Love Story.

20 03 2010

He was a guard, a trainee soldier. She was a princess. And that was all that made them unable to be together intimately. Alyss kept this picture of Dodge beside her bed and looked at it everyday. It was a picture of a seven-year-old Dodge kissing baby Alyss on her cheek. It embarrassed Dodge as a soldier, so Alyss teased him by showing it to him often. Six years later, their relationship matured.

He waited in the playroom, and Alyss entered, breathless from the tea party. It was her birthday, and the tea party was amazingly huge.

She had wondered why Dodge had been absent throughout the whole morning. It seemed he was here waiting all along.

“Why weren’t you there with me?” she pouted, hands on her waist. Dodge bowed.
“I refuse to forget that you are a princess, and a soldier would seem awkwardly placed beside her, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that. It’s Alyss,” she said.
“Yes, Princess.” A small smile curved his lips. Alyss glared at him. She looked around. “Are you having any military exercises lately?”

“None lately.”
“Then I have a new exercise for you. We’re at a tea party. There’s food and music, and you pull me in to dance.” She held out her hand. The magical Music Flower, perking up at the word ‘dance’, started playing the sweetest music ever.

Dodge hesitated. His father would kill him. But…

Dodge pulled her close and put his hand on her waist, and slowly moved around the room. The background music played softly. She was so close to him. He could feel her breath on his cheek. He smelled the scent, a soothing, light scent of flowers. Did all girls have this scent, or just her?

Dodge made a weak attempt to pull away. “This isn’t a military exercise.” It was so tempting. The feel of her slender waist under his skin was crazy.

“Just listen. As we dance, dark shadows appear. It’s an ambush. Will you protect me?”
“You know I will, Alyss.” He didn’t want to pull away, but he did, brandishing his sword, slashing at the imaginary darkness around.

“You plunge your sword into the heart of evil darkness, and it disappears.” Dodge made a show as he stabbed into the air, pausing for effect.

“They’re gone,” narrated Alyss. “But I’m shaken by what happened.” She looked at Dodge. He was so… everything. “You take me in your arms to soothe me.”

This time there was no hesitation. Dodge held her tight, then looked at her. Gradually, they started dancing again. His arms were around her back, her head on his chest. They were so young. It was such a sweet feeling.

“Will you be my king, Dodge?”
“If it’s your wish, Princess.” They closed in on each other, their breathing becoming heavier.

“Dodge! Patrol the corridors for me, will you?” Dodge pulled away, staring at the source of his father, Sir Justice’s voice.

“Yes, sir!” He looked at Alyss one more time, then left hurriedly.

Alyss smiled. That was her Dodge.

P.s. Thanks, Jian.


1,000 Subscribers

19 03 2010

No, maybe not so epic. But my blog hits (the number of times your blog has been read) have reached a nice number. Pretty. And it’s a good seasoning for this blog. Keep on reading, folks. Thanks alot =)

To those who already read my old blog earlier today, I visited that old blog. Yep, Playground. It’s still a pretty nice, cute blog. And I found this post dedicated to Stephenie Meyer. Made me smile. Heh. See you guys =)


Stephenie Meyer (née Morgan; born December 24, 1973) is an American author, known for her vampire romance series Twilight. The Twilight novels have gained worldwide recognition, won multiple literary awards and sold over 85 million copies worldwide,[1] with translations into 37 different languages around the globe.[2][3] A film adaptation of Twilight was released in the United States on November 21, 2008. Meyer is also the author of the adult science-fiction novel The Host.
Meyer was named USA Today’s “Author of the Year” in 2008.[4] She was also the biggest selling author of the year, having sold over 29 million books in 2008 alone,[5][6] with Twilight being the best selling book of the year.[7] Meyer was ranked #49 on Time magazine’s list of the 100 Most Influential People in 2008,[8] and was also included in the Forbes Celebrity 100 list of the world’s most powerful celebrities in 2009, entering at #26 with annual earnings exceeding $50 million.[9]

You are amazing. To be able to write a book about a vampire and a girl and a man wolf, and become one of the 100 Most Influential People. It must have taken a lot of hard work to get there, huh? It wasn’t easy, I bet. After all, not many people can make stories like this. I mean, who would’ve thought of a love triangle between two monsters and a human? Ingenious.

So, Twilight got you to number #49 on the list of influential people.

Maybe I’ll tell a fan girl of Edward Cullen to piss off. Yeah, that should get me to number #47.


I was such a smartass. Still am.

Camps And Revamps.

16 03 2010

Is this blog too grey? I hope not.   

After the camp, everything crashed down to ground floor again. It’s as if someone piled my fun on the first three days of the holidays, and forgot to leave some for later. I’m out of things to say, and do.   

So let’s talk about the camp. I learned lots. Discipline, mainly. I’d had trouble with that tons of times. I dunno if this camp left a permanent discipline mark on me, though. Teehee. And there was the Keahlian test. Miss Xia Shuen got 95 marks at Form 1 and challenged us to beat it. And I’m pretty sure I flunked any chance of getting higher than that. At form 5, that’s pretty embarrassing. That’s just too bad. At any rate, I enjoyed it. It’s not your typical Camp Fun N’ Games, and that made it all the more coolerest. =)  

And as for the award, it’s weird that my fellow to-be-scouts were form 1s, but I really appreciate it. Thanks, Council.  Thanks. 





Nick and his dad took up their cameras. They looked at each other for a quick, fleeting second.

“Take it.”


Planning Backwards.

14 03 2010

Scouts was real good. I felt happy about my achievements I made during recruit camp.

But, I really find it a tiny bit amusing that I got an award when my fellow scouts were form 1s. I mean, from a happy-go-lucky teen to a crazy, reckless kid, who’d you pick?

But I’m so honored. The devotion to scouts deepens. Thanks, Kelly, Zhen Ni, the whole commitee. Thanks!

Sorry I haven’t updated much. I know how Zach feels now. When you start having photos in your blog, the absence of a photo cuts off your inspiration to blog.

So I’ll just paste something up here.

I love Mrs. Yamaha. She’s still with me. First guitar, and first friend who introduced me to music. Play on, sista.


Chris :”Gone were the days when I could entertain myself by looking at clouds all day.”

Nick :”Well, not for me.”

Chris :”Huh?”