At long last, a change of template,
A Dark one this is, and the effect I love.
So long I had to comtemplate,
If God will turn me away for this.
Glorious Darkness befalls the light,
Fairies originally here gone in fright.
No more fluffy white,
Just soothing black,
Keep my bloodlust in check,
As I lay back and watch the world in slack.
Crap. All crap.
Pardon my dark moods.
星期三, 9月 28, 2005
Bland Day, Girly Sleepover.
Alarm went off, slacked in bed for a while, dad came and yelled for me to get up, finally jumped out of bed, cleaned up and changed, went to work, etc...
An everyday thingy. Nothing to blog about. But still not about to get me down.
Afterall, blogs can be a place for shit crap right?
Hoho...
BTWs, in case u guys wan to actually see photos of the gals BBQ at marina South, u can do so at the same place.
Just last sat, the girls had a sleepover at my place (no photos cos no camera), and we were trying to think of something we could do for sleepovers. Yes. not very experienced in terms of that, cos we were so down to the very last brain cell when i suggested we play scrabble. YUCKS. anyways, the idea was vetoed by the not-so-nerdy girls and we were totally out of things to do.
Then May came along and mentioned that we could paint our nails... Bloody girly. anyways that's wat we did and we came away with pink nails all of them but me (cos XH n MAY had very "nicely" painted a whole load of rubbish on mine).
And to boot, I had a remembrance left behind when May accidentally spilled the bottle of metallic brownish red polish onto my Freshly-cleaned mattress. Now it just looks like someone specifically shot their menses in a straight line. Gross. My mom really thought it was blood...
Yes, if u read XH's blog, u'll wonder about the quilt on the tree. Well, the last i saw of it, it was still there. ah-huh. good thing i dun walk that way, so i probably won't be the one seeing a white fluffy thing on the tree at night... whew. damn i scare too easy.
So sorry to my gal MAYBELLINE, she couldn't sleep well due to the aircon i think (since she said it on XH's flooble). Will equip u with more think jackets and socks the next time u come. So sorry.
ANYWAYS, was still peeved about my ruined nails and i really started disliking those limited colors i have at home. So, i went on a shopping spree for nail polish. Not exactly a huge spending budget, hence i stopped by some beauty provision shop in Bukit Merah, and spent a total of 4 bucks on 2 bottles of nail polish branded "Rainbow". Since May had sparked off my sudden enthusiam for black nails, I got this black which i tot was black. But unfortunately, becoz of the no-trying system ($2 le, wat u expect?), it wasn't until i tried it at home, then i realised tat it was dark red. u know the color of blood when dried up? that red that's so dark that it looks black if u dun look too close. Yeah, that's the same color. Well, on the other hand, i found tat i actually liked the color even better than the black tat i had originally planned to buy.
So, the verdict: My nails look totally vampirish. Luv it. Just missing the black eyeliners and black clothes to complete the Goth look.
Ok. i think tat's enuf crap for the day.
Jya.
P.S:
On second reading, I found the entire post to be totally bimbotic.
Shit.
I prefer Goth.
An everyday thingy. Nothing to blog about. But still not about to get me down.
Afterall, blogs can be a place for shit crap right?
Hoho...
BTWs, in case u guys wan to actually see photos of the gals BBQ at marina South, u can do so at the same place.
Just last sat, the girls had a sleepover at my place (no photos cos no camera), and we were trying to think of something we could do for sleepovers. Yes. not very experienced in terms of that, cos we were so down to the very last brain cell when i suggested we play scrabble. YUCKS. anyways, the idea was vetoed by the not-so-nerdy girls and we were totally out of things to do.
Then May came along and mentioned that we could paint our nails... Bloody girly. anyways that's wat we did and we came away with pink nails all of them but me (cos XH n MAY had very "nicely" painted a whole load of rubbish on mine).
And to boot, I had a remembrance left behind when May accidentally spilled the bottle of metallic brownish red polish onto my Freshly-cleaned mattress. Now it just looks like someone specifically shot their menses in a straight line. Gross. My mom really thought it was blood...
Yes, if u read XH's blog, u'll wonder about the quilt on the tree. Well, the last i saw of it, it was still there. ah-huh. good thing i dun walk that way, so i probably won't be the one seeing a white fluffy thing on the tree at night... whew. damn i scare too easy.
So sorry to my gal MAYBELLINE, she couldn't sleep well due to the aircon i think (since she said it on XH's flooble). Will equip u with more think jackets and socks the next time u come. So sorry.
ANYWAYS, was still peeved about my ruined nails and i really started disliking those limited colors i have at home. So, i went on a shopping spree for nail polish. Not exactly a huge spending budget, hence i stopped by some beauty provision shop in Bukit Merah, and spent a total of 4 bucks on 2 bottles of nail polish branded "Rainbow". Since May had sparked off my sudden enthusiam for black nails, I got this black which i tot was black. But unfortunately, becoz of the no-trying system ($2 le, wat u expect?), it wasn't until i tried it at home, then i realised tat it was dark red. u know the color of blood when dried up? that red that's so dark that it looks black if u dun look too close. Yeah, that's the same color. Well, on the other hand, i found tat i actually liked the color even better than the black tat i had originally planned to buy.
So, the verdict: My nails look totally vampirish. Luv it. Just missing the black eyeliners and black clothes to complete the Goth look.
Ok. i think tat's enuf crap for the day.
Jya.
P.S:
On second reading, I found the entire post to be totally bimbotic.
Shit.
I prefer Goth.
星期日, 9月 18, 2005
A New Post in a Long Time...
Yeah... As the title says.
It's been a freakin' long time since i last set pen on this blog.
Weird tinkling in my body. And I'm itching to scribble shit once again.
ok. not itching. but upon popular request from my friends, those who ACTUALLY come back to check my bloggie, and disappointedly found nothing, here's a treat for you.
There's something here now.
Hey.
Don't complain. It ain't much, but still it is something.
okie. Updates on my life?
Hmm...
...
..
.
.
.
There's nothing much. but i guess a good thing worth mentioning would be me n my crew decide we shld really set aside time to meet up on every 2nd n 4th Sat of a mth and we did. It was successful of cos, and we're like onto our 5th this coming Sat. Sleepover! WOOHOO!!
Girls who can't find time for their girlies will probably feel the heat when their r/ships with their respective halves end. Girlfriends bitch so much with you that you won't have sufficient time to go weep over that F***ing creep.
So a piece of good advice to the female race:
Build your friendships with the gals you know. They could be that angelic touch when you are right at the bottom of the hell.
That's all for today folks. For the outing pics, i suggest u go check out kook's blog, I totally deleted that Hello software that entitles me easy input of photos. Crap. Takes up too much space in my machine. My Sims 2 Nightlife needs it more.
Enuf said.
See ya again.
Hopefully.
It's been a freakin' long time since i last set pen on this blog.
Weird tinkling in my body. And I'm itching to scribble shit once again.
ok. not itching. but upon popular request from my friends, those who ACTUALLY come back to check my bloggie, and disappointedly found nothing, here's a treat for you.
There's something here now.
Hey.
Don't complain. It ain't much, but still it is something.
okie. Updates on my life?
Hmm...
...
..
.
.
.
There's nothing much. but i guess a good thing worth mentioning would be me n my crew decide we shld really set aside time to meet up on every 2nd n 4th Sat of a mth and we did. It was successful of cos, and we're like onto our 5th this coming Sat. Sleepover! WOOHOO!!
Girls who can't find time for their girlies will probably feel the heat when their r/ships with their respective halves end. Girlfriends bitch so much with you that you won't have sufficient time to go weep over that F***ing creep.
So a piece of good advice to the female race:
Build your friendships with the gals you know. They could be that angelic touch when you are right at the bottom of the hell.
That's all for today folks. For the outing pics, i suggest u go check out kook's blog, I totally deleted that Hello software that entitles me easy input of photos. Crap. Takes up too much space in my machine. My Sims 2 Nightlife needs it more.
Enuf said.
See ya again.
Hopefully.
星期日, 7月 24, 2005
星期二, 7月 05, 2005
An AMAZING Read...
As my friends know of me, I have always an infatuating interest in vampirism.
Not of the Nosferatu, the deformed ones.
But very much of the Toreadors, in other words, Beautiful Death, Vamps so beautiful and infatuated in things as beautiful as they are...
Seduction is probably the word to describe them.
Okok... anyways, I have a great book recommendation for all who loves the same vamps.
Anita Blake. Heard of her?
There're even fan sites where fan fictions are being posted like on Pomme de Sang
Go Amazon or something.
As far as I know, the Singapore National Library has quite a number of copies of the full series. 12 books in total.
But I'm not sure whether it ends here. Doubt so. Hope not...
Anyways, I've gotten the entire series and so far it's been orgasmic to me....
Yum.
Not of the Nosferatu, the deformed ones.
But very much of the Toreadors, in other words, Beautiful Death, Vamps so beautiful and infatuated in things as beautiful as they are...
Seduction is probably the word to describe them.
Okok... anyways, I have a great book recommendation for all who loves the same vamps.
Anita Blake. Heard of her?
There're even fan sites where fan fictions are being posted like on Pomme de Sang
Go Amazon or something.
As far as I know, the Singapore National Library has quite a number of copies of the full series. 12 books in total.
But I'm not sure whether it ends here. Doubt so. Hope not...
Anyways, I've gotten the entire series and so far it's been orgasmic to me....
Yum.
星期五, 5月 27, 2005
Think i'm only here for Angela...
All I Need it Love III
Yoz… Back for the 3rd chapter of All I need is Love.
It’s kind of weird for me, trying to weave tales of Jasmine and Marcus, being my name and my boyfriend’s. Don’t know what got me to start it in the first place. Anyways, got to finish up what I started. Hope you enjoy the story!
I woke up to a late sunny afternoon and stretched for a while. It was after some time that I realized that I had a guest in my bedroom. A familiar figure of a guy dressed in that familiar low-slung Bermudas, snoozing on my favorite loveseat, just a foot away from my bed.
I wanted to close the gap between us, walk over and touch that very face which had brought back memories of my past relationship with Marcus McIntyre. But fearing that I might wake him up, I settled for my decision to stay in bed and watch him sleep instead.
A bad mistake to reach for the glass of water beside my bed as it crashed onto the floor. The noise got him stirring and he snapped out from his sleep.
“What…” Marcus suddenly remembered where he was and why he was there as he turned sharply to look at me.
“Are you alright? You scared the daylights out of me!” He rushed over with that panicky look.
I couldn’t help but smile at him, assuring him that I was fine. Then I remembered what had happened, and what I had said to him before I fainted, and my face turned pink.
“Sorry for what had happened just now, I was just too caught up with feeling sorry for myself, and I totally mistook you for my ex-boyfriend. And sorry for the times, I avoided you so obviously, I just didn’t know what to think, seeing how physically alike you both are…”
Marcus’ face turned solemn as he sat by my bed. “I think I ought to tell you something about me, something that no one except my family knows. I’m not sure if it has anything to do with you or that McIntyre guy…”
He took in a deep breath and continued, “The truth is I don’t have any memories of my past before I was 16. My brother told me that I was lost when I was 5. It happened when my family had gone on a vacation, and dropped by a town for a rest, but unfortunately encountered a band of ruffians. The ruffians had known that my family was well off and had taken me for a ransom from my parents. My family was so frightened as I was only five and they didn’t know what the ruffians would do to me, hence their efforts in gathering the money for the ransom in the shortest time possible.”
“What happened with the ruffians I don’t know, but I have a faint memory of a young woman whom I think was one of the ruffians’ girls. She had known what was going to happen to me, regardless of whether my family paid up for the ransom, and she secretly led me away. I have no recollection of whatever happened after that, so I reckon I must have knocked my head onto something then.”
“And how I eventually caught up with my family, I’m not too sure about what exactly happened. But my brother had told me that I was found beaten up and sprawled on the ground, right in front of StrangeTown’s Police HQ, and my brother happened to be there to visit his good friend, the Police chief detective. He found me relatively familiar, as we had not seen each other for about ten years, and took me home to care for. And from there we realized that we are actually brothers by blood. My parents were dead by then, grieving their last years for me, and I would really give much to see them just once more. Well, at least I found my brother and the rest of the relatives I had lost when I was five.
“What I really want to do now is to find out what happened to me between the times when I was five to fifteen. One clue was that I have always remembered that I had to come to Sims State University to find something or someone, which I have no idea what. But now that I’m here, I know that the person I needed to find was you.” Marcus finished his story quietly and raised his eyes to look at me.
I was shocked. Here I was, trying to convince myself that the he could not have been Marcus McIntyre, and then he tells a story, which had linked him to the appearance and disappearance of Marcus McIntyre in my life!
I didn’t realize that I was crying until a teardrop had rolled down my cheek and fallen onto my right hand. “ Why do things have to happen like this?” I covered my face with my hands.
Then I heard Marcus in a most gentle voice, “Please don’t be too sad. Everything will fall into place soon.” And I felt his arms around me, making me feel comforted and I suddenly have the notion that his shoulder can hold all of my troubles and me. My head fitted so well at the nape of his shoulder, and I feel my tension leaving me as I began to cry on his shoulder.
After some crying and his shoulder wet and sticky from my tears, I raised my head and looked at him into his eyes. The tenderness he looked back at me with was overwhelming and I found myself kissing him gently on his lips. He looked surprised when I drew back upon realizing what I had done.
I wanted to bury myself in the ground and be lost from the world. What is he going to think of me now that I fainted upon seeing him, raged at him, and kissed him, before we even became anything more than friends?! I was so embarrassed that I turned to leave. But he grabbed my hand and turned my face to his and kissed me. It felt so right to be here with him, held by him and kissing his lips…
Later that night, I made dinner for him and I told him what had happened in the past with Marcus McIntyre to see if he could remember any of it. He thought carefully while munching on the hamburger I made and said, “I think I’ll need to spend some time in your old house to see if I can recall anything from the past. Do you mind?”
My face paled upon hearing that, as I hadn’t forgotten that the “Queen” of the Tannery Mansion was still well and around. But Marcus has got to spend some time there!
“Alright. I’ll get you into the house. We’ll go back there after we graduate.” I resigned to my fate. Upon graduation I would have officially become an adult, and Edna wouldn’t have control over me then. Well, I could still move out even if I move back for a while right? So I was both anticipating yet not wishing for the arrival of the day we graduate.
The day finally arrived as we donned our graduation robes and hat, and celebrated our last days in Sims State University before returning home. There were parties and boozing and lots of streaking going on for those couple of days, and I really wished for time to remain at that moment, with all my friends and Marcus.
“We’ll be going back to the Tannery Mansion tomorrow. What’s with that glum face?” Marcus came from behind of me, when I was staring wistfully out of the window on the last night in college.
“That is what’s so frightening! I haven’t seen her for so long and I know she hadn’t changed her attitude the least bit. I’m afraid of being under her control once more.” I was close to tears as I remembered Edna sneering at me.
“Well, that’s the past and it’s going to stay there. This time round, it’s different and you know it. I’ll be with you still if it ever happens. I’ll protect you. I promise.”
It felt so warm to hear the words he said and I turned around. His chocolate-brown eyes gazed longingly at my lips, and instinctively, our lips met.
The entire night was spent inside my room as I gave my first time to this boy whom I knew I have loved since I was five.
The very next morning, I bid my college friends goodbye and brought Marcus back to Pleasantville once again to continue off where I had left behind. It’s been quite some years since I last saw her and I was terribly nervous about seeing her and her piercing sarcastism.
I brought Marcus back to the Tannery Mansion that night and Edna was lounging in the living room on the expensive couch that I assumed she had just bought. She didn’t even get up to let me in when I stood at the front door to ring the doorbell for such a long time. And now, when I came into the room she didn’t even flinch or look up at me.
It was only when I stood in front of her that she actually looked up at me irritably.
“What do you want brat? Finished your degree and feeling you can stand up to me now, am I right? Well, let me tell you. You’ll never beat me at my game. I’ve the experience and you’ve only got your stupid fancy degree.”
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and I took a deep breath. Better to be polite to her first.
“Aunt Edna, I would like to introduce you to my friend from college. He’ll be staying here for a while if you don’t mind.”
She stood up and smirked at me, “so, you’re bringing a guy home now? Finally, slut! And you think I’m the one who’s…” Her words trailed off, as she caught sight of Marcus leisurely strolling in, in his formals (I especially asked him to dress up to make an impression).
As I turned to look at her, her tanned face gradually turned a pale white, and her jaws dropped wide open.
And she screamed.
~End of Part 3~
What will happen in the next episode?
-Will Edna think that both Marcus are the same?
-Will She allow him to stay at the Tannery Mansion?
-Will Jasmine ever regain her freedom now that she’s an adult?
-Or will she continue to live under Edna’s reign in the Tannery Mansion?
Please stay tuned for the upcoming episode of All I Need Is Love 4!!
Yoz… Back for the 3rd chapter of All I need is Love.
It’s kind of weird for me, trying to weave tales of Jasmine and Marcus, being my name and my boyfriend’s. Don’t know what got me to start it in the first place. Anyways, got to finish up what I started. Hope you enjoy the story!
I woke up to a late sunny afternoon and stretched for a while. It was after some time that I realized that I had a guest in my bedroom. A familiar figure of a guy dressed in that familiar low-slung Bermudas, snoozing on my favorite loveseat, just a foot away from my bed.
I wanted to close the gap between us, walk over and touch that very face which had brought back memories of my past relationship with Marcus McIntyre. But fearing that I might wake him up, I settled for my decision to stay in bed and watch him sleep instead.
A bad mistake to reach for the glass of water beside my bed as it crashed onto the floor. The noise got him stirring and he snapped out from his sleep.
“What…” Marcus suddenly remembered where he was and why he was there as he turned sharply to look at me.
“Are you alright? You scared the daylights out of me!” He rushed over with that panicky look.
I couldn’t help but smile at him, assuring him that I was fine. Then I remembered what had happened, and what I had said to him before I fainted, and my face turned pink.
“Sorry for what had happened just now, I was just too caught up with feeling sorry for myself, and I totally mistook you for my ex-boyfriend. And sorry for the times, I avoided you so obviously, I just didn’t know what to think, seeing how physically alike you both are…”
Marcus’ face turned solemn as he sat by my bed. “I think I ought to tell you something about me, something that no one except my family knows. I’m not sure if it has anything to do with you or that McIntyre guy…”
He took in a deep breath and continued, “The truth is I don’t have any memories of my past before I was 16. My brother told me that I was lost when I was 5. It happened when my family had gone on a vacation, and dropped by a town for a rest, but unfortunately encountered a band of ruffians. The ruffians had known that my family was well off and had taken me for a ransom from my parents. My family was so frightened as I was only five and they didn’t know what the ruffians would do to me, hence their efforts in gathering the money for the ransom in the shortest time possible.”
“What happened with the ruffians I don’t know, but I have a faint memory of a young woman whom I think was one of the ruffians’ girls. She had known what was going to happen to me, regardless of whether my family paid up for the ransom, and she secretly led me away. I have no recollection of whatever happened after that, so I reckon I must have knocked my head onto something then.”
“And how I eventually caught up with my family, I’m not too sure about what exactly happened. But my brother had told me that I was found beaten up and sprawled on the ground, right in front of StrangeTown’s Police HQ, and my brother happened to be there to visit his good friend, the Police chief detective. He found me relatively familiar, as we had not seen each other for about ten years, and took me home to care for. And from there we realized that we are actually brothers by blood. My parents were dead by then, grieving their last years for me, and I would really give much to see them just once more. Well, at least I found my brother and the rest of the relatives I had lost when I was five.
“What I really want to do now is to find out what happened to me between the times when I was five to fifteen. One clue was that I have always remembered that I had to come to Sims State University to find something or someone, which I have no idea what. But now that I’m here, I know that the person I needed to find was you.” Marcus finished his story quietly and raised his eyes to look at me.
I was shocked. Here I was, trying to convince myself that the he could not have been Marcus McIntyre, and then he tells a story, which had linked him to the appearance and disappearance of Marcus McIntyre in my life!
I didn’t realize that I was crying until a teardrop had rolled down my cheek and fallen onto my right hand. “ Why do things have to happen like this?” I covered my face with my hands.
Then I heard Marcus in a most gentle voice, “Please don’t be too sad. Everything will fall into place soon.” And I felt his arms around me, making me feel comforted and I suddenly have the notion that his shoulder can hold all of my troubles and me. My head fitted so well at the nape of his shoulder, and I feel my tension leaving me as I began to cry on his shoulder.
After some crying and his shoulder wet and sticky from my tears, I raised my head and looked at him into his eyes. The tenderness he looked back at me with was overwhelming and I found myself kissing him gently on his lips. He looked surprised when I drew back upon realizing what I had done.
I wanted to bury myself in the ground and be lost from the world. What is he going to think of me now that I fainted upon seeing him, raged at him, and kissed him, before we even became anything more than friends?! I was so embarrassed that I turned to leave. But he grabbed my hand and turned my face to his and kissed me. It felt so right to be here with him, held by him and kissing his lips…
Later that night, I made dinner for him and I told him what had happened in the past with Marcus McIntyre to see if he could remember any of it. He thought carefully while munching on the hamburger I made and said, “I think I’ll need to spend some time in your old house to see if I can recall anything from the past. Do you mind?”
My face paled upon hearing that, as I hadn’t forgotten that the “Queen” of the Tannery Mansion was still well and around. But Marcus has got to spend some time there!
“Alright. I’ll get you into the house. We’ll go back there after we graduate.” I resigned to my fate. Upon graduation I would have officially become an adult, and Edna wouldn’t have control over me then. Well, I could still move out even if I move back for a while right? So I was both anticipating yet not wishing for the arrival of the day we graduate.
The day finally arrived as we donned our graduation robes and hat, and celebrated our last days in Sims State University before returning home. There were parties and boozing and lots of streaking going on for those couple of days, and I really wished for time to remain at that moment, with all my friends and Marcus.
“We’ll be going back to the Tannery Mansion tomorrow. What’s with that glum face?” Marcus came from behind of me, when I was staring wistfully out of the window on the last night in college.
“That is what’s so frightening! I haven’t seen her for so long and I know she hadn’t changed her attitude the least bit. I’m afraid of being under her control once more.” I was close to tears as I remembered Edna sneering at me.
“Well, that’s the past and it’s going to stay there. This time round, it’s different and you know it. I’ll be with you still if it ever happens. I’ll protect you. I promise.”
It felt so warm to hear the words he said and I turned around. His chocolate-brown eyes gazed longingly at my lips, and instinctively, our lips met.
The entire night was spent inside my room as I gave my first time to this boy whom I knew I have loved since I was five.
The very next morning, I bid my college friends goodbye and brought Marcus back to Pleasantville once again to continue off where I had left behind. It’s been quite some years since I last saw her and I was terribly nervous about seeing her and her piercing sarcastism.
I brought Marcus back to the Tannery Mansion that night and Edna was lounging in the living room on the expensive couch that I assumed she had just bought. She didn’t even get up to let me in when I stood at the front door to ring the doorbell for such a long time. And now, when I came into the room she didn’t even flinch or look up at me.
It was only when I stood in front of her that she actually looked up at me irritably.
“What do you want brat? Finished your degree and feeling you can stand up to me now, am I right? Well, let me tell you. You’ll never beat me at my game. I’ve the experience and you’ve only got your stupid fancy degree.”
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and I took a deep breath. Better to be polite to her first.
“Aunt Edna, I would like to introduce you to my friend from college. He’ll be staying here for a while if you don’t mind.”
She stood up and smirked at me, “so, you’re bringing a guy home now? Finally, slut! And you think I’m the one who’s…” Her words trailed off, as she caught sight of Marcus leisurely strolling in, in his formals (I especially asked him to dress up to make an impression).
As I turned to look at her, her tanned face gradually turned a pale white, and her jaws dropped wide open.
And she screamed.
~End of Part 3~
What will happen in the next episode?
-Will Edna think that both Marcus are the same?
-Will She allow him to stay at the Tannery Mansion?
-Will Jasmine ever regain her freedom now that she’s an adult?
-Or will she continue to live under Edna’s reign in the Tannery Mansion?
Please stay tuned for the upcoming episode of All I Need Is Love 4!!
星期五, 4月 29, 2005
Secong part of the story. if anyone is actually interested in reading pointless nonsense...
All I Need Is Love II
That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Marcus…
…..
….
…
The Love of my life who ran away, leaving me to fend for myself…
That realization jolted me up, and I found myself on a small bed, in a room befitting our college’s Sick Bay. I looked around dazed; trying to recall what had happened earlier that landed me in the sick bay… University Lounge… Heather… Band… … MARCUS! I remembered seeing his face. The image was too vivid to be false. Could it be a dream that I saw him in?
At that moment, Heather came in with a glass of warm water, and rushed to my side once she saw that I was awake. “Are you alright? You scared the hell out of me!” She fawned over me. “I’m alright Heath, don’t worry. I just had a bad dream of seeing that guy who broke my heart. But thank goodness it was just a dream…” My words trailed off as I spotted a figure strolling into the room.
“Oh, you’re alright now. Good. I must have sounded so horrendous playing drums that you blacked out in an instant!” He grinned infectiously at me, while he playfully winked at Heather.
I stared at him as he leisurely found himself a place beside my bed. I was speechless. It really was Marcus! I weren’t dreaming!
Then realization turned to anger. Why am I so happy to see him? This guy is the one who trampled all over my heart and left the scattered pieces for me to pick up on my own. I could still feel the shadow of betrayal within me…
“What are you doing here?!” I got up from the bed and turned on him, angry that I had been more elated than unhappy to see him. “What do you want now?! Here to gloat at me?”
“Whoa… Cool it little lady… I really wasn’t expecting my drumming to be that bad… I’ll apologize for it now. I’m sorry.” He seemed overly surprised by my sudden outburst. Too surprised however, like he have no idea of what he did to me other than my fainting at his gig.
I felt my face flushing to the roots of my hair. How dare he make me sound like a child demanding something when he himself had left me in the middle of our relationship? “I’m not talking about the fainting part in the university lounge. But you should know what I’m talking about, Marcus McIntyre!”
“U got my name right the first half, but sorry missy, u got the wrong second half… The names Montgomery. Marcus Montgomery.” He made a James Bond face, and then looked serious again. “I don’t know what problems you had with this McIntyre, but I sure aren’t him. Sorry if my appearance had caused you your mood. I really hope we can start a better first impression without the reminder of what had happened.”
I stared up at him in disbelief as he held out his right hand. How could this guy look so much like Marcus McIntyre but turn out to be another person?! I was about to walk away from him, but Heather grabbed my right hand and put it in his, and gave me an imploring look. I could not help but relent as I introduced myself.
“Jasmine Tanner.” I deliberately used the name that everyone there knew me as, instead of my true family name. Well, I sure could ignore him all the way if he wanted to act ignorant. It wouldn’t be too difficult, right?
Little did I know that it wasn’t as easy as I thought it was. With Heather sweet on Marcus, and the rest of my sorority sisters sweet on the rest of the frat guys in Orele Ursha, that irritating being was here every other day that one would have thought he stayed here permanently.
This Marcus whom I see around so often had absolutely no decency of covering up his upper torso with clothes, which he always bared, showing his outrageous tattoos that always gets the girls swooning over him. That Arrogant Jerk.
Whenever he was to come over, Heather would be in a tip-top mood, and hence being my hint of who was to arrive, I made plans of leaving the house, or locking myself in my room beforehand.
I tried to avoid him for as long as I could, wanting no part of revoking my sad memories, till one day when no one else was at home, while I was practicing the piano when he suddenly walked in. I tried to leave the room before he did come close to me, but he had run over and held me firmly before I attempted so.
“Dammit Jasmine, look at me! Am I so ugly that you have to leave the room the instant I walked in? Or so much so that you have to avoid me at all costs? ‘Cos this has been all you have been doing the past 2 months. At least tell me what I had done to deserve this before you walk away from me once again, will you?” He hollered at me with fierce emotions.
Caught unaware, I was shocked by his emotional outburst, and for a split second, didn’t know what to feel. Then remembrance of Marcus and I sharing our first kiss, and me bawling my heart out, gushed into the mind, causing a hot and searing feeling on the areas he was holding me at.
“Why did you run off and leave me so alone? Why did you have to make me so miserable just when I was so happily in love with you? Why do you have to come back in my life now that I have picked up my shattered pieces and started living? Why couldn’t have you just left and never come back? Why do I still want you after all these years??” I couldn’t hold all my feelings back any longer. All the anguish and longing that I had felt throughout all these years just rushed out, choking me up.
He was taken back by the feelings I had displayed and the persisting questions, which he seemed confused about. I couldn’t seem to tell the difference between Marcus McIntyre and Marcus Montgomery any longer. It was he, the guy I had fallen in love with at 15, the guy I grew up with, the man who left me, the man of my dreams…
As I stared up at him with my eyes brimming with tears, my head felt like it was spinning non-stop. Whispers of the past we had rustled about my ears, and my mind was filled with memories I had so carefully tucked in my sub-consciousness. Old promises and loving affections left behind now coming back to haunt me all at once.
Then, for the second time in my life, I blacked out in front of him again…
That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Marcus…
…..
….
…
The Love of my life who ran away, leaving me to fend for myself…
That realization jolted me up, and I found myself on a small bed, in a room befitting our college’s Sick Bay. I looked around dazed; trying to recall what had happened earlier that landed me in the sick bay… University Lounge… Heather… Band… … MARCUS! I remembered seeing his face. The image was too vivid to be false. Could it be a dream that I saw him in?
At that moment, Heather came in with a glass of warm water, and rushed to my side once she saw that I was awake. “Are you alright? You scared the hell out of me!” She fawned over me. “I’m alright Heath, don’t worry. I just had a bad dream of seeing that guy who broke my heart. But thank goodness it was just a dream…” My words trailed off as I spotted a figure strolling into the room.
“Oh, you’re alright now. Good. I must have sounded so horrendous playing drums that you blacked out in an instant!” He grinned infectiously at me, while he playfully winked at Heather.
I stared at him as he leisurely found himself a place beside my bed. I was speechless. It really was Marcus! I weren’t dreaming!
Then realization turned to anger. Why am I so happy to see him? This guy is the one who trampled all over my heart and left the scattered pieces for me to pick up on my own. I could still feel the shadow of betrayal within me…
“What are you doing here?!” I got up from the bed and turned on him, angry that I had been more elated than unhappy to see him. “What do you want now?! Here to gloat at me?”
“Whoa… Cool it little lady… I really wasn’t expecting my drumming to be that bad… I’ll apologize for it now. I’m sorry.” He seemed overly surprised by my sudden outburst. Too surprised however, like he have no idea of what he did to me other than my fainting at his gig.
I felt my face flushing to the roots of my hair. How dare he make me sound like a child demanding something when he himself had left me in the middle of our relationship? “I’m not talking about the fainting part in the university lounge. But you should know what I’m talking about, Marcus McIntyre!”
“U got my name right the first half, but sorry missy, u got the wrong second half… The names Montgomery. Marcus Montgomery.” He made a James Bond face, and then looked serious again. “I don’t know what problems you had with this McIntyre, but I sure aren’t him. Sorry if my appearance had caused you your mood. I really hope we can start a better first impression without the reminder of what had happened.”
I stared up at him in disbelief as he held out his right hand. How could this guy look so much like Marcus McIntyre but turn out to be another person?! I was about to walk away from him, but Heather grabbed my right hand and put it in his, and gave me an imploring look. I could not help but relent as I introduced myself.
“Jasmine Tanner.” I deliberately used the name that everyone there knew me as, instead of my true family name. Well, I sure could ignore him all the way if he wanted to act ignorant. It wouldn’t be too difficult, right?
Little did I know that it wasn’t as easy as I thought it was. With Heather sweet on Marcus, and the rest of my sorority sisters sweet on the rest of the frat guys in Orele Ursha, that irritating being was here every other day that one would have thought he stayed here permanently.
This Marcus whom I see around so often had absolutely no decency of covering up his upper torso with clothes, which he always bared, showing his outrageous tattoos that always gets the girls swooning over him. That Arrogant Jerk.
Whenever he was to come over, Heather would be in a tip-top mood, and hence being my hint of who was to arrive, I made plans of leaving the house, or locking myself in my room beforehand.
I tried to avoid him for as long as I could, wanting no part of revoking my sad memories, till one day when no one else was at home, while I was practicing the piano when he suddenly walked in. I tried to leave the room before he did come close to me, but he had run over and held me firmly before I attempted so.
“Dammit Jasmine, look at me! Am I so ugly that you have to leave the room the instant I walked in? Or so much so that you have to avoid me at all costs? ‘Cos this has been all you have been doing the past 2 months. At least tell me what I had done to deserve this before you walk away from me once again, will you?” He hollered at me with fierce emotions.
Caught unaware, I was shocked by his emotional outburst, and for a split second, didn’t know what to feel. Then remembrance of Marcus and I sharing our first kiss, and me bawling my heart out, gushed into the mind, causing a hot and searing feeling on the areas he was holding me at.
“Why did you run off and leave me so alone? Why did you have to make me so miserable just when I was so happily in love with you? Why do you have to come back in my life now that I have picked up my shattered pieces and started living? Why couldn’t have you just left and never come back? Why do I still want you after all these years??” I couldn’t hold all my feelings back any longer. All the anguish and longing that I had felt throughout all these years just rushed out, choking me up.
He was taken back by the feelings I had displayed and the persisting questions, which he seemed confused about. I couldn’t seem to tell the difference between Marcus McIntyre and Marcus Montgomery any longer. It was he, the guy I had fallen in love with at 15, the guy I grew up with, the man who left me, the man of my dreams…
As I stared up at him with my eyes brimming with tears, my head felt like it was spinning non-stop. Whispers of the past we had rustled about my ears, and my mind was filled with memories I had so carefully tucked in my sub-consciousness. Old promises and loving affections left behind now coming back to haunt me all at once.
Then, for the second time in my life, I blacked out in front of him again…
星期五, 4月 22, 2005
A Long break indeed
Hi folks.
I haven really the time to update. Seriously. and I do think I got to type alittle something here. to prevent Blogger from kicking me out... hah.
Anyways, Since I haven really the time to write. And plus I have been doing some stories for the Sims Stories, I suppose I can actually copy and paste my stories here. Should be a whole lot better than the empty blog that I had been having for the past few months.
Even if you guys don't miss me, I'm sure my blog misses me. HAHA...
Be sure to keep in mind. these stories are merely written for fun. Don't take me seriously. I'm no writer.
In the meantime. Enjoy if possible.
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All I Need is Love
Ah, the Pleasantville as I remembered... A peaceful and pleasant town, with the many residents, so devotedly complying the traditions and rules set by the super power of the town, Landon Tannery (Bank of Pleasantville owner).
Landon Tannery as the top man in the finance of Pleasantville ruled the town with that kind smile and yet a firm iron hand. Everyone in Pleasantville looks up to him as the saviour of the town when Mortimer Goth had once lost control of the town, since the day he lost his beloved wife, Bella Goth.
My name is Jasmine Tannery, and as my name tells, Landon Tannery is my respectful father whom I love and respect very much. I am the only child in the Tannery family, and everyone in the town has shown me the same respect as what they have to my father.
I used to think that I have the most wonderful and blessed life even without my mother as she passed away when I was born. My father though the busiest man in Pleasantville, had always managed time to devote some quality time with me, and for that I love him dearly.
One principle that I really looked up to my father for was that he respected whatever decision I made be it good or bad, and that he would always be there to listen to the outcomes of every decision. And also the fact that there was no lacking in money or anything material.
There was also, Maria McIntyre our housekeeper and her adopted son, Marcus McIntyre whom she had found on the streets when he was only 5. Marcus and I had became great friends from the moment I gave him my birthday chocolate on that faithful day he was brought in, cold and wet from the rain.
My father had no wants of denying this young boy his education and his possible future, and had him enrolled in the same private school as I have had. We studied together, played together and even laughed at the same silly things that Marie and my father had scratched their heads upon. And all I wanted was for this life to continue on for as long as possible.
Changes slowly crept in when I had my 12th birthday. I realized that my father was in love when he brought home a beautiful woman that day, as he never did that after my mother. I was truly happy for him and wished him well, for he had been a lonely bachelor with a kid daughter all these years and it was high time he found someone new.
Edna, a beautiful woman of twenty, had just moved in from Verona Ville. She started working at my father’s bank and had inched her way into his heart in a record of merely 2 months. My father had made it clear to her that she’ll have to accept me, and she did, with an unquestioning smile, treating me, as I was her own. I was so happy as I was to have a new mother. My happy family is finally complete!
That dream ended the day my father collapsed and died from a heart attack and the ownership of the bank was transferred to Edna’s hands, as he had not drawn up a will as Edna claimed. She changed drastically the moment she had ownership of everything my father had owned and my life she started to meddle and ruin…
Everything that she had inherited from my father, every penny to my life, she said she had every right to choose what she wants to do with. I was only 13 then, and I will only get my life back when I am of age. Fortunately for me, my father had already drawn up a whole educational path for me, to complete high school and go on to tertiary level in Sims State University. He had even placed payments for my dorm in university, and a good sum of study grants for me in advance. So all I was waiting for at that time, was to complete high school as soon as possible and move into a dorm in Sims University so I can get as far away from Edna. Maria and Marcus were the only two reasons I stayed for.
Maria my favourite housekeeper/nanny was by then very near death. Marcus and I knew of her nearing death and had been trying to lessen her chores in every other way. But Edna thought that being the housekeeper of the Tannery Mansion, it was her duty to fulfill everything that was ordered of her by the Tannery mistress, even with Remington the new hired help (as all he does everyday was to go up to her bedroom). Hence, Marcus and I had developed a hateful relationship with her by trying to rebel against her rule together.
But my high school years had just begun with me turning into a teenager, exposed to the teenage woes and acne that came with that age phrase. Edna was not as bad as the stepmothers from the Fairytales I read in my childhood days. She didn’t lock me up in the attic or basement and made me do the house chores all day long as in Cinderella’s case. Neither did she try and kill me with a poison apple like the queen did to Snow White. In fact, she did pay for my necessities, and also attend my school’s parent board meetings.
I knew she still had a reputation to keep up with in Pleasantville and had kept me looking good to show the townspeople that she haven’t been ill-treating her step-daughter. But what I could not stand of her was that she had turned into a hussy the very next day of my father’s death, and had been flirting and sleeping around with many men, mostly young and good-looking ones, and that includes the new help she recently hired to rid the house of vermin, Robi. It often made me wonder if she had married my father because she actually loved him or his money.
Maria eventually left us in the middle of Edna’s many chores, and was cleaning the bathrooms while we were in school. We hated Edna for not letting her rest her final moments and have her collapse and die in the bathroom. Marcus was no longer able to keep his contempt for her when he sees her. I was afraid that he might do something rash and get himself into trouble with Edna; hence I tried to keep them away from one another.
Now that there was only Edna, Marcus and me living in the Tannery Mansion, I turned to Marcus at every occasion for comfort and our relationship grew to a point where we became very much in love.
Edna hated the fact that her stepdaughter was going out with a “hired” (as she called Marcus, totally disregarding the fact that she was sleeping with a hired herself). Plus the fact that Marcus was a main source of rebellion within the household didn’t help us to stay together.
And one day, Marcus just disappeared from the house, from Pleasantville, and from my life… I was utterly devastated, and I could not eat or sleep, or think of anything else other than him. Why did he leave me so alone? There was nothing else that really mattered to me in this house than him, since the death of my father and Marie. Was he so disturbed about Maria’s death to the point that he actually left me alone to fend against Edna??
My life felt like it had ended just like that, and I was crying to sleep every single night. Edna even came and make sarcastic remarks on “our true love” which turned out to be a mere “puppy love” where the boy runs off without a fight, leaving the girl to fend for herself. Resentment kept building up, and I started to hate both Edna and Marcus with intensity.
Finally my high school life ended and I was going to college, and away from her. It was not much of a freedom move, as I still had to report to her of everything in college and my life, like the crowd I mixed with (she was really concerned of her reputation as my stepmother), and that I had to return to the Tannery Mansion right after college. But at least I can forget my painful past for a while and have a new life in Sims State University.
My father hadn’t made a specific location for a residence or dorm, and though there was enough money for a whole residence to myself, I wanted to stay in a dorm to experience living with people, rather than stay alone. I might be too lonely and end up remembering of the bad memories. Hence, I decided to move into a small dorm by the University Lounge.
It was a 5-room dorm that came equipped with a tiny cafeteria, a cafeteria worker who took care of the meals, a small room for study and fun, and a small area with a cheap canvas for students to paint and a tiny hi-fi for students to dance and socialize. There were small little cubicles for male and female bathrooms too. Everything there was tiny and more practical than luxurious as compared to my house in Pleasantville. But I loved every bit of it. The students buzzing in and out and the fun factor were constantly up.
Initially, I had a hard time adjusting learning to operate all those appliances on my own and had difficulty making new friends. But after my first semester of being a freshman, I made several good friends with no mention of my family name. I was then known as Jasmine Tanner instead. I was so happy there, without the reminder of my past, other than the occasional calls in secret to Edna.
In my sophomore year, I even made some friends from the Sorority, and they asked me to join them at their Tri-Var House, which was supposed to be the most prestigious Sorority House in Sims State Uni. Thus, I joined the sisterhood, as I wanted a closer bond with these girls who are so fun and loving as sisters.
Turns out that being in Tri-Var entitles one to be more acquainted with the guys of Orele Ursha, which is a prestige as my sisters tell me. One sister, Tiffany recently got engaged to one of the Orele Ursha guys! I didn’t think I’m ready for another relationship after Marcus, but Heather told me that I should let loose, stop thinking of that heartbreaker jerk and start enjoying what College life have to offer. “You HAVE to meet these guys! They are totally of a different league, especially now when there’s a new yummy addition to that Frat house…”
I suppose I should forget about my past as I had promised myself. No point crying over what had happened in the past. So I actually agreed to go down to the University Lounge with my sisters to meet up with those Frat guys.
“Woah…. The band has just started playing… Oh my god… It’s that new yummy addition... Marcus!” Squealed Heather excitedly. A chill went down my spine upon hearing that name. Marcus. No. It can’t be. Could be another guy having the same name…
I turned and stare expectantly at the band. A generally cute group of guys playing music together. No Marcus. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then my spine had a tingling feeling again. I turned and stare once again, this time focusing on the back of the band, specifically at the drummer.
And there he was.
That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Marcus…
~ End of All I Need Is Love Part I ~
Will Jasmine ever forgive Marcus for leaving her?
Will Edna continue to make life difficult for everyone?
What will happen to the couple and Pleasantville?
P.S:
It's alot easier to write using names i know.
And dun laugh when u read it.
I haven really the time to update. Seriously. and I do think I got to type alittle something here. to prevent Blogger from kicking me out... hah.
Anyways, Since I haven really the time to write. And plus I have been doing some stories for the Sims Stories, I suppose I can actually copy and paste my stories here. Should be a whole lot better than the empty blog that I had been having for the past few months.
Even if you guys don't miss me, I'm sure my blog misses me. HAHA...
Be sure to keep in mind. these stories are merely written for fun. Don't take me seriously. I'm no writer.
In the meantime. Enjoy if possible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
All I Need is Love
Ah, the Pleasantville as I remembered... A peaceful and pleasant town, with the many residents, so devotedly complying the traditions and rules set by the super power of the town, Landon Tannery (Bank of Pleasantville owner).
Landon Tannery as the top man in the finance of Pleasantville ruled the town with that kind smile and yet a firm iron hand. Everyone in Pleasantville looks up to him as the saviour of the town when Mortimer Goth had once lost control of the town, since the day he lost his beloved wife, Bella Goth.
My name is Jasmine Tannery, and as my name tells, Landon Tannery is my respectful father whom I love and respect very much. I am the only child in the Tannery family, and everyone in the town has shown me the same respect as what they have to my father.
I used to think that I have the most wonderful and blessed life even without my mother as she passed away when I was born. My father though the busiest man in Pleasantville, had always managed time to devote some quality time with me, and for that I love him dearly.
One principle that I really looked up to my father for was that he respected whatever decision I made be it good or bad, and that he would always be there to listen to the outcomes of every decision. And also the fact that there was no lacking in money or anything material.
There was also, Maria McIntyre our housekeeper and her adopted son, Marcus McIntyre whom she had found on the streets when he was only 5. Marcus and I had became great friends from the moment I gave him my birthday chocolate on that faithful day he was brought in, cold and wet from the rain.
My father had no wants of denying this young boy his education and his possible future, and had him enrolled in the same private school as I have had. We studied together, played together and even laughed at the same silly things that Marie and my father had scratched their heads upon. And all I wanted was for this life to continue on for as long as possible.
Changes slowly crept in when I had my 12th birthday. I realized that my father was in love when he brought home a beautiful woman that day, as he never did that after my mother. I was truly happy for him and wished him well, for he had been a lonely bachelor with a kid daughter all these years and it was high time he found someone new.
Edna, a beautiful woman of twenty, had just moved in from Verona Ville. She started working at my father’s bank and had inched her way into his heart in a record of merely 2 months. My father had made it clear to her that she’ll have to accept me, and she did, with an unquestioning smile, treating me, as I was her own. I was so happy as I was to have a new mother. My happy family is finally complete!
That dream ended the day my father collapsed and died from a heart attack and the ownership of the bank was transferred to Edna’s hands, as he had not drawn up a will as Edna claimed. She changed drastically the moment she had ownership of everything my father had owned and my life she started to meddle and ruin…
Everything that she had inherited from my father, every penny to my life, she said she had every right to choose what she wants to do with. I was only 13 then, and I will only get my life back when I am of age. Fortunately for me, my father had already drawn up a whole educational path for me, to complete high school and go on to tertiary level in Sims State University. He had even placed payments for my dorm in university, and a good sum of study grants for me in advance. So all I was waiting for at that time, was to complete high school as soon as possible and move into a dorm in Sims University so I can get as far away from Edna. Maria and Marcus were the only two reasons I stayed for.
Maria my favourite housekeeper/nanny was by then very near death. Marcus and I knew of her nearing death and had been trying to lessen her chores in every other way. But Edna thought that being the housekeeper of the Tannery Mansion, it was her duty to fulfill everything that was ordered of her by the Tannery mistress, even with Remington the new hired help (as all he does everyday was to go up to her bedroom). Hence, Marcus and I had developed a hateful relationship with her by trying to rebel against her rule together.
But my high school years had just begun with me turning into a teenager, exposed to the teenage woes and acne that came with that age phrase. Edna was not as bad as the stepmothers from the Fairytales I read in my childhood days. She didn’t lock me up in the attic or basement and made me do the house chores all day long as in Cinderella’s case. Neither did she try and kill me with a poison apple like the queen did to Snow White. In fact, she did pay for my necessities, and also attend my school’s parent board meetings.
I knew she still had a reputation to keep up with in Pleasantville and had kept me looking good to show the townspeople that she haven’t been ill-treating her step-daughter. But what I could not stand of her was that she had turned into a hussy the very next day of my father’s death, and had been flirting and sleeping around with many men, mostly young and good-looking ones, and that includes the new help she recently hired to rid the house of vermin, Robi. It often made me wonder if she had married my father because she actually loved him or his money.
Maria eventually left us in the middle of Edna’s many chores, and was cleaning the bathrooms while we were in school. We hated Edna for not letting her rest her final moments and have her collapse and die in the bathroom. Marcus was no longer able to keep his contempt for her when he sees her. I was afraid that he might do something rash and get himself into trouble with Edna; hence I tried to keep them away from one another.
Now that there was only Edna, Marcus and me living in the Tannery Mansion, I turned to Marcus at every occasion for comfort and our relationship grew to a point where we became very much in love.
Edna hated the fact that her stepdaughter was going out with a “hired” (as she called Marcus, totally disregarding the fact that she was sleeping with a hired herself). Plus the fact that Marcus was a main source of rebellion within the household didn’t help us to stay together.
And one day, Marcus just disappeared from the house, from Pleasantville, and from my life… I was utterly devastated, and I could not eat or sleep, or think of anything else other than him. Why did he leave me so alone? There was nothing else that really mattered to me in this house than him, since the death of my father and Marie. Was he so disturbed about Maria’s death to the point that he actually left me alone to fend against Edna??
My life felt like it had ended just like that, and I was crying to sleep every single night. Edna even came and make sarcastic remarks on “our true love” which turned out to be a mere “puppy love” where the boy runs off without a fight, leaving the girl to fend for herself. Resentment kept building up, and I started to hate both Edna and Marcus with intensity.
Finally my high school life ended and I was going to college, and away from her. It was not much of a freedom move, as I still had to report to her of everything in college and my life, like the crowd I mixed with (she was really concerned of her reputation as my stepmother), and that I had to return to the Tannery Mansion right after college. But at least I can forget my painful past for a while and have a new life in Sims State University.
My father hadn’t made a specific location for a residence or dorm, and though there was enough money for a whole residence to myself, I wanted to stay in a dorm to experience living with people, rather than stay alone. I might be too lonely and end up remembering of the bad memories. Hence, I decided to move into a small dorm by the University Lounge.
It was a 5-room dorm that came equipped with a tiny cafeteria, a cafeteria worker who took care of the meals, a small room for study and fun, and a small area with a cheap canvas for students to paint and a tiny hi-fi for students to dance and socialize. There were small little cubicles for male and female bathrooms too. Everything there was tiny and more practical than luxurious as compared to my house in Pleasantville. But I loved every bit of it. The students buzzing in and out and the fun factor were constantly up.
Initially, I had a hard time adjusting learning to operate all those appliances on my own and had difficulty making new friends. But after my first semester of being a freshman, I made several good friends with no mention of my family name. I was then known as Jasmine Tanner instead. I was so happy there, without the reminder of my past, other than the occasional calls in secret to Edna.
In my sophomore year, I even made some friends from the Sorority, and they asked me to join them at their Tri-Var House, which was supposed to be the most prestigious Sorority House in Sims State Uni. Thus, I joined the sisterhood, as I wanted a closer bond with these girls who are so fun and loving as sisters.
Turns out that being in Tri-Var entitles one to be more acquainted with the guys of Orele Ursha, which is a prestige as my sisters tell me. One sister, Tiffany recently got engaged to one of the Orele Ursha guys! I didn’t think I’m ready for another relationship after Marcus, but Heather told me that I should let loose, stop thinking of that heartbreaker jerk and start enjoying what College life have to offer. “You HAVE to meet these guys! They are totally of a different league, especially now when there’s a new yummy addition to that Frat house…”
I suppose I should forget about my past as I had promised myself. No point crying over what had happened in the past. So I actually agreed to go down to the University Lounge with my sisters to meet up with those Frat guys.
“Woah…. The band has just started playing… Oh my god… It’s that new yummy addition... Marcus!” Squealed Heather excitedly. A chill went down my spine upon hearing that name. Marcus. No. It can’t be. Could be another guy having the same name…
I turned and stare expectantly at the band. A generally cute group of guys playing music together. No Marcus. I heaved a sigh of relief.
Then my spine had a tingling feeling again. I turned and stare once again, this time focusing on the back of the band, specifically at the drummer.
And there he was.
That same blond hair underneath that red bandanna, those familiar blue-green eyes which had once held my soul and heart, that face, both handsome and rugged, still able to send flutters into my stomach. Only that he looked more rebellious and obnoxious than ever, with that playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Marcus…
~ End of All I Need Is Love Part I ~
Will Jasmine ever forgive Marcus for leaving her?
Will Edna continue to make life difficult for everyone?
What will happen to the couple and Pleasantville?
P.S:
It's alot easier to write using names i know.
And dun laugh when u read it.
星期四, 2月 03, 2005
7 Days Since He left...
My dearest Granfather.
I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you when I could.
I'm sorry for not giving you due respect when I should.
I'm sorry for not showering you with the sorely-missed affections that I once gave freely.
I'm sorry for not visiting you, and finding excuses to explain my absence.
Everyone here misses you.
So now, it's goodbye.
Your 7th day is up, and you can no longer roam about.
Your heaven now awaits you. And I wish you wonders in your new world.
I'm sorry for not spending enough time with you when I could.
I'm sorry for not giving you due respect when I should.
I'm sorry for not showering you with the sorely-missed affections that I once gave freely.
I'm sorry for not visiting you, and finding excuses to explain my absence.
Everyone here misses you.
So now, it's goodbye.
Your 7th day is up, and you can no longer roam about.
Your heaven now awaits you. And I wish you wonders in your new world.
Suffered the Wrath of he/she who took the pic.
Apologising to the person who unleashed his/her fury on silly old me, regarding the use of bandwidth.
I'm terribly sorry for that ignorant mistake.
I seriously didn't realise that by doing that could be boarding on someone else's bandwidth, till my fren explained to me the situation.
Sincere Apologies.
I'm terribly sorry for that ignorant mistake.
I seriously didn't realise that by doing that could be boarding on someone else's bandwidth, till my fren explained to me the situation.
Sincere Apologies.
星期二, 1月 25, 2005
Absolutely Perthed
Perthed -- To have been to Perth and enjoy all that Perth have to offer.
Can't say that i have been perthed. cos the truth is i haven.
BUT, i am going to get Perthed soon enuf.
Ooh lala...
What's to see? What's to do?? What's to eat there???
So many questions in my head nagging for attention while i tried hard to focus on the day's work.
haix.
haven't much details regarding the trip yet.
will most probably be going with Marc and his parents.
HIS PARENTS??
i know. weird right??
and my mom is so gonna cream me for not bringing her and instead, i'll be going with HIS family.
Shall I attempt to come up with a white lie then??
That do not sound like what a perfect daughter would do...
but then again, I'm not.
ANYWAYS, assumingly, if i happen to be able to go for the trip in March without any glitches, Where would be the places I'll HAVE(DIE DIE OSO MUZ GO!!) to go??
Checked with Xuehua on that one, and she was mentioning that I should go see the Ocean Road or something..
quite an nice piece of scenery i guess...
but hey, i thought that's supposed to be in Melbourne??
haix. think i would really prefer seeing farms.
Think i'll need to research more on it.
Later.
Can't say that i have been perthed. cos the truth is i haven.
BUT, i am going to get Perthed soon enuf.
Ooh lala...
What's to see? What's to do?? What's to eat there???
So many questions in my head nagging for attention while i tried hard to focus on the day's work.
haix.
haven't much details regarding the trip yet.
will most probably be going with Marc and his parents.
HIS PARENTS??
i know. weird right??
and my mom is so gonna cream me for not bringing her and instead, i'll be going with HIS family.
Shall I attempt to come up with a white lie then??
That do not sound like what a perfect daughter would do...
but then again, I'm not.
ANYWAYS, assumingly, if i happen to be able to go for the trip in March without any glitches, Where would be the places I'll HAVE(DIE DIE OSO MUZ GO!!) to go??
Checked with Xuehua on that one, and she was mentioning that I should go see the Ocean Road or something..
quite an nice piece of scenery i guess...
but hey, i thought that's supposed to be in Melbourne??
haix. think i would really prefer seeing farms.
Think i'll need to research more on it.
Later.
星期一, 1月 03, 2005
Tsunami is not part of 2005!!
Hey peeps.
We've all switched wagons; from 2004 to 2005.
I know I have been real slow in posting about the tsunami hit that devastated so many many living, made so many many unexpected deaths.
Those who know me can be sure to tell you that I am not one who is particularly fast with the real-time affairs. So pls forgive me.
It's only just last night that I realised that my good fren Ivan was to be in Phuket for the countdown or something. *flashback*
I was watching the news with my dad when it happened, and i remember telling him how unfortunate if i were to have a fren who's caught in the Tsunami.
Then, I realised a certain msn from a close fren, telling me of his excitement in looking forward to the countdown party in Phuket.
Oh NO!!!
Of cos being the scaredy cat I am, I called up my best fren XH to make sure I didn't remember wrongly.
"huh? i don't think it's at phuket, the place he went." went the steady and calm reply of Miss XH.
*whew*
"but maybe u should call him to be sure."
"WAT?!"
That totally freaked me out.
I had to ultimately resort to calling him, risking the inevitable scolding i would get if he happens to be well, and the curse for incurring his auto-roaming bills..... That's not the main point!!
So I rang, he picked up and told me he was in Taipei instead.
so tt's the story.
Hah. kinda low-climate right?? haw, hee-haw...
oh.. wat was i at, in the first place??
Oh yes... tt I'm all slow and silly when it comes to real-time news..
Sorry about that again.
Anyways, just to greet pple in brand-new year,
I personally have to emphasize the fact tat we shouldn't be associating year 2005 with the terrible deeds of the TSUNAMI.
The pple who are unaffected: pls do yr bit to help. Donate if possible. but do not donate yr old clothings as the freight costs of these things will make it even harder for the volunteers to do their thang.
And to the pple affected: pls try yr best and recover from your plights. I know i havent the right to say this, but i really hope for yr recoveries.
Don't spend the time that was returned to you, dwelling on what had already happened.
Live 2005 like it's a new life!
The world is ultimately made up of pple who have more hearts inside than what can be seen.
Happy happy new year!!
May 2005 bring good tidings to all.
We've all switched wagons; from 2004 to 2005.
I know I have been real slow in posting about the tsunami hit that devastated so many many living, made so many many unexpected deaths.
Those who know me can be sure to tell you that I am not one who is particularly fast with the real-time affairs. So pls forgive me.
It's only just last night that I realised that my good fren Ivan was to be in Phuket for the countdown or something. *flashback*
I was watching the news with my dad when it happened, and i remember telling him how unfortunate if i were to have a fren who's caught in the Tsunami.
Then, I realised a certain msn from a close fren, telling me of his excitement in looking forward to the countdown party in Phuket.
Oh NO!!!
Of cos being the scaredy cat I am, I called up my best fren XH to make sure I didn't remember wrongly.
"huh? i don't think it's at phuket, the place he went." went the steady and calm reply of Miss XH.
*whew*
"but maybe u should call him to be sure."
"WAT?!"
That totally freaked me out.
I had to ultimately resort to calling him, risking the inevitable scolding i would get if he happens to be well, and the curse for incurring his auto-roaming bills..... That's not the main point!!
So I rang, he picked up and told me he was in Taipei instead.
so tt's the story.
Hah. kinda low-climate right?? haw, hee-haw...
oh.. wat was i at, in the first place??
Oh yes... tt I'm all slow and silly when it comes to real-time news..
Sorry about that again.
Anyways, just to greet pple in brand-new year,
I personally have to emphasize the fact tat we shouldn't be associating year 2005 with the terrible deeds of the TSUNAMI.
The pple who are unaffected: pls do yr bit to help. Donate if possible. but do not donate yr old clothings as the freight costs of these things will make it even harder for the volunteers to do their thang.
And to the pple affected: pls try yr best and recover from your plights. I know i havent the right to say this, but i really hope for yr recoveries.
Don't spend the time that was returned to you, dwelling on what had already happened.
Live 2005 like it's a new life!
The world is ultimately made up of pple who have more hearts inside than what can be seen.
Happy happy new year!!
May 2005 bring good tidings to all.
星期三, 12月 29, 2004
WEAKLING!!
AARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
I just had a "discussion" with the Donkey Kong..
He was being nice and all, and so trying to make things easier for me...
And now, i'm feeling something...
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I feel like crying..............
I m so damn weak.
WEAKLING!!!
ARGH...
My mind is so weak that I could just break it with a snap of my fingers.
So so weak....
Mus.. be strong.... er...
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Mus.. drink.. Red.... Bull.....
I just had a "discussion" with the Donkey Kong..
He was being nice and all, and so trying to make things easier for me...
And now, i'm feeling something...
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I feel like crying..............
I m so damn weak.
WEAKLING!!!
ARGH...
My mind is so weak that I could just break it with a snap of my fingers.
So so weak....
Mus.. be strong.... er...
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Mus.. drink.. Red.... Bull.....
星期二, 12月 28, 2004
Wishes for the Christmas that Zoomed Past...
Hey ye all,
Apologising for the fact that I only blog when I'm so fired up with anger.
Will try and include the happy tidings too, instead of majoring in Angry thoughts.
Well,
Here's a Christmas greeting right here and now...
MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!
How's Christmas for ye guys anyways?
I had quite a busy christmas with booze and tonnes of drinking games and Mostly, NO SLEEP!!
HAH.. Myself to blame for that.
For being so lack of self-constraint, wanting to particpate in every other activity that was available.
I'm trying to recuperate and get back those hours of lost sleep. but see wat I'm doing now?? Writing a blog...
HAHA... Sorry Blog, not trying to be sacarstic...
Alright, since there are like 12 days of Christmas (excuses to continue your holiday mood and yr slacker attitude at work), and New year the 2005 is just very round the corner,
MERRY CHRISTMAS & a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Apologising for the fact that I only blog when I'm so fired up with anger.
Will try and include the happy tidings too, instead of majoring in Angry thoughts.
Well,
Here's a Christmas greeting right here and now...
MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!
How's Christmas for ye guys anyways?
I had quite a busy christmas with booze and tonnes of drinking games and Mostly, NO SLEEP!!
HAH.. Myself to blame for that.
For being so lack of self-constraint, wanting to particpate in every other activity that was available.
I'm trying to recuperate and get back those hours of lost sleep. but see wat I'm doing now?? Writing a blog...
HAHA... Sorry Blog, not trying to be sacarstic...
Alright, since there are like 12 days of Christmas (excuses to continue your holiday mood and yr slacker attitude at work), and New year the 2005 is just very round the corner,
MERRY CHRISTMAS & a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
星期一, 12月 27, 2004
Anger, Hate, Disgust, Detest, (the list goes on)...
One thing for sure.
I think that's realy something shitty going on with this Donkey Kong.
If u have read by old posts, U shld know by now that there's this f**king moron who's just plain idiotic, and is constantly fouling my environment with stinky breath as my company's assistant manager of logistics, which makes him rule over me too.
Shall I reveal his real name and his image?
hmmm...
I'll like to provide u guys with the necessary details to defend yrselves against this freak, but think it's still safer for me juz to leave his image here...
And another one.
YUp.
He's a sicko whacko. And hey, I just learnt a new word, Necrophilia.
And I think he has it.
Anyways, U wan to know wat he did right??
Well, Today's supposed to be a holiday for my company...
And I ACTUALLY didn't have to come. Nobody needed to.
And now, with a stupid phone call from that necrophiliatic piece of shit, I have to come down to the office to work. And man, the system is just as crapped up as he.
It's not working. DAMMIT. Then what on earth am I here for??
Just becoz the f**ked-up ARSE-HO has had to lick the boots of the Vietnamese customers clean, so he has me to forsake my beauty sleep?!?!?!
Off to Hell he goes man.
So I have decided to blog here, on my sad lonely blog, to update, and to claim a little more OT salary. It's 2x on a holiday.
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Are u happy now, www.jasminet.blogspot.com?? I finally updated u with some substantial bit of my sad life, though it's plain complaining and cursing..
That's life for you...
Till he ticks me off again...
Hell no.
Hope he'll vanish into thin air, then I'll post a celebration blog in honor of it...
I think that's realy something shitty going on with this Donkey Kong.
If u have read by old posts, U shld know by now that there's this f**king moron who's just plain idiotic, and is constantly fouling my environment with stinky breath as my company's assistant manager of logistics, which makes him rule over me too.
Shall I reveal his real name and his image?
hmmm...
I'll like to provide u guys with the necessary details to defend yrselves against this freak, but think it's still safer for me juz to leave his image here...
And another one.
YUp.
He's a sicko whacko. And hey, I just learnt a new word, Necrophilia.
And I think he has it.
Anyways, U wan to know wat he did right??
Well, Today's supposed to be a holiday for my company...
And I ACTUALLY didn't have to come. Nobody needed to.
And now, with a stupid phone call from that necrophiliatic piece of shit, I have to come down to the office to work. And man, the system is just as crapped up as he.
It's not working. DAMMIT. Then what on earth am I here for??
Just becoz the f**ked-up ARSE-HO has had to lick the boots of the Vietnamese customers clean, so he has me to forsake my beauty sleep?!?!?!
Off to Hell he goes man.
So I have decided to blog here, on my sad lonely blog, to update, and to claim a little more OT salary. It's 2x on a holiday.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Are u happy now, www.jasminet.blogspot.com?? I finally updated u with some substantial bit of my sad life, though it's plain complaining and cursing..
That's life for you...
Till he ticks me off again...
Hell no.
Hope he'll vanish into thin air, then I'll post a celebration blog in honor of it...
星期二, 11月 30, 2004
The OT Queen
Me.
Hah. no la. kidding. 2 days in a row only.
Busy busy. Extremely tired now, without my daily dosage of ample THE SIMS 2 gaming frenzy...
Haix, kept myself extremely busy indeed, how else to explain the lack of time for my precious blog in the duration of MarcBoi's absence??
Hard-core Laziness.
I'm sorry, Bloggy Deary.
I forgot about you.
GOMENASAI...
YOosh.
I'm goin to GANBATE and churn out a new interesting blog for my oh-so-faithful reader, my Bestest fren, and my critic, Miss Chower Baby aka Hot Chick.
She's been complaining that she's sick of returning to my blog for a new post but ended up having to face that POST EXAM SYNDROME post...
Errm...
Only problem here is.......
I'm having a writer's block recently, can't really think of anything interesting to write.... HOW???????!?!?!?!?
Hmm....
Let me sleep on it... Will get back to Blogging Soon.....
Soon enough..........
Hah. no la. kidding. 2 days in a row only.
Busy busy. Extremely tired now, without my daily dosage of ample THE SIMS 2 gaming frenzy...
Haix, kept myself extremely busy indeed, how else to explain the lack of time for my precious blog in the duration of MarcBoi's absence??
Hard-core Laziness.
I'm sorry, Bloggy Deary.
I forgot about you.
GOMENASAI...
YOosh.
I'm goin to GANBATE and churn out a new interesting blog for my oh-so-faithful reader, my Bestest fren, and my critic, Miss Chower Baby aka Hot Chick.
She's been complaining that she's sick of returning to my blog for a new post but ended up having to face that POST EXAM SYNDROME post...
Errm...
Only problem here is.......
I'm having a writer's block recently, can't really think of anything interesting to write.... HOW???????!?!?!?!?
Hmm....
Let me sleep on it... Will get back to Blogging Soon.....
Soon enough..........
星期二, 11月 16, 2004
Post Exams Sydrome with no one to share with...
Sigh...
MarcBoi is once again, on the jet to down under. And miserable me is all alone and bored blogging at home once again...
Seems that the only time i blog is when Marc is away. HAH.
Well, I'm feeling rather bored now that I have tons of time on hand and nowhere to go... think my social life is in the dumps... sigh... time to pick it up, where i left off...
Or maybe it'll be more better if i juz stick to finishing all the things that i actually wanted to do, but havent got to...
Better huh...
Haix.
6 weeks of freedom.
Haix.
MarcBoi is once again, on the jet to down under. And miserable me is all alone and bored blogging at home once again...
Seems that the only time i blog is when Marc is away. HAH.
Well, I'm feeling rather bored now that I have tons of time on hand and nowhere to go... think my social life is in the dumps... sigh... time to pick it up, where i left off...
Or maybe it'll be more better if i juz stick to finishing all the things that i actually wanted to do, but havent got to...
Better huh...
Haix.
6 weeks of freedom.
Haix.
