of movies!
Imagine this, it's you and your siblings lying on the couch, drinks in hand, and the lights are off. The speakers right next to you, and KAPOOWWW..
Gotta say this,
Transformers 2 was awesome.
It was funny, and gut wrenchingly AWESOME.
Which reminds me, I need to lend my dvd to Sherly. A.S.A.P.
The horror of waiting to watch that movie while suffering through your mocks, I tell you!!
Anyhow, what's next on my list of must watch movies?
G.I. JOE : RISE OF THE COBRA.
Can I hear a 'what, what?'
You dunno what it is? What G.I. Joe is?
Well then, you my friend, have lived a very content ignorant life without the likes of male figures obsessing about old folk-lore, the military nature of life, and of course the gory interception between the love for one's country and bombing an opposing nation.
Or in other words, you didn't have a father like mine.
True, I have like, 7 men who I call dad, but what the heck, right?
They all are important to me.
Anyhow back to the point, what is G.I. Joe?
Well, G.I. Joe was actually an action figure, that turned into comics, then tv. cartoons and eventually movies.
Yes, it is an action-packed movie, and probably will include a lot of technology crap in it.
But hey, that's my type of movie.
and oh.. yea.
I'm having a wee bit of a writer's block on my story.' the deception of truth'.
so.. suggestions?
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29.7.09
The Deception of Truth Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The occupants of the kitchen all jumped to their feet, immediately taking defensive stances; a reflex they had gained after 6 years of training.
“What are you doing here?” snarled Kaylee at the new-comer, who was in the middle of the kitchen archway, smugly standing superior-like, Kaylee’s feet still in place, strategically ready to kick the chair towards the intruder.
“I guess, you didn’t read the cards properly. It did say I would come today.” Replied the stranger, as she flipped her hair and stared at the three girls of still in their defensive stances; ready to strike.
Sherry Lynn nearest to the new-comer had her fist raised as if in a sparring match, ready to strike her opponent down with her well known knock out knuckle uppercut. Bobby on the other hand, had grasped the nearest objects near her, wielding the spatula and knife expertly, already in place and aiming to the stranger who had intruded their home in less than two seconds.
Nobody moved.
Onyx eyes glared at the high-heeled dwarf stalked her way into the kitchen, settling into a chair uninvitingly. Kaylee Crawford felt like a bull, ready to pierce her horns into the re-jacket the woman wore.
As if sensing the hostility in the air, Sherry Lynn came to the rescue.
“So, Prudence care to take a seat?”
Sherry Lynn mentally slapped her head. Prudence smugly smirked at her from her seat, and spoke.
“You may seat down, if you please,”
At this Sherry Lynn tightly smiled at the guest, and sat her bottom onto the wooden chair gracefully. She then signaled to Kaylee to sit down, but Kaylee ignored her.
“I’d like some earl tea.”
:Prudence Bliche ordered to Bobby, who was staring at her with an intense warmth that could not be mistaken for welcome. Gladly, Bobby turned her back from the table, and made a show of looking for the teapot.
“I’ll help you.”
Kaylee offered her friend; seeing an opportunity to do something with her hands other than fighting the urge to strangle. Sending an apologetic look to Sherry Lynn, who was looking a bit hurt by Kaylee’s abandonment, Kaylee bustled off to the far-side of the kitchen where she could keep herself (and her temper) in check.
After finding the hiding teapot and setting the appropriate ware for high-tea, Bobby made a show of looking for biscuits for them to gnaw on while Kaylee waited for the hot water to simmer enough to be poured.
“ Wanna put in some vinegar into her tea?” whispered Bobby into Kaylee’s ear, making Kaylee guffaw and spill hot water over her hand.
Stiffling a whimper, Kaylee felt an ever-growing urge to annihilate the source of a voice that chose that exact moment to make it’s present heard.
“I see, Crawford’s still an incompetent klutz.”
Biting down a vulgar retort, Kaylee immediately went to the sink to run cool water on her hand and her anger. The water from the tap softly massaged away, the stinging feel puncturing her skin, and Kaylee regretfully tooke her hand away from the comforting sink to take her place at the table, thankfully the furthest from Prudence Biche.
There, the usually loud trio sat in silence staring at their cups, as Prudence sipped her tea. The silence was the least not comforting, and the tension in the air could be cut swiftly by the bluntest spoon.
“Uhm, we hope you enjoy your stay.” Offered Sherry, trying to reduce the friction of air particles with a splash of hospitality.
Prudence opted to ignore the statement and made the gesture of cleaning her black skirt. Seeing this made both Kaylee and Bobby seeth in anger.
“Speaking of which, how long do we have to endure your-“ Kaylee jumped in, sweetly covering her words with a mocking tone whilst a smirk hooked it’s way through her face, before ending the question.
Sherry Lynn warily looked at Kaylee reproachfully.
“-graceful companionship? ”
“For as long as I deem it probable for me to clean out a few loose ends and rectify the wrongs in this team.”
was the smug reply, from the precocious teenage intruder.
“Like your suitcases strewn all over our living room?” quipped Bobby, after had catching a glance at their living room, that was now filled with at least five or six bulks of suitcases.
“Bobby! Kaylee! ” Sherry Lynn’s voice reproached them with just their names; she didn’t want them to push their luck.
“ Bobby? Bobby? That’s what you call yourself by, Barbara? Bobby?” mockingly the voice of Prudence rang through the kitchen. “Isn’t that… very masculine of you. Finally coming out of the closet, Barbara Olga Barnaby?”
This hit a nerve.
Bobby visibly flinched at the sound of her full name, and glared at Prudence with such intense heat that if looks could kill, Prudence would’ve been nothing but a low pile of dirt.
‘ as she should be’ thought Bobby savagely, dreaming of the vision where Prudence were to be vaporized by lasers and bombed by several missiles.
Bobby Barnaby despised people bringing out old taunts, alluding to her past.
Anger boiled it’s way through Bobby’s bones, and adrenaline pumped in her veins, she was THIS close to throwing out the unwanted intruder out to the streets.
But before Bobby could unleash her fury, Prudence ever so gracefully slinked out of the kitchen, with the phone to her ear signifying she had a phone call to make, leaving the trio at peace.
Kaylee and Sherry Lynn, glanced warily at each other as they could practically see Bobby shake with anger and frustration, ready to pounce on anyone who said the wrong thing. After a grueling few seconds, Sherry Lynn decided to break the tensed ice.
“You know what? I’m still hungry.”
The occupants of the kitchen all jumped to their feet, immediately taking defensive stances; a reflex they had gained after 6 years of training.
“What are you doing here?” snarled Kaylee at the new-comer, who was in the middle of the kitchen archway, smugly standing superior-like, Kaylee’s feet still in place, strategically ready to kick the chair towards the intruder.
“I guess, you didn’t read the cards properly. It did say I would come today.” Replied the stranger, as she flipped her hair and stared at the three girls of still in their defensive stances; ready to strike.
Sherry Lynn nearest to the new-comer had her fist raised as if in a sparring match, ready to strike her opponent down with her well known knock out knuckle uppercut. Bobby on the other hand, had grasped the nearest objects near her, wielding the spatula and knife expertly, already in place and aiming to the stranger who had intruded their home in less than two seconds.
Nobody moved.
Onyx eyes glared at the high-heeled dwarf stalked her way into the kitchen, settling into a chair uninvitingly. Kaylee Crawford felt like a bull, ready to pierce her horns into the re-jacket the woman wore.
As if sensing the hostility in the air, Sherry Lynn came to the rescue.
“So, Prudence care to take a seat?”
Sherry Lynn mentally slapped her head. Prudence smugly smirked at her from her seat, and spoke.
“You may seat down, if you please,”
At this Sherry Lynn tightly smiled at the guest, and sat her bottom onto the wooden chair gracefully. She then signaled to Kaylee to sit down, but Kaylee ignored her.
“I’d like some earl tea.”
:Prudence Bliche ordered to Bobby, who was staring at her with an intense warmth that could not be mistaken for welcome. Gladly, Bobby turned her back from the table, and made a show of looking for the teapot.
“I’ll help you.”
Kaylee offered her friend; seeing an opportunity to do something with her hands other than fighting the urge to strangle. Sending an apologetic look to Sherry Lynn, who was looking a bit hurt by Kaylee’s abandonment, Kaylee bustled off to the far-side of the kitchen where she could keep herself (and her temper) in check.
After finding the hiding teapot and setting the appropriate ware for high-tea, Bobby made a show of looking for biscuits for them to gnaw on while Kaylee waited for the hot water to simmer enough to be poured.
“ Wanna put in some vinegar into her tea?” whispered Bobby into Kaylee’s ear, making Kaylee guffaw and spill hot water over her hand.
Stiffling a whimper, Kaylee felt an ever-growing urge to annihilate the source of a voice that chose that exact moment to make it’s present heard.
“I see, Crawford’s still an incompetent klutz.”
Biting down a vulgar retort, Kaylee immediately went to the sink to run cool water on her hand and her anger. The water from the tap softly massaged away, the stinging feel puncturing her skin, and Kaylee regretfully tooke her hand away from the comforting sink to take her place at the table, thankfully the furthest from Prudence Biche.
There, the usually loud trio sat in silence staring at their cups, as Prudence sipped her tea. The silence was the least not comforting, and the tension in the air could be cut swiftly by the bluntest spoon.
“Uhm, we hope you enjoy your stay.” Offered Sherry, trying to reduce the friction of air particles with a splash of hospitality.
Prudence opted to ignore the statement and made the gesture of cleaning her black skirt. Seeing this made both Kaylee and Bobby seeth in anger.
“Speaking of which, how long do we have to endure your-“ Kaylee jumped in, sweetly covering her words with a mocking tone whilst a smirk hooked it’s way through her face, before ending the question.
Sherry Lynn warily looked at Kaylee reproachfully.
“-graceful companionship? ”
“For as long as I deem it probable for me to clean out a few loose ends and rectify the wrongs in this team.”
was the smug reply, from the precocious teenage intruder.
“Like your suitcases strewn all over our living room?” quipped Bobby, after had catching a glance at their living room, that was now filled with at least five or six bulks of suitcases.
“Bobby! Kaylee! ” Sherry Lynn’s voice reproached them with just their names; she didn’t want them to push their luck.
“ Bobby? Bobby? That’s what you call yourself by, Barbara? Bobby?” mockingly the voice of Prudence rang through the kitchen. “Isn’t that… very masculine of you. Finally coming out of the closet, Barbara Olga Barnaby?”
This hit a nerve.
Bobby visibly flinched at the sound of her full name, and glared at Prudence with such intense heat that if looks could kill, Prudence would’ve been nothing but a low pile of dirt.
‘ as she should be’ thought Bobby savagely, dreaming of the vision where Prudence were to be vaporized by lasers and bombed by several missiles.
Bobby Barnaby despised people bringing out old taunts, alluding to her past.
Anger boiled it’s way through Bobby’s bones, and adrenaline pumped in her veins, she was THIS close to throwing out the unwanted intruder out to the streets.
But before Bobby could unleash her fury, Prudence ever so gracefully slinked out of the kitchen, with the phone to her ear signifying she had a phone call to make, leaving the trio at peace.
Kaylee and Sherry Lynn, glanced warily at each other as they could practically see Bobby shake with anger and frustration, ready to pounce on anyone who said the wrong thing. After a grueling few seconds, Sherry Lynn decided to break the tensed ice.
“You know what? I’m still hungry.”
27.7.09
The Deception of Truth Chapter 5
A/N: An excuse for me to practise my English writing skills for English 1 and English 2. :P
Claimer: This story, it's plot and characters are mine. My twisted brain, meshed reality with fantasy, alluded memoirs and dreams together to give me this, so please do not borrow or take or steal anything. If you do,may winged monkeys with rabies plague you for eternity.
And now, to get on with the story.
Chapter 5
Kaylee watched as Sherry Lynn, slowly, ever so slowly open the pocket. Her brown-haired friend then took out a card exactly the same that she was currently holding. Hazel eyes metamorphosed into a cold chilling colour, as she read the bold lines encrypted into the plastic card in her hand.
“We’re being invigilated?” asked Sherry Lynn, her hazel eyes flashing with an emotion that mirrored the inner turm oil in Kaylee's.
A startled cry pierced the air, followed by a clatter of pots and pans. A girl of 19 years of age stood at the other side of the room, spectacles magnifying the taken aback look in her dark coffee irises.
“We’re being invigilated?” echoed the be-spectacled girl.
“Apparently, yes.” answered Kaylee in a disdained dripped tone.
“Invigilated?” wide eyed with disbelief, Sherry Lynn jabbed at the card that she held.
Kaylee nodded her head sadly :
“I know, right?”
There the brunette across the room chose to ask eagerly trying to find what Kaylee and Sherry Lynn were talking about:
“Invigilated by who?”
“Read your file, will you?”
Exasperated Kaylee threw a blue file with a long label to the girl, again repeating instructions where to find the abominable card.
Bobby caught the file with ease and expertise, like catching a Frisbee, quickly fishing out a card similar to Kaylee’s and Sherry’s.
Reading the inscription on the card, Bobby’s eyes immediately widen to the extent of nearly popping out, while her mouth gaped unbelievingly; making her seem like a fish.
“No way. Of all people we get Puny Prudey ?”
Bobby practically screamed, still wide eyed. Not that Kaylee could blame her.
Prudence Bliche had an infamous reputation for being a very by-the-book agent ever produced by the company. Her inane compensation of being able to spot mistakes in reports and schedules of her fellow graduates during her academy years, training for the company, had caught the administrator’s eyes.
At first she had been training with the Technology Researcher’s Unit with Kaylee, but had been changed courses to a more suitable course, in the administration strategic station, or what Kaylee referred to ‘ the Donkey’s stable’. Prudence being Prudence, had chosen the course that would give her a sure amount of power over her peers; invigilating.
Being an invigilator, would mean that Prudence had to check on any teams she wanted, staying with them through out the course of a mission, to observe, note down and also determine the fate of the teams; giving her the authority to either suspend a whole team and send them through a grueling course, dedicated to re-boot an agent’s self worth and reputation.
For this reason alone, teams had long learned to despise the ever-coming inevitable visit of the dreaded invigilator.
That’s what Sherry Lynn felt. Dread and frustration curling up within her abdomen, Sherry did not want an invigilator to come and scrutinize the trio. A dash of anger, hit her squarely on the chest, as she came to realize something and voiced it out with an incredulous tone:
“Why do we need to be invigilated, anyhow?”
A voice that did not belong to either of the three girls sitting around the table, rang through the kitchen doorway, answering Sherry Lynn’s question promptly.
“ A question with such an obvious answer.”
Claimer: This story, it's plot and characters are mine. My twisted brain, meshed reality with fantasy, alluded memoirs and dreams together to give me this, so please do not borrow or take or steal anything. If you do,may winged monkeys with rabies plague you for eternity.
And now, to get on with the story.
Chapter 5
Kaylee watched as Sherry Lynn, slowly, ever so slowly open the pocket. Her brown-haired friend then took out a card exactly the same that she was currently holding. Hazel eyes metamorphosed into a cold chilling colour, as she read the bold lines encrypted into the plastic card in her hand.
“We’re being invigilated?” asked Sherry Lynn, her hazel eyes flashing with an emotion that mirrored the inner turm oil in Kaylee's.
A startled cry pierced the air, followed by a clatter of pots and pans. A girl of 19 years of age stood at the other side of the room, spectacles magnifying the taken aback look in her dark coffee irises.
“We’re being invigilated?” echoed the be-spectacled girl.
“Apparently, yes.” answered Kaylee in a disdained dripped tone.
“Invigilated?” wide eyed with disbelief, Sherry Lynn jabbed at the card that she held.
Kaylee nodded her head sadly :
“I know, right?”
There the brunette across the room chose to ask eagerly trying to find what Kaylee and Sherry Lynn were talking about:
“Invigilated by who?”
“Read your file, will you?”
Exasperated Kaylee threw a blue file with a long label to the girl, again repeating instructions where to find the abominable card.
Bobby caught the file with ease and expertise, like catching a Frisbee, quickly fishing out a card similar to Kaylee’s and Sherry’s.
Reading the inscription on the card, Bobby’s eyes immediately widen to the extent of nearly popping out, while her mouth gaped unbelievingly; making her seem like a fish.
“No way. Of all people we get Puny Prudey ?”
Bobby practically screamed, still wide eyed. Not that Kaylee could blame her.
Prudence Bliche had an infamous reputation for being a very by-the-book agent ever produced by the company. Her inane compensation of being able to spot mistakes in reports and schedules of her fellow graduates during her academy years, training for the company, had caught the administrator’s eyes.
At first she had been training with the Technology Researcher’s Unit with Kaylee, but had been changed courses to a more suitable course, in the administration strategic station, or what Kaylee referred to ‘ the Donkey’s stable’. Prudence being Prudence, had chosen the course that would give her a sure amount of power over her peers; invigilating.
Being an invigilator, would mean that Prudence had to check on any teams she wanted, staying with them through out the course of a mission, to observe, note down and also determine the fate of the teams; giving her the authority to either suspend a whole team and send them through a grueling course, dedicated to re-boot an agent’s self worth and reputation.
For this reason alone, teams had long learned to despise the ever-coming inevitable visit of the dreaded invigilator.
That’s what Sherry Lynn felt. Dread and frustration curling up within her abdomen, Sherry did not want an invigilator to come and scrutinize the trio. A dash of anger, hit her squarely on the chest, as she came to realize something and voiced it out with an incredulous tone:
“Why do we need to be invigilated, anyhow?”
A voice that did not belong to either of the three girls sitting around the table, rang through the kitchen doorway, answering Sherry Lynn’s question promptly.
“ A question with such an obvious answer.”
24.7.09
The Deception of Truth. Chapter 3 and Chapter 4
Chapter 3
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Bobby whipped her head to her right.
“Why’d you stop me from giving that old hoot a piece of my mind?” she said heatedly to her onyx eyed friend who was still staring at the floor.
Her friend looked at her, stared straight at her in the eye, smiled and said
“Because.”
“Right.”, replied Bobby to the simple answer, a very frustrated tone intertwined in between her words and letters.
The tense air, which always seemed to lead to an explosive argument between her two friends, felt suffocating to Sherry Lynn. Quickly searching for something to calm her hot-headed companions Sherry Lynn opened her mouth and said.
“I’m hungry.”
The reaction was instant.
It was as if ice water had been splayed over her two friends and both of them stared at her in disbelief for a moment,(and you could nearly see the sweat drop on their heads) then at each other, before simultaneously answering the statement.
“When are you not?”
Forgetting the tense argument that had been budding, Bobby and Kaylee high-fived at the sight of their retort; making Sherry Lynn glare at them both.
“I’ll take that as my cue, hey do you guys know where the pasta is?” smirked Bobby as she wiped here hands from imaginary dust.
“How should we know? You’re the chef of the house.” stated Sherry Lynn, and it was true.
Out of the the three girls, Bobby was the one who cooked all the meals, excluding breakfast. It wasn’t like anyone forced her to, it was just that neither of her two housemates were what was called ‘kitchen-friendly’. In other words, Sherry Lynn couldn’t cook to save her life, while Kaylee was an accident just waiting to happen.
Receiving Sherry Lynn’s comment with a shrug, Bobby looked on to Kaylee who seemed to be in deep thought. After what seemed a few seconds, Kaylee finally looked up to Bobby and said in a confused tone:
“Dude, we have pasta?”
Both Sherry Lynn and Bobby wisely chose to ignore Kaylee’s question, and retreated into the kitchen; leaving their queer friend to ramble to herself about pasta.
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And now, a rare treat. after the proddings of gman. (Majal kau 'wang!!!)
Chapter 4
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The kitchen was a quaint place, with a breakfast island and a small dining table for 6 people, it was a very comfortable dwelling. A humming refridgerator, was cornered by cupboards filled with various utensils. Of which they were rummaged through by Bobby Barnaby who was still searching in vain for the missing pasta.
Bobby shifted through boxes of food mixings and cereal, the cans of compressed food but still could not find her treasure.
“Why not just cook something else?” said a voice behind her, hungrily. Sherry Lynn had just spent five minutes staring at her friend’s search for the pasta and though she was amused by Bobby’s antics she was hungry, and a hungry Sherry Lynn was an irritable Sherry Lynn. She sat at the table, her fingers tapping the surface trying to distract herself from the gnawing feeling that was sinking in her stomach.
“’Cause Sherry I want to eat pasta.” Came Bobby’s gruff reply as she was bent over desperately looking for her craved food.
“ We should hire a detective.” Stated a smirking Kaylee Crawford who had just appeared near the archway, startling both of the kitchen’s dwellers with her sudden appearance..
“ Well, we are spies, aren’t we?” asked Bobby in retaliation.
“Yep.” chirped Kaylee, completely ignoring the sarcasm, joining Sherry at the table, with files in her hand.
Grumbling to herself about her cravings for pasta, Bobby returned back to her futile search for the ‘long stringy brittle run-aways’.
Kaylee flipped open one of the blue files she had brought, that had her name on it, scanning each line with her onyx eyes.
“Looks like our target’s a big shot “ observed Sherry who was peeping at Kaylee’s file.
“Read your own file!” snapped Kaylee.
“Oh, fine.”
Sherry sighed as she opened her dreary file.
‘Hmm… seems like a lot of research work… poor Kaylee.’ Thought Sherry as she glanced at the amount of paperwork and data presented, needed to be researched and exploited by the team.
‘No wonder she’s so tense.’ Sherry glanced at her team mate, and saw Kaylee pinch her nose hard as if getting a migraine just by reading the pages of assignment for her to do.
Sherry Lynn thanked god that she wasn’t a techie.
Each team from the ‘company’ (or so they called it) had to have atleast two infiltrators and minimum one technical advisor or for a shorter term a ‘techie’.
For Sherry’s team, the infiltrators were Sherry and Bobby whilst Kaylee was the team’s techie.
Infiltrators were the ones who ‘infiltrated’ the ‘enemy’s den’ by any possible way. Be it such through bribes, parties, or seduction, it was the infiltrators mission to get in and get out unscathed no matter the consequences. It was mandatory for them to master the art of disguise, martial arts and even the science of manipulating the psychological working of the human mind. For them to be able to do this, they needed a techie.
A techie worked ‘behind the curtains’. Techies were the ones recording the progress of the mission, marking each discovery and eventually sending in full reports of the mission back to the company. They provided the Infiltrators information from what they’ve researched on each character that was connected to the target and also the target itself, as the company did not dish out much information to their field teams. This was an extra precaution for the company, as if the team was caught, the company would have no connection to the fallen team.
“It’d be like we never existed.” Remarked Sherry dryly in her realm of thoughts, as she pondered what would happen if her team was caught.
“Unbeleivable!” penetrated a voice through Sherry’s mind.
Snapping back to the realm of reality, Sherry’s focus was attached to her brown-haired friend who was glaring a piece of card with a very intense look in her onyx eyes. Confused Sherry asked:
“What?”
“Look at the front pocket, in front. At the file cover.”
Sherry Lynn did as she was instructed.
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Bobby whipped her head to her right.
“Why’d you stop me from giving that old hoot a piece of my mind?” she said heatedly to her onyx eyed friend who was still staring at the floor.
Her friend looked at her, stared straight at her in the eye, smiled and said
“Because.”
“Right.”, replied Bobby to the simple answer, a very frustrated tone intertwined in between her words and letters.
The tense air, which always seemed to lead to an explosive argument between her two friends, felt suffocating to Sherry Lynn. Quickly searching for something to calm her hot-headed companions Sherry Lynn opened her mouth and said.
“I’m hungry.”
The reaction was instant.
It was as if ice water had been splayed over her two friends and both of them stared at her in disbelief for a moment,(and you could nearly see the sweat drop on their heads) then at each other, before simultaneously answering the statement.
“When are you not?”
Forgetting the tense argument that had been budding, Bobby and Kaylee high-fived at the sight of their retort; making Sherry Lynn glare at them both.
“I’ll take that as my cue, hey do you guys know where the pasta is?” smirked Bobby as she wiped here hands from imaginary dust.
“How should we know? You’re the chef of the house.” stated Sherry Lynn, and it was true.
Out of the the three girls, Bobby was the one who cooked all the meals, excluding breakfast. It wasn’t like anyone forced her to, it was just that neither of her two housemates were what was called ‘kitchen-friendly’. In other words, Sherry Lynn couldn’t cook to save her life, while Kaylee was an accident just waiting to happen.
Receiving Sherry Lynn’s comment with a shrug, Bobby looked on to Kaylee who seemed to be in deep thought. After what seemed a few seconds, Kaylee finally looked up to Bobby and said in a confused tone:
“Dude, we have pasta?”
Both Sherry Lynn and Bobby wisely chose to ignore Kaylee’s question, and retreated into the kitchen; leaving their queer friend to ramble to herself about pasta.
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And now, a rare treat. after the proddings of gman. (Majal kau 'wang!!!)
Chapter 4
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The kitchen was a quaint place, with a breakfast island and a small dining table for 6 people, it was a very comfortable dwelling. A humming refridgerator, was cornered by cupboards filled with various utensils. Of which they were rummaged through by Bobby Barnaby who was still searching in vain for the missing pasta.
Bobby shifted through boxes of food mixings and cereal, the cans of compressed food but still could not find her treasure.
“Why not just cook something else?” said a voice behind her, hungrily. Sherry Lynn had just spent five minutes staring at her friend’s search for the pasta and though she was amused by Bobby’s antics she was hungry, and a hungry Sherry Lynn was an irritable Sherry Lynn. She sat at the table, her fingers tapping the surface trying to distract herself from the gnawing feeling that was sinking in her stomach.
“’Cause Sherry I want to eat pasta.” Came Bobby’s gruff reply as she was bent over desperately looking for her craved food.
“ We should hire a detective.” Stated a smirking Kaylee Crawford who had just appeared near the archway, startling both of the kitchen’s dwellers with her sudden appearance..
“ Well, we are spies, aren’t we?” asked Bobby in retaliation.
“Yep.” chirped Kaylee, completely ignoring the sarcasm, joining Sherry at the table, with files in her hand.
Grumbling to herself about her cravings for pasta, Bobby returned back to her futile search for the ‘long stringy brittle run-aways’.
Kaylee flipped open one of the blue files she had brought, that had her name on it, scanning each line with her onyx eyes.
“Looks like our target’s a big shot “ observed Sherry who was peeping at Kaylee’s file.
“Read your own file!” snapped Kaylee.
“Oh, fine.”
Sherry sighed as she opened her dreary file.
‘Hmm… seems like a lot of research work… poor Kaylee.’ Thought Sherry as she glanced at the amount of paperwork and data presented, needed to be researched and exploited by the team.
‘No wonder she’s so tense.’ Sherry glanced at her team mate, and saw Kaylee pinch her nose hard as if getting a migraine just by reading the pages of assignment for her to do.
Sherry Lynn thanked god that she wasn’t a techie.
Each team from the ‘company’ (or so they called it) had to have atleast two infiltrators and minimum one technical advisor or for a shorter term a ‘techie’.
For Sherry’s team, the infiltrators were Sherry and Bobby whilst Kaylee was the team’s techie.
Infiltrators were the ones who ‘infiltrated’ the ‘enemy’s den’ by any possible way. Be it such through bribes, parties, or seduction, it was the infiltrators mission to get in and get out unscathed no matter the consequences. It was mandatory for them to master the art of disguise, martial arts and even the science of manipulating the psychological working of the human mind. For them to be able to do this, they needed a techie.
A techie worked ‘behind the curtains’. Techies were the ones recording the progress of the mission, marking each discovery and eventually sending in full reports of the mission back to the company. They provided the Infiltrators information from what they’ve researched on each character that was connected to the target and also the target itself, as the company did not dish out much information to their field teams. This was an extra precaution for the company, as if the team was caught, the company would have no connection to the fallen team.
“It’d be like we never existed.” Remarked Sherry dryly in her realm of thoughts, as she pondered what would happen if her team was caught.
“Unbeleivable!” penetrated a voice through Sherry’s mind.
Snapping back to the realm of reality, Sherry’s focus was attached to her brown-haired friend who was glaring a piece of card with a very intense look in her onyx eyes. Confused Sherry asked:
“What?”
“Look at the front pocket, in front. At the file cover.”
Sherry Lynn did as she was instructed.
17.7.09
A rant
I haven't been paying attention to my blog for a while. And I do mean a while. Sue me.
I was really intending to update the story. I really was....
BUT
that was before I saw my Gourmet Points.
My writing mood totally evaporated into a vacuum, and I was cast into a thunderstorm of FRUSTRATION.
For three days, the stupid application had kept informing me it could NOT establish connection and even dared suggest for me to update my flash player.
For three days:
THREE DAYS.
Dude, seriously.
Three days, THREE DAYS.
And now because of that I've fallen far from my aim.
Staring at those tiny absurdly-clothed people made up of megabytes walk in and out of my lot meeting head on with my small army who were armed with pots and sore feet, I felt my eye twitch.
It could have been due my restless eyes glaring at the lit screen for to long without blinking,
but it's way more amusing to think it was because I felt very exasperated.
And I was exasperated, trust me I was.
I was so frustrated with the over-dramatically slow walking of my staff, the over-rated complaint of slow-service and even the wierd styled avatars driving over old, unreasonably shiny cars.
AND
Honestly, who sells carrots at the price of $3800? Who does?
Well, I'll tell you who. It's that wretched vege-hawker by the side of my restaurant that's who. She waves her darn vegs like flags, as if anyone would be interested in her grossly expensive 'fresh' ingredients.
Fresh, my butt.
You know what, Veg Waving Lady? I'm gonna buy from India. Yea, India. Way cheaper, and FRESH.
Not like you, you blood-sucking wretched urchin.
And don't even get me started with those petty creatures we call "customers".
They come and go as they please, demanding food at absurdly short instances, and paying all of the services and food with a measly $2.
Two dollars.
What kind of lousy payment is that? Your talking about bowls that are so big they fill the whole table and you're paying like two dollars. What about those poor waiters/ waitresses who have to carry those darn heavy food to you or even those tired chefs who bust their butts just giving you your darn 2 dollars worth? And also the worn knees of the cleaner(s) who has to clean the marks that you and your darn shoes bring to my clean abode of refreshments?
Not that I'm saying the employees in that restaurant is all that innocent.
Infact, they too are guilty of treason and ungratefulness.
You employees, work. I admit you do your work. Yet you do not do it with the vigor or appreciation that I myself had hoped for. Come on, I've (literally) fed you, I've even timed myself so you wouldn't need to suffer that prolonged torture of having your energy level drop lower than 50.
Every 15 minutes, and I reward you all a whole glass of water costing $60 each.
$60 x 8 =$480
That's like cyber-murder, seriously.
Over-priced goods, under-entusiastic workers and unbelievably slow-collecting gourmet points.
And yes, you've probably guessed by now that I've just spent about a few minutes worth of words into this blog about that wretched mind addicting game.
This world is coming to a short coming ends with those sad stingy impatient twerps and underpaid un-enthusiasts..
or maybe that's just me. :) (which is almost always the case when it's associated with me)
I was really intending to update the story. I really was....
BUT
that was before I saw my Gourmet Points.
My writing mood totally evaporated into a vacuum, and I was cast into a thunderstorm of FRUSTRATION.
For three days, the stupid application had kept informing me it could NOT establish connection and even dared suggest for me to update my flash player.
For three days:
THREE DAYS.
Dude, seriously.
Three days, THREE DAYS.
And now because of that I've fallen far from my aim.
Staring at those tiny absurdly-clothed people made up of megabytes walk in and out of my lot meeting head on with my small army who were armed with pots and sore feet, I felt my eye twitch.
It could have been due my restless eyes glaring at the lit screen for to long without blinking,
but it's way more amusing to think it was because I felt very exasperated.
And I was exasperated, trust me I was.
I was so frustrated with the over-dramatically slow walking of my staff, the over-rated complaint of slow-service and even the wierd styled avatars driving over old, unreasonably shiny cars.
AND
Honestly, who sells carrots at the price of $3800? Who does?
Well, I'll tell you who. It's that wretched vege-hawker by the side of my restaurant that's who. She waves her darn vegs like flags, as if anyone would be interested in her grossly expensive 'fresh' ingredients.
Fresh, my butt.
You know what, Veg Waving Lady? I'm gonna buy from India. Yea, India. Way cheaper, and FRESH.
Not like you, you blood-sucking wretched urchin.
And don't even get me started with those petty creatures we call "customers".
They come and go as they please, demanding food at absurdly short instances, and paying all of the services and food with a measly $2.
Two dollars.
What kind of lousy payment is that? Your talking about bowls that are so big they fill the whole table and you're paying like two dollars. What about those poor waiters/ waitresses who have to carry those darn heavy food to you or even those tired chefs who bust their butts just giving you your darn 2 dollars worth? And also the worn knees of the cleaner(s) who has to clean the marks that you and your darn shoes bring to my clean abode of refreshments?
Not that I'm saying the employees in that restaurant is all that innocent.
Infact, they too are guilty of treason and ungratefulness.
You employees, work. I admit you do your work. Yet you do not do it with the vigor or appreciation that I myself had hoped for. Come on, I've (literally) fed you, I've even timed myself so you wouldn't need to suffer that prolonged torture of having your energy level drop lower than 50.
Every 15 minutes, and I reward you all a whole glass of water costing $60 each.
$60 x 8 =$480
That's like cyber-murder, seriously.
Over-priced goods, under-entusiastic workers and unbelievably slow-collecting gourmet points.
And yes, you've probably guessed by now that I've just spent about a few minutes worth of words into this blog about that wretched mind addicting game.
This world is coming to a short coming ends with those sad stingy impatient twerps and underpaid un-enthusiasts..
or maybe that's just me. :) (which is almost always the case when it's associated with me)
4.7.09
The Deception of Truth. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The small remote whirred and beeped like an ambulance having a fit, making sure the sound it emitted was heard through out the whole house: from the kitchen where Bobby was currently busy preparing for dinner to the bedrooms upstairs where they seldom resided.
Sherry and Kaylee simultaneously glanced at the ringing device; that rang with an insistent annoying beep, and then looked away. Both were preoccupied with the view of their familiar living room; pointedly ignoring the ringing remote
Kaylee sat and stared at the wall, which was adorned with several pictures of natural sites of beauty; her favourite was the beautiful picturesque of a forest the three friend had gone on an ‘assignment’. The picture was hauntingly beautiful in it’s black and white glory, with all the leaves swaying to a non-visible whispering wind, twigs laying about marking unknown territories and trees bent into an archway alluding the scene to seem like a corridor leading to hidden secrets or maybe an escape from reality.
Sherry Lynn simply snatched a magazine which had laid ontop of the messy coffee table in front of the couch and proceeded to ‘read’. After reading a page from the magazine, Sherry snorted with laughter.
‘Oh how misfortunate for those wealthy brats to have accidentally worn the same dress!’ thought Sherry Lynn with dry humour as she read the overdramatic reaction and reason for a catfight between two teen-stars.
“You guys gonna answer that?” called Bobby who was busy trying to find pasta in their kitchen. Silence met her question as both teens in the living room acted as if they couldn’t hear her which was impossible since the kitchen had an open archway leading towards the living room.
Sighing with frustration, Bobby abandoned her search and stalked to the living room; annoyed by the pollution of sound made by the wretched device.
Snatching the remote from the coffee table, where it laid inside a puddle of magazines, Bobby played with the thought of throwing the remote away but her conscience got through to her. She clicked the enter button on the remote while pointing it to the Television sitting opposite them all.
Immediately the Television came to life, showing a man who sat behind a forbidding looking desk with sitting primly faced with a stoic expression of a terse and ‘by-the-book’ air.
“Took you long enough to answer that machine.” stated the man, his tool bar moustache twitching slightly as a brisk voice escaped his frowning lips.
No one answered his statement.
Cold harsh eyes surveying the three girls and the living room from the glass of the TV set, stopped and focused on an object which laid innocently on top of the coffee table: Sherry Lynn’s file.
He stared hard at them all, from Kaylee who sat at the far right determinedly staring at the floor, to Bobby whose expression practically said ‘screw you’ and finally reaching Sherry Lynn staring blankly at the opposite wall.
“I see you’ve gotten your files, have you read them?” the man asked, his eyes getting smaller as his frown became more pronounced through the screen. Pixel after pixel delivering a very loud message of contempt.
“Obviously you haven’t, you silly girls wouldn’t have gone passed the first page.”
barked the voice, making the three girls either clench their fists or bite their tongue or for Bobby’s case raise a very arched eyebrow towards the man.
“Well, maybe your company shouldn’t have picked us ‘silly little girls’ for this work then.”
Bobby’s answer pierced the air, her eyes shining behind the shield of her spectacles, giving off an air of danger which was readily recognized by her two friend both at her side.
“I’d like to remind all of you, that as long as you are binded by the contract you had readily signed you will treat me with respect!” raised the man, anger again portrayed by the twitching of his moustache and pursed lips.
Bobby again opened her mouth to retort, but was silenced by the pinch and the slight shake of the head at her right side; Kaylee's side. An obvious plea for her to stop before things got out of hand. Looking away from the screen, Bobby opted for silence as the best defense.
The man took her silence as defeat.
“Now, the mission you are going to be handling is a case classified B Omega, you will handle this case with care. The objective is to capture, interrogate and eliminate.” he spoke decisively, cutting the air with the curtness of his words.
“We expect the information to be handed in the moment of duration given. I strongly suggest you to start reading that file before attempting this mission.” His eyes grew smaller, pronouncing the crow foot at the side of his face more than ever. Tensely he re-opened his mouth letting out the last words.
“Failure is not an option.”
And with that the Television set went blank.
The small remote whirred and beeped like an ambulance having a fit, making sure the sound it emitted was heard through out the whole house: from the kitchen where Bobby was currently busy preparing for dinner to the bedrooms upstairs where they seldom resided.
Sherry and Kaylee simultaneously glanced at the ringing device; that rang with an insistent annoying beep, and then looked away. Both were preoccupied with the view of their familiar living room; pointedly ignoring the ringing remote
Kaylee sat and stared at the wall, which was adorned with several pictures of natural sites of beauty; her favourite was the beautiful picturesque of a forest the three friend had gone on an ‘assignment’. The picture was hauntingly beautiful in it’s black and white glory, with all the leaves swaying to a non-visible whispering wind, twigs laying about marking unknown territories and trees bent into an archway alluding the scene to seem like a corridor leading to hidden secrets or maybe an escape from reality.
Sherry Lynn simply snatched a magazine which had laid ontop of the messy coffee table in front of the couch and proceeded to ‘read’. After reading a page from the magazine, Sherry snorted with laughter.
‘Oh how misfortunate for those wealthy brats to have accidentally worn the same dress!’ thought Sherry Lynn with dry humour as she read the overdramatic reaction and reason for a catfight between two teen-stars.
“You guys gonna answer that?” called Bobby who was busy trying to find pasta in their kitchen. Silence met her question as both teens in the living room acted as if they couldn’t hear her which was impossible since the kitchen had an open archway leading towards the living room.
Sighing with frustration, Bobby abandoned her search and stalked to the living room; annoyed by the pollution of sound made by the wretched device.
Snatching the remote from the coffee table, where it laid inside a puddle of magazines, Bobby played with the thought of throwing the remote away but her conscience got through to her. She clicked the enter button on the remote while pointing it to the Television sitting opposite them all.
Immediately the Television came to life, showing a man who sat behind a forbidding looking desk with sitting primly faced with a stoic expression of a terse and ‘by-the-book’ air.
“Took you long enough to answer that machine.” stated the man, his tool bar moustache twitching slightly as a brisk voice escaped his frowning lips.
No one answered his statement.
Cold harsh eyes surveying the three girls and the living room from the glass of the TV set, stopped and focused on an object which laid innocently on top of the coffee table: Sherry Lynn’s file.
He stared hard at them all, from Kaylee who sat at the far right determinedly staring at the floor, to Bobby whose expression practically said ‘screw you’ and finally reaching Sherry Lynn staring blankly at the opposite wall.
“I see you’ve gotten your files, have you read them?” the man asked, his eyes getting smaller as his frown became more pronounced through the screen. Pixel after pixel delivering a very loud message of contempt.
“Obviously you haven’t, you silly girls wouldn’t have gone passed the first page.”
barked the voice, making the three girls either clench their fists or bite their tongue or for Bobby’s case raise a very arched eyebrow towards the man.
“Well, maybe your company shouldn’t have picked us ‘silly little girls’ for this work then.”
Bobby’s answer pierced the air, her eyes shining behind the shield of her spectacles, giving off an air of danger which was readily recognized by her two friend both at her side.
“I’d like to remind all of you, that as long as you are binded by the contract you had readily signed you will treat me with respect!” raised the man, anger again portrayed by the twitching of his moustache and pursed lips.
Bobby again opened her mouth to retort, but was silenced by the pinch and the slight shake of the head at her right side; Kaylee's side. An obvious plea for her to stop before things got out of hand. Looking away from the screen, Bobby opted for silence as the best defense.
The man took her silence as defeat.
“Now, the mission you are going to be handling is a case classified B Omega, you will handle this case with care. The objective is to capture, interrogate and eliminate.” he spoke decisively, cutting the air with the curtness of his words.
“We expect the information to be handed in the moment of duration given. I strongly suggest you to start reading that file before attempting this mission.” His eyes grew smaller, pronouncing the crow foot at the side of his face more than ever. Tensely he re-opened his mouth letting out the last words.
“Failure is not an option.”
And with that the Television set went blank.
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