Deadwood in the ocean of debris. / Light the fuse, tonight. / Smile in the storm. / Insanity Streak. / Step off the cloud. / Speech Day / Roll away from me. / Love to life. / Till forever ends. / Can you whisper. /

Received first hand updates from PY but still waited for the official announcements.

I was a PAP supporter, amongst my family members, all were opposition supporters;

Opposition as in any team except Reform Party. My parents like WP in particular.

I had a bet with my dad. If PAP won Aljunied, he'll buy me a tub of ice cream weekly for June;

If not, he won't buy me ice cream for whole of June. My older sis was witness. So excited XD

I was in Jurong GRC, PAP vs NSP. Tiew's Marine Parade, after results release I went suan him XD
I was like HAHAHA YOU GOT TIN PEI LING HAHA. Then he's like SILENCE WOMAN.

JOO CHIAT SO CLOSE! Yay PAP win :D I sad life Jurong GRC 2nd last to announce .___.

Anyway, ALJUNIED! SEE LA. NO MORE MR GEORGE YEO. There's a bright side though;

He could run for president :D So, there goes ice cream. So many spoilt votes wth.

All these ppl dk how cross or purposely go draw turtle rabbit or some damn dinosaur.

Potong Pasir. The opposition lost to PAP by 0.72%. Spoilt votes are 1.51% I think.

TURTLE ARTISTS I HOPE YOU FEEL ASHAMED. But PAP still won so thats good :D
I think the largest rise to fame was AH MEE. HAHHAHA. He dont look tired/bored leh XD

87 seats, PAP 81, WP 6. Most opposition in SG history since indep seh. WP not bad hmm.

Today. Sigh. Sunday. They hvnt said but I think Caitlyn and Justina are very upset with me.

Tze Yi was asking why I wasnt at TTB (again.). Honestly, I kinda dont wanna go back.

I'll force myself to next week. Somehow.

AVRIL PERFORMING TMR AT INDOOR STADIUM!

Ploop ploop. I woke at 1330 today. And when I sit down, then stand up for whatever reason;
I feel dizzy and sometimes end up falling or banging into sth. Oh well .___.

MAOMAOMAO IM SLACKING. SO MUCH TODAY. I'll regret it so much later but who cares.
Sigh. Since some people found out already -shrugs-

MAROON 5. Why are their songs so awesome. Is Anybody Out There is on replay in my head.

Got a few new songs in my library yay. More than 800 now hehe. MAROON 5 FTW!

Anyway, I'm posting up my chapter from the English Novel Project. Not very well written;

1stly, it was too close to my realisation of the CAP results

2ndly, I dont write well in the first place whatchu talking

Under 'Read More'. Might post up more next time see how la.

Faint footsteps sounded behind him. He turned his stiff neck, to be greeted by the loving smile of his wife, donned in a floral frock. Resting her bony fingers on his shoulders, her gaze met his lost ones and she sighed, “Dear, Mr Mardnus is on the phone, he’s waiting for you.” With that, she helped him up gently. Trying to shrug her off, Yang was determined not to appear weak in front of the lady dependent on him for decades. Every inch forward was a milestone down.

A wave of warm familiarity hit him as he entered his house. Inching across to the antique phone, his squinting eyes were drawn to the unsteady pile of documents on his desk by the curtain-drawn windows. Months of intensive research, reports were messily taped onto the walls, covering the peeling paint and creeping cracks. His shaking hand rested on the polished little glass stand for support, while the other placed the phone by his ear. “Hello,” he attempted in his most confident tone, “Professor Yang here. Who would this be?”

“Good day, Professor. This is Dr Mardnus, from the France Reward Organization for Gifted Studies,” greeted the caller, firmly but warmly, “and I am pleased to inform you that your discovery of the drug Morsmordrine has won the FROGS’96 awards in the Biomedical and Medicinal Chemistry category.”

Jaws dropped in amazement, Yang was lost for words. “Wow… Erm thanks.”

“You’d be receiving the official invitation soon. I believe all the necessary details would be enclosed. We look forward to your presence.”

“I see. Thank you, sir.”

He hung up. Dropping onto the mahogany couch, Yang shut his eyes, a wide grin spreading over his wrinkled face.

True enough, the invitation came soon after, and the news spread fast, and far. Calls came, from colleagues to his distant relatives, all to give their congratulations. Little preparations were needed and the day soon arrived. The birds were seemingly chirpier than usual, and Yang was up before dawn, awaiting the sunset and bathing in the breeze. By the time the sun shone in its brilliant glory, the couple were on the roads, in a cab on their way. A navy suit hung from his frame, meticulously pressed, paired with a silk azure tie. His hair gelled and shoes polished, Yang was staring out, lost in thoughts. His wife flaunted an embellished cerise satin gown, with a mother-of-pearl necklace streaming her bony neck. Her hair neatly secured in a bun by a glossy burgundy ribbon, she glanced at her husband worriedly from time to time. Countless times he had refused a wheelchair, but she forced him to use a walking stick anyway. It was for his own good, that stubborn old man.

Upon arrival, the couple signed in at the reception, surrounded by floral arrangements. Big names were on the guest list, and Yang gaped as he stared around. Such a frail unknown researcher, at a ceremony filled with established talents far and wide. Ushered to his seat, he could not help but admire the grandiosity. The gleaming stage, multitudes of velvet seats and golden décor impressed them beyond measure. Settling in, he attempted to quell his discomfort as the lights dimmed; it was starting.

Names were read and unwavering applause were given. Before nervous anticipation devoured him from the inside, his name echoed throughout the hall. Few applause garnered at the unknown name, Yang stood shakily, as an acute pain suddenly shot up his frame. Clutching his chest, the hall blurred out as applause morphed into worried mummers, which were soon drowned by shrieking ambulance cries.

He faded in and out of consciousness as he bounced sporadically on the chilling ambulance bed. The needle-piercing agony forced him out of reality. However, he jolted awake soon enough, to find his immobilised body on an icy table, surrounded by dim glimmers. Burning from the inside out, he could barely make out the voices swirling about. His heartbeat was puddle shallow.

It was like lightning flooding his soul. “Eighty volts!”

His face emanated warmth like that of a summer’s day. “Hundred volts!”

Every cell tingled with electricity, saturated with life. “Another hundred!”

“Again, hundred volts!”

The immortality soon drained away.

He blacked out.