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2nd Week At School - I know you won't read it =D

By steambunz - Saturday, January 17, 2009

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Tagged By Eddie 5th Time - And Still Counting x]

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Pretending

By steambunz - Sunday, January 11, 2009

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A Very Long Post - First Week At School

By steambunz - Friday, January 09, 2009

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Cecelia got back in the car as she slowly lost sight of him. She took a deep breath and look out from the window as hey drove pass the other closed shop lots.

"Aren't you going to ask me something?"

A deep voice spoke.

"Nah, why should I? You're always not on time," Cecelia said calmly while continuing to look out at the window.

"Pfft," the driver scoffed and continued,"who was that man you were talking to earlier?"

"Non of your business." Cecelia cut in while putting onto her earphones and listening to her Walkman in full blast.

"I am your brother, of course it's my business to know."

Too late. Cecelia was humming away, ignoring his brother. He looked at his rear mirror and gave that annoying look on his face.

The car came to a halt in front of the big entrance gate as it slowly begins to open for the car to drive in. Cecelia was the first one to hop out from the car and rush in to the bungalow house without looking back.

An elderly man in pyjamas appeared at the entrance door, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, Nigel. What keeps you awake at this time of hour?"

"Oh, nothing Second Master. Just a small commotion when Young Master was stomping all the way up the stairs to her room. Purposely, I suppose," the butler yawned.

He shook his head and yawns.

"Oh, Second Master, Master wants to see you first thing in the morning."

"Well, Nigel, let's talk about it first thing in the morning shall we. I'm busted."

"I think I change my mind, shall we have this talk right now," a deep, toned voice cut in.

There, at the entrance door, stood a descent young man in his 40's, leaning against the door frames.

"Oh, hi father..."

"Come in to my office," he cuts in before his son could finish what he was saying.

Upon reaching the office, his father was sitting at the edge of his table desk, holding a glass, filled with red wine.

"Take a seat, son."

"Dad, it's in the wee hours of the morning. I need some rest."

"I guess you suggested to stand, perhaps. Never mind, I'll make this a quick session," he stood up and placed the wine glass on the table.

"You didn't carry out your job well today as Cecelia's protector brother. You were suppose to fetch her as soon as she finishes her night shift, but where the hell were you,"he roared.

"I was busy dad, I can't leave the office until I finish my project!"

"You know what will happen to her do you? What will happen if it did happen to her? Talking to strangers like that..."

"C'mon dad, he was just a stranger. They have nothing in common!!"

A sudden glare rose up to the elderly father face. A glare which kills!

"Are you telling me, Cecelia talked to a stranger," he growled, banging the table.

"Argh! Dad, please don't start this again. Cecelia have already talked to...who-knows-how-many customers during her job. He's just a stranger. They don't know each other. And can I go and get some sleep now?"

The elderly father looked at the time on his fancy digital watch, which read 4.30am.

"Very well, we shall continue this tomorrow then."

"Oh gawd,"he groans.

"Son, whatever you do, Cecelia musn't get too close to anyone..."

"Yes, dad! You told me that a million times. You should get some sleep dad. It's late."

He walked out from the room.

Sigh. What am I suppose to do as a worthless father.

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Cecelia layed on her bed in her pyjamas. Humming.

She was still thinking of the man she met earlier.

I wonder who was that man. She thought to herself. No one has ever make me feel this happy before.

She got up and stood in front of the mirror, combing her long hair. She pauses and smiles at the mirror.

I wonder if I could see him again.

[To Be Continue]

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Goodbye Maple Story T___T

By steambunz - Friday, January 02, 2009

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2009 Goals

By steambunz - Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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Happy New Year 2009!!!

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Can I Help You? [Chapter 3]

By steambunz - Sunday, December 28, 2008

I was lost in a midst of words.

She's not Chloe? If she's not Chloe...then...who is she?

The lady must have read my thoughts as she just stood there, smiling at me.

"You must have mistaken me for the wrong person, I guess," she said.

"Well...erh..."

I didn't know what to do. So, I just played along to get out from the situation.

"You're not Chloe? Ha ha, that lady in that 7-Eleven store told me that there was a lady named, Chloe, whom just left about a few minutes ago," I laughed, awkwardly.

The lady look at me, filled with curiosity. And, I just realise, I ran out of words to say.

"Well...erh...I better be going back now," I finally said, feeling a little out of the mood and walk past her.

"Sir, wait!"

A voice called out to me.

I turned around and saw that lady again.

"Sir, please wait there."

As soon as she finished saying it, she ran into the 7-Eleven shop.

A few minutes later, I saw her coming out from the shop, holding something in her hands, walking slowly and carefully towards me.

"Here, take my coffee. As for my apology to you for spilling yours," she said innocently.

I looked at her cup of coffee and was about to say something...

"Oh, don't worry. It's my treat," she smiled.

I cleared my throat and said,"No, I was actually thinking if you put any drugs into this coffee."

I pretended to examine the cup of coffee in my hand as she gave me this funny expression on her face that brightens up my mood.

"Thanks," I said. "Don't you think a girl like you shouldn't be out here alone at this time of night?"

"Hmm..I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend to picked me up. But it seems he's coming a bit later then usual."

"Ohh..."

Right deep down inside my heart, I know I don't have a chance. But, oh well, what comes around, goes around I guess. I tried not to act a less bit disappointed.

"Well, it's still dangerous for a pretty girl like you to wait outside here. Why don't we sit on the stairs in front of the 7-Eleven shop while waiting for your so-called-prince to fetch you?"

She sticks her tongue out.

"We," she asked.

"Of course us. I can't just leave a girl like you here all alone in the dark streets, right?"

"As you say so."

We make our way towards the stairs and sat down. We talked about our work, which school we came from.

It was 3am when a Mercedes Benz car turns up opposite the 7-Eleven building.

*Ponk *Ponk

The horn sounded. I hardly can see who was the driver was.

"Well, I gotta go. My car is here." She stood up while brushing her skirt,"thanks for the company. I really appreciate it."

She smiles as I quickly stood up.

"It was my guest. You better be going now. Good night." I smiled back.

After I saw her getting in the car, I just remembered.

I forgot to ask for her name.

How stupid I am!! Why am I so stupid?! Why asking for her name, yet so simple but yet I can't remember to ask?!

"Arghh!!!!! I HATE MYSELF!!!"

I punched the wall, but instead I got back a sharp pain on my knuckles. So, I started my way back to the office, disappointed.

I noticed the same Mercedes Benz driving pass me. I stood still for a moment, looking at the car. The passengers window slowly wines down and a head pops out from the window. That lady again.

And she shouted.

"My name is not Chloe you dumb head!!! My name is Cecelia!!!"

And the car zoomed off into the darkness of the streets. Leaving me behind, smiling all the way back to the office.

[To Be Continue]

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