Haha. Maybe it’s for a fact that my life is stressing right now. All I have to say is that I will blame it on 100% on projects
There was always this guilty conscience he had that he hated himself for having. It always shows up when he’s at his nightly shift working for one of the most influential people in the world. He always ends up drinking a bottle or more of Jack, his favourite friend so far in his 5 years of working for ‘that man’s.
It was quite weird that even he did not know who his employer was. He had always referred to him as ‘that man’ or simply boss.
He could feel himself shaking under all the pressure of carrying 30kg worth of dynamite strapped carefully under his coat. His task this time was to carefully wire the place, causing chaos and havoc to the hotel residence.
It was simple. When chaos starts he could easily kill Robert Fields by using the muffled automatic gun he was supposed to pick up at the destined meeting point.
Unfortunately his partner screwed up and had to find another way to kill Mr Fields. The dynamite blast was just a cover up in the complicated well thought out plan he created. One of the many reasons people hire him instead of a normal hitman. There was always a backup plan in case someone screws up. He checked his watch while holding the briefcase in the other hand.
5:06pm
He knew there was still enough time to plant the dynamites around the hotel lobby and inside the room where Mr Field stayed next to. He never enjoyed killing someone like that, it was too simple. He loved the thrill in making people think. The thing about people these days is that they just don’t think. It was so unfortunate.
He stopped the small Audi, parked it and was on his way for one of his greatest achievements of his entire career.
I guess there’s pretty much anything that i have been doing or not have been doing lately. What I’m looking forward to during the long dreaded hours of school is English class. Actually I question my existance sometimes.=D
I’m not depressed but really the word ‘depressed’ reminds me of Hannah Baker. I call it an inside joke in school as people hardly ever read books but if you do know what I mean then… Good 
So Hannah Baker is a character in ‘13 reasons why‘ by Jay Asher. I enjoy the book, it’s really nice and the movie is coming out.
Selena Gomez is playing Hannah but personally I don’t think they casted the right person for this movie.
Another book made into a movie which I’m dying to see is ‘The Hunger Games‘. My friend called me sadistic for reading something like that but in the end, she became an avid fan :p
The thing that I hope from both upcoming movies is that I hope it will not disappoint me like it did when,‘I am number 4′ came out on the big screen.
Oh well, nothing to do but to wait and see…..
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
First and foremost… HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEARS!!!
This was something I did for English class. It was supposed to be a 5 minute writing exercise but as usual I got carried away and continued writing it until my wrists ached. The topic if you would want to know is ‘write a love letter.’ It doesn’t have to be about yourself, it could even be in another person’s point of view.
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Would the words I love you suffice?
Could you see me now standing right outside your door?
I’m taking your picture right now.
Will you ever find out who I am?
Going to your best friend won’t help you with this problem.
But if you ever love another girl,
I’ll do anything to get rid of her.
-Anon-
Marcus read the letter with disgust and felt the urge to throw it in the rubbish bin. He paced around the room thinking for solutions to help his friend out. After all he is his friend, but the fact that this girl knew that Damian was standing in this room with him was just… Scary.
“Don’t you have your own problems to solve? You could leave me now and I promise you, you would not be involved in this.” Damian spoke softly and gazed at the bustling streets below him. He closed his eyes to think and Marcus knew that Damian would not be speaking anytime soon.
Marcus let out a sigh and jumped into the couch. He would never know what Damian was thinking. Neither do his parents nor his friends –he wasn’t a social person to start with- could get him talking when he was at this state of concentration. He could stay for hours at that same position, whether it would be standing or sitting, without ever being disturbed.
Then again, when someone disturbed him the person will definitely get a stream of insults shooting right out of Damian’s mouth. He remember once he tried to snap him back into playing a game of tag, but instead he went back home crying like he never did before. But Damian would always make it up to him, apologize and things would be going on as usual.
He looked at the set of Polaroid picture that came in with the letter, sealed tightly in an envelope that was sent through by hand. The handwriting on this one was always different than the last one. This time it was cursive with little heart signs on top of the letter ’i’. There were always 12 Polaroid pictures in each envelope, one for every 2 hours for the day.
Damian had already received 5 letters –including today- this week. The weekends will be tomorrow, and he still bet that the letters will be sent directly to his home again as usual. Marcus paced around the room half expecting the mysterious ‘girl’ to appear out of nowhere proclaiming her ‘never-ending love’ to Damian.
He heard the inner debate Marcus was having with himself and took out a notepad and started writing down random things that may have to do with his stalker. He wrote down several sentences without much thinking and tossed it aside to Marcus.
Marcus in a daze saw the notepad flying in the air and caught it before it hit the ground. He looked over to Damian who was laughing at his expression and felt his temper boiling inside of him. Nevertheless he read the note out loud and found himself even more perplexed than ever.
Photography club.
Damian could see the confusion he left upon his friend’s face and quickly snatched the notepad away from him before he starts bombarding him with questions. “As you can see, remember when I first told you that this stalker had something to do with my personal life?” Marcus nodded and waited for him to continue speaking. “This girl in particular I think I know her from way back. She enjoys photography, always wanted me to be her partner. I used to be in the same photography class with her during middle school.”
“Wait a second, how sure are you that it was the same girl-“
“I just know Marcus, I know people like you would never get me but, it’s alright,” He looked back at the window again.
“No one ever does.”
I’m not really sure at times what is the purpose of studying something you may never use in the future. Then again, I always forget what we were studying a few days ago in school only to be shocked it’s still somewhere deep inside my unconscious…
It’s not that I’m against studying (not that I know many people that enjoys doing it for fun) but, I rather put that time to relax. Just for a moment, forget about everything you have experienced and just disappear into yourself.
Well, this is one of the reasons why people catch me daydreaming in the middle of class when the teacher got awfully quiet and starts rushing to you snapping their fingers to wake you up. You could feel your cheeks heating up, the snickers and side-remarks from some of your classmates while you can only mutter a soft sorry. But in your mind you WOULD want to tell the teacher to shut up and go on teaching.(Depending on your personality)
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I really want to visit the beach soon XD
So…
I’ve decided to do something that I saw from another blog which is a 5 minute writing….
Honestly, if anyone’s out there reading this try to do this too! I’m not as picky about topic as you can write about anything under the sun (or on it XD)
The topic is ‘Walking in the woods’
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It was cold. Just the rush of the cold winter breeze rushing towards her gave her a tiny hope to continue on living another day.
The voices, she walked further into the woods while running her hand through every tree trunk she encountered, feeling the tiny grains of wood that may have seen someone’s life flashing before their very eyes.
She wondered, what have the trees seen as long as they were alive? The wind was something she so often thought filling her with pure madness -one she longed for. Random voices of people whispered into her hears. Some filled with regrets, others in pain. All in all, they had one thing in common.
They just want to be heard.
It was only one voice from the thousands she have heard over the years in these woods. She truly wished to know him. The voice seemed to belong to a boy her age, stories of his life started pouring into her ears, becoming more desperate to know him.
At this point, she could only ignore the silent pleas from the winds only to be heard by a few people. Hearing those voices would only cause more harm than good. If they knew she was listening, the more hunger-driven they would be and….
She might even lose the little sanity she had left inside of her.
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Should I be thankful I’m doing something useful for a change instead of watch TV and things like that?
this is basically the reason why I’m trying to be more productive.
*cough*
Anyways, this is one of my many times opening a new site and signing up – hoping not to disappear from this site for a change xD – and well here I am. Doing something for a change I guess. I just wonder, if anyone out there in this huge world will even read this, then I appreciate it.
Obviously from the title of the post, I have been procrastinating every single day of my life. Ever since I first used sites like tumblr.com, twitter.com, facebook.com (not really though~) my whole life seems to be online.
If you’re wondering what my age could be then all I could say is that I’m turning 15 this December 26. A day after Christmas. I should have double the presents – one for my birthday and other for you know, Christmas- but I don’t. Which I find really sad, people should know a day difference is something XD
In this blog, I may post random things, probably writing from my English class and other snippets from my daily life.
Well, for now I say goodbye…… =))
