Two fucking annoying troublesome brothers.

As they say, it takes two to tango, but hell it's much more difficult to get two boys to work in harmony. I'm sick and tired of my brothers constantly fighting and never seeming to get along. It hard enough for me to object any of their arguments. I hate them, and I hope soon after I move out of the house, I wouldn't even have top listen to their fucking whines all the time.

Addiction

Hey, this is just a story I wrote earlier during class. It's just an attempt. So I need your help and comment please. and do point out my mistakes.

Addiction

Light sat quietly in the corner of her bedroom. The sound of blood throbbed in her ears, She craved for more, It wasn't enough to hold her thirst and hunger. She felt the need to scream on the top of her lungs.

Her long fingernails were scratching and digging through the skin of her thighs. Blood gushed out of her wounds. She wanted more and more. Her eyes widened and pupils dilated. It was time.

Suddenly she heard a loud piercing scream coming from the room next door. A small sinister smile made its way on to her lips. She bit her lower lips, desperately trying to stop herself from laughing, but it was inexorable.

She threw her head back and erupted a loud shriek of laughter. Tears were streaming down her face. She felt... happy. Her hands clamps her ears trying her hardest to block out those voices calling for her, inviting her, seducing her, tempting her.

"Light my dear. Come out and play"
"Let us have our own celebration"
"Come come! The humans won't kill themselves you know"

She whimpered in pain. Her ears were bleeding. Her eyes were wild and mad. She dug her finger into the ground. She was powerless against them. The desire to join them was impenetrable. It was infuriating.

She heard her glass window shattering along with her mirrors. Her door suddenly screeched open. She turned her head to face a black figure standing in front of her. It was him. he kneel down in front of her and reached out a hand to caress her face.

A devilish smirk was playing on his lips. She held his warm hand and kissed his palm lovingly. He placed a hand behind her head and pulled her into a tight embrace.

She breathed in his scent, burying her face in his chest. Listening to his heart beat she felt envious of him. Her heart was made of stone.

Her hands were tightly secured around his neck. Her eyes glowed bright red, her hunger was back. Her grip tightening every second. All of the sudden she heard a loud crack.

Her eyes once more widened not in pleasure but in realization that she just killed her beloved. His blood stained her cloths and dirtied her hands. She stood up and moved away from the corpse of her beloved.

The scent of his blood was unbearable. She placed a finger into her mouth, tasting him, savoring him. She closed her eyes, enjoying the beautiful, delicious taste. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She wanted more.

She heard him grunting, healing himself. Her eyes twinkled in delight and glided her way towards him. He got up from the floor, staring at her and holding out his arms. Her smile turn into a siren's grin. He twisted his head and rubbed the back of his neck, healing himself completely.

Her laughter filled the air as her beloved sweep her off her feet. He threw her on her bed with her still giggling madly.

He crawled on top of her. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He took out a razor and drew a long slit from his chest to his stomach. He kissed her neck passionately, butterfly kisses from her neck to collarbone. He gestured her closer to him, to his scars.

She smiled at her beloved. He urged her to feed off him. 'How considerate'

to be continued

End of holiday.

o.k, the holiday wasn't enough to have a little time on my own. I feel as if life is too short to even get to do those wondrous things.

My plan was simple; school terms I get to focus on my academics and during the holiday I get to nurture my talents. But unfortunately, the teachers gave us a lot of homework. probably afraid all of the excitement can make us forget school. So, no talents for this year I guess.

Four days just before the school started, my parents flew off to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia 'cause my mom had surgery. and left the 4 of us in the hand of our grandparents.
everyday mom calls to check on us, maybe scared that we would burn the house down... lol

my brothers and I are surprisingly fine on our own... ok may be not so much, but we are making progress!

Truth is, I don't think I'm ready for school yet, I mean some of my homework are incomplete!!!! Ughhhhh!!!

Why does form 4 (Year 9) have to be so HARD???!!!!

Misunderstood

i cant shake the feeling that whenever i turn my back on something or when i do something, regardless of what it is... i'm afraid that i would be misunderstood.

it happens to me all the time.

to be honest... why am i like this? is it because of my parents constantly reminding me to be careful? or is it just an instinct i grew up with?

broken promises

my parents promised me a number of items in the past 15 years. and all of them are broken, not a single one is true.Now they promised me a laptop, though I'm not holding on to that promise. I know its a lie. I doubt every word that comes out of their mouth. so now, i won't be surprised if they break this one too. i've stop trusting them a long time ago.

A lesson in life that I wll always treasure, "Rely on noone but me. myself and i"

all i will ever have are broken promises.

Henry James

I hate him so much, he pisses me off. whenever he does something its always me or harry who gets the blame. ughhh. i seriously think he was switched with my 'real' brother. HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE!!!!!

i dont care what happens to him. all i care about is getting away from him

mask

days pass by, time ticks away, i pretend everywhere i go, wearing a mask so thick of lies, a simple plastered to conceal what's beneath it all, hidden deep under, i know. A little girl cries me loneliness, the frustration she felt over the years, the pressure of being someone she clearly did not agree on, wanting only to be accepted, to be loved and cared for. She created a mask that she used so often until her truerele is forgotten by others, never to tell the world me her true sufferings. She sits and waits patiently for that day to come. Waiting for the mask to fall and shatter into pieces, to reveal each and every emotion that she felt, to forever be free from the dark prison.