zhui xing 1

Hey i have edited this post due to well, u noe who...

hello! how do u tink of my new blogskin?
i love bleach! aniway sch's quite tiring n i dun hav much time to update...
i decided to write a new long story!!!
but b4 i continue juz updating my life so far...

haiz is a word i use quite frequently nowadays...
i dunno if i shd major in chinese or social work?
ani ideas? i m so lost...
i am trying to finish all my readings but i cant even make myself start reading....
life is... haiz....

aniway... i decide to write a story called "starcaptors"
it is actually sth i havee an idea on in christmas...
so think i will continue it
n IT IS A FANTASY STORY!!!
it means that i can do anithg i like... even if it is illogical!!!!
so let's start with e biodata n e prologue for 2day...
not sure when will update but i will!

so now characters...

let's start....

character 1:

宫本宝藏 treasure
female; pisces; water; bicolour quartz
dominant word: i believe...
use a samurai sword and control water...

character 2:

乌米 wumi
male; taurus; earth; amazonite
dominant word: i have...
uses bow and arrows and have incredible strength

character 3:

莎拉公主 p.sala
female; leo; wind; fire; opal
dominant word: i will...
uses a wand*she requested that i changed it :p* and control wind

character 4:

孙小美 xiaomei
female; leo; fire; labradorite
dominant word: i will...
uses a red spear and control fire.


that's all for now abt the characters...

so now prologue....

The legend

It is passed on for more than thousands of years within the country "stars". One day, the country will face threats from demons of another dimension. No one knows when but they just know it will happen. Then four warriors with special abilities and different control of elements will meet with the help of an elf. they will then find the legendary gem "zhuixing". The gem will then be used with the combine strength of the four and save the country...


ok, that's all for now... sounds stupid like rpg? i tink so too :p
well, then again... i will continue it....

shooting stars

hey, sch starts
n well, my sis's exams is tis wk as well.
4 now, i m busy n tired
well, juz a song lyrics i wat 2 share
i heard it some time ago n i love it.

"shooting stars " by boyzone
it is a song from "Hercules"

i love e lyrics!
maybe it's 2 close to my life?
i dunno
so far, i can say my life is quite smooth
but there are instances when i juz wat 2 remain fallen
or fall even down
but let's juz say i m a coward
well, life's improved rite?

now i have more close friends
u noe who u re
mayb i m a difficult person 2 like.
i noe ppl get along w mi
but not many ppl noe what i tink or feel
n some even says hurting stuff
but they tink that i will always smile n not get angry?

at home, i m always e one
who need anger management? :P
mayb cause i m e oldest.

i m not a gentle person.
i m sometimes insensitive
but i try 2 b better n let's hope that i improve.

be happy. be safe. belong.
i like tis saying.

ok, e lyrics...


No one seems to think too much of me hereand they're glad to tell it to my face
And they're right I'm not supposed to be here
completely out of place
Somehow there has got to be a reason
Even as I try to think it through


There's a bolt from the blue
And I see a shooting star
(And I see a star)
Set apart from all the rest
While the other stars are standing still
(ooh)He's on a quest


Every night this shooting star
(Every night this star)
Dance across the twilight sky
Cause he knows he doesn't quite fit in
(ooh)And he's longing to know why, why
(longing to know why)


I feel so much better when it's night time
That's when I can sort of disappear
When the sun is set and it's the right time
For pretending I'm not here
Sometimes I just stare into the heavens
Wondering if the answer is inside


That's when I see the light
Of my sent that shooting star
On his way to who know's where
(On his way to who know's where)
He's so unlike all the stars (ooh)
But he outshines out there (shines out there)
And the solitary star (solitary star)
Is an awful lot like me (ooh)
On an endless search in time and space
For a place that won't seem wrong (place that won't seem wrong)


If we both hang on for long enough
We both somehow are strong enough
We'll find out where we belong

fresh start!!!

hey how was it?
first time i try it!
i mean change the blogskin by myself!!!
sorry wenya! i din use e one you edit cause i can't make the posts appear
so sorrie
well, did i do it rite?

well, a short update of my life....
i m now at nus's fass
well, most likely majoring in chinese
n i want to wish the two leos a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
going kbox on sun and sch starting nxt mon....
wow! time passes fast n soon, i will b looking 4 a part time job
anione have any ideas to share muz tell mi ok?
at least leave atag or email mi ok!!!

life is...

hey, i dunno why but i just feel sad 2day after watching 绿光森林 when sophie knows that she is going to die. it's juz so sad...



life is like a book.
sometimes it is exciting while sometimes it is boring.
some are touching while others are sad.
they are some which have only facts while others are full of tales.


what kind of life would anyone like?

a exciting book?
one full of adventures? fighting? killing?
well, one can always be the good guy, no matter what.

a romance novel?
well, one with the girl and guy fall in love and face with so many problems?
but hey, at least they live happily ever after.

a science fiction book?
where everyone of your enemies are invanders from other planet?
well, you can always be the hero who killed every one of the aliens?
as well as be the one who befriended the aliens though it never happened in reality.

a fantasy book?
and you can be the prince or princess with your own country to rule.
or you can be a lady knight, fighting for your rights?

well, you can also be a textbook.
your life is full of facts and routines.
well, everything you do will never change.

or you can be one of the non-fiction books
where everything is the same and waiting to be discovered.

boring, you will say for some of the books.
but think again, do you really want to have a life that is full of surprises?
one that is always touching, causing readers to cry?
or do you want one that it is boring and always the same?
one that tears and unexpected events will not happen?

well, life is certainly like a book...
maybe that's why there are things called biographies? :P
what do you think?

The “ghost” story

hey i m at home all day. school's starting and so many things to do later. so while i had the time, i decided to rite this lame story. okay, let's hope that my leg healed up quickly :p (just another lame joke!) aniway, any ideas on what presents and cards to give our 2 leos? someone give mi ideas! n we are not going 2 esplande i think miss wenya. n i noe u wat a special gift. maybe you giv mi ideas for xinying's present and xinying giv mi ideas 4 wenya's gift? others please give mi ideas!!!
okay, i m nagging...

on with the"ghost" story

“Hey, are you sure you want to go to the toilet now?” a girl whispered to another girl besides her.
“Yeah, Helen. I need to get the comb I left there this morning. I only bring one. And this is the nearest toilet from the campsite,” the other girl just replied softly.
“But, Anna, the senior just told us of the scary ghost story just now. Then you want to come here? Aren’t you scared?” Helen asked again as she gripped Anna’s hand tightly.
“I know! That’s why I ask you to come with me! Didn’t you just tell the senior that you aren’t afraid of anything?” Anna hissed yet she too was gripping Helen’s hand tightly in fear.
“Well, that was just saying before I look at this place in the dark,” Helen retorted, “look at how dark the place is. We can’t even see clearly, what’s in front of us with the torchlight. We might slam into a wall or tree if we are not careful.”
“Yeah, and the wind is blowing too much,” Anna whispered as they approached the toilet slowly.
“Hey, remembered what the senior says?” Helen asked as they finally reached the door of the toilet.
“Yeah, she says something like on a windy night. There is a girl around our age in her nightdress in the toilet. Only that this girl don’t have a head,” Anna whispered in a trembling voice.
“And the girl is yelling for help, looking for her head,” Helen continued softly, “I’m scared now, Anna.”
“Yeah, me too. But it was just a story right?” Anna gave Helen a smile that says Anna’s very scared.
“Let’s just get that hairbrush and get out of here!” Helen said as she reached out and opened the door.
The girls froze for a minute. Then they let out screams of terror and ran away, yelling incoherent words of “ghost!”
“Wait! Help! The black sweater’s buttons had tangled with my hair and my nightdress’s zip! I can’t see and it covered my head! Help me untangle it!” the “ghost” yelled.

who are you?

hi! ok, i noe i have not updated for so long when i had all the time in the world...
i am jobless and not studying in short, i'm wasting my time!!! T_T
n wat's worse i dun tink ani1 reading my blog...
well, then again it's my own fault...
i dun even rmb my blog add...
well, i noe at least wenya reading and mayb xinying

ok ok i noe i m nagging!!! but i m not ah ma lah!
i still rmb that nickname from 2 years ago mayb huant mi 4 ever?

ok i have read tsubasa bk 1 and 2 and here's a short whatever it is u call
i am so tuched and sad abt it
小狼太棒了！！！
ok, i'm going on...


a small disclaimer: i don't owe tsubasa. that's clamp's and i don't earn any profit from it...

“你是谁？”
简单的一句话，很简单的几个字，
但从她口中说出
我只感到有东西碎了
在我的胸口里，那是我的心
眼睛有点湿
感觉到有种酸酸的感觉
是要哭了吗？还是有眼泪吗？
我握着拳头，
没事没事，我对自己说，
她不会记得自己
这不是很早以前就知道的吗？
为什么要惊讶？为什么要失望？
为什么要伤心难过呢？
我强颜欢笑，微笑着说：
“我是小狼，你是小樱公主啊！”
我的目光接触到她迷惘的眼睛
看到里面的疑惑。
她什么也不记得。
我的心紧了一下。好痛！
从前那充满温柔与关心的眼神，
我再也不会见到了吧？
“小狼先生？” 她问道。
我的心又痛了！
不是说过叫名字比较亲切吗？
不是说我们是青梅竹马吗？
是啊！她都已忘了不是吗？
你还指望什么？我在心中骂自己。
有人进来了。
我悄悄离开。
我冲到大雨下。
雨水打在我身上，然后流下。
泪水也跟着从眼睛里流下。
为什么？为什么？
为什么她要忘记？
现在伤心有用吗？
哭有用吗？跑有用吗？躲有用吗？
我现在只能帮她找回其他的记忆。
这是我唯一能做的了。
就算她永远不会记的我。
只要她永远开开心心的活下去。
我已心满意足。
雨打在我身上，
我发誓，
我一定要坚强，
度过任何困难，找回她的记忆，
让她永远快乐！


so how? 小狼is so strong!!!

smile always, ling 1

Hey now 4 the 2nd entry another story but then I m doing this cause I still cant find a job….: ( wah… wah…. I m youmumingzhu…. Ok the next 1…
The Swift Killer @ "smile always, ling" part 1
by treasure
written in 10.9.04
"We had to go," he heard his father say.
Slowly, he nodded. He turned and trailed behind his father. He could hear his mother’s teary voice, reminding them to write and to return safely. He hear his little sister’s cries. He grinned slightly, trying to calm his crying heart. He bit his lips to keep his tears from flowing. He looked up at his father. There was sorrow in his father’s eyes as he looked at his son. Maybe it was wrong to bring his son with him. As if he could hear his father’s thoughts, his eight-year-old son shook his head with a look of determination in his eyes that said he was going, no matter what.
They started to walk forward, away from their beloved ones. Behind them came cries, pleas and promises. Suddenly he turned and ran back to hug his little sister and look at his mother with tears in his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his left hand, still hugging his sister’s smaller form tightly.
"Smile always, Ling?" he whispered into her ears.
With that, he pulled away from her and grinned. He gave her his saddest smile as he turned and dashed back to his father’s side. He waved at them from his father’s side and turned once more, walking away with his father. The grin on his face faded and tears flowed…..
*********twelve years later***************************
He stopped and rested in the shade of a big tree. He glanced around the clearing. He knew he was back in the village. This was the place where he had played hide-and-seek with his sister. This was the place he used to hide from his angry parents whenever he got into troubles. This place brought back memories.
He relaxed in the shadow. Somehow, the shadows of trees had been his friends for all his life. Even on that fateful day, these shadows had protected him. He loved the shadows. They gave him a sense of security. They had been saved him more than once. The darkness of the shadows protected him.
He remembered that day when his father and uncles were devastated. He remembered every details of that day. He even remembered the faces of the soldiers. He remembered every expression on his father’s face as he dropped to the ground. He remembered the smell of blood in the air. He remembered every word the general had said to them. He remembered them even when he wanted to forget.
It had been his father’s dream to give his family a better life. He was a good swordsman. He was able to lead his troop of mercenaries towards victories. He was a good leader who cared for each of his comrades. With a strength of less than fifty, the mercenaries made up the number with their skills. All of them were eager to prove themselves worthy and to earn money for their families. Yet, everything had to be taken from them as the war ended.
"You, mercenaries, are assassins! Upon the command of your Lord who is now the king of Vein Forest, you are all condemned to death! You cold-blooded murderers, get ready to receive death!" the general they once fought alongside with had declared.
That sentence still rang in his ears.he could remember how each of the expectant faces turned into bewilderment ones. After helping their lord to obtain the throne, he had betrayed them. Instead of rewards they had expected to receive at the end of the struggle of throne, they were given death! However, their bewilderment was cut short as the soldiers started to kill them.
Fortunately, even in their shock, they knew one thing. They had to save their leader’s only son and their youngest comrade. They had treated him as their very own son if they ever had one, teaching him everything they knew to him. They tried their very best to protect him. They urged, yelled, commanded and even begged him to run, to hide and to survive in order to look after the loved ones they had left behind. He was their only last wish. Leaving with no choice, he ran in the midst of the fighting as his uncles died to protect him. He ran and ran, not because he was a coward but because he had to. He stopped at a nearby bush, concealing himself as he was taught and continued to watch the battle from afar. He prayed hard for a miracle he knew that would not happen.
And it did not happen.
He struggled to stay quiet as he watched more and more uncles dropped to the ground.
They were the best fighters but outnumbered, one to ten, they still lost. He screamed in anguish in his mind, stopping any sound out of his mouth. He could not made any sounds. One little sob and all the lives of his uncles would be futile. He fought hard to choke back the sobs. It was difficult and almost impossible when he watched helplessly when his father dropped slowly to the ground.
No! no! no! He screamed in his mind, this must be a nightmare it had to be!
At that very instant, he decided to be a messenger from Hell. He was going to be a killer. He vowed to seek revenge for his betrayed loved ones. His first victim was decided. He would bring chaos to the one who caused him this grief. The one they had once brave their life for. Yet at the same time, he fought to keep himself from joining his uncles and father. He would live for them as well as for their revenge. Though his heart was still breaking, he put on his best mask, the mask of grins. With a grin, he shall have his revenge.


Still recalling but e story goes on……. next chapter will reveal more……