Ayah.
Yeah. I haven't updated for a while. A long while. I have no good reason why I haven't. Just because.
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It was a hot Monday night, hiding under the table with her small unknown sketch pad, she feels like she's in a heater. The heat's getting to her as she tries to draw a potrait of a person; making each mistake exagerated and soon she's nearly torn her sketch pad into half with frustration.
Cluttered attempts surround her and soon she's ready to explode; she's never been well known for her patience with herself. Crawling out of her hiding place, that she really is getting to long for, she's muttering to herself about the idiocy of her hand.
She's in the living room. Alone.
She knows she should go to the Tv room where the rest of her immediate family was; loitering and talking. Yet she felt a need to be alone.
So she remained.
She decides to sit on the long couch, relaxing her muscles after a tiring day at school. She hears loud voices, ringing pass through the thin glass sliding door seperating her from her family. Just like anyother day in her grandmother's house it's rowdy, noisy and nearly impossible for peace and quiet, something she craved.
Hours pass by and she gets thirsty. Dragging her legs to the kitchen to get a glass of water, she passes a scene that happened every other time. Seeing him sitting there, with a cigarette dangling between his fingers, she marches off to him and sits by sipping in the plain water.
The water trickles down her gullet as smoke travels his trachea.
Scathingly, she says smoking is bad for health. That it could lead to death.
He nods knowingly and takes a puff anyway while rubbing his stubble.
Frustrated by being ignored for what felt the hundredth time, she frowns and is ready to get up. It's always like this.He smokes, she reprimands, he shrugs it off. Always been, always is, always will.
Until he spoke.
He says the three words that she seldom hears, and though they were short and gruff, they were a shock. She's shaken and eyeing him wierdly, and instead of answering back she just nods and walks away.
"I love you."
She'd never know, she'd come to regret that for the rest of her life.
The next thing she knows it's thursday night, she's in a speeding vehicle and she doesn't care.
The next thing she knows she's clutching her cousin to stop him from screaming.
The next thing she knows she's desperately pulling on her mask.
The next thing she knows she's holding in tears.
The next thing she knows her heart's broken.
But most of all
The next thing she knows, she regrets not saying "I love you" back to her uncle.
30.9.09
1.9.09
Malay Orals.
Entering through the automatic sliding door, cold air tighlty grips your lungs.
It claws your insides out; feeding the dreadful monster you just had locked in. The monster awakens and it purrs in contempt as you make your way to the designated seating area. It crawls inside your abdomen demanding your attention and distracting you from reading the given text.
You know you should ignore it, or perhaps lock it in further.
You're now grasping the yellow card tightly.
You doubt it really shows, but the monster is now on the loose. Inside you, the monster snarls and prowls through your veins; pushing your heart, your poor tired heart, to press itself further outwards into the cage of your ribs.
You've read the text twice and in that time given you know you could've read more, if only that monster had remained in its slumber. If only you had enough sense or courage to lock the monster in a more stronger prison; an impenetrable fortress in the middle of a maze filled with dangerous conquests where not only the chance of entrance was abysmal but the chance of escape was impossible.
If only.
You hear a shuffle, and you know it's your turn soon. So soon.
It's too soon.
Your overworked heart is on overdrive as the monster places a single long-nailed finger onto on of your arteries; you fear that the arteries would cut open and you, you would slowly bleed to death.
Panic!
You could practically see red lights flashing and a siren blaring through the usually quiet abode as you place your bum squarely onto the chair.
Eyes searching for a distraction from the monster's whining, you re-read the rules and regulations pasted right infront of you. After nearly memorising them you can't help, but roll you eyes. Nobody was stupid to do that in a public place.
No one ; everybody knew the consequences. Even you did.
Thinking on the subject, another's words fill your ears.
"Relax. You'll do fine."
You can't help it; you scoff. It was easy for her to say that, she already went through it. She was probably at home. You were here. You were the finale, the person who'll suffer for being the last as they who were to judge would've heard so many answers similar to the ones your primitive mind will feebly concoct.
Diverting yourself from the troublesome thoughts that so easily plagued your now fragile mind, you hear the footsteps of one that you've known for a while. Looking up, you ask with you widen your eyes and your eyebrows rise above the status quo.
She squeezed her brown eyes, the big brown eyes that you (unfortunately) had a soft spot for, in a disgruntled way, but you see a glimmer of joy dancing in her irises and a pulsating pupil that was practically grinning.
"All the best."
Her words linger, as you yourself go to where she had been just moments ago.
Your heart is practically in your throat; you fear that you might haemorrhage right infront of the two women.
One.
They're still talking. About food.
Two. Three.
Rumble.
Four.
That was your stomach being squeezed by the monster.
Five.
You think your heat just might stop from exhaustion.
Six.
You take a seat.
You hear the woman on your left speak in a language that even after all these years of studying it, even if it was your supposedly 'mother language', you find alien.
In a split second, just like a flash, you hear what was said just an hour ago; as if you were watching a movie.
Smiling, you take a deep breath and read the text.
With each word,the monster slowly dissipates; curling into itself.
With each word, you find yourself drawing in something you didn't know you had.
With each word, you grow more confident; answering with more ease than you had thought possible.
With each word, you thank god, for the fact that you had actually listened to her.
At the end of the day, Malay orals had been better than you had dare thought.
It claws your insides out; feeding the dreadful monster you just had locked in. The monster awakens and it purrs in contempt as you make your way to the designated seating area. It crawls inside your abdomen demanding your attention and distracting you from reading the given text.
You know you should ignore it, or perhaps lock it in further.
You're now grasping the yellow card tightly.
You doubt it really shows, but the monster is now on the loose. Inside you, the monster snarls and prowls through your veins; pushing your heart, your poor tired heart, to press itself further outwards into the cage of your ribs.
You've read the text twice and in that time given you know you could've read more, if only that monster had remained in its slumber. If only you had enough sense or courage to lock the monster in a more stronger prison; an impenetrable fortress in the middle of a maze filled with dangerous conquests where not only the chance of entrance was abysmal but the chance of escape was impossible.
If only.
You hear a shuffle, and you know it's your turn soon. So soon.
It's too soon.
Your overworked heart is on overdrive as the monster places a single long-nailed finger onto on of your arteries; you fear that the arteries would cut open and you, you would slowly bleed to death.
Panic!
You could practically see red lights flashing and a siren blaring through the usually quiet abode as you place your bum squarely onto the chair.
Eyes searching for a distraction from the monster's whining, you re-read the rules and regulations pasted right infront of you. After nearly memorising them you can't help, but roll you eyes. Nobody was stupid to do that in a public place.
No one ; everybody knew the consequences. Even you did.
Thinking on the subject, another's words fill your ears.
"Relax. You'll do fine."
You can't help it; you scoff. It was easy for her to say that, she already went through it. She was probably at home. You were here. You were the finale, the person who'll suffer for being the last as they who were to judge would've heard so many answers similar to the ones your primitive mind will feebly concoct.
Diverting yourself from the troublesome thoughts that so easily plagued your now fragile mind, you hear the footsteps of one that you've known for a while. Looking up, you ask with you widen your eyes and your eyebrows rise above the status quo.
She squeezed her brown eyes, the big brown eyes that you (unfortunately) had a soft spot for, in a disgruntled way, but you see a glimmer of joy dancing in her irises and a pulsating pupil that was practically grinning.
"All the best."
Her words linger, as you yourself go to where she had been just moments ago.
Your heart is practically in your throat; you fear that you might haemorrhage right infront of the two women.
One.
They're still talking. About food.
Two. Three.
Rumble.
Four.
That was your stomach being squeezed by the monster.
Five.
You think your heat just might stop from exhaustion.
Six.
You take a seat.
You hear the woman on your left speak in a language that even after all these years of studying it, even if it was your supposedly 'mother language', you find alien.
In a split second, just like a flash, you hear what was said just an hour ago; as if you were watching a movie.
Smiling, you take a deep breath and read the text.
With each word,the monster slowly dissipates; curling into itself.
With each word, you find yourself drawing in something you didn't know you had.
With each word, you grow more confident; answering with more ease than you had thought possible.
With each word, you thank god, for the fact that you had actually listened to her.
At the end of the day, Malay orals had been better than you had dare thought.
31.7.09
A long marathon....
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?
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?
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
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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)
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