<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:10:53.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-9102680108993648211</id><published>2011-01-15T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:57:29.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm losing my direction. What's right or wrong doesn't seem to matter to me anymore. So long as I'm having fun and enjoying myself. Which is bad. I'm becoming what I hate. What I despise. No more. I'll stop. A promise to myself. I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-9102680108993648211?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/9102680108993648211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=9102680108993648211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/9102680108993648211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/9102680108993648211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-losing-my-direction.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-8191696937531199070</id><published>2010-10-24T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:57:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing down of blog XD</title><content type='html'>Heyyaaa alll. Just wanted to let anyone who's reading my forsaken blog that it'll be closing down. Not to fear though... because after SPM i'm gonna reconstruct my whole blog! MUAHAHHAA XD A new story will be written by me. Hehehe. I've got tons of ideas now and ready to lock and load. ;) Well that's all. Goodbye Bloggie. For now. XD Plkk08 signing off ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-8191696937531199070?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/8191696937531199070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=8191696937531199070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/8191696937531199070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/8191696937531199070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/10/closing-down-of-blog-xd.html' title='Closing down of blog XD'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-8798866565034027632</id><published>2010-09-16T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:27:42.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TJJSihXvBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IoGcsaJu4FA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TJJSihXvBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IoGcsaJu4FA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517563246509229538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing else needs to be said. The picture says it all. You're a great man Chris Gardner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-8798866565034027632?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/8798866565034027632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=8798866565034027632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/8798866565034027632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/8798866565034027632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-else-needs-to-be-said.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TJJSihXvBeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IoGcsaJu4FA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-6233789629909525554</id><published>2010-09-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:30:04.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder... can our instincts actually be trusted? Will it help us or.. will it be the cause of our downfall.. I'm not really sure... but for now... patience is the only thing that matters. Patience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-6233789629909525554?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/6233789629909525554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=6233789629909525554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6233789629909525554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6233789629909525554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4464700788888470387</id><published>2010-09-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:15:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know.. everyday is a mystery. One day we could be soaring high up in the sky... another day we could be down in the dumps. Everyday life throws a challenge at us. When this challenge comes at us.. we have two choices to make. Have a good day or have a bad one. How do we have a good day? By taking the challenge and overcoming it. Now, I'm not saying every challenge is going to be easy.. that's why there are always going to be bad days. But we have a choice to make more of our days good than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this? Is it to show others what I'm feeling? Nope. Is it for fun? Wrong again. I'm writing this because I find that the feelings you have in one day can quickly change on the next day. And I want to be able to relive these emotions which I'm feeling today. Call it weird. Call it dumb. But to me, writing this is like writing my honest emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm feeling now is a sense of direction(metaphorically speaking). Not to say I've never had a sense of direction previously. Just that that direction is becoming clearer. I know what I need to do. I need to first ace my exams because no matter what.. studies are always important in life. (Easier said than done. Seriously). Once I get that cleared up.. (meaning SPM) I can have more room to fit other... stuff. MAYBE stuff like a relationship. (I mean not that I need one right away. If there's no right girl..ah well there's still university. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what? I've never really thought that far.. Only until college. But I believe that once I've graduated, no amount of planning will prepare me for what's waiting for me on the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far.... throughout this year.. I have only one regret. Telling a lie to somebody special. Even though I meant it for that person's own good.. I can't help feeling I let something that could have been so special slip away. But I made that decision. I knew the risks and I took it. Hopefully one day that person will understand why I said what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once SPM is over (studies first, studies first, studies first)... I hope that that a certain someone will still be there. Though I wouldn't be surprised if no one's there waiting. I blew my chance. I don't know if I should deserve a second. Only a lucky few receives a second. I'm not usually a lucky guy... but maybe my luck could change for this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do have that last chance (I will work my backside off for that chance)... I won't waste it again. Because I know that person's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... hope the Patrick from tomorrow will see this post here and relive these feelings. Alright. Byeee. Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are important. Studies first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4464700788888470387?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4464700788888470387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4464700788888470387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4464700788888470387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4464700788888470387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-2610258960462178208</id><published>2010-08-09T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T04:57:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TF_tEGsyW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/PtgaDk4DlmA/s1600/Light%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TF_tEGsyW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/PtgaDk4DlmA/s320/Light%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503377924443757474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyy Bloggie. Just felt like giving you a visit. Here's something to keep you alive. XD F.Y.I this has nothing to do with my personal life. This was inspired by a movie and song. Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 New Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the wind howl during the night,&lt;br /&gt;I begin to lose my sight,&lt;br /&gt;For my light was gone,&lt;br /&gt;Vanished into the horizon and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left but the memory of you,&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness and loneliness devours me,&lt;br /&gt;As I recall the happiness we once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to be sad,&lt;br /&gt;But it just hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;Like the pain of a knife,&lt;br /&gt;When it cuts through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a new light appears,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth radiating onto me,&lt;br /&gt;I smile as she puts her arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;And whispers... forget about the past,&lt;br /&gt;For this new love will forever last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it's not that good but at least I gave it a try eh? Hahaha. Okay then. Gtg. See ya Bloggie XD Oh and this poem is copyrighted by Patrick Liew. XD plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-2610258960462178208?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/2610258960462178208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=2610258960462178208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2610258960462178208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2610258960462178208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-light_09.html' title='New Light'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TF_tEGsyW6I/AAAAAAAAABs/PtgaDk4DlmA/s72-c/Light%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-138296083705649390</id><published>2010-08-04T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T07:59:50.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyooo Bloggie XD Here's something to fill you up. Haha. My weird thoughts. XD Anyways, ever wonder whether the choices you made in life were the right ones? I've been thinking lately.. maybe there is no such thing as a right or wrong choice. It could be right in one person's perspective and wrong in another. The only thing in my opinion that we can do is make a choice and make sure we don't regret it. I've made some choices this year.. some paid off...some didn't. But whatever choices I made are now in the past. I won't look back. I believe that to move on we have to stop thinking about the past. There will always be new pathways for us to walk. So even if one pathway has been cut off.. there are others still waiting to be explored. Welll I gtg d. Bye Bloggie XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be arrogant. One moment you could be flying high, the next you could be falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;(some lame quote I made up by myself.) XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-138296083705649390?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/138296083705649390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=138296083705649390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/138296083705649390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/138296083705649390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyyyooo-bloggie-xd-heres-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-1487175534328588619</id><published>2010-07-29T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:02:22.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What guys like.</title><content type='html'>Yooooo Bloggie. XD Long time no err.. write. Anyways this past few weeks have been really great. Hehe, don't worry emo boy is not back. I'm thinking he's disappeared for a while for now. Haha. Anyway, here's something I found which was pretty interesting from google. It's called "What guys like." Haha.. After I read it, I found most of the things said was pretty true. I'll simplify some of it so that it won't be too long. XD Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Guys like girls who are communicative and doesn't give one liners.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Guy: How was your day today?&lt;br /&gt;         Girl: It was great! Today I went shopping with my...etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is what guys like. They can talk more with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Guy: How was your day today?&lt;br /&gt;          Girl: It was okay. Haha. Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          This is what guys do not like. How are the guys supposed to continue the conversation when&lt;br /&gt;            girls end with a haha? (Definitely true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Guys like girls who are caring.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Guy does not come to school on that day. Girl calls or smses him after school to ask if he's&lt;br /&gt;         okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This is what guys think of as caring. They'll feel really happy if a girl does this. (I agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Guy does not come to school on that day. Girl doesn't even asks how he is until the guy&lt;br /&gt;          speaks with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Guys dislike this. It's not cheap if a girl talks to a guy first once in a while. It's caring. (I like&lt;br /&gt;    the writer. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Guys like girls who smile.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Guy walks by a girl he likes. Girl smiles while walking by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Guys definitely like this. It shows that the girl is friendly and not some stuck up girl. (Sort of&lt;br /&gt;  true I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Guy walks by a girl he likes. Girl walks by as if guy doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys dislike this. This will make them feel invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Guys like girls who are funny. Doesn't matter if they're lame or not.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girls tells a lame joke. Guy and girl have a good laugh over how lame the joke is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Guys have a sense of humor too. Don't be embarrassed to crack a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girl talks normally. Normal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing wrong with talking normally. But why have a normal conversation when you can&lt;br /&gt;   have a fun conversation once in a while? (So true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Guys like girls who opens up to them.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girl feels sad. Guy asks why she's sad. Girl tells guy why she's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys like this. They'll feel like the girl trusts them enough to open up to them. (Ding ding*&lt;br /&gt;  Correct!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girl feels sad. Guy asks why she's sad. She says it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys will feel like they're not trusted or needed. = bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Guys like girls who can make decisions and straight answers.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Guy: Do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;         Girl: No I don't. You're just not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Not so good for the guy but at least the pain is quick and swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Guy: Do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;          Girl: Erm... well... could I tell you in a week's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys really do not like this. That whole week will be an agonizing and slow torture for the&lt;br /&gt;   guy. (Yeap. Better to suicide XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Guys like girls who shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girl: I feel sad because you keep ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;         Guy: In his head (OMG! She actually has feelings!). Sorry I was just really busy. I'll make&lt;br /&gt;                   it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys feels happy if a girl shows her emotions once in a while. Better understanding between&lt;br /&gt;   them. (I agree. Guys are not psychic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Girl: Acts like nothing is happening but deep down feels sad.*&lt;br /&gt;          Guy: In his head*(Aww look at her all happy and stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guys do not like this. They are unable to read the girl's mind and think that everything is&lt;br /&gt;   okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Guys like girls who can give surprises once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;  Ex: Girl suddenly calls guy and ask how is he doing. Guy feels really happy and his whole day&lt;br /&gt;         feels all bright and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is a good way to keep the sparkle in a relationship. Guys like surprises too. (Amen to&lt;br /&gt;  that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ex: Girl doesn't do anything special. Guy feels slightly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Guy can't always be the one entertaining the girls 24-7. Give and take is better than one&lt;br /&gt;   always taking. (Aye aye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all I can write for today. Off to jogging now. Hehe. To all the guys out there I hope what I wrote was true. To all the girls.... you could learn something from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Everything that was written above is researched from google and does not apply to any specific person and was not intended to offend girls or guys. It is NOT based on my personal experience. Purely from GOOGLE. (Some of it may be true or false but it's really based on an individual's perspective.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well cya Bloggie. Till next time. Plkk08 signing off~~ Oh and I'm awesome. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-1487175534328588619?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/1487175534328588619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=1487175534328588619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1487175534328588619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1487175534328588619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-guys-like.html' title='What guys like.'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7862658407379711415</id><published>2010-07-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:08:52.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we do the things we do? Why do people feel the way they do? Sometimes I just want to have an off switch where I can use it whenever I want to escape from life. That way everything goes blank. No worries, no stress. Why can't I have a short peaceful moment before everything goes wrong again? Why can't I stop thinking? Huhh...just give me a hole to hide in forever. Plkk08 signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7862658407379711415?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7862658407379711415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7862658407379711415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7862658407379711415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7862658407379711415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-we-do-things-we-do-why-do-people.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-3780865061840219920</id><published>2010-06-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:22:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never Over Unless You Let It be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBz7xtIpf-I/AAAAAAAAABk/DC_A2ndaGq8/s1600/imagesCAUUPX7O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484535277578452962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBz7xtIpf-I/AAAAAAAAABk/DC_A2ndaGq8/s320/imagesCAUUPX7O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched a really inspiring movie... It's called Men of Honour and it's based on a true story. It amazes me how some people can achieve great things when they persevere. When they never give up... Because they know what they want. Because they know it's worth it. Even if that person is alone with nobody to support him...he still doesn't quit. He goes on and on until he achieves it. I've yet to become a true person with pure determination and a never giving up attitude. Sure.. I act as if though I'm pretty determined to achieve what I want..but the truth is.. I still feel unsure and uncertain deep down. Not like the guy in the movie. Is it because I haven't found what I think is worth fighting for yet? Or is it because I'm too scared of failure and rejection that I always give up halfway through? I don't know what lies in the future and what will happen to me... but I do know one thing. I can at least try to become like the guy in the movie. If it's based on a true story and an ordinary person can be so determined then why can't I be like him? Whether it be studies, sports or relationships I'll try my best not to give up until I achieve it. If I feel sincerely that something's worth it.. I'll make damn sure I won't let it slip from my hand. Not anymore. I've been giving up on alot of things lately and I think it's time for a wake up call. I'll achieve my goals. If people disagree or can't accept me for who I am I couldn't care less. Because I know that what I'm doing is for myself and not for anybody else. From today onward I pave my own path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little something I felt like writing for the fun of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the void of failure nearly engulfed me... I saw a light. I reached out towards it with my hands outstretched. It was so very close and yet so far. As time passed I was pulled deeper into the void... The light grew dimmer... By this time I was nearly engulfed by the void. As I was losing hope I heard a whisper... It was coming from deep within my heart. It said "Give up now and you'll never see the light again. Fight on and you'll reach the light." With that I yelled a scream of determination and reached towards the fading light while pulling away from the void. It grew brighter..everything became as bright as the sun. I opened my eyes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. it's pretty late so I've gotta get going. Nights Bloggie. Plkk08 signing off~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-3780865061840219920?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/3780865061840219920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=3780865061840219920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/3780865061840219920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/3780865061840219920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-never-over-unless-you-let-it-be.html' title='It&apos;s Never Over Unless You Let It be'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBz7xtIpf-I/AAAAAAAAABk/DC_A2ndaGq8/s72-c/imagesCAUUPX7O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7356655108366072808</id><published>2010-06-14T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T05:57:22.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBYh3tMwVbI/AAAAAAAAABc/LO4REFzdoNI/s1600/HoldingHands%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482606837279774130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBYh3tMwVbI/AAAAAAAAABc/LO4REFzdoNI/s320/HoldingHands%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellooo Bloggie! It's been a while... Sorry but I was kind of not in the mood to blog. BUT.. I'm here now. XD Wondering why I posted up this pic? It's because it reminded me of something I miss alot from the past. My time as a kid. It was this time where I saw the world as nothing but a world filled with fun and joy. Where the evil and dangers were kept at bay by my parents. The time when my sis would hold my hand exactly like how the girl in the pic is holding the boy's hand when I feel scared or just need a person to be with. Unfortunately every person in the world has to leave this comfort when the time comes... My time as a kid has long since been gone (though I still maintain abit of my kid habits). But I just can't help missing all those memories where only toys interest me. I could just sit down and play with my toys for a whole day and feel completely satisfied. I needed no one to talk to except my sister. I saw girls as nothing but a bother. Now I don't even know how to play with my toys. I need more people to talk to beside my sis. Oh..but girls are still a bother. Just joking. If I had one wish. It'd be to go back in time and revisit my memories especially moments like the picture above. Don't know if this makes any sense Bloggie but it sure does to me. XD Well so long. Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7356655108366072808?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7356655108366072808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7356655108366072808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7356655108366072808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7356655108366072808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/06/hellooo-bloggie-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1xHNQ3r7u4/TBYh3tMwVbI/AAAAAAAAABc/LO4REFzdoNI/s72-c/HoldingHands%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-6934919237366686752</id><published>2010-05-27T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:14:29.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo bloggie!! XD Exam's not over yet but I've decided to come visit you. Hahhaa. Anywayyyyysss...I'm in the mood to write a story!! XD Hahaha. Well a meaningless story. Writing for fun. Not Martin and Juliet haha. Anyway here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A girl saw a boy sitting on a bench crying his heart out. Although she wasn't used to walking up and comforting strangers in her everyday life she truly sympathized the boy. He was howling with sadness as he held a small silver locket in his palm. The girl went up to the boy and gave him a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey..umm I know it's none of my business but are you alright? Couldn't help noticing your err..howling,"she asked in the most comforting voice she could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked up with a tear stained face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..hey..err whoever you are. Yea..I tend to do that when I cry," he said in an embarrased voice while wiping his tear stained face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rough day?" the girl asked. She was no stranger to having a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea...you can't imagine how bad today is. First I had a fight with my parents. Then I had a fight with my friends. The worst part is that my girlfriend dumped me because she said she couldn't stand my attitude anymore."he said with a sad chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow..and I thought I knew what a rough day was," the girl said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha..I should get a gold star for this then. The person with the worst possible day on earth,"he joked while shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't know how things became so bad. Just yesterday everything was fine..and today...poof. My whole life shattered in the blink of an eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...don't you think shattered is a bit of an exaggeration? You're like what..20 years old? You still have a whole life ahead of you," she said while giving a positive smile. Or what she thought was a postive smile. She wasn't used to smiling much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"19 actually. Huhh I guess you're right. I'll try to pick up the pieces slowly I guess. Oh I'm Adrian by the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm Haley. Nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them shook hands and had a long talk with each other. Surprisingly the both of them had a lot in common. 10 years later....Haley and Adrian got married. Adrian was 29 and Haley was 25 when they got married. They had a wonderful life together until the day they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of this whole story? Nothing. I just wanted to write a happy ending to reassure me that good things still do happen in life. Sometimes it's good to hope that for some of us, there will be a happy ending waiting for us at the end of the long and hard road we call life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all. Haha...welll cya Bloggie. Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-6934919237366686752?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/6934919237366686752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=6934919237366686752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6934919237366686752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6934919237366686752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-yo-bloggie-xd-exams-not-over-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5801690293983338693</id><published>2010-05-16T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:35:45.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggie. XD Just popping in for a while. Might be my last time today. Haha. Well nothing much going on for me except EXAMS. =.= One day I'm going to build a time machine and go back in time. I'll go see the person who created exams and give him a smack on his face. Tell him he's doing a good job and not to change anything. Then I'll smack him again. Then I'll go back home. Moral of the story: Exams are actually useful and necessary BUT it doesn't mean I have to like it. Hahaha. XD Well bye~~ Plkk08 signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5801690293983338693?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5801690293983338693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5801690293983338693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5801690293983338693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5801690293983338693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4178603972743160962</id><published>2010-05-08T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:51:01.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes expecting too much from someone is bad. The more you expect the more dissapointment you'll get when you don't get what you want. That leads to frustration and err.. what else? Hmm.. well negative effects. To cut things short....never expect too much from a person. I think. Haha. Well...Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4178603972743160962?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4178603972743160962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4178603972743160962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4178603972743160962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4178603972743160962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7736502404412517986</id><published>2010-05-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:30:49.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Post From My Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Not thinking too much about something is good. You don't go crazy. Because if you think about something too much = crazy= die= bye bye. Well, thats all I've got to say for now. Haha..just wanted to write something to release stress. Cya~~Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7736502404412517986?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7736502404412517986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7736502404412517986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7736502404412517986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7736502404412517986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-post-from-my-random-thoughts.html' title='A Random Post From My Random Thoughts'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5398958095265105059</id><published>2010-04-30T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:39:10.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RED INFUSION!!</title><content type='html'>Well...today was a pretty hectic day. It's actually not that bad being an emcee considering the fact that you have to speak in front of alooot of people. All in all emcee is pretty fun. Except the fact that sometimes your jokes may be too lame for anyone to even laugh at. I've learned quite a few things today. Such as how to have fun XD. Honestly I'm glad I paired up with calvin pang and zhi ling. They were great partners. I sort of got to know them better and stuff. Calvin's a pretty good guy wherelse zhi ling...hmmm she can get frustrated easily sometimes but overall...she's actually kind of nice. Lol. I can't believe I just said that. Joking. Hahaha. Well..it was a pretty great day all in all but it can't always be that great i guess. I actually wanted to take a photo with a certain someone after the event. Huhh...too bad that someone was talking with a bunch of guys. Just my luck. In the end I ended up talking with nikita and josh I think. Or was it cik liang....or was it a girl from my tuition. Zzz I can't remember. Luckily my walls are up and running as it once used to be. At least this time I managed to block out any unwanted emotions and thoughts. Hehe thank my mom for that. Well gotta run Bloggie. Bye bye. Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5398958095265105059?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5398958095265105059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5398958095265105059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5398958095265105059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5398958095265105059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-infusion.html' title='RED INFUSION!!'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5169810635080768397</id><published>2010-04-28T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:10:08.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A random post</title><content type='html'>A girl once asked her boyfriend,"Do you think I'm pretty?" He replied no. She then asked him,"Would you feel sad if we split?" Again he replied no. Half crying by then she asked another question," Do you even love me?" Again the guy replied no. Her boyfriend was perplexed as to why she was crying as he continued to finish his sentences. "I don't think you're pretty because you're not. You're as beautiful as an angel. I wouldn't feel sad. I'd feel devastated and lost. And..I don't love you. I'm crazy in love with you. Now can I ask you a question? Why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something I wanted to share to you Bloggie. XD Well....bye then. Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5169810635080768397?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5169810635080768397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5169810635080768397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5169810635080768397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5169810635080768397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-post.html' title='A random post'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4756299820956447117</id><published>2010-04-27T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:04:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggie...XD Been writing alot these past few weeks. Guess that's good for you. Haha...not so for me. It means I have alot on my mind if I write here. Well...at least I've regained some of my previous abilities to bring up walls to block out whatever problems I have for the time being. I'm tired of always thinking and well let's just say this is sort of my last time thinking for this month. I've created a sort of structure. Whatever happens my studies will always come first. Second will be my family. Third will be other issues and so on. I believe I'm currently walking on a path of thin ice. I need to pull back to safer ground. I need a hard and solid ground. I need some of the qualities the old me had. I need my walls back. And I'm going to get them back. One way or another I'm going to be in control of both my mind and emotions once again. I'm going to do my best for this mid term. For the sake of my future. For me. And not for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on to what you believe in and you will succeed people. I believe I'm slowly learning what it is I believe in. Whether I fail or succeed will be up to me. Bye Bloggie...I'll try to write soon. No promise though. Haha...Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4756299820956447117?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4756299820956447117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4756299820956447117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4756299820956447117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4756299820956447117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-1195544189627063511</id><published>2010-04-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:42:17.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Bloggie. XD Haha..not such a great day today. Well...losing isn't always nice and I lost in a debate. Huhhh....the bright side is I met a few new friends at debate today. XD I even saw a couple of girls and guys i debated with last year. Overall the debate was pretty fun though it can be pretty stressful like hell. Haha. Well..one of the debaters really impressed me. I mean one of her qualities. Though I've seen better speakers I've never really seen people who can stay as calm as her under pressure and persevere. And she had a great debating voice... I think. Plus I can see she's pretty hardworking. She'd be a pretty good debater in the future I'm sure. Huh. Too bad she stays so far away. If not our school might have been able to do some mock debate with them. I'd probably have fun too. Hahaha. Ah well...life's sometimes unfair. Plus this debate environment has given me a new feel... it's like a completely different life. It's got me thinking actually...do I really...I mean...there's so many other... nah. No thinking anymore. Shutting down brain to avoid further thinking. Well cya blog. Haha XD Plkk08 signing off~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-1195544189627063511?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/1195544189627063511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=1195544189627063511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1195544189627063511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1195544189627063511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-bloggie.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5133697909577735899</id><published>2010-04-22T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:20:28.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating thoughts</title><content type='html'>Why do some people prefer to avoid their problems than face them? Is it because they're truly afraid of knowing what the outcome would be? Would they rather pretend that everything was fine and dandy knowing that it's not? I once prefered to avoid my problems. Sure. It was a hell of a lot easier to deal with it. But ever thought about this? You're a coward running away from your problems. What? You're hoping time is going to fix it? No. It will not. You have to fix it yourself and face the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           If you keep running away from your problems...then one day what happens if you can't run away from it anymore. What if your problems catch up with you and push you into a corner? How then? End your own life instead? Obviously not. I've been through such situations where I once ran away from my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Not anymore though. Instead I TRY to fix my problem. Even if it takes me more than a day. Maybe more than a month...a year? I try. Sometimes you fail to fix it. Sometimes you succeed. You'll never know until you try. I guess what I'm trying to say here in my long winded speech is that running away won't do you any good. In the end you'll have to face it. Better to solve it now than later. Well plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5133697909577735899?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5133697909577735899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5133697909577735899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5133697909577735899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5133697909577735899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/frustrating-thoughts.html' title='Frustrating thoughts'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4869548929449315102</id><published>2010-04-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:28:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Heya Bloggie. XD Sorry but still no story. I'm actually thinking of starting a brand new one.  Pfft...maybe I should start it after SPM. That way I can have plenty of time to think the story through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Anyways... these past few months have been one crazy journey. My lifestyle this year is actually pretty different from last year. Example, I go out of my house more often now. I stay back at school for debate and other activites even more now (Staying back in school last year for me would have been a great achievement). Plus I go jogging more often now. XD Jogging releases stress. And in form 5, there's alot of stress. Both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this year is alooot more tiring than last year, I can't help it but find that this year was more exciting too. Rather than staying at home playing computer games, I've started hanging out more with my friends and going outdoors. Well...sort of I guess. Haha..too bad there's always the yin and yang. Because of the more tightly packed schedule...it opens up to more worry. Worry about exams. Worry about girl issues. Worry about school activities. Worry about family issues. Worry well just about anything. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why I'm typing this out. Maybe in a way it's another way of releasing stress. Or maybe I'm just being random. I have no idea. But one thing's for sure..blogging sure helps. There's still a long journey ahead of me the same as everyone else my age. There will be rejections and there will be acceptance. There will be achievements as well as failures. Risks have to be taken if something new and wonderful is to begin. I can only hope that what I'm doing and the risks that i'm taking at this point of my life is right and will bring me achievements and acceptance. I have failed many times...and yet I have also succeeded many times. The main question for me now is...will my success happen at the right time or will failure deny me success until only in the later part of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I myself with the help of my family and a few other special someones have the power to see how this question turns out. Therefore, I will keep pushing onwards until I have not a single bit of strength left in me. Whether the problem is something to do with studies, family, girls, sports or debate... i will keep pushing on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I guess I've said what I wanted to say Bloggie. I'll cya around then. Oh and I'd like to wish a very Happy Birthday to Wil Fred XD Bye~~ Plkk08 signing off~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4869548929449315102?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4869548929449315102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4869548929449315102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4869548929449315102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4869548929449315102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-2604783356938356370</id><published>2010-03-07T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:02:20.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave Is Secured</title><content type='html'>Hellloooo~~~~I'm back again nyahaha. No story though. XD Currently having exams so yea...no story. XD Anywho I'm beginning to like writing other stuff besides story in my blog. Haha. I'd better change the whole layout of my blog once I'm free. Hehe. Anyways, my cave(mind) is secured once again and I feel like a million bucks. Life's good. Whatever my results for my exams I'm pretty sure it won't be as bad as last year. Improvements have been made to my study methods and I'm hoping it'll pay off. XD Well cya old bloggie. Hey I'll name this blog Bloggie. XD Bye bye Bloggie. Plkk08 signing off~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-2604783356938356370?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/2604783356938356370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=2604783356938356370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2604783356938356370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2604783356938356370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/03/cave-is-secured.html' title='Cave Is Secured'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-1160275319751584968</id><published>2010-02-27T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:48:14.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invasion in my cave</title><content type='html'>Hey blog. I'm back again with no stories lol. I think my writing days are over what with me being too busy and stuff. Anyhow..just wanna say my cave (meaning my mind) is constantly being overrun by lousy no good emotions and worrying matters. I'm slowly losing my self-control and the boundary in my life is being crossed over bit by bit. When will this end? Do I wait for the invasion to pass and pick up the pieces or do I bury myself in my cave with no way in or out? Face my problems..or avoid it? Well..I've always been good at avoiding. Maybe I should play safe and stick with my current routine. Avoid. Or...I could confront my problems once and for all and get it over with. Easier said than done..haha. Good thing you can't speak blog. Lol. If not you'd be telling me my words make no sense. Well...time's up. Back to studying and mulling things in my already invaded cave. Cya~~Plkk08 signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance is an admirable trait. But how far can a person persevere before reaching their breaking point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-1160275319751584968?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/1160275319751584968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=1160275319751584968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1160275319751584968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1160275319751584968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/02/invasion-in-my-cave.html' title='Invasion in my cave'/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5159218258371561064</id><published>2010-02-19T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:13:53.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huhh..when emotions collide and thoughts are blurred what do we do? Not really sure but one thing I do know is that there has to be a boundary in which your personal life and study life does not cross. But can anyone really do this? I know I sure as hell have a hard time doing this. I mean how is it you can control multiple stuff at once? jealousy, distrust, love, pride, responsiblities, worries..all of them are mushed up into a single person's heart and mind. Where's a psychiatrist when you need one? (Maybe Hitch could do just fine. XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should create a machine in which you can postpone the feelings you dislike to another time when you're ready to handle it. Haha. Or maybe someone could create a mind reading machine. That way we can know what others are thinking. Problem solved. No complications no questions just answers. I've got a hundred other stuff I wanna say but in the end it'll just confuse myself and give myself more questions and problems. Better to just enter my cave and mull things over hoping for a solution. Well until next time good old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random quote which I picked from a book I was reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When men and women are able to respect and accept their differences then love has a chance to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plkk08 signing off~(no stories sorry XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5159218258371561064?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5159218258371561064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5159218258371561064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5159218258371561064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5159218258371561064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/02/huhh.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-3507161691506433680</id><published>2010-01-29T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:56:41.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy whoever's reading this stuff. Lol. Haven't been on my blog lately. Well....quite a long time I guess. What can I say? I've got a 101 stuff to do and think about. Sorry to dissapoint you but I don't really have a story for now. My mind's sorta drifting here and there...haha. I find it so funny about me talking to myself on my own blog. Well at least I now know how people who write diaries feel. I'm not really sure if this could be considered a diary. A ramble of random stuff maybe. But not a diary. So..what's on my mind lately? This. [[abc]]. Haha. This is like a book logo lol. Someone taught me this. Yea more specifically homework. You could say some other stuff too I guess. Sports, debate etc... Romance stuff..heh .. thats a secret you'll never know. But I've been pondering about this question lately. Are girls really complex? Or do boys just think they're complex. Or is it a mixture of both? Pretty confusing eh? Sometimes..I just wish you could know what a girl thinks just by looking at her. But then again where's the fun in that? But then again..what if it's just so hard to understand a girl that you go cuckoo? Haha. Well...until next time then. If anyone knows the answer of why a girl is so complex please tell me. Hahaha. Unfortunately, i don't think anyone will ever accomplish this. Goodbye~~Hopefully the next time I come on9 I have a story to write about. Plkk08 signing out~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-3507161691506433680?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/3507161691506433680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=3507161691506433680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/3507161691506433680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/3507161691506433680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyy-whoevers-reading-this-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7183215087732067268</id><published>2009-11-15T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:51:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooo people. Nothing much to be said except I'm back with fresh new ideas. First of all I would like to apologize for having ditched this blog for err...quite some time. Anyway I'm back now...for the time being and ready to lock and load. Well here we go people...Chapter 11 coming your way! :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ducked to the side there was only one thing on my mind. No, it wasn't Juliet even though I was head over heels in love with her. It was what the heck was I going to do with not-so-happy Jake who seemed just about furious enough to tear me apart. Well, not exactly tear me apart. More like beating me to a pulp. Yeah that sounds better. Less gore in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Jake, maybe we should talk things through you know? Fighting never solves anything. Remember the saying...an eye for an eye leaves everyone blind," I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't worry Martin, I won't go blind but you will be very soon,"he sneered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. So much for the saying. I quickly scanned my surroundings as Jake prepared for a second dash at me. Idiot. When would he learn that I could easily jump to the side again. I thought he was pretty dumb at first but not THAT dumb. Well, better chance for me to survive then. The two guys Jake had come with were still guarding the alleyway looking at me and Jake so I couldn't possibly escape from there. It was getting late too so most probably no one would be passing this quiet alleyway at this time. Well, yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heads up small fry,"Jake said as he threw a broken brick he found on the floor at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely had time to jump aside as the brick sailed past me. Okay, so maybe he wasn't such an idiot after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Jake, isn't there any other solutions to this err...conflict rather than you beating me up?" I said while trying to smile. Apparently my smile must have been bad as he jumped towards me all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was knocked out of me as he collided into me. That was surprising. Who knew he would jump at me while I was talking. Maybe I was the idiot for thinking he was the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're gonna pay Martin!!!"Jake yelled as he brought his fist downwards towards my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made me do it but I did it. I poked his eyes with the fingers on my right hand as hard as I could. Maybe it was the adrenaline..maybe it was just my instincts. Either way his eyes were the victims .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAAAHHH!! MY EYES! MY FREAKING EYES!"he yelled while covering his eyes and falling backwards onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really sorry!" was all I could say as I stood up and walked backwards towards the mouth of the alleyway. As I looked back the two guys were running towards Jake and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You! Punk! You're gonna pay for doing that to Jake you cowardly cheat!"one of the guys yelled as they came barreling towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe not towards Jake. They were running towards me. Cheat? What did they think Jake and I were playing catching? Freaks. Anyway, it was game over for me. I was exhausted and it was two to one. I prepared myself to struggle as much as possible before they overpowered me. At the back of me I could hear Jake howling with pain. At least that was one consolation I could get from all this. His eyes were nothing compared to what he did to joshy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i heard a sound. At first I thought I was imagining things before my death bed until I noticed the other two guys had stopped too. As we stood there listening, the sound became clearer and it sounded like a siren. Woohoo! It was definitely the police. Thank you Juliet for saving my life!! I could have danced with joy right there and then but thought the better of it. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't help the situation I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two guys made a break for it and ran out of the alleyway as they heard the siren. And they called me a coward. Pfft. As I made my way out of the alley I suddenly felt a crushing blow towards my back. Ouch was the only word I could think of as the impact knocked me forwards onto the ground. I turned my head back weakly and saw Jake towering in front of me. Crap. I had forgotten about Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me with cold, furious eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you're not blind. Congrats,"I croaked weakly as my final insult before he started beating me up. The question now was when would the police car arrive here assuming it was a police car and coming this way, before they found me. Well, my luck had finally run out and it was up to the police to find me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're gonna pay Martin,"Jake growled furiously as he kicked me in the head. Really hard. Did I mention it was really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That definitely hurt. I blacked out instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys..I gotta stop the chapter here. Sorry if it's abit short or not really good but remember I'm just a form four student. XD Well until next time people. Plkk08 the inactive author signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7183215087732067268?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7183215087732067268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7183215087732067268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7183215087732067268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7183215087732067268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellooooo-people.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-1777525900326369968</id><published>2009-10-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:05:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. Sorry for not writing in a loooong time. Well at least to those who actually read my blog. Hahaha. Well sorry but I'm not writing a story yet until my exam's over. Just popped in to check out my long not visited website. Anyway since I'm here, at...wow...2.15am I'll just say some random stuff. It's not a story but at least it's something. Haha. Anyone ever felt like they're an outsider etc etc? If no then you're damn lucky. Sorry for my language. I just felt like using it. Heh. Anyway I do. It sucks believe me. Ahhh but what can i do? Life is not a bed of roses. I'll just have to suck it up and go do something to release these inappropiate feelings. Maybe jogging or basketball or something. Heck, eating seems pretty good too. Yea. Eating also helps during exams. I mean mentally. Physically you get downgraded. Meaning. Fat. I could touch on the sensitive topic about fats(those of you who read bio should have a clearer picture) but I won't. Why? Because being fat is nothing wrong. Why do most people care? Because it represents their looks. Am I good looking? Am I pretty? What a load of crap. So what??? You're gonna get old one day. Better to get used to the feeling of not being pretty or handsome now than later. Heh. Writing down random stuff down in a blog is actually kinda nice. Writing a story's good too though. Can't replace the story. Huhhh anyways I still have 3 more days of doing exam papers and killing trees left. Save the trees and stop exams! Yea right. If that happens I'll go touch a cockroach. Huhh I think I'd better go to sleep now. A few more days of studying and I'm free...to see my horrible results. I promise by the start of next year I will improve. 10 A'S is what I want. (I want a date to prom too.) JOKING! That most likely won't happen. Why? For one I'm not actually eye candy. Haha. That sounds funny. Eye candy. Anyway, secondly....I think I'm hardly ready for something like that. Imagine my tomato red face. Hehe. Always happens whether I like it or not. Okay I think I better stop talking about these kinda stuff. As my parents always say. Studies first love second. Pfft easier said than done believe me. It's like asking you to walk without using your legs. Well cya people. My next story will be coming out around next month so to those who is interested in my story..keep on checking. Haha. In fact..why not some of you write some stories and pass it to me? I'll post it on my blog. Reading other people's story is always nicer than reading your own. Ok final farewell. Cya. Goodnight. (P.S: What I have written above was me being slightly deluded and writing some random stuff so these words cannot be used against me. If not I will sue you. Haha. Just kidding.) XD (Check out the song fireflies by owlcity. Unique lyrics and a pretty decent song.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-1777525900326369968?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/1777525900326369968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=1777525900326369968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1777525900326369968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/1777525900326369968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4840065400087300191</id><published>2009-08-17T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:22:30.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprise, surprise! Wasn't expecting me to write so soon eh? Well...I just felt like writing thats all. It's funny sometimes how i can feel less stress and emo when writing stories....Maybe it has something to do with my mind being preoccupied while imagining up this story (some tiny part of the story may be from my experiences or hopes and dreams.Ex:Meeting the girl of my dreams XD) Ahh well....I better stop the crap talk. On with chapter 10 then. Hope you all enjoy this part. Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in god's name did i just do? Where did I, all of a sudden, get the guts to insult some possibly harmful strangers who might be ready to beat the crap outta me? Not to mention me pointing a middle finger at them which just made things worst. The answer came to me in a quick instant. It was Juliet of course...Ever since I met her I had become braver....more daring....more.....err..thats about it I guess. Her life was much more important than mine by a million times. How could I ever let these strangers touch her....to even hurt her? That's why I am where I am. Yes Martin, and where am I? Riding a bicycle away from a roaring car which seems just about ready to run me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts ran through my head as I rode as fast as i possibly could away from these maniac strangers. I was passing by many houses and yet not one of the residents there seemed to notice a car chasing after a poor little guy with a pretty old bicycle. I was running out of energy fast. In a few more minutes I wouldn't even have the energy to scratch my head. I was gasping so hard I wasn't even sure why i could still gasp. Suddenly something caught my eye. Up ahead to my right was an alleyway in between two rows of houses. It was so narrow that I was pretty confident a car as huge as the strangers were driving would not be able to fit. With my last ounce of strength I burst into the alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was it the worst move I could have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had turned into the alleyway I met with a dead end. A brick wall was standing in my path preventing me from making my great escape. Great. Real great. To top things up, the car which was chasing me stopped right in front of the alleyway. I was trapped like a mouse. The car doors opened and out came two guys and.....Jake. Our star school football player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man. Not you." I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was beggining to be a really lousy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Martin. Good to know you're in good health. Unlike your friend Joshy."he sneered with a wicked grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to see your nutsack functioning properly again. Want me to kick it a second time?"I said with anger in my voice. This loser was the guy who beated Joshy up. He was the reason Joshy was lying in the hospital covered with bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your mouth Martin. As you can see there's three of us and only one of you. I'm afraid I'll be the one doing the kicking for today. I'll pay you back triple Martin for embarrasing me in front of the whole school."he said with an evil glint in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I was outnumbered. To make things worse, Jake and his bunch of rag-tag bullies were walking closer and closer to me. I had to think fast if I valued my life. Not to mention my nutsack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three on one Jake? Against a scrawny kid like me? Wow, I don't think I need to embarass you anymore. Seems like you can get the job on your own. Scared to go alone against me?"I said with what I hope was the most sarcastic voice I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That definitely struck a nerve. He stopped walking abruptly and stared at me with his fist clenched. He had only two choices as far as I could see. First was to go alone against me which would save his ego but give me a much better chance at survival. The second was to go ahead with his gang and beat the crap outta me but in the process lose the respect from his gang members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there waiting for his response. I sure hope he picks the first choice if not I was pretty much dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then Martin. I guess I'll get the pleasure of beating you up all by myself. Me against a scrawny kid like you? HA! This will be over in a minute."he said with an evil smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed with relief. Thank god he was dumb enough to choose the first choice. Now all I had to do was....beat Jake. But how? Then a thought struck me. Jake only had the build. He pretty much had no brain. What was the saying again? Strength always bows to intellect. Some mumbo jumbo like that. Woohoo! That was the key to saving my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now was could I outsmart Jake enough that I could beat him? The question was still running through my mind when all of a sudden Jake charged at me and I ducked to the side. The fight was on. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I gotta stop here guys. This chapter is abit short so I hope you guys will forgive me. Even an inactive author gotta sleep sometimes you know. XD  Cya guys! Plkk08 signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4840065400087300191?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4840065400087300191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4840065400087300191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4840065400087300191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4840065400087300191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise-surprise-wasnt-expecting-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-431317612005060472</id><published>2009-08-13T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:02:25.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh been a pretty looong time since I updated eh? Sorry but I've been pretty much busy and didn't feel like writing. Hahaha what with basketball, debate and homework of course. Well... I'm finally ready to continue to the next chapter. CHAPTER 9!!!! Again I would like to apologize for keeping you guys who read this blog waiting for so long if there are even any who read it that is. =.= Wellllll here goes ppl:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and I burst into the hospital room with such force that a few nurses who were on duty stared at us with shock as we ran to the counter to ask for Joshy's ward number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, I'm Martin and I'm a really close friend of Joshy's. A doctor by the name of Dr. Robert informed me that Joshy was involved in an accident though I'm not quite clear what sort of accident. If you would be so kind could you please tell me which ward my friend Joshy is being kept?" I said with a note of urgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse in charge, a blonde round faced lady immediately told me the ward number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2nd floor ward number 18. He doesn't look too good young man. His head was bleeding pretty badly and his face and body were covered with bruises. Hey-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she had time to complete her sentence, Juliet and I were alreading running up the steps towards Joshy's ward. After what seemed like ages but was only a few minutes, Juliet and I reached the front door of Joshy's ward. I took a deep breath. Juliet stood by my side holding my hand with her warm delicate hand. She looked at me with a look of concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Martin. I'm sure no matter how bad a state Joshy's in he'll manage to pull through." she said in her sweet comforting voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I ever do without her? For a second I had a sudden urge to pull her close to me and kiss her as we had kissed in the restaurant. I shook my head. Snap out of it Martin! Now is definitely not a good time to let your hormones rage and take control. Your friend is right behind this door and here you're thinking about kissing a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without another minute to waste I pushed open the door. The sight that greeted me sent shivers down my spine. A moment which I will never forget. There on a hospital bed laid Joshy in an unconscious state. His whole face and body bandanged. Dark stains of blood could be seen on the bandages on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joshy... Joshy....What happened to you?" I said in an agonized tone while Juliet covered her mouth with shock beside me. If only I had followed him. Maybe none of this would have happened. If only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a doctor came into the ward and saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martin I presume. And your friend..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet doctor. My name's Juliet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah I see. Well, Martin and Juliet nice to meet you. I'm Dr.Robert,the doctor who Martin spoke to on the phone. As Joshy's parents are on the way to see Joshy now, I'll make it quick and tell you the condition Joshy is in. I'm glad to say he is going to make it though he is going to need to go through rehabilitation as his back was injured badly during the err accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relieved to hear that Joshy was going to survive that I could have hugged the doctor. No Martin. Act professional. Show Juliet that you can handle whats going on now. You are the man. I looked at the doctor then at Juliet.....and burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H-h-he's going to live Juliet. He's going to live."I said while tears flowed down my cheeks. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. I felt Juliet hugging me gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes he is Martin..."she whispered to me in her sweet soft reassuring voice. Her gentle arms pulling me ever closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I'm sorry to break up your err... hugging but about the accident...."Dr Robert said in an unsure tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about it?" I asked suddenly alert. Why was the doctor looking so nervous all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just found out that Joshy might not have met with an accident but instead might have been involved in a gang beating. The force which fractured Joshy's skull and injured his back could not have been a car nor any type of vehicle. Joshy was...hit mutiple times on his head and his body. He was found at the side of the road by a few of his basketball friends so we assumed it was a hit and run accident. Until recently that is, when the results taken was shown to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gang beating....."I repeated. My whole body was shaking with uncontrolled anger. How could some random guys just beat up his friend? A guy which they didn't even know. I glanced at where Joshy laid. How could any human being even do this? If only I could get my hands on the guys who did this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet stared at me with a worried look. Seeing the expression on my face, she seemed to understand what I was planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martin.....calm down. It's no use trying to find these guys. Don't do it... The police will hunt these people down." she said with a hint of fear. A fear that I would go after these guys myself. And why wouldn't I? It was my fault Joshy was in this state. If only I hadn't ditch him for Juliet and went with him to play basketball. None of this would have happened. Plus these guys deserved to get something in return....Anger welled up inside me. Yes...they deserve to be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martin please...."said Juliet with the expression of one trying to hold back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the look on her face, I was snapped back into reality. How could I be so selfish and endanger myself knowing that she would worry about me. No...the police would handle it. I can't do anything but support Joshy until he recovers. The burning anger inside me faded and I stared into Juliet's face. Her face seemed relief when she saw or felt my anger dissappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err...sorry to tell you this but I guess you two better get moving. It's getting dark outside and who knows if these guys might still be out there somewhere waiting for other victims to target on."Dr Robert said with a worried look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you're right. Juliet and I will get going then. Thank you for everything doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and I quickly went out of the hospital and rode on our bike home. While riding my bike I looked at Juliet with her hair flowing behind her as the wind blew past her. She was definitely a one of a kind beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Juliet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what?"she looked at me with an adorable confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For being there with me when I needed you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem. That's what girlfriends are for." she said to me with a wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...I'd better bring her to a restaurant or somewhere again so she'd kiss me. Maybe we could even make out in my house I thought with a grin on my face. Imagine how my mom would react when she saw me with Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you grinning about?"Juliet said with a puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. Something funny thats all."I said. Better keep this little boy thought to myself. Wouldn't make it any better if I told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at the corner of my eye I noticed something which made my heart skip a beat. A car was trailing us slowly from behind. Too close for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet..."I said with a frightened voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the tone in my voice she turned to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"she said her beautiful face etched with worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ride as fast as you can to your house. We're being followed."I whispered loud enough for only her to hear."Leave me behind if you have to. Just ride..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and I burst forward and rode frantically back to her house. Only a few more blocks.... The car followed suit and the engine roared... as the car gained speed and slowly came nearer to us. We might not make it I thought. I remembered Joshy and imagined Juliet being like that or worse. No. I won't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet! I want you to turn left on the next turning while I distract them and go to the right! Go get some help then!"I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated. The turning was coming up ahead and she looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please come back safely Martin!"she yelled back over the roar of the engine and turned left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...it was up to me now. I'm going to need to shake them off. First thing's first. I'll have to distract them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dumb assholes! Over here!"I yelled at them while showing a middle finger towards the direction of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the right.....and the car followed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....well...Martin, it seems you got yourself into another pickle. A HUGE pickle that is. The question now is...what do I do next? I thought to myself with a deep sense of fear......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys but I guess the story has to end here. Can't be too long or else it'll get boring. ;p Hope you guys enjoy chapter 9. Well Patrick Liew the inactive author is signing out. See ya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-431317612005060472?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/431317612005060472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=431317612005060472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/431317612005060472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/431317612005060472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh-been-pretty-looong-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7654792293121319887</id><published>2009-04-17T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:19:45.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya all you fellas out there! The inactive author is back! Whats more i'm back with PART 8!!! Firstly I would like to apologize for being inactive for so long. The reasons? Here they are: 1.) Too much homework 2.)Too many peka 3.) No mood to write. 4.)I'm in love with a girl. (Just kidding). Yea thats about it. So onwards to part 8. Please give a round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;*Claps hand* Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was beating so vigorously I thought it would burst right there and then. With all my might I asked her the question I so not wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, Juliet. What do you need?" I asked in a calm voice though my whole legs were shaking. Thank god Joshy wasn't here or he would be laughing at me right about now. Moment of truth. What was her answer going to be? A million and one assumptions went through my mind. Neither one of them good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I was wondering if you could meet me at 2U?"she asked in her oh-so sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...sure I guess. You want me to come now?" I asked in a cautious tone. 2U was our town's main shopping mall. It was gigantic and was always crowded with people. Now why would she want me to go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you aren't busy that is.."she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no. I'm completely free now. I'm so free in fact that I..." Uh-oh..blackout. That I what?? Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That I'm reading my history school textbook!" I said lamely. Good going Martin. You just told a girl you read history books during your free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then. See you at 2U later. I'm heading there now. Be quick. I've got a surprise for you. Hahaha." she ended her conversation with a sweet, tinkling laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure was one heck of a girl. She didn't seem to mind one bit about the history textbook. I started changing into what I hope was some of my best clothes. Everything didn't seem to make sense. If she wanted to use me why did she ask me to go to 2U? Maybe she just wanted to talk to me. I relaxed a little then. After putting a jet black t-shirt with a logo in front of the shirt saying Coolglove and a pair of jeans, i went downstairs to put on my shoes. Suddenly a thought struck me. Oh great. I forgot about Joshy. I was supposed to go play some basketball with him. Ah well...he would understand I hope. I called his handphone but strangely nobody answered. I called a second time but like the first try nobody answered. Maybe he was in the middle of a game now. I made a mental note to myself to call him again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting on my Nike shoes I rode my bike to 2U. The huge shopping mall wasn't far from my house. In a few minutes I had reached my destination....2U. Wow it had changed alot. i didn't usually go to shopping malls. For one thing I had nothing to buy. Second, I had no friends to accompany me. How long had it been since I went into 2U... a few years I guess. Huhh...welcome to the life of a loser. But today...it was a whole new thing. Juliet had asked me to come. Taking a deep breath I walked into 2U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw inside was simply stunning. The inside of 2U looked even bigger compared to the outside. What made it better was that Juliet was waiting for me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Juliet. Why did you ask me to meet you here?" I asked in a nervous tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Martin. Haha...follow me." she said in a sly tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn. She was definitely one of the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She was wearing a light brown t-shirt. Simple and plain but it matched with the perfect curves of her body. Same goes for her dark blue jeans. Simple but it also showed her perfect curves. Not in the sick type of way but as in the 'I've got a top model body' way. I was definitely way below her standards. With a small amount of dignity I stood straighter. The least I could do was to at least TRY to meet her standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could ask her where we were going, she turned around and wrapped her hands around my eyes. My knees went weak and I nearly fell down. I could feel her smooth perfect hands against my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No peeking Martin! We're nearly there." she said in a cheerful tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. For all i cared, I wouldn't mind her wrapping her hands over my eyes for the rest of my life. If she didn't want me to peek I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S-s-sure Juliet." Not good. My nervous stutter was returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are! You can open your eyes now! Surprise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw truly shocked me. We were in a famous restaurant called Shabu-shabu and in front of me was a table for two. It seemed to be a specially booked place seeing as it was in a private room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So? Do you like it? Seeing as we never had a date before I was thinking this could be our first together." she said shyly. Her cheeks were turning red. So was mine. Once I realised what was happening I felt like a total dork. Wasn't the guy supposed to treat the girl with a special surprise? Not the other way around. I was feeling pretty down in the dumps when she saw my face. Suprisingly she seemed to be able to read my expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Martin. You're paying the bill for me." she said in a sly tone while winking at me.&lt;br /&gt;Great! I felt a whole lot better. The only thing now was if I had enough money to pay for this meal. Shabu-shabu wasn't some cheap restaurant. If there was going to be anymore surprises like this I would be bankrupt in a month. Heck I could barely afford to buy a second-hand Nokia handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worries faded when she and I started talking. All thoughts of her using me were completely vanished. I even felt slightly guilty for thinking she would do that. We kept on talking to each other. About what each of us did everyday. What was our favourite band. She seemed to like reading fantasy storybooks and playing tennis during her free time. In the end we kept talking so much that we talked more than we ate. But one question kept bugging me. What did she see in me? Why me? With all the courage I could muster, I popped the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juliet....can I ask you something?" I asked her silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure Martin. Anything you want to ask go ahead."she said in her sweet voice. I started to notice the more nervous she got the much sweeter her voice gets. Strange, but unique I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you actually choose me Juliet? I mean why of all the guys me? I'm not cool..I'm not handsome..I'm not that smart...I'm-" Before I could finish my sentence she wrapped her arms around my head and gently kissed my lips.. I swear that this kiss was 10 times better than the earlier kiss i had with her. All resistance I had melted right before her. She was in control and I could do nothing but go with her flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my handphone rang. Of all the time in the world it had to be now. I was silently cursing in my head and hoping beyond hope that the ringing would stop but it did not. Juliet pulled back her soft lips from mine. The damage was done. I felt like my soul had been sucked out from me when that kiss ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S-s-orry Juliet. I've got to get this call." I said in a small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No worries Martin. After your call i might tell you why I chose you."she said in a teasing tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, hello? This is Martin speaking. May I know who's speaking please? A doctor from the town's hospital?" My eyes widened when I heard what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter Martin?" she asked in a cautious tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Joshy. He's involved in an accident. He may not live to see another day. I've got to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Sorry Juliet but I have to go now. I'll pay for the meal." I said in a shaky tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay Martin. I'll follow you." she replied with a concerned look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of us went out of the restaurant and left 2U. We rode on our bikes towards the town's hospital. Would I be able to arrive there in time if he.... I shook my head. No. The more important question was if he would still be alive when I got there. The only close friend I had since primary....a tear rolled down my cheek. I seriously didn't want to know the answer to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of part 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys but part 8 has to end here. I really hope you guys enjoy it. Until next time people! Pkk08 signing off. Cheers! P.S: I would like to say thanks to Isaac for giving me some feedback on my story. Thanks man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7654792293121319887?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7654792293121319887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7654792293121319887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7654792293121319887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7654792293121319887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/04/heya-all-you-fellas-out-there-inactive.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7299823047287216255</id><published>2009-03-22T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:07:05.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all sorry for being inactive for so long. Had some problem coming up with fresh ideas. Hehe don't worry.. I have tons of fresh ideas now! I'm ready to get cracking! (Metaphorically). Btw there's some event called Earth hour on the 28th of march 2009 for those who have not heard about it. More info can be found at Yi Jean's blog. Anyway, back to my story. Here it is. Enjoy ppl. (Those who does not enjoy it will be hunted down by me and kicked in the arse.) Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a daze on that wonderful Saturday morning. The sun was shining brightly and the whole world seemed so peaceful and quiet. Besides that....I KISSED JULIET! I couldn't believe it! I got up from my bed with a bounce and walked down the stairs happily. The sound of mom preparing breakfast could be heard from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mom! What's for breakfast?" I said with a cheerful tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, someone's in a good mood today. Bacon and egg son. What's with the good mood?" she asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..nothing. Just feeling great today." I replied with a sly smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the door bell rang. I went to open the door. "Don't worry mom, I got this." Who could be at our door this early in the morning. I opened the door and was surprised to see Joshy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY MAN! How did it go yesterday?! Did you guys like ki-" he started but stopped midway when I clamped my hands over his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you nuts? My mom is right in the kitchen! You came this early in the morning to ask me this question? What're you too free or something?" I whispered furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry man. Lost my head there. So did you?" he whispered quietly this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on up to my room and I'll tell you all about it." I told him with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boooyah! You sly son of a-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your words in my house Joshy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sorry. Got it. No foul words. Done." He mimicked zipping up his mouth and threw away the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good now up,up." I said with excitement. I couldn't wait to tell him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both ran up to my room after Joshy greeted my mom. I slammed my door shut and locked it to make sure my annoying sibling wouldn't try to sneak in or eavesdrop. I turned round and sat down and told Joshy all that had happened yesterday. At the end of my story he was staring at me with wide eyes and gaping at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Martin. Seriously. You are the luckiest guy on earth. How could a girl like Juliet fall for you? No offence intended." he asked jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, yea. I may not be the most handsome or the smartest guy in school but I'm definitely the most...errr...most......" I trailed off. Come to think of it, I wasn't good in anything or special. Unless you count being a crybaby and all a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly my point Martin. Hold on!" his eyes suddenly widened and i knew he was coming up with some crazy theory. " What if she's just using you? You know in some movies some girls uses a guy to get what she wants. What if you have something she needs or wants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh. Unless she wants my underpants or something I have nothing that she wants." I replied sarcastically. But strangely what Joshy said seemed stuck to my head. I shooked my head. If she wanted something she could just ask right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea..maybe you're right. We'll see how it goes. So you wanna go play some basketball? I've got some friends at the court right now. Unless of course you're too busy with...you know." he asked hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure man. Some sports should do me good." I replied with fake enthusiasm. The truth was I needed to get what Joshy said out of my mind. I wasn't even a sports guy! Heck, I couldn't even last 10 minutes in a basketball game. But I couldn't help but wonder. Me and Juliet barely knew each other in a way. I didn't even know what was her favourite food. I was pretty sure she didn't know mine either unless she was a psycothic stalker which seems highly unlikely. Before I could continue thinking, Joshy got up and pulled me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon Martin! We got a game to catch. My friend just called and he said we're going up against some seniors and they need an extra! WE're gonna so kick they're ass!"he said with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great"I groaned. So much for getting out what Joshy said from my mind. My whole day was ruined and I was going to go play against some seniors when i had no experience in basketball at all. "I'll meet you at the court. You go ahead. I gotta get changed first."I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay man. You promised. Don't worry I got you covered later."he said with a devilish grin. Honestly, if he wasn't kinda chubby he would have been bloody handsome. Even now, some girls had crushes on him. Huhhh...some people are just so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to change into my rarely used nike singlet when all of a sudden my handphone rang. Strange....Not many people knew my handphone number or even called me except Joshy of course. But he just left so it couldn't be him. I answered my phone with curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello? Martin here. May I know who's on the line?"I asked. Even before she said her name I knew who it was by the sound of her sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Martin, its Juliet." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..h-h-h-h-ey. Whats up?"I replied. Lame. Whats up wasn't even a proper word. I should seriously consider going to a speaking class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..I need a favour." was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly filled with dread. Was what Joshy said true..? Was i just being used by her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of this part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hope you guys enjoyed it. Its shorter than most of my story but i certainly hope its better. The next part will be coming out soon. Well as long as I have limited homework I can do it. Well, cya guys! Until next time. Plkk08 signing off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7299823047287216255?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7299823047287216255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7299823047287216255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7299823047287216255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7299823047287216255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-all-sorry-for-being-inactive-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7022812721371900927</id><published>2009-01-31T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:59:45.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya guys. Sorry it took so long for me to update. Was kind of busy what with the cny and my schoolwork. I should be doing my schoolwork right about now (who cares?) but i felt like writing. So here it is guys! Part 6! *Hands clapping* Hope you guys enjoy this part. Here it is :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode any moment. That at least would have been better compared to me transferring to another school. The atmosphere in the headmaster's office was tensed. Too tensed in my opinion.. What was so wrong with me kicking Jack's nutsack? He was the one who threw me into the locker first. Well, life wasn't fair. He was the school's football star and I was.. well a nobody. Turning to my left I saw joshy's expresionless face. God knows what that guy was thinking now. I was just about to speak to him when the door of the headmaster's room opened. There he was.... Mr.Dann. The headmaster of this school and my personal judge. What was he going to do? " Good morning boys." Mr.Dann said without betraying any emotion. "Good morning sir." Joshy and I replied. " Sir! We have done nothing wrong! Jack was the one who started it first! We were just defending ourselves!" Joshy yelled all of a sudden. The look on Mr.Dann's face was so bewildered that i could have burst out laughing any moment. Fortunately his composure returned and his face returned to its original expression. Indifferent and not showing any sense of emotion. "Yes, Joshy. There are witnesses saying Jack was the person who started the fight. Mind you I'm not deaf either. I have no need for you to yell like a hooligan in my office." Joshy's face blushed after hearing the I'm not deaf part. " S-s-sorry sir. I just thought we were in trouble or something and wanted to err yell out my side of the story first." "Understandable Joshy. The both of you may leave my office now. But try not to kick anyone's err private part anymore." Mr.Dann said in a serious manner though the corner of his mouth was twitching as if suppressing a grin. Joshy and I quickly walked out of the office. Well, well, who would have know the headmaster had a sense of justice and a sense of humour. "Dude! We didn't get punished! High-fi my brother from another mother!" Joshy said happily while jumping up and down. "I think I'll past..." I whispered quietly as i saw Mr. Megat staring at us furiously outside of the headmaster's office. Joshy turned around to see what I was looking at. Upon seeing Mr.Megat's face the colour drained from his face. "Lets get out of here Joshy before he does something crazy!" I hissed. The both of went out of the school as fast as possible. As we were walking out of the school a sudden thought struck me. I had not seen Juliet the whole day today. Did she even come to school? I was just about to ask Joshy that question when suddenly..."Hey Martin...." Juliet said in her usual soft voice. "H-h-h-hi Juliet." I said nervously while trying to smile. She looked more stunning than ever to me. This must have been how a hero felt like after slaying a villian and saving the beautiful lady. Except I did NOT slay a villian except kick him in the nutsack. Real heroic Martin. Okay back to reality. "What are you doing here? Wasn't school supposed to end an hour ago?" "Well...I heard you had a fight with Jack...so I just wanted to see if you were okay.." she replied without looking at me in the eyes. What the? Was she blushing..? "Err...thanks. You walking back home?" I asked hopefully. Say yes..say yes..say yes.... "Yes." she said. YES!!!! SHE SAID YES! "W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w...Would you like me to walk you back home? It isn't too far from my house.." I should know. I ran all the way back home with a trail of droppings behind me. God..I shouldn't have added that last sentence. "Sure Martin. I need the company anyway. Its always so lonely walking back home alone." she replied and gave me a smile. If that was what it took to make her smile I would walk her home everyday. Heck, I would even kick Jack in the nutsack again if that would make Juliet smile. "So we should get going?" I asked smiling back. "Sure." We were about to go when.."Ahemm..I believe I am still here." Joshy said in a small voice. Aww great. I forgot about him. "Joshy. I think your mother will be coming soon." I said in a friendly tone while my eyes glared at him. Joshy realising why I was glaring at him suddenly kept silent. "Oh...yea.. My mom's gonna pick me. You two coupl-I mean friends go ahead." "Bye Joshy." Juliet and I said and turned towards the other direction. Towards Juliet's house..... "Bye." Joshy said. I owed him big time. I should buy a cake or something for him tommorow. Juliet and I walked silently side by side. "So....Juliet. How was school today?" "It was good. Except the part where I heard you were sent to the headmaster. How did you manage to escape err Jack anyway?" Easy I just kicked him in the nutsack I thought dryly to myself. "Err..luck I guess. With the help of Joshy too." "Oh..I see. I'm glad you're okay." Silence for a few seconds.. What in the world am i supposed to talk to a girl about? For god's sake give me a sign! And there it was. A sign. Literally. A huge billboard with the picture and the new movie Twilight. Err thank you god? I thought to myself. "Hey Juliet have you seen the new movie Twilight?" I asked while praying to god this would start a conversation. She turned to look at me with enthusiam. " Yes I did. Have you watched it?" "Yes" I lied. I hadn't watch the show truthfully. But i needed a conversation and this was the only thing I could have think of. The only thing I knew about the show was that it involved a vampire and an ordinary girl. " Did you see Edward? He doesn't look as good compared to the description of him in the novel." "Wha-? Err yeah i agree. Edward is the...err guy right? The dad! Definitely the dad of the vampire err guy." This was not going as well as i hoped. "Err actually Edward IS the vampire. His dad is Carslile."she corrected me. Oh crap. I better think of something quick. "Yea! Thats what I meant." Who the heck was Carslile anyway? "And that girl. You know the ordinary girl involved with the err Edward. She died in the end right?" All the movies involving vampires and werewolves always ended up with the humans dying in the end. You are one smart guy Martin. My congratulations to myself was cut short when she said "No. She did not die. They're lovers Martin. Are you sure you watched the movie?" Oh great. I screwed it up even more. Time for a change of subject.....how do i change the subject again? I don't even HAVE another subject! Oh no... "Martin here's my house. Umm thanks for walking with me. I appreciate it." Juliet said all of a sudden. Whew perfect timing. "Umm my pleasure." What was I supposed to do now? Wave a goodbye to her? Hug her? Kiss her? Say nothing at all? WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO GODDAMIT!? The both of us stood there awkwardly. "Well I guess I'd better go into my house..."she said in a silent voice. Damn this. I'm going in. Time for my move! This was it. I took a step closer. My shaking hands came out and held her face. So pure..so fragile...so beautiful...nothing could describe her face right about now. My face inched closer towards hers. Surprisingly she herself inched her face closer.... Our face were so close together now..I could smell the full force of her wonderful fragrance now. Jasmine scented as usual.. Our lips touched now...I never imagined a girl's lips could be as soft..as smooth..as hers. My mind empty and blank now allowed my instincts to take over. Wow, great to know I still had an instinct at least. Our lips pressed harder now. This was what I saw in the movies. Now I'm doing it. This was a dream... A fantasy.... I would wake up anytime.... If this was a dream I hope I would never wake up from it. Never.. Her hands intertwined around my neck as her body pressed against mine. This was what heaven felt like. Bliss. We kissed more pationately. Hunger aroused in me. A hunger for her. Nothing but her and her soft tender lips....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...ahemm sorry people. But this is the end of part 6. I've got to finish off my homework now. See you people! Stay tune for the 7th part! Happy February!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7022812721371900927?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7022812721371900927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7022812721371900927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7022812721371900927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7022812721371900927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2009/01/heya-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-4599314133803554628</id><published>2009-01-18T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T04:40:35.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!!! Sorry it took so long for me to update. Was having difficulty writing the story and sheesh the amount of homework teachers give these days. Uncountable crap is what i call it. Anyway i'm back and here's the continuation of the story. Part 5. Hope you guys enjoy it. Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joshy! Hey! I need to ask you something!" I yelled while waving my hands to catch his attention. I had just arrived in school . While I waited for him to come over, my mind trailed back to last night. Last night was definitely the best night of my life. Throughout that whole night I dreamt of nothing else except Juliet's magnicifently beautiful face. I dreamt that she was walking with me hand in hand in the school and everyone was cheering and clapping for the both of us. I turned to her face and gently started to kis- "Hey man! You damn retard! What were you thinking waving your hands and yelling my name like a madman in the middle of our school hallway. Sheesh and look at the lovey-duvey look on your face. You looked like you were in love with the wall or something." I snapped out of my reverie and saw an irritated Joshy busy lecturing me. "Sorry. I had something else on my mind and for your information, and that was my serious look!" I said while trying to cover up my embarassment. "Okay whatever dude. So what were you planning to ask me?" he said with a curious look on his face. "Yea..about that...your're good with girls aren't you?" After hearing my question he grinned. "Good? You bet I'm good! Why do you ask? Having a girl in mind?" I looked at him innocently. "Well, sort of I guess...I need help getting her to like me." How in the world could a chubby guy like him get girls? Girls' taste must have changed ALOT since my parents' age. "Well, well, well, Martin all grown up eh? Sure I'll help you. Name your girl. I'll make sure you get her." he said in a smug tone. "Okayyy..here goes. J-J-Juliet!" I stammered in an embarassed tone. "OH MY HOLY DOG! OF ALL THE GIRLS YOU PICKED JUL-" "Shut up!" I hissed violently at him. We were starting to attract alot of attention thanks to the screaming Mr. Name-your-girl guy. "Sorry, sorry. Martin. Dude. Please tell me what you are saying is not true. When i meant name your girl I didn't imagine you would name HER! Of all the girls it had to be her...God.." "But you just said name your girl! How was i supposed to know?" I replied in an irritated tone. " Joshy? What are you looking at?" I asked. He seemed to be staring straight at me....no...behind me with a frightened expression...oh crap...not good....that could only mean.....Jack. True to my thoughts I felt somebody pull me from behind and fling me into a row of lockers situated at side of the hallway. Ouch I thought as I crashed into the lockers. There he was. Jack, the muscular and handsome star football player of our school. A.K.A Juliet's most crazy admirer. Besides me of course. "You damn kid! I heard you talking about Juliet! How dare you.." he said those words in a very menancing tone. "C-c-calm down Jack. Me and Martin were only saying she was pretty." Joshy said in a frightened voice. I had to give it to him. At least he had guts to try to calm Jack down...though he seemed to have nearly wet his pants. Plus, he wasn't making things any better. "How dare you say she is pretty! Only I can say that to her! SHE BELONGS TO ME! I'm gonna get you too small fry! AFTER I deal with your baby friend here!" he roared at Joshy angrily. "Hey bird brain! Come on here then! I'll whoop your ass!" I shouted angrily too. How could this jackass say Juliet belonged to him. That was the final straw I thought as I stood up slowly. Ouch. I may be mad but that didn't make the pain on my back feel any better. A large crowd was starting to gather around us. Some of them even betting who might win though most of them were on Jack's side. Jack must have lost his patience too because the next instant he was charging straight at me. Great. My whole life I had been a wimp and a crybaby and now I'm going to fight head on with Jack. At least the bright side was that I had made a spectacular improvement in not being a wimp. The downside, I was going to get beaten up by Jack. I ducked to the left as Jack charged past me. Whew! That was a close one! "Why you little squirt! Stop moving! i'm gonna squish you like a bug!" " Kiss my backside bird brain!" I replied. Now I was really going to get it. Well, might as well give it my all. He roared and ran at me again. This time he made sure his arms were wide opened so I couldn't duck anywhere. What the heck I thought and I ran straight at him too analysing his weakest points to attack. "Dude! Get outta there! You have a death wish or something?!" Joshy yelled in a frantic tone while jumping up and down like a lunatic. Nope. No death wish. Revenge more like it. Jack was the first to swing a punch at me. He must have been pretty surprised because anyone sane enough would know better than to fight with him head on. Well, too bad i'm insane then. I ducked under his first punch and gave him an uppercut. I couldn't be sure wether it had any effect on him but I kept punching. I punched his face at least two more time before he countered. "ARRGGGHHH!!"he yelled and punched my stomach. I couldn't dodge it this time and I felt the full impact hit my stomach. I flew backwards onto the floor, all the wind knocked out from me. Jack with his nose now brokened by me advanced threateningly towards me. Bye Juliet and the world I thought. He was going to end me for sure this time. He raised his foot to stomp my face when out of nowhere joshy jumped onto him from behind. "Stay away from Martin you gorilla!" Joshy yelled full of courage and held Jack's head in a chokehold position while jumping onto Jack's back. Wow he must have been watching too many wrestling show. But it wasn't working on Jack the way Joshy wanted. Jack was just too strong compared to Joshy. He could only suppress Jack for a short while and then it would be all over. Joshy and I would be dead meat in a few seconds. Wait! This was my chance to take down Jack! Why didn't I think of this sooner. With adrenaline running in my veins, I quickly got up and groaned suddenly feeling the pain in my stomach. No time! I thought to myself and ran straight at Jack. Using every single strength I had, I kicked him in the...nutsack. The look on Jack's face would have made me laugh had this not been a very bad time. He whimpered once and fell onto the floor while grasping his crotch. He rolled around on the floor and yelled with pain. Joshy who had let go of Jack the moment he saw what I did stared at me with disbelief. "D-D-Dude...You exterminated him..." And then we both started laughing like some maniacs. I had done it! I together with Joshy had beaten the crazy Juliet admirer. We were still laughing when suddenly.. "I see that you and Joshy are having a fun time with our school star football player." said a furious Mr.Megat A.K.A Jack's greatest fan and our P.E teacher. Oh crap was what I could think of right there and then. I could see from the look on Joshy's face that he must have thought the same thing. Great. Just what i needed. The colour drained from my face. I would most probably be kicked out of this school together with poor Joshy. That wasn't what made me scared though..it was the thought of me being transfered away to a different school away from Juliet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry folks but this is the end for this part of the story. I gotta go finish off my homework. Thanks for reading my blog. The next part of my story will be coming out next sunday i think. Good luck to all form 4's on their new year!! Bye! Plkk08 signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-4599314133803554628?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/4599314133803554628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=4599314133803554628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4599314133803554628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/4599314133803554628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-all-sorry-it-took-so-long-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-6563017459193507261</id><published>2008-12-31T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:15:39.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all!!! Just received my PMR results yesterday. Hehe. Thank god that i got 7A's. T.T i must be a lucky guy. To all who got straight A's out there congratulations!! To the others who failed to get what they wanted congratulations for trying your best!!!! Don't give up. There's still SPM. *gulp&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow i'm doing a 1 time special conversation for today seeming its a new year!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! btw.  Here goes ! Enjoy!!! :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place called one utama, there were two guys waiting for the countdown on the new year to start. Special guest is Jim and Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Yo Bob! Glad you made it! Lol you and me are the only guys who appeared.Zzz the&lt;br /&gt;              other's fong fei kei. Damn lar they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Chill dude! The smexy man is here! You don't have to worry about no shit dude! I'm a&lt;br /&gt;             one man partying army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Zzzz. So boring leh. No girls sommore. Sit here like some noob only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Lol. Just enjoy lar. We come so might as well we party lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Party what? Go dance arr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Yea man! Look at those hot girls! I'm going in to dance! You coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Don't want lar. I shy leh. Later they call me a nerd. Sommore i don't know how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Okay suit yourself. I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Kns. Better go other place first before he embarasses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl: Hey handsome. Want to dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: ( Walao! She talking to me arr? Should be what. She is looking at my face.) Errr sure. I'm&lt;br /&gt;             up for a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and the hot girl dances at the dance floor while Bob dances like a professional stripper in the middle of a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Yo Jim! Finally come out to dance arr? Waaa who is that hot girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl: Was that freak talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Err no i don't think so. I think he was talking to the nerd behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl: So you don't know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Yea. *gulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Hey Jim! Over here!! Come dance with me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl: I think he is talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: (Aww diu. What to do now? Kns sia...Why Bob keep on shouting my name.) HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;          If he is talking to me I diok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob walks over to Jim and talks to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Dude i'm here. You deaf arr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Err yo retard. Do i know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girl: Sheesh that IS your friend. You are both retards! Later losers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girls walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Wtf man. You called me a retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: I'm sorry....It's just that that girl was so ho-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Shut up man! If you wanted to call me a retard at least you could say a COOL retard.&lt;br /&gt;         Instead you say i'm a normal retard. You ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Okay lar. I'm really sorry. I want go back liao. Cannot tahan until 12 o'clock leh. Want go to&lt;br /&gt;        sleep ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Okok. I forgive you. I also same. Very tired too. Lets go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Bob walked home laughing and talking about stuff. It was about to be 12 o' clock when all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Hey Bob I think there's someone following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Its alright. I'll handle that stalker! Eh you! Why following us! We too handsome arr? get &lt;br /&gt;         away before i call the cops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim: Yea lar want fight arr? Come lar! I professional white belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Dude just shut up! You're embarrasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Jim walks in front of the guy. Few seconds later...they got mugged. Next morning on the newspapers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO BOYS MUGGED ON NEW YEAR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two boys named Jim and Bob were reportedly seen wearing only underwears by the sidewalk. A reporter named Danny went to interview them. After asking Jim how it happened he said" Haiyoo! We fong sui only! Give that guy chance sia. Later he cry because he fail to mug us. Happy new year mah! Be happy!" Bob then said"Yea dude! I'm gonna be on the newspaper with my underwear on! Smexy! Happy New year all! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is the end for this special one time conversation! Hope you enjoyed it! Happy new year guys! Part 5 of Juliet and Martin will be coming out soon. =) Bye all! Plkk08 signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-6563017459193507261?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/6563017459193507261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=6563017459193507261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6563017459193507261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/6563017459193507261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-all-just-received-my-pmr-results.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-7234129176537121982</id><published>2008-12-21T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:13:09.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya folks, I'm back again with chapter 4 coming your way. Stay tuned as the real story is just about to kick in! Oh! Btw, the story's writing style have been changed into a first person point of view style. Here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum! Mum!" I screamed while trying to knock my way through the front door. "What's wrong Martin dear?" said Patricia as she opened the front door. "I...I..." words failed me. "You seem to be hyperventillating, what's wrong honey?" said Patricia. Many images flashed through my mind. My mother's worried face, Juliet's disgusted expression, and the stares of the neighbours at me while I was running home not too long ago. I left a trail behind, but not a trail from my dirty shoes. Instead a trail that was left by the droppings from my pants. Humiliation swelled within every nerve of my body. "Stop calling me honey like I'm still your three year old kid! I'm no longer a small boy! I'm already fifteen, what's the matter with you?" I paused immediately, shocked at my very own words. "Hey SaveMart! How do you expect mum to not treat you like a kid when you're leaving poo trails behind? Ha! ha!" said Finn. "Save your insults for yourself and stop calling me SaveMart!" was all I could manage to spill out at the spur of the moment. I ran straight up to my room upstairs without another glance at my mum. Guilt washed over my face as I replayed the scene where I yelled at Patricia in my mind. The night was a tough night, I couldn't get any sleep until 4am in the morning. I was still too deep in thought. "Great job Martin! You really nailed it. Now you have yet another problem to solve." I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Juliet, sorry about yesterday. I wasn't me. I...sort of temporarily lost my mind. Will you please forgive me? I apologise sincerely for my behaviour." I said it all within one breath to myself. "Who am i kidding? After what happened today i would be surprised if she even looked at me in school. Oh no...even worse, tommorow is the day the midterm holidays end. I'd rather stay at home and read twilight but...i don't know maybe i should start acting like a real man and own up to my mistakes. I'd better sleep now and wake up fresh tommorow. I'm gonna need it." After what seemed like an eternity i woke up sweating and screaming. Dreams of Juliet and other people calling me gayboy and me drowning in my own droppings still fresh in my mind. "AHHHH!! I DIDNT DO IT! THOSE DROPPINGS AREN'T MINE!" i screamed and finally stopped when I realised it was all just a dream. At that moment i heard someone running up the stairs and suddenly my mother burst into his room. "Honey! Are you alright?! What happened? Did little Martin see something scary?" my mom said with a very concerned voice. Realising I was acting like a baby I flushed a bright red and kept silent. "I'm fine mom! It was just a bad dream thats all!" I paused looking at my mother's hurt expression while guiltiness spread throughout me. "Mom?" "Yes dear?" she replied in a hurt tone. "I'm sorry for my behaviour this few days. Its just that I need you to treat me like a grown up from now on." I apologized as gently as I could. She stared at me as if I had done something spectacular. " Oh hone-I mean Martin! You're finally growing up!" I allowed her to hug me as i grimly thought. It was going to be hard to stop her treating me like a baby from now on. "Mom, I think I'm going to be late for school. I still have to get ready ." "Oh right. I'll get the car started. Be quick son." "Sure thing mom." At that moment i could have sworn i saw her smile while she walked out of my room. The next few minutes were as usual. I got ready and went to into my mom's car. The drive to my school was suprisingly quiet. My mom didn't say a word which was unusual as she normally talks alot. Well, it's better this way i suppose. At least i can plan what i want to say to Juliet. Should I start with a "hi" or a "sorry". Hmm.. At that moment i noticed that the car had stopped. Realising i had reach my school i said bye to my mother and swiftly walked towards my class. My heart beated faster and i started to feel nervous. By the time i reached my classroom door i was sweating from head to toe. "Oh god, lets get this over with." I said to myself and opened my classroom door. I sighed with relief when I saw that Juliet had not arrived. I realised I had arrived early at school when i only saw a few students present in the classroom. "Hello." one of them said. "Hello." I replied in a flat tone. I wasn't really close to any of my classmates. In fact, the only person in this class I talked to was Joshy. A short boy with spiky hair and a jolly round face who sat beside me. Seeing that Joshy had not arrived, I walked towards my usual seat which was behind Juliet. Looking around, i noticed that the colour of the classroom was different than before the holidays. It used to be a bright green. Now it was...a bright red. Great, at least Juliet won't notice me blushing later, I thought with a dry sense of humour. Suddenly the door opened and in came....Juliet. Even from this distance I could smell her jasmine scented perfume. While staring at her I realised i was drooling. "Crap! Why does this always happen when i look at her!" I cursed silently. Maybe my hormones were going haywire just by looking at her. Snap out of it! I repeatedly thought to myself while shaking my head. But for all it was worth it just made me look like a retarded kid saying no to himself. I stared at her as she sat in front of me. I braced myself to apologize to her when all of a sudden she turned around and said "sorry. "Now that caught me by surprise so the only word which I could think of at that time was "itzalritezjuliet." "What? I didn't get what you were saying." she said while staring at me with a confused look. I repeated what I intended to say once more with more confidence this time. " I said its alright Juliet. You shouldn't be apologizing to me. I should be the one doing the apologizing." She stared at me with surprise. Well, who could blame her. Of all the times I had spoken with her this was my first sincere apology which did NOT include me running away with trails of droppings behind me. We sat there staring at each others face intently until i heard a voice. "Martin and Juliet! Will you two please stop staring at each other and pay attention! My class is about to start and I DO NOT want to see you two smooching in my class!"That was pretty embarrasing. I was staring at Juliet's face so intently that I did not notice Mr.Gesek coming into class. Both Juliet and I turned away from each other without another word. I could feel the whole class watching the both of us with curiosity. Especially me. That night when I went home I couldn't help but remember the look Juliet had given me. I couldn't understand the look she was giving me but one thing was for sure, things would begin to change very soon. When I went to sleep that night ,the look that Juliet gave me was the only thing I dreamt of the whole night. I couldn't be sure but I was willing to bet it was the look of someone who was filled with lust...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well guys, this is part 4 of the conversation in a different style. Hope you guys enjoy it! patrick08 signing off. P.S Joshua helped too in some parts.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-7234129176537121982?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/7234129176537121982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=7234129176537121982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7234129176537121982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/7234129176537121982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/heya-folks-im-back-again-with-chapter-4.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-207734705064907942</id><published>2008-12-20T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:58:37.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi every1. I'm back with the 3rd part of the conversation! This time, Martin is not talking with Juliet on MSN but instead he is going to her house n talk directly to her. Lets see wat is going to happen now. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin walks toward Juliet's house and rings the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: (Oh my god.....it would be much better if i didnt come here to apologize to her. Now&lt;br /&gt;                       i'll be looking at her straight in the eye. Oh god....I prefered using MSN. At least&lt;br /&gt;                       that way she won't see me piss on my pants when i talk to her. Here goes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door opens and Juliet sees Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Hi may i help you....Oh SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet slams the door in Martin's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Could this get any worst...Wait Juliet! Pls listen to me. I am really sorry for what i&lt;br /&gt;                        said on MSN. Pls. I didn't mean what i said. I'm really sorry! Pls forgive me! Pls&lt;br /&gt;                       open the door. I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Hmm fine! Seems you begged so much. I shall open the door for you.( He likes me i &lt;br /&gt;                     think. He is even willing to beg me to forgive him. Hehe. I'm just too pretty i guess.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Oh thank god! I really need to use your toilet. I nearly shitted myself right there&lt;br /&gt;                       and then. You're a life saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: (&lt;a href="mailto:#@%"&gt;#@%&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;! Just when i started thinking this guy was getting better!) Get the #$@@#&lt;br /&gt;                     OUTTA MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: But but i gotta go shit! It's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Go do it at the drain you useless gayboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Wtf? U called me gayboy! Shit shit shit shit shit! I hate it when you call me gayboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: So what? Aren't u supposed to be apologizing to me?! You better stop saying shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Okay okay i'm sorry! OH SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO TAUNT ME!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: No! I said oh shit because i just shitted in my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Omg! Yuck get outta my house! This is the worst apology a boy could give!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: But i tried my best! It just happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Get outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet angrily kicks Martin in the face and slams the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Ouch! That hurt! Fine! I'll go! I'm gonna tell my mummy you kicked me!&lt;br /&gt;                        SOB!  MUMMY!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Yea! Tell your so called mummy you just shitted on your pants! Don't ever come&lt;br /&gt;                     back here! I'll put a restraining order on you! You wuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: If you ever kick me again you better watch out! I'm a professional white belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says:......Thats a begginer belt moron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Martin runs off crying loudly for his mother. Behind him is a trail of brownish stuff which i am sure you readers can guess what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( This marks the end of the 3rd part of the conversation between Martin and Juliet. There is no lesson to be learnt here except boys should toughen out more. There will be a special interview on the characters soon to see their individual perspectives on the characters. Don't miss it! Bye and have a good day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-207734705064907942?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/207734705064907942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=207734705064907942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/207734705064907942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/207734705064907942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-every1.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5868494253479849483</id><published>2008-12-17T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:39:10.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all its me again and part 2 of the conversation is here! *claps hands* okay lets start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident on MSN Martin decided to apologize for his bad behaviour the next day. On MSN of course. Juliet still remained indifferent about him liking her. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin has logged on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Hi juliet! Sorry about yesterday. Err i had to go toilet so i told you i was gay. Err&lt;br /&gt;                       meaning i was happy because...i could go to the toilet again......errr because&lt;br /&gt;                       the toilet was fixed and yea..i could go n do my boo boo there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Okayyyy............hi btw. Its ok. You're weird you noe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Erm thx? I appreciate ur compliment. ( She digs me. Oh yea! That boyfriend of&lt;br /&gt;                       hers is a goner. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: I was intending to say that as an insult. (What a loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: &lt;a href="mailto:Oh...#@%"&gt;Oh...#@%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp; u then! Go &lt;a href="mailto:#@!4"&gt;#@!4&lt;/a&gt; urself biatch! Talk to the hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: ........( this guy definitely needs to see a shrink. a good shrink. an effing good&lt;br /&gt;                     shrink.) Well, bye then seeming you just called me those words. I just have 1 word&lt;br /&gt;                     for you. Go screw yourself gayboy! Y would i even want to talk to ur hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: ...............Thats 4 words btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Okay okay wait. I'm really sorry. Its just that i have quick reflex and a sensitive&lt;br /&gt;                        heart. Before i knew it i had already type those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: So you expect me to forgive you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Well theorectically yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet has logged off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Wtf..... Why wasn't her bad word censored! She said @#$$# to me!&lt;br /&gt;                        ( noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my life is ruined! she asked me to&lt;br /&gt;                       go &lt;a href="mailto:#@$"&gt;#@$&lt;/a&gt;#@ myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( So that guys, is why you must never provoke a sensitive girl. Let them provoke you but never provoke them. You just might regret it. Just like good old Martin there. He got pawned! Thx for reading this post. Cya all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5868494253479849483?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5868494253479849483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5868494253479849483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5868494253479849483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5868494253479849483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-all-its-me-again-and-part-2-of.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-5451498360744575811</id><published>2008-12-16T21:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:44:09.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Btw does any1 know how to add a you tube video here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-5451498360744575811?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/5451498360744575811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=5451498360744575811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5451498360744575811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/5451498360744575811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/btw-does-any1-know-how-to-add-you-tube_3929.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54116510826850445.post-2761270312124421055</id><published>2008-12-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:34:48.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created a pretty useless blog to kill my spare time. Whats there to write. Maybe playing basketball would be greater way of spending my time. Well i can't play it for the whole day. And computer games are getting boring. So i decided to make a blog. Just to entertain myself i'm gonna make a conversation between a guy who likes a girl on msn. Lets name the guy Martin and the girl Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Err hi Juliet. I'm Martin. You know the guy you gave your msn address to?&lt;br /&gt;For the class project of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Oh hi! Yeah i think i remember you. You're that guy who likes to stare at girls like a&lt;br /&gt;perverted guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: ......I think u got the wrong person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Oh....i see...then you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: The guy who sits behind you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: The gay student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: I thought the guy sitting behind me was a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Well he isn't.....And the guy you are talking about may be feeling sorta depressed&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: That would be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: I should think so. ( I think she's gonna apologize to me! I'm finally starting to get&lt;br /&gt;her! Muahahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Well get over it then. Change the way you act and look. An example is when i&lt;br /&gt;thought you were staring at me during the 1st day of school. But then u said you&lt;br /&gt;were staring at the guy in front of me. So yea. Who wouldn't think you were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: (AWWW @#$#@$ SHE STILL REMEMBERED! THIS IS &lt;a href="mailto:#@$@#e$"&gt;#@$@#e$&lt;/a&gt;@#!) Err i&lt;br /&gt;think you mistakened me for the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: I could have sworn that guy was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Well, he wasn't. Okay lets get back to our project shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Oh right.Do u want to come over to my house?or i could go to your house instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: (THANK YOU GOOD LORD! THIS IS FINALLY MY CHANCE ) Er what if i go to&lt;br /&gt;your house? Would that be okay? (SAY YES PLS PLS PLS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Okay then. Provided you behave and don't do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: Oh i'll behave alright..( Very naughtily. Muahahaha. YES! YES! YES! This is a&lt;br /&gt;dream come true. hehehehe. She is mine alrite! Oh yea! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: Oh yea.My boyfriend will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin says: ..........(@#$#@$@#$@#%$#^%#&amp;amp;#^@$#!$@!^$&amp;amp;^$%&amp;amp;*$%^$^@#) Okay i'm&lt;br /&gt;gay. Bye. Have fun with your boyfriend.I'm not going to your house anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin has logged off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says: .....I was going to say i was joking. ( I thought he was kinda cute too) Well too bad &lt;br /&gt;                    he's gay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; this is what happens to guys who gives up hope easily. I got one advice for you guys. DON'T GIVE UP HOPE! Nah i'm just crapping. Truth is i got no idea myself. I'm just making up this conversation for fun. Thats the fun of talking to girls. Who knows what their next sentence is gonna be. Thanks for looking at my crap. Have a happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/54116510826850445-2761270312124421055?l=plkk08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/feeds/2761270312124421055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=54116510826850445&amp;postID=2761270312124421055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2761270312124421055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/54116510826850445/posts/default/2761270312124421055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plkk08.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-1-ive-created-pretty-useless-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>patrick08</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14550856083139506987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
