys can show your continous support to both the story and The Fashion Designer Wannabe in the near future! I'll post soon and you guys comment ok? ;)

P.S. What you guys think of this picture? I saw this on the net and edited as my profile picture in Google. Pretty, isn't it? ;D (Update: I changed the mysterious man's name who is living with Benjamin from Collins to Kingstone. Name was suggested by my sis ><)

Stupid Cupid

Urgh! If only I know who that is! Now, I feel a little bit queasy probably because
1) I like Cat even more ever since the trip and;
2) I realised that I am falling for another guy!!!

WHAT THE HELL?!? Liking Cat is already troubling me a lot but now, another guy?!? Stupid Cupid for piercing my heart with his love arrows every time. How much longer can my heart stand this foolish game?

*sigh* I just wish that this heart of mine is strong enough to withstand these fast-developing feelings. But, one thing I know for sure, that I still like Cat way more than urmm...the other guy. I was actually thinking to confess to Cat at the end of the year or maybe after PMR. I don't know. I really wished that I don't mess up this time and hurt myself like before...

P.S. I need a name for "the other guy" so which do you guys prefer ''Hatter" or "March Hare"? Since I'm "Alice" in my own "Wonderland" (btw, that meant 'my life'), I got "Cheshire Cat" (which is my first crush) and "Red Queen" which is my weird and close friend, sweet_me (she wanted it >.>). So, what do you guys think? If you don't like it, suggest me a name!! Please... *pleading puppy eyes*

Friends?

Let's just say that lots of drama has been happening around me and other people lately. Well, last month which is April actually. Friends provoke each other physically and emotionally then turns into fights. Omigosh, you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep up with it sometimes but I managed to clutch onto them for quite awhile. Although, that just make me wanna let go instead.

It's funny sometimes how that I remembered a quote saying that "You can tell how deep the friendship is when you see how much you two fought" or something along the line. Even though I keep remembering this quote whenever I fought with a close friend of mine or a fight is going on between two of my friends, I just can't seem to shrug off the feeling that one day all of us get separated and we only have our fights as memories when we were 'friends'. And I don't want that.

So, let's all just smile and be the crazy bunch of friends we are.

P.S. Going to be another post about me and my love life. No, it's not like Kandall  ask me out or anything. Yes I knoe, Rayne got me hooked on this new nickname of my crush. sweet_me call him 'Cheshire Cat' but since that's too long, I call him 'Cat' sometimes too. ^///^

Happy Birthday sweet_me!

Is it your 15th birthday already? Wow... I felt it was only yesterday that we were still in primary school. You feel that too, sometimes? I know right... Probably because we had so much fun (and being weird) everytime we're together. Haha! I know. I sound cheesy right? XD

Let's get serious (forgive me if I sound so dull ==''). Nowadays, I feel like my days has been full of shit but you were always there to give a pat on my hand and a smile. I'm glad for that. Whenever you see me with my dull and (probably) stressed face, you always know what to do to cheer me up (err..most of the time actually. I'm SORRRY!! ><).

Though, my parents don't really approve of our friendship at first, they slowly open up to you without you even talking to them (Thanks to me!! >-<). They now (only a bit though) realise that you're good and mature. So keep it up!!! Don't let anything stop you from becoming an awesome friend!

I put up that quote for you, you know. I found it when I was doing my Geo a few days ago. ^^ Anyway,

Dedicated to my friend =)

I finally found the perfect picture for my friend!! This is MY advice to you. You know who you are ;D

I'm a fool...

Exactly what the quote in the picture said. To be honest, I didn't realise (or maybe I didn't want to admit) that I fell in love again. I've been like this for 1 or 2 months? I don't know... Why did I fall in love again? I already promised myself not to this year. 

I told Rayne today (well, she guessed actually) and came up with the name for my crush. From now on, whenever I want to talk about him without anyone--especially him, knowing about it with my friend(s), I'll use 'candle' to represent him. I know it sounds weird but I don't want anyone to spread rumours about it. ><''

To those who are having love problems!

There's a reason why I post this. It's for a friend who's having love problems and doesn't know what to do about it. Even if you fall for a guy but not sure if he's the one (or something), remember this always! It doesn't matter if he like you back or not, just check whether he have these qualities. You might get hurt but it's worth a shot. It's up to you if you wish to do it now or later. But don't linger on it for too long. You know who you are... ;) 

My Life

I was browsing through quote pictures in Photobucket (which I rarely do) and found this while I was researching for a debate this Friday. I realised that this quote is describing what basically everyone is feeling at my stage. I don't think I've changed much physically and emotionally but when I think about it, I actually changed quite a LOT. But I'm not sure if it's in a good way or in a bad way.

P.S. I know it's short but there's going to be another post about L.O.V.E!! >3<

Updates (not going to post in here for a while)

First day of school was ok I guess. I was appointed as monitor though it haven't been confirmed. But I still think that I'm going to be one (=_=ll). I rejected to the title 'prefect' because (urgh!) a LOT of duties to be done. At least being the class monitor is a hell lot easier.

It's so weird doing two things at once, cuz one thing only get half of your attention while the other have the other half. That's so tiring but useful. I have to concentrate on finding pics of book racks for my K.H. homework and at the same time, I'm writing whatever I'm thinking in my blog (LOL, my parents doesn't know I'm doing that >u<).

If you wanna know about my love life, it's err...well...I'm now single and don't wanna look for any guys to sweep off my feet (only if I don't have to concentrate on preparing solely on PMR or SPM).

This year I don't wanna concentrate so much on love, I can still talk about it but it's gonna be awkward for me. I want to get 7As in my PMR and get the RM500 every As I get (>.<). I can't list down all the things that I want for this year cuz' it's endless. Anyway, that was a short one (^^ll). I have to go now cuz' my mum might appear any minute now...