I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in

We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I make a rhyme
I live my life for someone else

Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)

I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I make a rhyme
I live my life like I wasn't invited

Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the way
I'm in the way

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in

Oh-whoa-whoa

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Dear readers,
I’m sorry to disappoint you but the next few chapters will only come after mid-years. It’s time to mug and mug and mug. /x

And i'll be on hiatus once again, from now till 15/5/2009.
PLUS, i'll miss you people! :D

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8. Have faith
Faith isn’t faith until it’s all you’re holding on to.

“So I’ll see you?”

I bobbed my head enthusiastically as we reached my classroom. Staring at his solitary figure loping away, my cheerful state was momentarily flushed away.

Ray! Turn around. A little voice in my head willed. Miraculously, he did. Halting, he twisted back and gave me a triumphant smile. I waved back slightly as he departed. Get a grip on yourself, I scolded. You can get through the rest of the day without him.

Pulling myself uptight, I strode into the classroom. As usual, heads turned. I hurriedly took my seat at the back of the classroom, trying to become as invisible as possible. I skimmed my reflection in the window. My hair was a dull shade of green. I deepened it to a grayish colour. Now, I could easily pass off as part of the classroom furniture.

Shifting my bangs so that they concealed half my face, my mind wondered off as Mr Koh, the history teacher blared on and on about Hitler and his contributions.

How did mum encounter dad? I wondered dreamily.

Storm never did tell any of you, but there was once when I was around and he wasn’t careful with his thoughts, Fin’s voice boomed in my mind, startling me. I had not sensed his presence anywhere near. He had eavesdropped on me and invaded my mind! Outraged, I demanded testily. What do you know?

Mum fell in love with father during the migratory period. He was one of the cabin crew. There was a thunderstorm and the ship he was on never made it to shore.

As his voice tugged at the back of my mind, my head was suddenly filled with images-a ship being struck by lightning, chaos, shouts of terror and the taste of death. I realized then, that Fin must have saw Storm’s memories and now, he was sharing them with me.

The images flashed randomly, I saw clearly, the ship sinking into the icy depths of the merciless ocean. I held my breath as I saw a few survivors surfacing. No! Storm’s powerful voice cried out in my head as I saw mum swimming towards one with jet black hair, and, for the very first time in my life, I got a glimpse of father.

Storm was trying to stop mum from going to the human’s aid, Fin interjected.

Storm had known all along. He knew from the start, that when mum had dashed out to assist the human, there was no remedy. As helpless as he hated it, there was nothing he could do to stop it as he watched his sister fall instantly in love with a mortal. My heart went out to him as I imagined how guilt-stricken he must have felt.

A scene of mum hauling an unconscious male to a lighthouse ignited in my head. As they reached land, I caught the look of devotion in mother’s eyes. Her hair was flaming scarlet; one I knew would appear when you touched a mermaid’s heart.

At that moment, Storm beckoned for mum to follow the tide and leave. I saw the reluctance in her eyes, the pain of separation, and the pain of parting. A sad, sorrowful tune escaped her lips, one father would always remember; even in a semiconscious state. I held my breath as I saw, through Storm’s eyes, father stirring. He sat up unsteadily, searching the vast blue around him for the source of melody. Yet, I knew, by that time, mother was miles away for his human eyes to behold.

The next few images were blurry, faded. I knew this was the part Storm tried to erase from his memory. I could discern mother seeking desperate means to go ashore. She wanted to be a human. How?

The nymphs, Fin replied quickly in my head, answering my question.

Wow, the nymphs? They were known to be a demanding species with highly supernatural powers. Living in secluded parts, I had the impression that they were sinister beings.

In exchange for her wish, they took away her voice, Fin said grimly in my head. To take away a mermaid’s voice was like robbing someone of his life. I gawked at the possibility of mum agreeing.

She did, he muttered. Images flew rapidly in my head. I saw mum turning into a human, saw her seek out father, saw their happy reunion. I sensed the flood of grief in Storm’s memories. How painful it must have been for him. It was definitely one of the worst moments in his life; a torturous period he had to endure, a regrettable event he had to witness.

The last image that flared in my mind was heartrending. I heard the cry of despair erupt from Storm, the heartache it must have caused him to see his sister evoke an unbroken curse. It was at the lighthouse again. Mother was in her mermaid form. However, something was amiss. Parts of her were disappearing, dissolving into sea foam. She was turning into bubbles and the tide was devouring her gradually when she thrust seven glassy, jelly-like blobs at me.

I heard Storm’s sharp intake of breath when I saw what the globules held. In each of them was a tiny, tadpole-like fledgling, the very origin of our clandestine existence. The water consumed her as I saw her look mutely at me. No, her pleading eyes were fixed on Storm’s at that time. Helplessly, she flailed and pointed to the bank of the lighthouse. Standing there was father, and on his hand, was the last blob.

***
I zoned out immediately when Mr Koh’s voice interrupted accusingly, “Are you more interested in the pathetic strings of weed crawling on your head or have you been in step with Hitler’s remorseless stint?”

Who the hell was Hitler? I fumbled in thought as I attempted to ward off the sudden attention I received. My hair threatened to turn a grotesque bubblegum pink when I felt my cheeks flush.

Inhaling deeply, I asked tentatively, “Pardon? I didn’t quite catch you,” trying to stall time as I listened to the buzz of thoughts around me, searching for the keyword ‘Hitler’.

“You might like to explain to the class your views on Hitler,” Mr Koh demanded.

I flustered as I picked up empty silence around me. Everyone was paying their fullest attention on the exchange and none were preoccupied with their thoughts.

The seconds ticked by. Then, to my relief, someone’s thought squeaked from far left above the deafening hush.

Hitler’s a murderer. His enemies are the Jews, and Mr Koh so happens to be one, she added thoughtfully, not knowing that I could hear her think.

“I think Hitler is an uninteresting speck of dirt. He’s a cunning, merciless, racist freak who masterminded the homicide of thousands of Jews,” I said confidently.

Mr Koh was evidently pleased with my bias answer. He shot me a quick nod and carried on with lesson. I settled down and swiveled slowly to my far left.

That ‘someone’ appeared to be friendly. She had two little plaits which bobbed happily about her head.

I could use a friend, I noted mentally.

As I examined her profile curiously, her eyes suddenly met mine and I could feel her gaze on me. Hesitating, I smiled coyly at her. Surprise flashed across her features and she immediately grinned back.

We both looked away quickly as Mr Koh cleared his throat and concluded loudly that he needed two volunteers to do a presentation on the next chapter.

“I’ll do it,” my new found ‘friend’ chirped.

I turned and saw her eye me, as if hinting me to join her. Sighing, I raised my hand as well.

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Reminder to myself:
Do take note of the following.

1.there's a chemistry redox test tmr

on monday..
2.Chem SPA o'lvl assessment
3.Sports heats
4.A maths differentiation test
5.Time practice on logarithms and quadratics

on thursday..
6.health check

and lastly, NAPFA test in 3 weeks time.

i'm so gonna be Physically and Mentally. DRAINED.
but, at least, i'll be happaye!

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Mood: Frustrated. Irritated. Tired.
yuh, right. I’m so fit.

Recently, lots of unhappy things have been happening. I rly don’t know where to begin with.

I split with my audition couple. Not that I mind, but its just me regretting having spend $_______ on his account. Oh, and not to mention, the time. Well, thanks to sebas, he told me to treat it as a form of charity. I somehow feel a lot happier. [; so there, ARIGATOU GOZAIMAS!

My mother fainted yesterday. The cause? Overnight fried rice…leading to food poisoning. I was like OMFG scared. It was so sudden and it happened in the middle of the night. Luckily, my dad was around to be able to carry her. And then, there was the vomiting and the slipping in and out of consciousness, along with her hands and feet turning icy cold.

Now I’m so dead tired. I think I can drop dead anytime. zZz. I just hope I don’t fall sick before the mid-years. My head is aching like mad and I still have to deal with questions asked by other people about person X.

To person X:

For the last time, if you do see this, I hope you remember what you said you WOULD do. I realized somehow my previous message did not get across to you. What of the two words GIVE UP don’t you understand? Don’t make me use the words ‘back off’ unless you want me to.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, you don’t feel like it. But it’s not like I can do anything or you can do anything if you keep holding onto it.

Your best friend tells me that I ‘should be happy that someone fancies me’. Have you considered, it may be true only if I fancy the person back? In this case, its not. I’m not happy about it. In fact, it’s a pain. Having hurt someone is not something worth celebrating and it really isn’t.
I can somehow relate to how you feel. But, seriously, there’s nothing you can do but accept the truth. Furthermore, I hope you’re changing for yourself and not because you’re doing it for me, like what your best bud said. If you want to be friends, sure. The invitation stands only when you’ve changed, that is.

I also hope you don’t go around prying into my matters through means of harassing my friends or troubling them. If you have anything you need or want from me, just come straight to me personally and I will clarify it. Please remember not to push your luck any further because I’m dreading it and I’m on the verge of freaking out AND exploding if anything else stupid happens.
Lastly, do accept my sincere apology for having hurt you in any possible way.

P.S: PLEASE let this matter rest. I reallyreallyreally do not feel like bothering anymore and I am very very very tired.

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mood: splash!
don't know why, but i feel like having a dip. >w<





Hey all. Hmms, the march hols are over. It's all so damn fast.
Can't believeeee school is back tomorrowwwwwwww. T.T
let's hope i can draggg this day on and on and on and onnnnnnnnn.

Rofl. MID YEARS ARE NEARING.
And what the hell. am. i. doing. here. ?!?!?!
so many people have stopped blogging, its like there's only me left now. Okays, maybe not only me. But, i guess, seeing everyone else taking hiatus or somehow, their blogs are becoming dead, i have this urge to keep my blog going alive.

And, like you see it, its going on. :D
Prettaye muchhh, Rawr.

so yay!

move it move it.
you can do it, you know you can.

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7. Affection grows
Affections are like lightning; you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.

Adaptation was my middle name.

In the beginning, I felt like a fish out of water. On land, it was a lot heavier. There was not the light-weighted ambience I was used to. The medium here was air and made it dry and uncomfortable. I could not even float around like I wanted to. What was more, I had toes; Ten stubby little meatballs that grew peculiarly from my feet. Ha. How I enjoyed wriggling them.

Here, dawn and dusk loomed day after day; each taking turns to reign. As the days passed, I felt myself growing attached to Marine sands.

I loved the feel of the salty sea breezes whipping my hair back; I loved the smell of the sand and rain, blowing rapidly at times; I loved surfing, something I had not known existed after living in the sea for years. It was an invention some genius human had created. Riding a wave with your legs placed on a board. It was as close to that of riding a tidal wave when I was a mermaid, a sport I had enjoyed then. The induced ‘high’ I got from surfing was thrilling and I felt so much back at home.

I loved the carefree and laidback life. It was then, I knew, I had took my very first step; not as a mermaid, but a human.

“Are you going to have those?” Ray’s eyes dipped to the food sitting in front of me. I had yet to lay a finger on the disgusting dish he had termed ‘sumptuous’.

“Not likely.” I heaved, my pitch suggesting distaste as I thrust the revolting plate at him.

“What’s on your menu then? Not us, I suppose?” he raised warily.

“Ha ha. Don’t compliment yourself. You’re not that appealing,” I retorted unpleasantly.

“What could be more appealing than me?” he asked teasingly.

I chose to ignore that.

“Skip my diet. You shouldn’t bother about what fills my tummy,” I replied frostily.

“Okay. We have time,” was his careless reply.

I knew my reaction had hurt him.

As he chewed away on a lengthy, yellowish, mushy stick called the ‘fry’, I tried again, this time not as harsh.

“I have little tolerance for meat-eaters,” I said quietly.

“It isn’t much of a surprise that you would be so sensitive on this issue,” he said thoughtfully.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“I take you’re a vegetarian?”

I stared at him blankly, uncomprehending. What was a vegetarian?

“Vegetarian? Does that equate to a ‘herbivore’?” I quizzed.

“Yeah, it does.”

I nodded positively. At least, we were heading somewhere. The human language was not as simple as I thought. They had the tendency to use quaint phrases.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he gleamed as he vowed. The pearly whites flashed enticingly at me. Once again, my brain dwindled to a crawl. My eyes were glued to his face. The brilliance in just that tiny beam was simply mind-blowing.

“It’s time,” he reminded me as he stood up, interrupting my stupor.

What time? Was he about to make a confession? Did he felt like it was time? It took me a full whole minute before I realize what he was referring to.

Oh, right, lessons.

I flustered as he looked at me in amusement. It ticked me that he thought my confusion was funny. He could so easily control my mind, I considered agitatedly.

As I plodded sluggishly beside him, I felt the full weight of reluctance. I had taken a momentary look at the timetable right before attending school. My photographic memory instantly kicked in and my heart sank as I realized what had been clearly stated.

My next lesson was history. It meant a whole full period all on my own. Ray was unfortunately, taking geography. I sighed as I skimmed his profile. He appeared composed whereas my insides were churning with unwillingness. How could he be so nonchalant? I thought gloomily. It was heartrending to know I was just one of the ‘many’ girls around him.

I was just The-Girl-Next-Door, huh? He was only a human, yet I found it so disheartening to mean so little to him. I felt like a total loser. To be so depressed over a human was such a malfunction; it was a mermaid catastrophe.

Feeling lousy, my irritability was cut short.

“Will you be free after school?”

After school? If I gave my daily surfing trip a miss, I would be, probably. Startled, I looked up at him. His question had rendered me speechless. He wanted to spend time with me!

Looking at me, uncertain, he ruffled his hair, waiting, as I hesitated.
He looked unsure, insecure even. Yet, he eyed me steadily, as if expecting a?

My resolution wavered. When I was little, my mother’s demise had made me vow never to comply with humans. Yet, this was different. Our relationship depended on my decision. We had come to a crossroad, and it was the decisive moment. It was the turning point, one in which I still had time to bend and veer away.

As I looked into his eyes, my resolve faltered. I could see myself reflected in his eyes. My expression was glassy, yet it mirrored his. I could see below that mask, his eyes resonated a deep longing; a tune of wanting, waiting at long last, and I knew, at that moment, my feelings echoed his.

“Yes, I will be.” I said without regretting when I saw the huge grin spread across his face. His joy was contagious and I smiled stupidly back.

One second, I was miserable. The next second, I was all smiles.

I sighed. He played such a major role in dictating my mood. In fact, he could forecast it.

Whatever makes him happy, I thought.

It was worth it.

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Mood: irritated.
Getting swarmed by a horde of aunties is really annoying.

Warning: If you fall under the typical singaporean auntie category, the below might not be appropriate for your eyes to feast on. Please also rmb there's no offence meant.

Ever got yourself caught in such a situation?
1. You see an empty seat. While heading towards it, a middle-aged lady shoves you aside rudely, and bye bye, there goes your seat. INSTANT KS. (KILL STEAL.)
i say: wtf. she must be professional can??!?!!?

2. You accidentally knock into a woman. She slaps you with a dirty look, snorts and does her trademark 'tsk'.
i say: so unglam. >-<

3. On the bus, you see a group of people chattering loudly away, using such profound dialects its barely understandable.
i say: please. shut. up.

4. While changing trains, you see people flying towards the other train like lunatics on the loose.
i say: i will laugh if they trip on their shoelaces or anythingelse.

5. People charging at you when you're getting out of the train.
i say: .....

6. When the bus is superrhhhh full. Someone takes up more than one seat with her bag of groceries.
i say: your ass isn't that bigg. @@

Well, if you were in any one of the above. Congratulations, you've been a victim of a rampant group unfamously known as the 'aunties'.

I seriously cannot stand watching these women. (-.-)
Their middle name is definitely 'kiasu'.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THERE'RE ACTUALLY PEOPLE LIKE THIS OUT THERE?!

What. The. Heck.
Totally barbaric.
i bet they weren't given any civics moral education.

okayokay, enough of the lowlives.
Back to civilisation.

they scream, they shout.
they pick, they snatch.
they curse, they squeeze.
they cut, they gain, and you lose.


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Mood: Shut up.
I'm tired of your nonsense and you being a nuisance.

I'm here because i've something to say to person X. Since the 'nice' and 'polite' was not understoond, i shall do it the hard way.

1. if you spoke to me more than 10 times, i would have remembered. So, if i couldn't remember you, it obviously means there wasn't anything more than 10 sentences.

2. You think we were friends the past year. i doubt we were even pass the classmate line. Schoolmates? probably.

3. Last year we didn't communicate for more than 10 sentences. So this year, it should stay that way. Stop insisting that the lack of communication equals 'tension' or what you called it, 'a strain in the relationship' because it was like this last year.

4. And, what're you trying to recover when there's nothing for you to?

5. I'm tired of repeating over and over again. But, i don't owe you anything or for the matter, i don't need to talk to you. I DON'T SEE A NEED TO and I do not want to. Get this straight and clear.

6. Your 'best friend' tells me to give you a chance. Fat hope. Except for the fact that i see an arrogant, conceited, lazy snob who enjoys talking in class and making jokes out of the poor teaches, i rly can't find anything else.

7. i've looked deeper into your shallow depths and i realise you're just an insecure, selfish person. Other than for your personal gains, you don't rly bother about anything else, do you?

8. You keep giving excuses for your lousy chinese but have you really worked on it? No. You carry such a big bulky bag to school but there's always nothing on your table except for your head. What's the use of bringing the bag then? For show?

If not for your 'best friend' telling me that i should help you as a classmate, i would not have even cared to pen out my opinions here.

If you know i'm pointing at you, pls take note.
The above content in not meant to defame/slander you, 'cause nobody else knows i'm talking about you except yourself.

Consider yourself lucky I even bothered to punctuate my sentences.

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6. Changes
“The key to change... is to let go of fear.”

I never believed in love at first sight, not till I met him.

My first time surfing was exhilarating. It was also the first time I set eyes on him. He had a well sculpted figure, lean and tanned. His hair was bleached, a blend of blonde and golden brown. His eyes were the colour of emeralds, unwavering and filled with purpose. The wave came then. Jaw set tightly, he soared up mightily. I had been astonished and astounded. How a human could be so coordinated and beautiful in water was beyond me. I was deeply mersmerized.

The attraction was like the north and south poles of a magnet. He, the fish. Me, the seagull. The pull was annoyingly irresistible. I knew then, that I had unknowingly, fell in love with a human.

***

We sat in the cafeteria, as still as statues. The world appeared to be far, far away. My eyes were focused on his, and his, on mine. There we sat, not moving, each admiring the other’s face. I could see the smooth planes of his cheekbone, the slight tilt where the lopsided grin I loved had been, the bottle green tint in his eyes. Our lunches laid on the table untouched as I marveled at him in awe.

“Trigo was tough, huh?” he interrupted my trance.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied absently, still looking at his face. I had not been paying any attention to the algebraic equations scribbled all over the board.

He shifted uncomfortably as my staring persisted.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered consciously, fully aware now that I was causing him discomfort. I just can’t take my eyes of that stunning, gorgeous face of yours.

“Mind if I ask a question?”

I nodded vaguely, fingering the chain he had given me this morning. The pearl glistened mysteriously, dangling precariously on that one chain it was bounded to. It beckoned enticingly as I examined it in wonderment.

“Why is the chain so important to you?” he queried. There was curiosity on his face as well as a fusion of uncertainty. He was rapt with attention as I tittered somewhere in between the truth and the false.

“It’s not the chain, but the pearl.”

Seeing the confusion on his face, I responded quickly-“I have one of my own, and it’s the exact copy of this,”- I paused.

Hesitating, I conjured an image in my Styrofoam cup. Whatever was in it- a brown, creamy liquid - immediately displayed a reflection of the necklace I had left at home.

It was a seashell necklace, whereby a pearl was encrusted in the center. The intricate design lining the side was charming. One look, told me, without doubt, it was done with precise workmanship.

I pushed the cup forward and pointed at it, indicating him to take a glimpse. He leaned to the front, peering slightly into the cup. He tried to comprehend what he saw; the bafflement in his eyes told me he did not understand.

“My mother gave birth to four pairs of twins, including me. We were what they called unnatural births. Simply, we were the creations of a human and a mermaid.” I watched him closely as I resumed. His composed face gave away nothing.

“We all had individual gifts, the ability to do unimaginable things other mermaids could not.”

“Things?” he requested.

“I, myself, hold the power to creating illusions.” I said proudly, scrutinizing his face for any signs of skepticism.

He nodded abruptly, his way of insisting me to carry on.

“Our talents were vastly different. The only similarity between us was the fact that we could change forms voluntarily and at will. Other mermaids, could not.” I stressed.

“Even if they could, a drop of water would immediately reveal their true forms.”

“Furthermore, we each had this,”-I pointed to the pearl hanging from the chain-“also known as the ‘pearldrop’.”

“But there’re only seven of you.” He alleged.

“The whereabouts of my twin is unknown. I was relying on the fact that you could lead me to her,” I clued.

As I inspected his expression, a knot formed in between his furrowed brows. I noticed the beginnings of certainty sinking in.

“You’re suggesting?”

“That you know where she is as you have the pearldrop,” I concluded.

The frown deepened.

“The pearldrop gives us the potential to fulfill our abilities, but, if another mermaid learns how to harness its power, it might be used to wipe out the entire human race. It is important that we find the pearl, and its owner,” I accentuated.

“Whoa. Slow down. The entire human race, you say?” Ray murmured, deep in thought.

What I would have given for an insight to his mind, I cried desperately. Ahs, this was going to take a long time.

“Aquarealm, where I came from, is my homeland. Far left of the pacific, our kind had flourished safely for hundreds of years. Then, unexpectedly, our world crumpled. Before our very eyes, black concentrated solutions blanketed the surfaces of parts of our land, obscuring the remaining sunlight that filtered down to the seabed.”

Ray gave me the thumbs up, signaling me to go-ahead. I took it as an affirmation that he was paying attention.

“Things began to happen rampantly. Other creatures of the marine world began to die out. News of them being caught away by huge nylon webs sweeping across immense oceans frightened us. It was said that those who were captured never came back.”

The look of pure horror written on his face stopped me in my tracks. He gestured for me to continue when I halted briefly.

“Then, there was the problem of contaminated lands. The waters started to reek of sewage.”

“Fortunately for us, mermaids were the strongest species in the marine world. Aquarealm managed to evade the sudden intrusion. We were the least affected. However, news of metallic giants drilling all the way down to the seabed in neighbouring parts posed problems.”

Ray looked awful. I searched his eyes for any sign to stop. There was none.

“Needless to say, we started searching for alternatives. The Merpeople soon learnt of our capabilities and they wanted the same for themselves as they proposed to go aground.”

The dismay on his face worsened.

“A mob took place. This was expected when everyone wanted to migrate. Storm, my uncle, advised my siblings and me to leave. He wanted us to seek out my twin.” I highlighted, trying to play it down.

“When I departed in a tsunami, what shocked me were ruins and more ruins. The seabed was littered with translucent debris. A jellyfish pleaded desperately for help when
its tentacles had gotten caught in the synthetic material.”

The memories were vividly etched in my mind as I recalled.

“The fates of corals were not any better. Their rasped breathing hinted the amount of torture they had undergone and many of them had mutated limbs.”

There was a deep intake of breath. Not bothering to pause, I picked up where I left off.

“Some of the corals had even turned white, a sign that was equivalent to death.”

“The sea of white that prevailed intimidated me. Who had done this? I had the answer to my question as I progressed nearer to the coast. The humans were the ones. To possess such highly destructive power was alarmingly daunting. They were such cruel creatures.” I hissed.

Ray turned pale. He gazed downwards, as if unable to look me in the eye.

“Our kind abhorred your existence. They vouched for a massacre. However, Storm executed a decree. We were not allowed to harm the humans.”

Kindness was in our nature. I added wordlessly.

“You are right about us. We are selfish beings. Ever wondered what our diet was?” Ray pleaded.

I stared at the lunch before me. Fish and chips. Was it what I thought? As if to answer my doubt, he responded.

“Yes. We, humans, are carnivores. We feed on the marine life. We are guilty of all the offences you stated. Oil drilling, overfishing, water pollution, you name it. We did it.” He stated unfeelingly.

“But, you can’t hold all of us responsible. The government authorities are the heartless ones,” he said sympathetically, pitifully even.

In fact, truly selfish creatures they humans seemed to be, it was really a result of their ignorance. To them, it was the survival of the fittest. They were oblivious to the disastrous consequences of them exploiting oceans.

Still, I could see the passion they had. As malicious humans were, I saw humanity and compassion.

They were a young species with hope.

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mood: if i could roar, i would do it.
and you had better run.

heyheyhey. well, ask me what i was doing just now? AND, i was so super-busy-stuck-to-can't-get-away-from my sister's art piece again. Yes, i always do my sister's artwork. LOL, and in the end, my hwk are all dumped in a corner first. Now that i realise, i'm so MFG dead. I'm supposed to chiong all my hwk within the next two hours and i'll sleep exactly at dawn.

*Yawns.*

I'M SUCH A GOOD JIE, RIGHT?!

Mei, if you ever see this, i've something to tell you. You owe me BIG TIME, man. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. -evil laugh. you know the deep shit you are in. AHEM, keke.

Ah, wells, anws, check out this link D:
http://hikari-x.blogspot.com/

Its my AUDITION FAM.

and i, as the fam master, proundly present to you HIKARI.

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Mood: OvEr tHe MoOn
don't ask me why the small and big letters. They just need to be there to emphasize the word 'over'.

Hehs. To finally finish chapter5. I FEEL WONDERFULL. It's amazing how much truth this phrase holds: 'If you think you can, you can."

Argh, and the red skin on my face is peeling away. DAMN ITCHY CAN?! Just because of that dumb road run and now i feel like a reptile.(>-<)" Well, anws, after much sincere thought, i've decided to apologise. HAHAS. I don't apologise for the sake of apologising kay?!

BAKAS!
i'm rly sorry to cause so much discord among us. Firstly, it's my fault as i should have/could have arranged for a better date to do the shoot. And, i should have/could have asked if you guys were free first.

So....GOMENASAI!
i'm sorry. (:

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5. Admiration
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

“You always admire what you really don't understand.”
-Blaise Pascal

“Mr Ray and Ms Aqua, just what do you think the two of you are doing here at this hour?” a high, shrill voice crackled.

We froze in our tracks instantly as I spun around slowly. There, standing in the middle of the corridor was Ms Hilton, the disciplinary mistress.

I pouted. Two more steps and we would have sneaked into the classroom without detection. Her high heels clicked rapidly as she closed the distance between us.

Think, Relle! My brain turned on hyperactive mode when she approached.

“Mr Ray. Do the words ‘punctuality’ and ‘virtue’ exist in your dictionary?” she said sternly, a frown appearing in between her knitted brows.

“Because the last time I checked, ‘early’ was non-existent.”

“Ms Hilton, you’re my walking dictionary,” Ray said with a hint of sacarsm.

I almost choked. He had deliberately insulted her intelligence to the point of no-return. Ms Hilton took a minute to process those words, then her face turned livid and her skinny frame shook.

“Congratulations, Mr Ray,” she said gloatingly, “but you’ve just landed yourself in the detention room again.”

“Ms Hilton, you might want to excuse him as we were both bathed by rain on the way,” I said stiffly.

“You must be the new student,” she declared, peering at me closely.

“Excuse denied. The sun has just betrayed you,” she snorted.

“Sun? Ms Hilton, you should take a look yourself,” I requested indignantly.

As she swiveled around, tumultuous clouds instantly filled the once brightly lit sky and it started pouring. The howling wind sung to the melody of the rain, as if taunting her.

A look of pure outrage swept across her face and I averted my eyes as a peal of laughter threatened to escape. From the corner of my eye, I could see Ray marveling at me. I plastered a smile on my face and looked straight ahead.

“May we?” I asked politely.

Fuming, she turned and sneered, “Ray, the next time this happens; it might not be such a coincidence.”

“I might also like to add that Mr Ray here is notoriously infamous and he currently holds the record for being on the ‘most wanted’ list.”

I raised my eyebrows when she mouthed the words ‘get out of my sight’, mentally cursing her for treating me like filth.

***
“You did that?” Ray said in an undertone when Ms Hilton stormed off. He gawked at me in apprehension, looking dumbfounded.

I shrugged and smiled secretly. Let him think what he wants, I mulled.
As we entered the classroom, the atmosphere instantly hushed and heads turned in our direction. Penetrating stares knifed me as I took my seat.

Where have you been? Marine’s reprimanding voice sounded in my head. You have not been hanging out with that human Ray, have you?

A spasm of guilt racked through me as I thought about earlier. We know what you’ve done, Relle. A deeper voice echoed. This time, it was Fin’s. I groaned glumly. One thing I hated about the marine world was our ability to telepath. Our supersonic hearing enabled us to hear each other’s thoughts. In spite of that, however much I wanted to; I could never interpret any of Ray’s thoughts. His mind was like a living shield, impenetrable.

Storm said we had to keep our identities a secret. Fin enunciated resolutely. The last two syllables boomed in my head, tugging at my conscience once again. Storm was my uncle and leader of Aquarealm. He had repeatedly told us not to give ourselves away to those who lived in the world above us. The human has an identical of the pearldrop, I reasoned. I am trying to figure out where he got it from. In fact, he gave it to me in person.

Be careful. Marine’s last words resounded, fading away.

I tried to focus on what was happening in class. I could sense Ray seated behind me. Then, I felt another’s presence. Not wanting to turn around, I listened intently to their conversation.

“I’m really tired,” the girl’s shrilly voice made me cringe, “want to know why?”

“Why?” Ray mumbled.

“Because I’ve been running through your head all day,” she declared flirtatiously.

“No, you have not been on my mind at all,” he countered, a hint of irritation creeping in his tone.

“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” her voice surged an octave higher.

“She’s a monster. A sea monster underneath that façade!” I could hear giggles at the back as her friends joined in mocking me.

I hate her. You only have eyes for her when I saw you first. The loathing and revulsion she directed at me while she deliberated wordlessly gushed out vehemently. Her thoughts were murderous. I was literally stabbed by them.

She was such a backstabbing witch. My blood boiled as the exchange carried on.

“That girl’s a walking trap. Boys fall easily under her enchantment without realizing it,” the taunting continued.

She doesn’t enchant me, but you, I could hear her contemplating malevolently.

“You’re her prey.” She whispered wickedly.

“I would rather be hers, than yours,” Ray sneered coldly.

Silence ensued as the little Miss Know-It-All shut her mouth. I smiled to myself unconsciously. Ray had made it clear that she was a nuisance to him. Satisfaction flooded me as I thought to myself smugly.

The lunch bell rang at that moment. Before I could even get out of my seat, someone tapped me on my shoulder. Raising my head, I realized his face was within inches from mine. For that few milliseconds within a heartbeat, we stared at each other. The look of longing on his face was undeniably a question.

“What do you want?” I sighed heavily.

“I was wondering if you would care to spend your lunch break with me,” he said sincerely. A faint blush spread slowly across his features as if he had regretted asking immediately after he had said them.

“Sure.” I flashed my best smile at him. His flustered expression had triggered something in me. I felt the strings in my heart being yanked away. Somehow, he had a certain charisma which lured me in. A sudden desire to touch him flared in me. Stop it, I chided myself. You know what happens when a mermaid falls in love with a human.

I knew all right. I knew too well. I remembered vividly losing my mother at two. She vanished one day from the face of the oceans and was never found again. Rumours of her violating an ancient rule circulated swiftly. It was said to be the cause of her disappearance.

In Aquarealm, mermaids did not fall in love with humans. Mum had done exactly the opposite. Those who did so were cursed and she was said to have dissolved to foam. People said she had eight children. Yet, there were only seven of us. Where was the last one? Storm had laughed and ridiculed such talk, warning us against believing. Yet, whenever I mentioned mother, a flitting look would cloud his eyes.

Deep down, I knew it was true.

Whatever secret Storm was keeping, I would have to steal it from him myself. What would have explained the fact that my siblings were all twins and I was the only odd one out?

My twin had to be out there somewhere.

I looked into Ray’s expectant eyes. He was such a comfort. He was like a pillar of strength, always there to lend a helping hand. I admired his resilience. The steely look in his eyes made my heart pound. The yearning in me rocketed, enveloping me in forbidden territory.

I tried to shake those dangerous thoughts away, nevertheless, somehow, I realized, all this while, I had been running away from the truth. The reason I had never let my guard down around Ray, the root of the problem, was love. I was afraid of venturing into that somewhere my mother had gone. It had ruined her, and now, I was the next in line.

Yes, admiration was inevitable. It alleviated my disregard for humans. Yet, love was something else altogether.

One thing I knew, I was its next target.

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i'm feeling like shit now.
Obviously you guys don't care. So if you don't, why should i be.
Why waste effort and time harping on and on about taking a very very very simple picture. You probably think that your dance ccas, remedials or whatever you have currently is sooooo important that its NOMB (none-of-my-business). Yeah, right.

okays, seriously, you probably don't value time with each other that much. Seems like only i do. What. The. **** But, whatever. What i couldn't stand was all of you pms-ing at the same time. How, you tell me, to take photo?!! it totally ruined the mood.

Anyway, BAKA leader, you damn smart la. I said staircase, but not any stupid staircase. When people take photos, they choose a suitable location right? You still had the nerve to tell the rest of the bakas that i said that staircase. (-.-)" Please, at that time, people are all going up and down. How to take photo luh! Rawr. Ohs, and you said we wanted to go home, so we could use that staircase. What kind of logic is that when its so crowded. Use some common sense can?!

And everytime i propose to take photos, at the last minute, everybody just fly off. Since you people think photo-taking=wasting time, or maybe, you guys don't have time for it or cmi, then forget it. Rly, forget it.

Plus, why do we quarrel over so many trivial matters these days? You ppl should know all the other examples. People disliking each other and blahblahblah. I rly think we should throw it all out, point it directly at each other's face, and then resolve the issue. If you dislike whatever i do, you should say so and why. i'll take it. Don't just act all pissed and expect ppl to understand your body language. Everybdy has a temper and stress is probably the cause.

But, to you guys, maybe 'BAKA' is just a term. Well, its not that important to you people right? The memories probably just say byebye when we graduate all together.

i just want to say i rly treasure everything we have been through.
i love you guys. But if this carries on, i'm out.

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Just a random thought.

love isn't called love if it doesn't hurt.

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Title: Pearldrops.
Author: Яįє

4. Secrets
To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.

‘Three can keep a secret,
if two of them are dead.’

-Benjamin Franklin

The girl stared back at me, unblinking. She was enchantingly breathtaking, her eyes the shade of greenish blue and her hair the colour that of sapphires. I reached out to touch her, yet, my fingers felt only the smooth surface of the mirror. Trapped behind the glass, she appeared petrified, confused even. I smiled sadly and the sides of her mouth arched up, curling back to show a set of glistening, pearly white teeth. As sudden unexplained emotions trembled in me, a tear trickled down both our faces.

She was my reflection; the part of me caught in glass.

The deafening silence was shattered by the eerie echoes of water drip-dropping down. The flitting shadows made it impossible for me to discern the expression on his face. What was he thinking? Was I a water demon to him? Some kind of sea witch? A monster maybe?

I bowed my head lower, trying to hide my true form. I hated him for the suspense, wondering if I had done anything wrong that angered him again.

“A mermaid,” he murmured, as if questioning himself on the possibility of me existing.

“This explains so much…”

I could hear the squelch of mud as he stepped closer. The dim light illuminated his face and at that moment, his eyes locked on mine. I felt my face flushing and my hair changing colour; an automatic reflex action I would experience when my senses were on full alert.

The bewildered look on his face switched to one of genuine interest and then, as our gaze intensified, his expression switched to one of embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he quickly looked away, but not before I saw his abashed countenance. I almost died of a heart attack then. Even in the darkness, he was so strikingly cute. My eyes must have given me away again when he caught me looking. I carefully avoided his glance, feeling him surveying me curiously.

“Is this real?” he questioned again.

Stupid, ignorant human.

“Do I look fake to you?” I replied impatiently.

“No, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that…”

“I’ve never seen a mermaid before,” I finished his sentence loudly.

“You can read minds?” he asked dumbly, mouth agape.

“What? Did I just read yours?” I questioned haughtily instead, looking at him nonchalantly.

“Answer the question,” he snapped.

“Yes and no. Of course I can read minds, how do you expect us marine creatures to communicate in water then? But, the point is, I can’t read yours,” I said coldly.

It is so annoying that none of our powers work on you, I added silently.

“Why not?” he retorted.

His demand took me by surprise. I was totally taken aback. In the marine world, we could only think safely when we were outside radar perimeter of someone else’s. It was difficult to keep your thoughts to yourself. Reading someone’s mind was an infringement of personal privacy. He did not seem to think so.

“Are you humans literally brain dead?” I shot back at him.

Ray looked at me incredulously. He opened his mouth, then, as if to think otherwise, closed it. He shrugged and moved closer.

“What is a mermaid doing so far away from home?” he whispered.

“The choice isn’t hers to make,” I said carelessly. I flicked my tail nervously, twisting my hair round my finger as I did so. This was the question I dreaded.

“You don’t want to know.”

His gaze strayed down the entire length of my body as I replied softly. His eyes set my skin ablaze and I could feel a tingling sensation spread like wildfire all the way down the dorsal end of my tail.

“Trust me. I want to know everything about you,” he breathed the words with such sureness I found it unbelievable. His stare pierced through the very depths of my soul and my face burned instantly. He could probably see the blush rising in the dark.

“Why?” I asked numbly. “Don’t you think I’m ugly? This green, scaly tail of mine from waist down must have ruined the picture.”

He looked at me in shock. Then to my astonishment, he chuckled.

“I think you’re beautiful. Isn’t that enough?” he said hoarsely, in between fits of laughter.

Well, it was. But I wasn’t ready to admit it.

“What’s so funny?” I inquired, irritated by his sudden outburst.

“You are the most ridiculous girl I’ve ever seen,” he explained. “What would other girls think of themselves if they overhear you?”

Question marks sprouted in my head. He must have seen the confusion scrawled on my face for he continued, “Girls are jealous of you. You might not have noticed but you’re the talk among guys in the whole of Marine sands.”

I blinked blankly.

“In short, you’re popular.”

I found truth in his words. The sudden boy attention I received gave me splitting headaches. I was disgusted by their audacity. Had I seemed like such an easy target? The number of pick-up lines showered on me was uncountable. Yet, none were from him. I was disappointed, but I tried to hide it.

Feigning ignorance, I implored innocently, “Oh really. Why is that?”

“They like you,” he said simply. “After all, you’re a pretty thing.”

Yeah. They like me.
All except one.

***
Ray studied me intently. I knew he was contemplating on how to pull more truths from me. After a minute, he exhaled loudly.

“Relle, you’re so secretive. What secret is there behind that mask of yours? What’s not to tell when I already know you’re a mermaid.”

Crap. He was using the oldest trick in the book-persuasion. What did he just call me? A thrill traveled down my vertebrae. He had used my pet name on me.

Do not say the magic word, I pleaded silently.

“Please?”

I threw him an exasperated glance. Bingo. He had hit the bull’s eye.

“Do you want to be late for class?” I berated, ignoring his puppy dog eyes.

“No, but…”

“No buts,” I said firmly. “And turn around. I need to put on those sheep’s wool you humans call clothes.”

I focused my willpower on changing back to my human form. My tail vanished and in its place were human legs. I scanned the cave. Location cleared. Struggling to stand, I hurriedly waved the droplets of water that drenched me. It whirled silkily like a spider-like strand and departed into the crevice. Ah, the power of mermaids. It was such convenience. Changing into the uniform I had carefully placed on the ledge to keep dry before turning into a mermaid, I widened my gait and headed towards the cave opening.

Ray was waiting for me outside the cave. It was obvious he was pondering over something. Stepping out, I was momentarily blinded by sunlight. I squinted painfully as my eyes adjusted to the sudden incline in light intensity. Mermaid’s eyes were used to pitch darkness in the depths of the pacific where little light reached the seabed.

“You okay?” his concerned voice flooded my ears.

“It’s just the bright light. Mermaids have cloudy vision on land,” I muttered. In water, I had no problem seeing. Yet, here, everything was fuzzy and sometimes replicated. Instead of seeing one, I would see two images.

I fumbled pathetically and tripped over a jutting rock. He was by my side instantly, catching hold of my waist, preventing me from an unglamorous crash.

“Thanks,” I said, embarrassed. A sudden yearning shot through me like an arrow, making my heart ache wildly.

This feeling, I was not used to it. With him around, I was constantly unsure of myself, and I did not like it one bit.

The sudden closeness was unfamiliar. The clean scent of his cologne assailed my nostrils as I inhaled deeply to slow my heartbeat.

He smelled nice.

“You can change from human to mermaid and back, at will. I’m amazed,” he said in my ear.

Keeping a safe distance from him, I hissed tauntingly, “you have no idea how much more I can do.”

“Was that blackmailing I hear? We shall see. But firstly, there’s this nagging thought gnawing at the back of my head…” he trailed.

“Shoot.”

“What do mermaids wear on top? Coconut shells split into two?” he mused. “It was so unfortunate it was so dark in there…”

I could literally see him fantasizing.

“Stop dreaming. Mermaids are fully clothed,” I emphasized thickly, “sorry to disappoint, but the females wear plaited shell tops.”

“That’s a pity.”

I cast him a stony look as we clambered back to the school compound.

Humans were such perverted creatures.

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