True friends are the rarest gift.But...one day your friend starts to ignore you and only talked to you for a while.What do you think?Friend or Foe
I wrote this because...I ran out of ideals but its also for you to know.(instead,I ran out of ideals)The sentence "discover your friends' true colour" is to know weather your friends pretend to befriend you,got it?
A Foe wears a mask or A friend pretend to be your friend when he/she actually wants to stab you in the back.
A pretend friend will take advantage cause when you start to trust he/she,he/she will then lie,ask for money,talk bad about you behind your back and many more.Once you found out that he/she doesn't really befriend you, you will be hurt in the inside and think that you are a fool and starts to feel sad and will have low-self esteem.
Foe take you for granted.
*Fifi
Monday, December 6, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Juicy Gossip, a Naruto fanfiction
A/N: (i) Standard disclaimer applies. (ii) I might have insomnia, now that I think about it.
Part VII - N. Shikamaru (3rd person)
They were always at loggerheads against each other so the news the cheer squad has spread is nothing unusual. If anything, it is almost considered a daily occurrence, old news. He scratched my head and resisted the urge to yawn through first period Chemistry. Maybe I should skip today...
Like in his deceased teacher's wife's case...
Shikamaru figures that St. Leaves Principal had filled in that slip for her. Probably firmly claiming that after her pregnancy and childbirth, she had not took time off to bond with her child.
The persistent shaking continued, much more violently this time round. Shikamaru blinked his eyes open reluctantly and registered -perhaps a beat too late- that his cloud watching has turned to dozing.
"Shikamaru! I need your help!" a familiar sharp voice cut through the fog clouding his mind. Haruno Sakura, he thinks, and frowned. He knows what the cherry-headed girl wants, and she would most probably hurt him whether he chooses to give it up or not, but what really riled him up is that he got stuck in such a situation in the first place.
Reluctantly, he rolled over his other side to face the pink-haired menace and drawled, "What do you want?"
"What do I want? What do I want?! Is that all you can say after you witnessed today's commotion?!" His client shrieked into his ear. His fingers started to itch for a cigarette.
"Fine. So you want revenge on Ino? How can I assist you?" he voices out, monotone, but with a hint of aggravation.
"Yes. I need you to set up Ino so she'll go on a date with Kiba. Whatever she says, the Queen Sow's obviously ashamed of being coupled with Dog-boy."
He needed a cigarette now, he thinks.
The siren continued, "I came here for help as a client. I can pay the price." The way she had said it so smoothly, she made it sound like a fact -that there is nothing in the world she didn't have. Fame, fortune, looks. Haruno Sakura has all of those.
So troublesome, so predictable. The sooner he gets this over with, the better. He thinks. A cigar fix, I could use one right now.
"Alright. Message me the details later." He paused for a moment to think for the 'price', what Ino would want to 'return' to Sakura. "Lee got injured and is in the hospital. You know what to do."
By the satisfied look on her face, a sigh of relief escaped him. Now for some cloud watching, undisturbed.
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
(I'm quick like that. *wink*)
Part VII - N. Shikamaru (3rd person)
They were always at loggerheads against each other so the news the cheer squad has spread is nothing unusual. If anything, it is almost considered a daily occurrence, old news. He scratched my head and resisted the urge to yawn through first period Chemistry. Maybe I should skip today...
. . .
Acting like a citizen suffering from low blood pressure does not mean that he is blind to everything he sees. Au contraire, his eyes soak in the sight and evaluates what he has seen. Past and present gathers in his mind, akin to solving a puzzle or piecing together a jigsaw, and he understands. Shikamaru can understand the scene.Like in his deceased teacher's wife's case...
. . .
Yūhi Kurenai sat inside the warm and homely cafe, nursing a cup of coffee in her palms while eying her child in the pram. Despite being a workaholic, she was on maternal leave.Shikamaru figures that St. Leaves Principal had filled in that slip for her. Probably firmly claiming that after her pregnancy and childbirth, she had not took time off to bond with her child.
. . .
Shikamaru laid down on the lush green grass, his skin tingling with the slightly downy sensation of feathers. He was close enough to the park not to be drowned should the water level rise, but was far enough from the park and its share of troubles -like Tenten and Neji. He'd much prefer solitary cloud watching than listening in on their 'withheld' conversation.. . .
There was a violent shaking going through his very core. He briefly wonders if it was an earthquake, and decided that it would be too troublesome to get up since he would get buried under debris and rubble.The persistent shaking continued, much more violently this time round. Shikamaru blinked his eyes open reluctantly and registered -perhaps a beat too late- that his cloud watching has turned to dozing.
"Shikamaru! I need your help!" a familiar sharp voice cut through the fog clouding his mind. Haruno Sakura, he thinks, and frowned. He knows what the cherry-headed girl wants, and she would most probably hurt him whether he chooses to give it up or not, but what really riled him up is that he got stuck in such a situation in the first place.
Reluctantly, he rolled over his other side to face the pink-haired menace and drawled, "What do you want?"
"What do I want? What do I want?! Is that all you can say after you witnessed today's commotion?!" His client shrieked into his ear. His fingers started to itch for a cigarette.
"Fine. So you want revenge on Ino? How can I assist you?" he voices out, monotone, but with a hint of aggravation.
"Yes. I need you to set up Ino so she'll go on a date with Kiba. Whatever she says, the Queen Sow's obviously ashamed of being coupled with Dog-boy."
He needed a cigarette now, he thinks.
The siren continued, "I came here for help as a client. I can pay the price." The way she had said it so smoothly, she made it sound like a fact -that there is nothing in the world she didn't have. Fame, fortune, looks. Haruno Sakura has all of those.
So troublesome, so predictable. The sooner he gets this over with, the better. He thinks. A cigar fix, I could use one right now.
"Alright. Message me the details later." He paused for a moment to think for the 'price', what Ino would want to 'return' to Sakura. "Lee got injured and is in the hospital. You know what to do."
By the satisfied look on her face, a sigh of relief escaped him. Now for some cloud watching, undisturbed.
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
(I'm quick like that. *wink*)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Juicy Gossip, a Naruto fanfiction
A/N: (i) Standard disclaimers apply. I won't ask for SOP, since no one bothers to. (T_T)
(ii) I figured I won't break the habit. So I'd post here before I update JG on my ff account.
Part VI - ? (surname unknown) Tenten's POV
The city on a chilly Tuesday morning was grey. The sky overhead was heavy and dense with grey, and the thick fluffy snow that patch the ground and line sidewalks was grey from exhaust fumes and soles of boots. The smirk I wore was decidedly bitter as I thought that the surrounding matches with my mood.
Heavily bundled, I stomped about the city aimlessly. I had not had any decent sleep lately -the house ran out of sleeping pills for my insomnia and I could not be bothered to get more till Friday's doctor appointment. Because actions has consequences, and actio et reactio, headaches are becoming a norm for me. Coupled with the fact that my mum is unable to stop yakking, I don't make a happy person. My head is filled with an unrelenting stream of unvoiced retorts and the occasional spasm of pain.
This might be the reason for 'having my heads in the clouds'.
"Tenten?" The stranger called out and pulled my wrist in a death-grip. It took me a moment to orientate myself before I recognised the voice and touch.
He looked across the table and dryly commented, "You should worry more about yourself." My only response was a huff in indignation.
"So? Why are you out here, stomping around with a black cloud on your head?" Neji questions with a smooth and blank face. As usual, his tone and expression contradicts each other.
"It's nothing at all." I lied smoothly, complete with a fake smile of assurance as I averted my gaze back to the warm chocolate.
For a moment, my partner looked thoughtful -as if contemplating his truancy as some hidden mystery of the universe. "Whatever I've learnt at St. Leaves was already taught to me at home." Of course, he just had to spoil it with his arrogance. I sighed and drawled out, "You just managed to insult the entire St. Leaves population, you know."
"The girls and I took a quiz," I voiced out, shattering the silence, "For fun, of course." The only indication I received that showed his attention was a slight incline of his head, as if allowing me to continue. "The result I got was 'extremes'."
"So you're like a...plastic band." Neji said simply.
"Oh God, can't you make a better analogy?" I choked out, mock agony densely laced in my tone.
A smirk plastered on his face showed that Neji is willing to play along, "Then you're welcome to hit me."
I grinned and took his hand but paused when I saw the rough callouses on his skin -I guessed from martial arts training. Neji noticed my sudden silence and murmured, "Kiss it better?"
My sudden peal of laughter rang through Cadillac SRX. "Drop me off at the drugstore first." I smiled when I calmed down.
Standing outside the drugstore, I silently whispered words that I've heard from a romantic once: "The ones that never happen are the best".
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
(ii) I figured I won't break the habit. So I'd post here before I update JG on my ff account.
Part VI - ? (surname unknown) Tenten's POV
The city on a chilly Tuesday morning was grey. The sky overhead was heavy and dense with grey, and the thick fluffy snow that patch the ground and line sidewalks was grey from exhaust fumes and soles of boots. The smirk I wore was decidedly bitter as I thought that the surrounding matches with my mood.
Heavily bundled, I stomped about the city aimlessly. I had not had any decent sleep lately -the house ran out of sleeping pills for my insomnia and I could not be bothered to get more till Friday's doctor appointment. Because actions has consequences, and actio et reactio, headaches are becoming a norm for me. Coupled with the fact that my mum is unable to stop yakking, I don't make a happy person. My head is filled with an unrelenting stream of unvoiced retorts and the occasional spasm of pain.
This might be the reason for 'having my heads in the clouds'.
. . .
"Damn it!" I bit out, swearing for my crappy morning as I bumped into a stranger. I mumbled an apology, head still downcast and prepared to run like a bat out of hell. My eyes feel leaky and I never never cry. Well, not anymore."Tenten?" The stranger called out and pulled my wrist in a death-grip. It took me a moment to orientate myself before I recognised the voice and touch.
. . .
"I'm surprised. You actually skip class, Neji." I said while warming up my numb hands. My voice showed a hint of admonishment and surprise. Let it be said that Neji is a true genius of the Hyūga.He looked across the table and dryly commented, "You should worry more about yourself." My only response was a huff in indignation.
"So? Why are you out here, stomping around with a black cloud on your head?" Neji questions with a smooth and blank face. As usual, his tone and expression contradicts each other.
"It's nothing at all." I lied smoothly, complete with a fake smile of assurance as I averted my gaze back to the warm chocolate.
. . .
"So...why are you playing truant?" I asked reluctantly. While Neji may appreciate the silence, I'm more of a live-of-a-party sort of person. The only time the phrase 'Silence is golden' is after a full-out party. I sipped the now lukewarm chocolate and watched the toddlers' activities on the playground from the park bench.For a moment, my partner looked thoughtful -as if contemplating his truancy as some hidden mystery of the universe. "Whatever I've learnt at St. Leaves was already taught to me at home." Of course, he just had to spoil it with his arrogance. I sighed and drawled out, "You just managed to insult the entire St. Leaves population, you know."
. . .
"Let me take you home," he said and I had agreed. Already missing the winter wonderland landscape already. . . .
I was never the type of girl who hangs back. Not like über-shy Hinata. I was also not the type of girl who comes on too strongly. Not like Sakura or Ino with their possessive attitude. I like to think that I am in-between. But still, I'm not."The girls and I took a quiz," I voiced out, shattering the silence, "For fun, of course." The only indication I received that showed his attention was a slight incline of his head, as if allowing me to continue. "The result I got was 'extremes'."
"So you're like a...plastic band." Neji said simply.
"Oh God, can't you make a better analogy?" I choked out, mock agony densely laced in my tone.
A smirk plastered on his face showed that Neji is willing to play along, "Then you're welcome to hit me."
I grinned and took his hand but paused when I saw the rough callouses on his skin -I guessed from martial arts training. Neji noticed my sudden silence and murmured, "Kiss it better?"
My sudden peal of laughter rang through Cadillac SRX. "Drop me off at the drugstore first." I smiled when I calmed down.
. . .
I glance at his profile and a passing thought: We could have been lovers crossed my mind. Then I thought of cause and consequence and the thought will always be brushed aside, replaced by ones that says 'Duty above all'.Standing outside the drugstore, I silently whispered words that I've heard from a romantic once: "The ones that never happen are the best".
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Juicy Gossip, a Naruto fanfiction
A/N: I've learnt my lesson. If I've updated regularly, I wouldn't be stuck with alternatives and can move on. Damn.
Part V (alternative) - A. Shino's POV
The Queens of St. Leaves are at cut-throats against each other again, was my first thought when I went online. That was a day ago, early Monday -barely dawn, but close.
Later that day, -afternoon, when students should be in the midst of monotonous lectures in those dull classrooms- Kiba made his presence known (those demanding, impatient knocks; how appropriate of his character) just as Ino called.
"Thanks for fixing my laptop yesterday..." Ino and air-headed laughter equals asking a favour, my mind registered as I opened the door for Kiba to enter.
"...What do you want?" I directed the question to both parties -one at the door, Kiba; and the other on the other side of the line, Ino. Of course, it is never a good idea to do that.
Because both answered simultaneously.
Ino: "Is Dog boy at your place?"
Kiba: "Yo, Ino told ya?"
However, today is different. The two are co-working together; even if it was for their own selfish gains. He signed, this is so like their character, selfish and self-assured, as he listened.
Ino: "Listen, we ('we'? That's fast, but will their pally relationship last?) need you to tinkle with the video that Kiba had gotten. Then put it on the town's gossip column under my name. Will you do it for me, pretty please?"
Kiba: "Think before you reject her, dude. Hinata-chan's always surrounded by her harem! We need to chase them off (removing Uchiha Sasuke would encourage more guys to join her harem); they're making her more stressed than normal, didn't ya notice?"
he detected the flaw in each of their 'pleas', but if those two -who repel each other as strongly as magnets with like poles- were willing to work together, then what's not to agree? Furthermore, their requests sound staged. Either they've good telepathy or had met up earlier to discuss their persuasion strategy.
"Dude, how'd ya make it this...HD, man?" It's cool." Kiba complimented while he chomped down on refreshments.
"Kiba, you're halfway there to being a professional vet or a street rapper. Make up your mind which language you're going to master." It was a purposeful jab. His friend should know how much he loathe completing given tasks, excluding school-assigned work. Unlike normal, his shaggy friend ignored it.
"Ino told ya to post it under 'er name, right? Guess we've gotta give her a call about the details." Apparently, he was too busy with a girl to care about jabs or friends.
Title: "Rejected by No. 1 Bachelor of St. Leaves, Queen Bee not that great after all?" -I)
(Aye, captain. -K)
(Make sure you spread it swiftly, online or physically. Cheers! -I)
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
(Standard disclaimers and procedures applies.)
Part V (alternative) - A. Shino's POV
The Queens of St. Leaves are at cut-throats against each other again, was my first thought when I went online. That was a day ago, early Monday -barely dawn, but close.
Later that day, -afternoon, when students should be in the midst of monotonous lectures in those dull classrooms- Kiba made his presence known (those demanding, impatient knocks; how appropriate of his character) just as Ino called.
"Thanks for fixing my laptop yesterday..." Ino and air-headed laughter equals asking a favour, my mind registered as I opened the door for Kiba to enter.
"...What do you want?" I directed the question to both parties -one at the door, Kiba; and the other on the other side of the line, Ino. Of course, it is never a good idea to do that.
Because both answered simultaneously.
Ino: "Is Dog boy at your place?"
Kiba: "Yo, Ino told ya?"
. . .
Ino. Kiba. These two names should never be raised in succession in any conversation. That is simply because the owners of the names themselves would never allow it. Hinata suspects that the duo are tip-toeing around their attraction for one another, and the other 'apprentices' jokingly reasons that the duo "are still stuck in the denial stage."However, today is different. The two are co-working together; even if it was for their own selfish gains. He signed, this is so like their character, selfish and self-assured, as he listened.
Ino: "Listen, we ('we'? That's fast, but will their pally relationship last?) need you to tinkle with the video that Kiba had gotten. Then put it on the town's gossip column under my name. Will you do it for me, pretty please?"
Kiba: "Think before you reject her, dude. Hinata-chan's always surrounded by her harem! We need to chase them off (removing Uchiha Sasuke would encourage more guys to join her harem); they're making her more stressed than normal, didn't ya notice?"
he detected the flaw in each of their 'pleas', but if those two -who repel each other as strongly as magnets with like poles- were willing to work together, then what's not to agree? Furthermore, their requests sound staged. Either they've good telepathy or had met up earlier to discuss their persuasion strategy.
. . .
Moments later, he finished editing and 'cleaning up' the video. Or as Ino and her company like to call it, 'tinkling'."Dude, how'd ya make it this...HD, man?" It's cool." Kiba complimented while he chomped down on refreshments.
"Kiba, you're halfway there to being a professional vet or a street rapper. Make up your mind which language you're going to master." It was a purposeful jab. His friend should know how much he loathe completing given tasks, excluding school-assigned work. Unlike normal, his shaggy friend ignored it.
"Ino told ya to post it under 'er name, right? Guess we've gotta give her a call about the details." Apparently, he was too busy with a girl to care about jabs or friends.
. . .
(I don't care but if you insist...Title: "Rejected by No. 1 Bachelor of St. Leaves, Queen Bee not that great after all?" -I)
(Aye, captain. -K)
(Make sure you spread it swiftly, online or physically. Cheers! -I)
TBC
~Ms O c t o b e r
(Standard disclaimers and procedures applies.)
Friday, November 5, 2010
I'm Still Alive
Kekeke, sorry. Would you want to hear my excuses? Let's see...I was busy studying for GCE O's (that's a lie on the condition that if I'm studying like I should.). I forgot my password and user name (also a lie, my memory works in crazy ways, it will forget small, inconsequent things yet remember stuff like blogging, passwords and the lot.) After I've sprouted out these two reasons (ahemexcusesahem), I've nothing to say.
Well, except that I'm ashamed for playing possum? *dodges thrown tomatoes and eggs*
I'm here today to bring news. And yes, you have reason to be wary. *prepares to hide* I have dropped my previous fic, Juicy Gossip (Naruto). Please don't throw any chairs at me!!! I'm really, really sorry. Sincerely so! (;_;)
Maybe I'll continue it...after the exams? (I'm such a meanie, aren't I? Giving you hope and probably going to trample on it...*sigh*)
~Ms O c t o b e r
Currently listening to Orange Range's Thank You
Well, except that I'm ashamed for playing possum? *dodges thrown tomatoes and eggs*
I'm here today to bring news. And yes, you have reason to be wary. *prepares to hide* I have dropped my previous fic, Juicy Gossip (Naruto). Please don't throw any chairs at me!!! I'm really, really sorry. Sincerely so! (;_;)
Maybe I'll continue it...after the exams? (I'm such a meanie, aren't I? Giving you hope and probably going to trample on it...*sigh*)
~Ms O c t o b e r
Currently listening to Orange Range's Thank You
Saturday, October 23, 2010
I'm Still Alive -Barely (T.T)
I'm posting because I feel guilty. (^///^) The ficlet below is something that's been stored in my phone for centuries, so I thought to post it up so that I can save some more space in my phone memory. (^W^)
A/N: Not for the faint-hearted. This comes from a nightmare of mine.
/Splish splash/ The footsteps on a puddle of rainwater broke the eerie silence of the night. There was someone chasing her. A figure in black. Feminine...based on the curves she spotted when the moonlight peeled through the clouds.
/Huff huff pant pant/ She have been running ever since...ever since when exactly? A stab of chilly foreboding sent her legs flying again. She was tired (ohsotired!) but her instincts were telling (screamingather,tearingatherears!) her to runrunrun! Her chest is close to bursting, and her limbs! No doubt will there be a horrible ache the next morning. Assuming she got out alive...the thought bought along a wave of fiery ice rushing through her veins.
/There!/ Light, shadows, laughter, colourful decorations...A carnival? A crowd to hide her -she was going to be safe! The thought bought along another adrenaline rush, this time with the promise of not having to lie in a pool of her own blood. A teeny tiny voice in her head questioned herself: a carnival at 3 in the morning? Her feet ceased movement too late. A circular spotlight was aimed at her, almost blinding her eyes. Eerie music floated to her ears...the kind in Victorian music boxes. Her electric green eyes (eyesofacatgreen) scanned her surroundings -no one. She could have sworn she'd seen and heard people. A black shadow caught her attention. Her eyes widened and a scream threatened to spill (andcutthestill,stillair). She'd recognised her own silhouette anywhere. Her twin-doppelganger-evil side? was melding itself onto her while grinning blankly. She heard a shrill scream laced with pure horror -hers.
A/N: Not for the faint-hearted. This comes from a nightmare of mine.
* * *
/Splish splash/ The footsteps on a puddle of rainwater broke the eerie silence of the night. There was someone chasing her. A figure in black. Feminine...based on the curves she spotted when the moonlight peeled through the clouds.
/Huff huff pant pant/ She have been running ever since...ever since when exactly? A stab of chilly foreboding sent her legs flying again. She was tired (ohsotired!) but her instincts were telling (screamingather,tearingatherears!) her to runrunrun! Her chest is close to bursting, and her limbs! No doubt will there be a horrible ache the next morning. Assuming she got out alive...the thought bought along a wave of fiery ice rushing through her veins.
/There!/ Light, shadows, laughter, colourful decorations...A carnival? A crowd to hide her -she was going to be safe! The thought bought along another adrenaline rush, this time with the promise of not having to lie in a pool of her own blood. A teeny tiny voice in her head questioned herself: a carnival at 3 in the morning? Her feet ceased movement too late. A circular spotlight was aimed at her, almost blinding her eyes. Eerie music floated to her ears...the kind in Victorian music boxes. Her electric green eyes (eyesofacatgreen) scanned her surroundings -no one. She could have sworn she'd seen and heard people. A black shadow caught her attention. Her eyes widened and a scream threatened to spill (andcutthestill,stillair). She'd recognised her own silhouette anywhere. Her twin-doppelganger-evil side? was melding itself onto her while grinning blankly. She heard a shrill scream laced with pure horror -hers.
*
She awoke tangled in her bedsheets. Cold sweat slid down her temples, and her mouth was open wide -in a silent scream. The sky was still dark, and it was a Saturday. She could still get a few more hours of sleep...if only the image of some scary and grotesque corpse would stop floating behind her lids when she closed her eyes.
Her eyes drifted to her open window and everything flooded back to her. Her green eyes widened in horror, mouth open in a scream, limbs shaking violently.
It was the figure in black -her silhouette.
* * *
The last 2 paragraphs were recently added. Crazy punctuations too. That's because my phone can't italicise itself. (>x<!) I'm not that mean to leave a cliff-hanger. (n_n) Don't make me sad by plagiarising. (>.<)
~Ms O c t o b e r
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Pets Part 2
So where were we?...Oh ya!
So let's start with breeds.Breeds are type of animal with different type of size,behavior and more!First,I will start off with dogs/puppies,then cats/kittens,hamsters,fishes and many other types.I will only give information on one breed and the rest will be in part sonething,something,cause its too much.But I will be giving different information on diffrent things.
Dogs/Puppies
So let's start with breeds.Breeds are type of animal with different type of size,behavior and more!First,I will start off with dogs/puppies,then cats/kittens,hamsters,fishes and many other types.I will only give information on one breed and the rest will be in part sonething,something,cause its too much.But I will be giving different information on diffrent things.
Dogs/Puppies
(My most personal flavor the)Labrador Retriever
Height: Female-21.5-23.5
Male-22.5-23.5
Weight: Female-55-70
Male-65-80
Breed group:Sport
Colors:Chocolate,Solid black,yellow
The Labrador Retriever is a strong,athletic,well-balance and medium in size.This sport breed is adept in hunting and retriving(cute and clever!)Anyways,there are two type of this breed,the english and the american.They posses the sweet personality and they are friendly and outgoing.They are highy intelligent,deepy devoted and loyal.It is also reliable,affectionate and needs attendtion and also thrive on human companionship.If left alone for long/extended period of time,they will become lonely,bored and destrusive.They are 100% safe and wonderful with childrens.They also get along exceedingly well with other dogs.They requires regular grooming with a firm bristle brush.Bathing or dry shampooing must be/should only be done when is absolutely necessary.
*Fifi
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