WEINI - Darkness Deep In My Spirit (A Poem)

Loneliness.
It bites you from inside.
Then work it's way out.
Disappointment.
It drops like a stone through the air.
And falls on your empty heart, loud.

Hurt.
It flies through your body.
Like poison coursing in your veins.
Tears.
The veil which separates.
Or the carrier of pain.

Silence.
The deafening sound.
The knife which cuts through a bond.
 Distance.
The route of an adventure.
The ribbon attached to something long gone.

Love.
The same music that plays.
In two soul's heart.
Memories.
The manuscipt filled.
With everything that brought us together, then tore us apart.

JOANNA - Just Can't Get Enough

Piper's a Pisces.

And Pisceans are not that loyal when it comes to love. They have to be always kept interested and when they're not, you're out of their game of love. Yep, they're just that demanding.

Piper had her fair share of crushes and heartbreaks. She's never really been in a real relationship before. But she's been in tons of flings. Those relationships that only last a month or two. Well, what can I say? She's a Pisces.

But currently, she's single and available.

She doesn't like to brag, but she doesn't get why guys are attracted to her. When she sees herself in the mirror, all she sees is a brown-haired girl with freckles on her cheeks. She is only an ordinary girl, nothing extraordinary. Or is it the way she rolls? The way she struts her stuff in skinny jeans? The way she flips her hair when she's sweaty? The way her lips curve to form a smile? If she was a guy, she wouldn't date herself. She doesn't get what guys see in her. But trust me, she loves the attention.

Then there's Zack. A shy guy Piper met in a volunteer program. Shy, at least that's what Piper thought. But mind you, this guy's anything but shy.

After knowing each other for only three weeks, they started texting and chatting with each other. And so Piper thought Zack's a pretty fun guy to be with. He makes her laugh, and he just seem to know what she's thinking. And guess what? He wears skinny jeans too!

Piper knew that sooner or later, she'll fall for him because this guy's just so dang funny.

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Hey! What's in the house? ;)

Zack sends Piper a text.

Hey back! The house has chairs and a table, an old television set, an antique clock and stairs leading upstairs and windows. =)

After deliberate thought, Piper replies.

Haha... I didn't mean that house. But ok, mine too! =P Anyways, I was thinking, when's your birthday?

Zack replies an hour later.

Ooo... Planning a surprise party for me? =D

Piper smiles and presses 'send'.

Owh man! I was planning to, but you ruined my plans by saying that! *pouts and frowns. So when is it? =D

Zack sits in the corner of the room as he waits for her reply.

Really? Oh man! Fine. It's on the 13th February. So, I'll be waiting for my surprise party next year! =P

Piper cannot believe they're flirting.

It's before Valentine's Day! Sure, you'll get the BEST birthday party ever! And the BEST Valentine's Day too! ;)

Zack's heart skips a beat.

Can't wait then! ;)

Piper replies and goes to bed, beaming from ear to ear, and dreaming about the day when she gets to see him again.

***

She knew it.

Why do funny guys have to attract her so much? She loves it when he makes her giggle; she loves it when he gives her a totally unexpected answer; she loves it that he can still crack a joke when it comes to serious matters; she loves it that he made her fall for him.

Piper shakes her head and mutters, History is SO gonna repeat itself.

Piper logs onto Facebook and posts something.

"History is SO gonna repeat itself, but I'm willing to take the chances. Because boy, I just can't get enough of you. <3"

Five minutes later, Zack Martin, Piper Philips and 21 others like this.

THE END! ;)

WEINI - A Cliche Love Story (but I am a lucky girl)

I knew from the start, this would happen.

Is it a cliche story? Is it? Cliche or not, it has to be told. I have to let it out. Or... or my head would explode. My heart will crumple under the weight of it all. My soul would be crushed to ashes. My... okay! Cut the crap! Moving on!

Yes, yes... it ALWAYS starts with a girl in love. The guy doesn't love the girl back and yea, you could guess what happens next. ALL THE TIME... Korean drama? Nope. Sick romance? Nope. True story of an ordinary teenage girl? Yeap! But yes, that is exactly what happened to me. I write this because I thought it is such cliche that everyone would have been through this before and therefore, can relate to it.

It all started when I met him (yea, yea, I can imagine you roll your eyes and think, doesn't it always happen that way?). Yes, of course I met him. If I didn't, there wouldn't be a love story to write. Is there?

He is a guy no one would give a second thought to. Nor a second glance. He's not special. No supermodel hotness. As far as I know, he has no abs either. Hmm... muscles? Maybe a little... But certainly no abs. I'm sure of it. Anyway, I am not the kinda a girl who like someone for his abs, looks or popularity. Yea, I've heard every girl say that. But whatever! He was no Prince Charming either. Although I have to admit he has a brilliant smile (which only I noticed). Nah, it's not blinding. Trust me, if it was, I would have been blind long ago.

Okay, okay. I hear you squirm in your seat. Patience, darling, patience. The story has just begun...

I met him in school. Years and years and years and years ago. Nah... actually it was just 15 years ago. But I can still remember how we met very vividly. I didn't fall in love immediately. I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. Because that would mean it started with infatuation. Maybe love at first word then. Hey, laugh all you want, but people can fall in love with someone's voice, you know? Imagine, waking up to a sexy-voiced 'good morning, hunneh/darling/love/dear' every morning. Ahhh... who wouldn't be turned on and feeling good for the rest of the day? Anyway, I'm getting off topic, again.

So yes, we met in high school. I was innocent, naive and stupid and foolish and an idiot. Man! I wish I could go back and tell my 16 year old self what I know now. Now I'm 31. So it's pretty safe to say that I was indeed, a fool in love back then. Now, I'm all grown up and grown up. (wow! It feels good to say you're grown up. Grown up. *heart flutters with excitement* Grown up. *giggles*)

Anyway... we started talking (of course we did! I feel in love with his voice. And smile. And... him...). I never gave it a thought about our future. That in another few months, we're gonna be very close friend. That in another 1 year, we'd secretly fall in love with each other. That in another 1 and a quarter year, he'd tell me that he loved me all along when we were drunk (he was drunk, I wasn't.) because we secretly bought beer and indulged in drunkenness.

Opps. I just told you what happened. Yes, that's what happened. No, we didn't have drunken sex. We just lied down by each other in silence, staring at the night sky. Enjoying each other's presence. That's what I love about him. I learnt that night, that loving someone doesn't mean loving him. It's loving the moment you're with him. Loving the comfortable silence between you both that doesn't need to be filled in. Loving every inch of your life when he's there.

Okay, telling you that we just lied down in silence and did nothing special for the whole night is a blatant lie. But nope, we didn't have sex (I'm strict in my own principle. Sex is only allowed in marriage. I value these kinda things greatly). We kissed. My first kiss. What's that I hear? Laughing? Hey, I value my first kiss greatly I don't mind giving it away only when I think the time is right. Even if I was already 17 and a half by the time I gave it away when all my other friends were already WAAAAAY ahead of me.

I didn't regret giving my first kiss to him. I never will. We didn't jump into a relationship after that. But eventually, we fell out of each other. He said he wasn't ready for a relationship. Don't ALL guys say that. I was heart broken of course. We graduated high school. Went our separate ways. Ever heard of a quote 'if you fell out of love, it wasn't love at all'? I agree. We fell out of each other. But I never ever stopped loving him even once. Not once. Not ever. Even though I met a few other guys after him. None of them was as awesome/loving/deep/special/unique as him. No one could match up to him. Or replace his place in my heart. It's all reserved for him. I know that even if I got married with someone else, he will still be my first love, my first kiss. And I used to wish that I would be his last kiss too. When I grow older, I thought it was silly to think that way. People fall out but life goes on.

People out there? Girls want to be a guy's last kiss. Guys want to be a guy's first kiss. Trust me. Think about it, and you'll all agree with me.

About 7 years after the first time we met, we met in a cafe. I was typing a story on my laptop. He was there for a cuppa. He greeted me. He grew taller. Tanned. His voice, I noticed, was deeper. Of course he grew different in some ways. And he was pretty a successful 23 year old. It's 7 years! What do you expect? But he's still the same old him on the inside. And his smile... I've checked! He's still him. Same old humour. Same old jokes. He could still make our private jokes funny. The person I loved. The person I love. The person I will always love.

After a few dates, he wanted to be in a relationship. A serious one. So I accepted. Our courtship began. It was funny. Sweet. I wouldn't say short. But it was romantic. Not overly-done though. It was almost perfect... except for the time when we argued because I was sick of eating out and he didn't want to eat in. Or the time I didn't wanna have Italian for dinner but he insisted. Or the time when I wanted extra caramel in my popcorn and he said it was bad for my health. Or the time he insisted on paying for the bag I've been saving for ages for and I said no but he paid in the end. Oh! We didn't speak for 2 days until he said he'd accept my money in return. Or the time he said he's bringing me to the park for a picnic and he said I shouldn't prepare anything because everything was planned and I was like, what the heck? I wanted to plan it!

Other than all those big fights up there, there was nothing else that could spoil our courtship. Because I always win the arguments. I know he lets me win all the time. Sometimes, I wanted to let him win. Most of the time, he makes up to me later. The longest time we've never spoken was like... 4 days? (The extra caramel in popcorn argument) Nah, we don't stick to each other like Siamese twins or some icky-over-romantic couples out there who stick their tongues down each other's throat every single second and all over the place. Eww! I hate those kinda things! We gave each other space but we love each other each and every moment. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?

After about 2 years of courtship, he said "I love you". Did I mention that he never said those three words before? Neither did I to him. So when he said it, it was very precious. See? That's why I said, I don't like being like those icky-over-romantic couples out there. They say that to each other almost every other day. It will become meaningless and eventually, it becomes like a routine. Which in other words - boring.

He proposed. About one month later. In that freakin' Italian restaurant. This time, he really, really, really insisted that I go there. I gave in easily. Seeing that it has been sometime since we last went there, so yea, I didn't mind. It was romantic. It wasn't cliche. It was thoughtful. But it wasn't over-done. Just like him. Simple and meaningful. Just the way I like it. Am comfortable with.

There was no sudden musicians playing violins out of nowhere. There was no cake. He just went up to the stage, took the microphone, sang "Only You" and knelt down in front of everyone and proposed. I remember exactly the words he said, "Hey everyone. Today, I sing this song specially for someone whom I've loved for a long, long time. Although we've went our separate ways before, fate brought us together again. Today, is the 10th anniversary of our first meeting way back in high school. Also, today, I would like to ask this special girl *he kneels down* will you marry me?"

I could hear girls in the restaurant gasp. I could sense every girl in the room looking at me with envy. Some were saying "huh! You never did that for me!". I was proud. I was in love. I was crying with joy. A girl shouted, "Say yes!!!" then the others followed. I nodded slowly at first. Then I nodded faster, happily. And I said, "Yes, I will."

He jumped up in joy. He ran down the stage, towards me. He embraced me and planted a kiss on my forehead. Everyone clapped. After awhile, the crowd settled down. He slipped the ring on my fourth finger and kissed my hand. After the bills was settled. We went home to tell our family the news. Aaaaand it turned out that everyone knew. Everyone except me.

A wedding ceremony was held 3 months later. It was a perfect white wedding. The ones girls die for. The ones girls dream about. It was perfect. It was cliche. It is my story.

I love him forever and ever.

WEINI - Unlike Yesterday's World

His name was Brent.

My name was Hanna.

Yes, my name was Hanna. I'm not Hanna anymore. No one can call me Hanna like how Brent did. No one can make Hanna sound magical, special and beautiful like Brent did. It was an ordinary name, but to me, Brent made it special. My name is now Leah. Because Brent has gone... so must Hanna.

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"Brent!!!!" Hanna ran up to him. She couldn't stop herself in time and collided squarely into his chest.

He laughed his special laugh that never failed to soothe Hanna, "What is it, Hanna?"

"Brent!!!!! I found a spider!!!" she squealed in delight. "By the window!!!"

"Oh!!! Let's go catch it!!!" Brent said excitedly.

So they both went and caught the spider in a container which added to their collections of their 'captives'.

"When I grow up, I want to be a scientist!" Hanna said loudly.

"Well I wanna be your teacher!" Brent said jokingly.

"Huh! Why do you always get to be my teacher? I wanna be YOUR teacher too!" Hanna whined.

"Fine, Hanna! You can be my teacher," Brent said.

"Yay!!!" Hanna whooped in joy.

"Just for today..." Brent added.

"Awhhhh... but that's not fair!!! You get to be my teacher EVERY DAY!" Hanna whined again.

"Well, today is your special day. So you get to be my teacher. If you become my teacher every time, then it wouldn't be special anymore, would it?" Brent said.

"Okay, today, I will be your teacher," Hanna grinned widely.

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"Brent?" Hanna called.

"Yes, Hanna?" Brent replied.

"Can I come in?" Hanna asked.

"Sure... what's up?" Brent asked. "You don't look very happy... something bothering you?"

As if on cue, Hanna started crying. "Oh my God... Hanna... what happened?" Brent asked, carefully, as he moved towards Hanna.

"It's Jason..." Hanna sobbed.

"Oh... Jason... has he hurt you or something?' Brent asked.

"Yes..."

"That bastard!!!" Brent hissed angrily...

"Right here... it hurts..." Hanna touched her chest where the heart was supposed to be.

"Oh Hanna... shhhh..." Brent said as he hugged her tightly and rocked lightly as Hanna sobbed uncontrollably.

"He lied... and it hurts..." Hanna cried softly. "He lied... he said he'd love me forever... he lied..."

Brent nodded. He knew... guys are unreliable. That's why, he never gave his words of love in any form of promise to any girl. Because he was afraid he'd hurt someone. And he never want to hurt anyone.

Brent hugged her tightly as he rocked her, consoling her with his warmth. Comforting her with his embrace. He didn't have to say anything. Because he knew, nothing can mend a broken heart. And sometimes, silence is the fastest way to move time. And time sometimes, can make someone give up the hurt. But it can never, EVER, heal a wound. He knew. And he knew Hanna does too. And crying is the only thing in present that she can do. And he let her do it.

After hours and hours of crying, Hanna fell asleep. Brent moved her and placed her lightly on his bed. He looked at her. His delicate little girl. He leaned in forward and kissed her forehead. Sigh... first love always hurts, don't they?

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Hanna was crying. Brent just held her hand by her side. Looking down at Hanna. They were at a funeral. Hanna's parents' funeral. They died in the car-crash which orphaned her. Now is just her. And Brent. She was alone. And Brent was her closest love. Her only love.

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"Hanna!" Brent whispered. "Stay where you are! Do not come out no matter what!" Brent warned.

Hanna nodded. She was scared. It was written all over her face. Brent ran off leaving Hanna in her hiding place. After what seems like hours, she heard a guy shouted and then she heard a gunshot.

BAMB!

And she knew it. A shiver went down her spine. She trembled in fear where the merciless soldier would find her in her hiding place. She shivered at the thought at what they would do to her. They would probably do what to her what they did to the others.

Capture her. Bring her to the horrible laboratory. Inject her with a kind of virus. Or rape her first, maybe. And she will become like them. Mindless soul. Walking zombies. Feeling-less body moving across the borders and fighting for the merciless Landlord. That greedy Landlord who wants everything to himself. She saw them all. She saw her friends getting killed. She saw her mindless cousins walking like zombies towards the army from the other side of the border. Their heads being shot off and they were still walking. She'd rather die human. She'd rather.

"Hanna..." a breathless whisper startled her.

"Brent?"

"Hanna... you need to run... faster!" Brent said.

"I need to run? What about you? What happened Brent?" Hanna asked, panicking.

"Just go!" Brent's voice sounded painful.

"What's wrong Brent?" Hanna asked worriedly.

Brent grunted as he pressed his bullet wound by his right side.

"You're hurt!" Hanna said, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks.

"Don't worry about me. Run!' Brent said, pushing her. "Quickly!" Brent said impatiently while clutching at his wound.

The sound of the soldiers' feet was getting nearer and nearer. Hanna tried to put Brent's arm on her shoulder but he wouldn't have it. Instead, he kept moving away. In the end, Brent gave in and ran along with her.

They found an old warehouse and hid inside. They settled down in a corner. Their heart pace quickened when they heard the soldiers marched pass. They exhaled in relief when the soldiers' footsteps faded away.

"Brent..." Hanna whispered.

"Hanna... you should have run when I told you to..." Brent said in pain.

"But you were hurt! And I couldn't leave you alone!" Hanna said tearfully.

"Hanna... come here..." Brent said.

Hanna moved towards Brent and Brent embraced her. "Hanna... remember when we were younger? When you were six and I was nine?" Hanna nodded. "We caught a spider and mom freaked out..."

Hanna sniffled a sob. "When you were 15 and I was 18? I was working on my assignment and you came into my room? You cried because your first love broke your heart?" Hanna nodded. "You cried to sleep..."

"Stop Brent... don't..." Hanna knew where this was getting to...

"When you were 17 and I was 20? Mum and dad died in that horrible car-crash?" Brent continued despite Hanna begging him to stop.

"When you were 21 and I was 24. The Landlord defeated The Government and everyone who was captured were Infected with The Virus?" Brent said as he winced, remembering the horrible incident.

"Brent..." Hanna sobbed. Brent was dying. Only people who are dying talk like that.

"Hanna, I won't be here forever and I want to tell you that... I love you... Hanna..." Brent said.

"I love you too, Brent..." Hanna replied.

"Thank you, Hanna. For being my sister. For being my little girl... forever..." Brent said.

Hanna shook her head. No! She cannot lose Brent too! She can't! "Brent! Stop it! You won't die! I won't let you die! We'd get the bullet out and stitch the wound up. We'd go to the hospital!"

"You know the hospitals are corrupted. You know The Soldiers are everywhere. We can't go out of hiding," Brent said. He was giving up. This wasn't the Brent Hanna knew. This wasn't him.

"Hanna... you won't be alone. I may not be here with you, but I'd be in your heart. Forever," Brent said softly.

"I don't want you to be in my heart. I want you to be here with me too!" Hanna said.

"You know that's not possible... Hanna..." Brent said.

"It is possible!!!" Hanna said in exasperation.

Brent NEVER gave up!

"I love you Hanna..." Brent said for the last time and his breath faded away.

"BRENT!!!" Hanna screamed as if that would bring Brent back to Earth.

It never did.

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I'm Leah. I'm 28. And I had a brother whom I love. He is the person I love the most. He is my first love. No one can ever replace him.. He was there when I was happy. When I was sad. When I was lonely. He will always be in my heart. My dear brother, I love you.

WEINI - Starting With 'U' - Chapter 9

EEEEKKK!!!

Who is scratching the table with the pencil again! I turned to find Aaron smiling stupidly and waved at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in annoyance. I really can't understand him.

Scartch, scratch, scratch.

I clenched my fist and jaw. I can't take this anymore!!!!! I banged on my table and stood up, "Will you stop it?" Wrong move. Now I feel everyone staring at me.

Aaron stared back at me with a shocked and innocent look. Why am I so mad at him? I glared at him. He gulped and I rolled my eyes before turning back to my work. People around us started whispering. Gawd!!! Why did I shout at him???

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I can't help it... I'm mad at him. At Aaron... for... I don't know what reasons. Why am I mad at him?? He slept off on me and I slept off on him. We're equal... cool down, Alyse... deep breath...

Focus!!!

"Just... just... stop scratching..." I said through my clenched teeth. Argh!

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During recess, I noticed that Aaron kept adjusting himself uneasily in his seat. I kept glancing at him. His uneasiness made me feel uneasy too. I cleared my throat and said, "You okay?"

He nodded but he didn't look at me.

"You sure?"

He nodded some more. I looked at the Kitkat chocolate in my hands. I looked at Aaron who was still looking really interested in his food. I looked at my chocolate again. Should I offer it to him?

"You want one?" I offered.

He looked up slowly. And his eyes suddenly light up, "Sure!" and he reached out to my 'peace-offering'. I smiled and he smiled at me too. Somehow, I feel something lifted up my shoulders. So why did it bother me so badly in the first place?

"Sorry," we both said at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed. I guess we're back to ourselves. It's nice to be friends again. I guess we have a love-hate relationship. Yeah! Some fights and arguments make a friendship more exciting.

After recess, we were friends again. We never had long fights... one thing is because, we don't know each other long enough to be having The Real Fights yet. But nothing of cat-fights and stuff, I assure you on that one.

Anyway, after school, Aaron walked up to me and asked, "Hey Alyse... umm... it's school holidays next week. You wanna come over to my house to hang out or something?"

"Okay... what day are you free?" I asked back.

"Every day!" he said excitedly.

"Okay! I'd give you some surprise then! Hahahahaha!" I said laughingly.

"Right. My address..." he passed me a note.

"Okay. See ya!" I took the note and shoved it in my pocket.

Aaron grinned and walked towards his chauffeured car. Yeap! We're officially friends now.

I turned around and walked towards home (I walk home sometimes). Two more days to mid-term holidays. I can't wait for the days when I can sleep super late and wake up super late and NOT get detention for it. Loiter around the house like some lost soul. Surf the Internet 24/7. Read novels and cry my eyes out (nah! Just kidding. Romance novels which make you cry? Not my type AT ALL!)

Then a gaggle of girls walked pass me. I overheard their conversation:

Girl 1 : Hey, have you heard?
Girl 2 : What?
Girl 1 : Gabriel broke up with Stephanie!
All the other girls : Really???
Girl 1 : Shhh!!! I know right? And do you know what that means???
All the girls : GABRIEL IS SINGLE!!!
All the girls : Shhhhh!!!

Aaaannd they giggled. Sigh... although usually, what they did would have probably irritate my soul outta my body. An exception for today. Because TODAY, I felt divine and decided to forgive them for their silly giggling. I mean, how much better can the day get? One more missing point? Gabriel just haven't confess his undying love to me. If he did, it will be a PERFECT DAY!

Should I tell Aaron about it? Or Lara? Hmm... I'd tell both of them. Ahhhh! I can't wait to see Stephanie's face tomorrow... mwahahahahahahahaha! Gosh! I sound so sadistic now! Anyway, mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

JOANNA - "It's A Promise..."

"When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut so that I can ask the moon why it only comes out at night." the little girl of six years tells her best friend. She smiles at the moon, "What about you?"

"I want to be the President, and then I'll hire the best chef to cook the best potato salad ever! I'll be treated like a king." the little boy says as he nods and smiles cheekily.

"Presidents don't do that." she replies.

"Then what do they do?" he asks.

"Sign papers." she guesses.

"That's boring." he shrugs and adds, "Then I want to be a billionaire so that I can buy myself a G6 and fly all over the world."

"And we'll fly to the moon together?" she asks softly.

"It's a promise." he grins.

***

"Hey Chad! Leopard prints or stripes?" Amanda asked, she couldn't decide which one was sexier.

"Why does it even matter? It's just an undergarment. No one is going to see anything, whether it's leopard prints or stripes." the blue-eyed mohawk dude or Chad, replied.

"It matters to me, OK? So come on, which one?" she said, impatiently.

Chad made a disgusted look and said, "The leopard print one." I really need to find some guy friends, he thought to himself.

"Nah, I think I'll get the stripes!" she chirped.

Chad rolled his eyes, "And I wonder why she asked me."

"I needed a guy's opinion." she chortled.

"Hmph! Girls." Chad snorted. "So has anyone asked you out for prom yet?"

"A few." Amanda smirked.

"Wow, didn't know you were that attractive." he teased.

"Well apparently, I am." she said, as a matter-of-factly.

"So, who are you going with?" he asked, half hoping that she hasn't chose anyone yet.

"I don't know." she gazed into his blue eyes. "The right one hasn't asked me yet."

"Oh." he answered curtly. Did she meant me?

"What about you?" she asked.

Chad shook his head.

"You're shaking your head because you're not going or you haven't asked anyone yet?"

"I haven't asked anyone yet." he answered shyly.

"You kiddin' me?" she narrowed her eyes, half hoping that he really hasn't ask anyone yet.

"I'm shy, OK?" he admitted.

"Whoa, seriously? You have a mohawk! You're not supposed to be shy!" she exclaimed. "Come one, I'll teach you. Say this after me. 'Will you go to the prom with me?'"

"Will you go to the prom with me?" he repeated.

"Got it?"

"Got it. I'll ask her now."

"Yeah! You do that!" she said.

"Amanda, will you go to the prom with me?" Chad asked, blushing.

"Now that wasn't so hard, eh?" she sneered.

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It's already midnight. But the voices of the two best friends chatting on the balcony echoed in the silence. It was a full moon -- beautiful.

"Look at the moon. It's so beautiful." Amanda said in awe.

"Yeah. But not as beautiful as you." Chad said.

Amanda smiled, "Remember when we were six, I said I wanted to be an astronaut to ask the moon why it only comes out at night? It sounds so silly saying it out right now. But I was so serious then."

"And I wanted to be a billionaire!" he said childishly.

"No, you wanted to be a President first, but then you said it was boring signing papers all day, then you changed your mind and wanted to be a billionaire." she corrected.

"To buy a G6." he continued.

"And we'll fly to the moon together." they said at the same time.

They laughed.

"Hey, I wanna show you something." Chad grabbed her hand.

"Show me what?"

"You'll see. Close your eyes."

He knew it wasn't like the G6 he promised 10 years ago. He knew it was impossible to fly to the moon, but it was still a promise.

"OK, you can open your eyes."

"Oh my gosh! That's a Ducati!" Amanda chirped.

Right before her eyes were the coolest thing she ever seen in her entire life. The Ducati was black, and the light reflected on its shiny surface. The seat was made of leather, it was smooth and glossy. And right on top of the seat were two helmets. Of which, one was particularly smaller and feminine than the other.

"I got it for my birthday. 'twas my dad's." he said. "Look, I know it's not the G6 I promised, but I hope you can ride it with me... to wherever we both want to go." he smiled and handed her the smaller helmet.

"It's a promise." she took the helmet and carefully placed it over her head.

"To the moon!"

THE END. =)

WEINI - An Escapade

She stood up painfully. She was sick, but she went to the table and picked up her mobile phone. She dialled a number which is so familiar - my father's. She started crying, tears streaming down her face. Her pretty cheeks that was once pink but still flawless. She was beautiful when she was younger. I swear she was, I saw the pictures. When her smiles was carefree... When wrinkles of worries, didn't line her features like railway...

"Why are you outside? Where is your conscience???" she half shouted, and half cried down the phone.

"Wha... what?" he said angrily.

"MUM!!!" I said, preventing her from saying anything that might anger him further. I know he was drunk. I could hear the slurr in his voice. And I was scared.

She hung up the phone and broke down. I was angry. I was angry why she did that. Didn't she know how he'd come back with blood-shot eyes and threaten to kill her? Why was she doing that?

I knew something bad was going to happen. I sensed it. I told her to keep quiet when he comes home. She said she's been really patient. She was really patient and she's tired of trying to put up with him. Trying to keep it all together.

He came back. "What did you say just now? What was the last line you said?" he asked in a low hiss. I saw his dangerous eyes. His crouched posture. I knew what was coming. I knew. I closed my eyes. Wishing all of this would just go away. When he suddenly shouted, my eyes sprang open instinctively. It was coming. It was coming.

"I said you have no conscience!" she said. Shut up! Shut up!!! Stop!!!

"What???" he shouted. I said SHUT UP!!!

"What have you ever done for this family?" she said tearfully. No!! No!!!

He grabbed the nearest thing, a bamboo chair and wanted to hit her. I jumped in front of her as she shrunk as small as possible, like a frightened child. I should be the one shrinking. Kill me! Not her! She knew it was coming too. I can see it in her eyes. My sisters were crying. How can you do this to your children??? They are so young and innocent! They don't deserve to see this! Their father! I ushered them into my room and closed them in.

I tried to cool the both of them down. After a long time, I the calmed down. I felt that he was too much! He was blaming everything on my mother. She hyperventilated and I panicked. A father can show his love to his children by loving their mother. No, he didn't know what was his responsiblities as a father other than working and feeding us. His friends were more important.

After they went to sleep. My mom in the room and my dad in the living room, I went back to sleep. I was in and out of sleep. I was afraid that something might happen if I really slept. I strained my ears for something fishy. Just in case one of them decided to do something stupid when everyone was asleep. When no one could stop them. I was afraid.

Morning crept in sorrowfully. In a very melancholic way. Like it's mourning over the post-arguments. The house was quiet. Too quiet... what was wrong? I opened my bedroom door carefully. It squeaked painfully of rust. My dad's gone. Working.

My mum walked over and picked up her phone again. She called again. I tried and stop her...

I tried to talk to her. She told me about how she misses her deceased mother. She talked about how my dad promised her everything every woman want but like everybody else, didn't fulfil any of it. They never went on a honeymoon. But it doesn't matter anymore. She told me how my father's family treated her. Like a slave. Like a nobody. Like... life was something to be played with.

I cried. My grandparents? My uncles? My aunt? Doing that? I wanted them dead. I wanted ALL of them DEAD! I can't believe it. My mum! Crying! They don't deserve their beautiful, perfect life. They DON'T!

I'm afraid. Afraid of what might happen later. Of what might happen when he's home. He said he's calmed down... but he's unpredictable. I don't ever know how he'd react. I wanna hide. Sleep and never wake up. I want an escape. To a peaceful world.

But how? But when?