Keep the Faith

2011-03-23T23:18:00.000-07:00

Didn't blog for a very long time.
And I felt like reading one of my older posts which made me realise blogging's actually important
So I will blog.

Last day of work was last Sunday. I chose to make that my last day of work because then it would be exactly three months since I started.
And I think I changed for the better in those three months.
I love myself more now, the way I am
And I love other people more as well.

Of course the people I don't need to love, I won't.
But still.
Point is, I became more open minded

And my attitude towars Singapore has changed
I don't love it now but, I can live with it.
I've been looking at the dressed up outside.
That's what I've been donig for the past three months, I've been dressing down
And I think things look better and more human when they're dressed down
I've seen the more human part of Singapore, and when something is human, I will love it.

Then I learnt Chinese, and I learnt how to deal with stupid people
I will miss that place.

Shopping non-stop now
But I feel guilty because I'm spending a lot
I didn't get allowance when I was working and I spent all my own money but now I'm getting allowance.
Which means I"m not spending my own money any more.

But I don't know if my guilt is baseless
My mother bought Gucci Guilty the other day and if she bought it it means that she must have money to spare
She asked me if I wanted to allowance increased to $400 a month
But I said no because I was worried but I don't know why I'm worried.

I should have learnt another thing
How not to be so worried.

2010-06-19T06:57:00.000-07:00

Female horror movie villains

They are the products of the male-dominated horror film industry

Most of these female villains are sluts.

Maniacal killers dressed in sexy lingerie because men find that so very appealing

Or if the villain isn't a slut, she's a crazy old lady

It disgusts me

The lack of sex appeal is made up for with the use of fear

That I understand

What I don't understand, is why the crazy old lady never comes up on top

She's always beat down and defeated by a group of men.

Even those slutty, fucking beautiful female villains are always defeated, with the exception of Jennifer from Jennifer's Body

I understand and appreciate sex appeal, but I don't encourage using it to set stereotypes

I know that stereotypes have already been set for female horror movie villains

But these stereotypes must not be supported and encouraged.

2010-06-11T07:21:00.000-07:00

It is time, I tell the world the two things I am most afraid of

The first, I am afraid of ever killing something, or someone.

And the second, I am afraid of being the only one left on Earth.

If you laugh and say I'm a dimwit for these things will never happen then you are sorely mistaken

I was just eating a mango and watching the film Daylight on television

And the way I eat mangoes is, I have a knife on the plate and I cut off pieces of it

I eat the skin as well you see

And I kept wondering how it would feel like to kill someone or something with that knife

Plunge it into living breathing flesh, you are aware of all the details I don't need to state them here

Not flesh of mango, flesh of living thing

It became so bad I turned off the television and brought the plate to my room, away from Nuggets should I suddenly do something very serious

I stabbed the fruit a few times, hoping it would help

Then I cut the rest of the fruit and brought the knife out to be washed and placed with the rest of the silverware

Then I abandoned the mango and cried for a while

After which I lit a candle and came online, needing some human communication in my life.

So you see, my mind is very disturbed

The images of murder and homicide in my mind truly never go away

My fascination with death, I quite like it except for one thing

What I don't like about it, and what I am afraid of, is losing control, and actually making those images come true

In which case, I sometimes have to be by myself

I be by myself so I won't cause any harm to myself with my thoughts about hurting others

The second thing is just something I've come to fear

Normally when someone has experienced something far too much, he or she becomes used to it

But I have felt lonely so much, that I fear loneliness

This is something I find very hard to understand and I don't blame you if you cannot understand it as well

My intelligence makes me feel very stupid sometimes.

I fear those two things very much.

But if you do care about me I urge you not to worry

I've grown up with those fears and I have them packed away in a little box that I've placed under my bed

They are my little boogeymen that never come out and leave me alone most of the time.

If they do come out, I will graciously put myself in an institution, and swallow the key.

2010-05-27T10:34:00.000-07:00

Currently in question is this little boy.

I say Little Boy because that is what he is
Greyson Chance is 12 years old and that means that he is still a child
Young, and highly impressionable
Ellen has made plenty of decisions in her life, both wise and unwise ones
Giving little Greyson a record deal is, I'm sorry, one of her unwise decisions

I have nothing against children getting the recognition they deserve for being extremely talented
But, a record deal? An actual job in the music industry?
Greyson Chance might want it but that does not mean that he is ready for a record deal.
I edit myself, he is talented enough but he is certainly not ready in his mindset.

In fact, him being talented is the reason why I think giving him a record deal now is unwise
I would hate to see such passion and drive being wasted when he gets influenced by the music industry which has proven itself to be more evil than I am.
If this Greyson wants a career in music that much, he can certainly wait a while longer for one.

2010-05-01T00:22:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to keep something like from the place where i have published all or most of my thoughts and emotions for the past two years
I met the band I have loved since the moment I laid eyes on them
Yet I met Tokio Hotel

It wasn't even official, they were making an appearance at the Audi Fashion opening show
I only knew they had come to singapore on Sunday night
On tuesday I was in a complete state of panic because everyone on twitter were going on about how they were performing at ngee an city
And I was considering going there at 8 pm on a school night

But I didn't.
I waited till the next day, after school.
And Jie'r dearest accompanied me which was very nice of her even though she had to leave before they actually arrived.
But when they did arrive, it was so fast
I only remember Bill giving me his autograph and Gustav walking, I never got to see the front of Tom or even glance at Georg before they were led away into the tent

I met this extremely nice girl Elicia and spent the time there with her and her mother
We went to that huge screen with all the Tokio Hotel fans but there wasn't anything much
So we just walked around, waited, spoke to a male model.
The models were highly good looking and I saw Lily Cole.
She's beautiful.

We took pictures with Dean and Dan from Dsquared2
They were the fashion designers who were showcasing
Well I was taking a picture with Dean or Dan but then the other twin also decide to join.
That was very nice of him to.
But anyway, the management of the Audi Fashion Festival were kind enough to let the tokio hotel fans into the tent to watch them perform.

We watched them perform the acoustic versions of Automatic and Phantomrider
Bill waved to me, I swear he did.
His voice was beautiful and the guitar was amazing and, it was just the perfect performance
I've seen to many performance videos of them but none of them prepared me for watching them live
I just, cannot forget it.

Elicia and me were smart
We rushed out and went to the back door of the tent while the rest of the Tokio HOtel fans waited at the front
Thank god we didn't go with them, or we would have never, I shudder to think about it.
We did meet some intensely bitchy ah lians but who cares, i got back at them and i'll tell you how.

Tokio Hotel came out of the back door accompanied by security
And I was like "BillBillBill!!!" in my high voice, like Afiqah told me I should and he looked at me, smiled, and walked to me first
He walked up to me, first
The man i've been watching on videos and television for so long didn't walk up to the ah lians first, he walked up to me first

I still remember him walking up to me and those few seconds made my day
Well, then he tried signing but he didn't click my pen, and I tried to help him click it, thus touching his hand, but he clicked it and signed another autograph for me
His skin is baby soft, really, and he is tall, and Tom has very long eyelashes
I have to say though, I don't like extremely straight hair, but I like Georg's
And Gustav, I love, and want, his glasses.

I got all four of their autographs, which was amazing
It was such a blur and I only remember the basics but I can still feel everything
I just don't know how to describe it, It was one of the best days ever
I didn't cry, I teared a little but I didn't cry
I feel as if something has been put into place, but I am suffering from Tokio Hotel withdrawal symptoms.
Well, when they come back, I'll be there.

2010-04-12T05:54:00.001-07:00

The world is an incredibly, screwed place isn't it.
Probably more screwed than nuts and bolts on a coffin
But that is far from my point.
Even the most insensitive person is afraid of horror films
I will admit, so am I.

But I am more afraid of propaganda
Think of how disgusting it is
To have to watch nothing but civilians willingly giving up their individual identities at the request of a group of people who have committed many atrocities, that those same civilians choose to turn a blind eye to.
Would you praise and lay your life in front of someone on a silver platter if that people was taking lives all over the place?

I am not being an annoying orange and shining the limelight on a group of people guilty of this.
Cough, Nazis, cough, gag
Well, they weren't the only ones.
However, and I have no clue how I was able to immediately judge that film as propaganda
I do not think I am above that
That was but one film in a sea of thousands

But, if the Singaporean government even so much as dares to put out an episode of any one of their horrible horrible dramas that contains even the slightest bit of propaganda.
I will be very very disgusted, and I will immediately go out of this country by foot if I have to.

2010-03-26T21:20:00.000-07:00

I take the train every day ever since my mother decided to part with our beloved car

The one with the spiderweb sticker on the side

She thought a car was too much trouble so she sold it, and I didn't even get to keep the spiderweb sticker

So I'm taking the train every day, almost

I guess I found out the only thing I'm afraid of getting run over by the train.

And I'm so afraid of it that it's becoming an obsession.

I want to know what happens if I were to fall onto the tracks right when the train is five feet away from me, and I couldn't get away fast enough.

There are plenty of things that could happen to me.

1. I could stand up and run like the wind to the other end until the train stops, and then get off. This is very unlikely because trains are fast, unlike me, and I won't be able to avoid it.

2. I could do what would be wise, which would be to scurry under the platform, where they is a small space you could escape and just get my ears blown off by the defeaning noise instead.

3. If i'm right in the middle and I have no time to get up, I could watch as the train comes closer, then slices me not very neatly in half as it slides forward on the metal thing in the middle that I will be lying down on, having fallen down.

4. If I'm on either sides of the track, on the rocks parts, I'd probably have the worst. I first be crushed, and almost dead. Then my bloody-half corpse would be dragged until the train stops. If someone realizes, the train might never move and I'd just die there. Or, if no one realizes and I haven't died, the train will start up agin and I'd be dragged until enough bits of me get torn off, and then I die.

5. If my day is really, extremely unlucky, I might die before even getting to the platform. Escalators are deathly things and if the step I'm standing on gives way and falls inward, I'd be plunged into a rotating mess of gears and it might just feel like I've been put in a blender. Cream of Nishan doesn't sound too appetizing, but the people that were lucky enough to be standing in front and behind on the escalator me would get a taste.

I did give this plenty of thought, more than I should have

Still, I will take the trains to school and if I do die, touch wood, then, well unlucky for me I suppose

Maybe I'll throw a camera onto the tracks in front of a train and see what happens

If I do, I'll tell you.

If I really do get run over a train and I die, I'll still come back and tell you in my deformed, crushed, mutated form.

2010-03-10T03:07:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted since the 15th of February
I have done many things since the 15th of February.

I have, worked on my depression
Which has subsided slightly because I have escaped from Van Helsing
With not a stake wound in and out of sight.
I met plenty of new friends
And we've been haunting hallways at night rattling chains

I wrote a few new plays
Destroyed some.
I did a show with Buds, I did not forget
The show kept me very, very busy with rehearsals and all
And the rehearsals were not exactly easy as hell.
It ended late at night most of the time

Another thing that ended late at night was the I am Gifted programme
I cried so many times, I lost count
But it was inspiring shit.
I told mother I loved her in front of about two hundred people.
I'm not so terrible.

I really am not evil, I just kill people.
Especially since now apparently everyone loves Tokio Hotel
Bloody hell, i've been with them way before they were famous in the US
I know more about them than you will ever, end of novel.

2010-02-15T23:08:00.000-08:00

I woke up and saw sunlight streaming in through open windows.

Then I got out of bed and closed the curtains because I didn't like it

That was my earliest childhood memory.

2010-01-22T09:01:00.001-08:00

Just updated The Story of Marilyn Sparrow
Now it's only three scenes long.

Scene 1

The scene opens showing a bedroom. A girl, Marilyn Sparrow, dressed in black pajamas is sitting at her table, writing in a black book. It's her diary. She does not have crazy "Goth" makeup or hair, but it's apparent she's dark and gloomy, There is a simple bed, drawer, dresser, and a small window at the side but the walls stand out the most because they are covered with posters of many bands. Three posters stand out the most and are at the forefront. They are of Marilyn Manson. Her voice plays overhead as she writes.

Marilyn: Dear Diary. School was good as always, sometimes I wonder how someone like me can have that many friends but I do. But it could've been better. The teacher asked us what music we liked and I said "Marilyn Manson". Then my classmates started making fun of him and called him weird and all for a good five minutes. I know they don't mean it because they're my friends but I was hurt. I waited until class was over and then I ran to the bathroom and cried.

Marilyn stops writing and looks at the poster on the wall. She closes the book and walks to her bed. The lights dim as she lies down on her bed, facing the audience. Suddenly a spotlight shines on her and a deep storyteller's voice speaks overhead.

Storyteller: Marilyn Sparrow was a girl. She liked dark things. Dark clothes, and dark books, and dark shoes and dark animals, but the thing she liked that was the darkest of all, was Marilyn Manson.

Marilyn sits upright on the bed, shocked and confused at hearing the storyteller's voice. She turns around, looking for the source of the voice. The storyteller continues.

Storyteller: When her best friend Nicole was murdered, she listened to Marilyn Manson every day. His music took away her pain. She had her friends, and her family, but it was Marilyn Manson she looked up to the most. She only wished that Marilyn Manson knew.

Marilyn's shoulders slump at the sound of her best friend and she lied back down on the bed, turning the other way to sleep. The storyteller's voice fades and the lights black out completely. A ten second pause and they come back on again. The sounds of birds whistling can be heard. Marilyn wakes up, annoyed. She storms to the window and shuts the blinds on her window quickly. The sound of birds stop and the lights dim a little when she shuts the blinds. Her mother, Mrs. Sparrow comes in with her breakfast and the newspaper. She turns and sees Marilyn Manson's poster on the wall.

Mrs. Sparrow: He's a freak of nature, Marilyn.

Marilyn: So am I, and you remind me of that every morning.

Mrs. Sparrow shakes her head.

Mrs. Sparrow: Take those down before the exorcist comes tomorrow. I think we have ghosts in the kitchen.

Mrs. Sparrow shakes her head and walks out, leaving Marilyn in the room. Marilyn takes a bite of her toast. The storyteller's voice plays overhead again. She stops halfway through biting her toast and rolls her eyes when she hears the voice, unfolding her newspaper.

Storyteller: Marilyn's mother did not like Marilyn Manson. Marilyn unfolded her newspaper and read the news like she did every Saturday morning. What's this? Marilyn Manson is on the front page?

Marilyn scans the front page in shock, she throws it down on the floor and slides off her chair, on the floor beside it. The glass of milk she has for her breakfast spills on top of her head and she's crying really badly.

Storyteller: The headline was "Shock Rocker Kills Ex-wife's Boyfriend". Marilyn Manson has finally done the unthinkable, he's killed someone. Marilyn won't have it. Someone had killed her best friend and she knows how Dita must feel. How could Marilyn Manson do that?

Marilyn throws her glass at the side of her room and yells at the voice.

Marilyn: SHUT UP!

Marilyn stands up and rushes to the Marilyn Manson posters on the wall. She tears them off and throws them on the floor, falling beside them and ripping them up into pieces. She grabs all her Marilyn Manson CDs as well and breaks them, throwing the cases everywhere. She sits among the mess, crying. Mrs. Sparrow comes back in talking as she opens the door.

Mrs. Sparrow: What was all the noise, Marilyn?

Mrs. Sparrow stops short and looks at Marilyn, exclaiming.

Mrs. Sparrow: Marilyn, you didn't have to do that. If you didn't want to take them down you could have just told me.

Mrs. Sparrow crouches beside Marilyn and picks up the pieces. Marilyn continues crying and helps her. They both leave the stage through the door carrying the remains of Marilyn's Marilyn Manson collection. Marilyn comes back in a different pair of black pajamas, clean. She lies down on the . The storyteller's voice comes back on but Marilyn ignores him.

Storyteller: Marilyn would never listen to The Golden Age of Grotesque again. She wasn't a Disposable Teen anymore, or one of The Beautiful People, or a member of the The Nobodies. She didn't want to be in the mOBSCENE, or buy another pair of Heart-Shaped Glasses. Never will she have anymore Sweet Dreams because she thought, "Rock is Dead". Or at least, Marilyn Manson was to her.

The lights black out and turn back on. Marilyn is sleeping. Sylvia comes in is wearing different clothes. She walks towards Marilyn and shakes her gently.

Sylvia: Time to wake up. You have school today.

Marilyn gets up and rubs her eyes. She nods and picks up her towel, going out of her room. Sylvia goes out behind her. Marilyn comes back after a while, wearing her school uniform and picks up her backpack, leaving again. The lights dim and the scene ends.

Scene 2

The scene opens, its the family dining room. Marilyn Sparrow's mother and father are sitting facing one another with their sides facing the audience, and are talking seriously. While they are doing that Mrs. Sparrow is cutting roses for a vase on the dining table, and Mr. Axel is drinking coffee and reading the paper. The continue with what they do and don't realize anything as the storyteller's voice comes on as only Marilyn can hear the voice.

Storyteller: Marilyn's parents hated Marilyn Manson, and thought he was a disgrace to music, not that they even knew much about music. Marilyn's father listened to old records and Marilyn's mother couldn't care less about sounds.

The storyteller's voice stops and Marilyn's parents start talking to each other.

Mrs. Sparrow: She took everything down, the posters, and we threw away all the CDs.

Mr. Sparrow: All the CDs?

Mrs. Sparrow: Every single one of them, and I think it was about time she did. No daughter of mine will be listening to someone as vile as, Marilyn Manson.

Both of them shrug at Marilyn Manson's name.

Mr. Sparrow: I can't believe he actually killed somebody.

Mrs. Sparrow: His Ex-wife's boyfriend he killed, did he? Dita Von Teese was her name wasn't it?

Mr. Sparrow: Black hair, amazing figure. What's a beauty like her doing with a train wreck like him.

Mrs. Sparrow speaks seductively.

Mrs. Sparrow: The same thing I'm doing with you.

They both laugh and Marilyn walks in. Mrs. and Mr. Sparrow's expressions turn solemn and understanding as soon as they see her. They speak to her comfortingly, but their words all sound so fake.

Mrs. Sparrow: Marilyn, honey, we want you to know, we understand what you are going through, and we used to support Marilyn Manson whole heatedly.

Mr. Sparrow: But now we're glad you decided to turn your back on him.

Marilyn: I haven't turned my back on him.

Mrs. Sparrow is shocked.

Mrs. Sparrow: You haven't? Why not?

Marilyn: Because he never ever turned his back on us. I'm going to school now, bye.

Marilyn leaves, hitching her bag higher on her shoulder. Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow stare at her, and then look back at each other, looking angry and upset. The scene darkens and ends. The lights brighten again and it's a classroom. Students are gathered, talking and laughing. Marilyn walks in and puts her bag on a table, sitting down. One of the students, Sally, walks to her and starts talking loudly and obnoxiously.

Sally: Did you hear the news about Marilyn Manson? I told you he's a weirdo.

The rest of the students start laughing. Marilyn smiles awkwardly and sits down to start reading a book, trying to block them out. Sally returns to the rest and they start talking about Marilyn Manson.

Gabby: It's just the way he is. I was wondering when he would kill somebody. It's about time.

Alexandra: He's a poor thing though. Sick, twisted.

Victoria: You bet.

Sally: I wonder what he did with the body, I bet he ate it.

The students laugh.

Beatrice: Maybe he fucked it.

Sally: Maybe he fucked it and then he ate it! Or ate it while fucking it. He's disgusting.

Alexandra: He's going to jail though.

Sally: I hope he gets the death penalty. I'd like to see a video of him in the electric chair.

Sally starts making spastic jerking movements. The students start laughing. Marilyn slams her book down on the table, hard, to stop them from laughing. They just look at her. The teacher, Mrs. Way comes in at right at that moment and the students quickly get back to their place. She puts her books down on the table and turns to the students, her hands on her hips. The class is always monotonous but loud and vocal during her lessons and they treat her like a lost old lady.

Mrs. Way: Alright class, what were we supposed to do today?

Sally: We were supposed to skip lesson and have free time.

Mrs. Way scowls at Sally.

Victoria: Shut up Sally. We were going to speak on a topic you chose for us.

Mrs. Way: Oh yes, yes I remember. I did choose a topic. Turns around to the chalkboard and writes on it quickly, underlining whatever she has written with one line. Does the influence of the media have a detrimental effect on the minds of children and teenagers. What do you all think?

All the students nod their heads. Marilyn doesn't do anything and stays still.

Mrs. Way: What do you think, Marilyn.

Marilyn: I think, the media does not have a detrimental effect on anyone.

Mrs. Way: Really? Why?

Marilyn: Because the media just shows itself. We're the ones who decide how it's going to affect it.

Sally: She only says that because she listens to Marilyn Manson, and he just killed someone. Puts emphasis on the words "Marilyn Manson"

Marilyn: Loses her temper and Growls at Sally Shut up.

Sally: Well it's true-

Marilyn: Yelling I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Mrs. Way: Marilyn, watch your tongue.

Marilyn: I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT YOU STUPID OLD LADY.

Sally: You're gay, and Marilyn Manson's disgusting. I don't see why you should get mad over this.

The students start laughing. Marilyn gets up, very angry . She picks up a sharp pencil and storms to Sally, stabbing her in the chest. The rest of the students scream and run away from the both of them. Marilyn stabs Sally hard and as many times as she can and blood is spurting out everywhere. Marilyn screams at her in between stabs. Mrs. Way goes to a corner of the classroom and cowers for a while before rushing out the door.

Marilyn: DID HE? DID HE? HE'S NOT DISGUSTING, YOU ARE.

The principal rushes in and grabs a struggling Marilyn, pulling her away from Sally's dead body. Two more teachers rush towards her and take the pencil out of her hand. The school nurse comes as well and she stabs a syringe into Marilyn, who faints on the floor soon after. The students, principal, nurse and teachers all stare down at her. The lights dim and the scene ends.

Scene 3

The scene opens. It's a jail cell. The whole cell is grey and there's a white bed in the corner. Marilyn is sitting down on it wearing prison clothes. There's a sound of doors banging shut and she jerks, frightened. The storyteller's voice come on. Marilyn ignores him again.

Storyteller: They put Marilyn in jail for killing the girl named Sally, and she's been sentenced to die by hanging exactly one year from now. Marilyn Manson got the death penalty for killing Dita Von Teese's boyfriend. Marilyn Manson's going to be hung in the prison today, at the guillotine. Marilyn Sparrow's going to die in the same guillotine next year.

A bell chimes overhead. Marilyn goes stiff, staring at the floor in shock. Tears stream own her face as she realizes what has just happened, and she buries her face in her hands, crying.

Storyteller: There's the bell. Someone rings it every time someone gets hung at the guillotine. Marilyn knows who has gotten the death penalty today. But don't we all know who?

There's a bang of a door opening and a Prison Warden comes in carrying a tray of food. He speaks harshly to her and like he is disgusted at her.

Prison Warden: Your dinner.

The Prison Warden throws the tray in front of her and turns around to leave. Marilyn stops him. She speaks through her hands and the sound is muffled, as her face is still buried in her palms.

Marilyn: Can I have a pencil?

The Prison Warden turns back and yells. Marilyn looks up at him, her face tear-stained.

Prison Warden: To what, stab me? Stop making stupid requests and eat your food.

The Prison Warden leaves the room. The bang of the door shutting makes Marilyn jerk again and she looks down at the tray of food in front of her. She picks up the butter knife and uses it to slit her arm. She stands up and pushes the bed away from the wall, sitting down cross-legged in front of the wall behind it. She starts writing on the wall with her blood using her finger. The lights flicker on and off as days and nights pass.

Storyteller: Marilyn wrote a word a day for a year until it became a song for Marilyn Manson. It was the only thing she did for him, her idol. But it was sad, the day after the day she finished it, they brought her to the guillotine. The same guillotine Marilyn Manson died in.

The lights fade out slowly, and the clinking of chains can be heard in the darkness. The lights come back on after a while and it is a slightly different dark grey room. There is no furniture except for a guillotine, and only one window with a little bit of light coming in. Marilyn is standing in front of the guillotine. A priest is there as well, along with a few Prison Wardens including the one who had yelled at her, and they are preparing the black sack to cover her face. Marilyn starts singing.

Marilyn: "Will you come back?
Because without you, my world's not black."

Marilyn keeps singing the same lines over and over again. A white figure walks up in front of her. It's Marilyn Manson's ghost. He sings another verse over and over again in symphony with her, in his usual low voice.

Marilyn Manson: "This is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again.

This is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again."

Both Marilyn Manson's low voice and Marilyn Sparrow's high voice joins to become one piece of music. They continue singing, even when the Prison Warden puts a black sack over Marilyn Sparrow's head. Marilyn Manson stops singing. He picks her hand up and says one final verse to her.

Marilyn Manson: I know it's the last day on earth.

Marilyn Manson puts her hand down gently, turns around, and walks off the stage. The priest says saying a prayer and the Prison Warden pulls the lever. Marilyn falls through the trapdoor. Her singing stops. She struggles, and then goes still, dead. The priest bows his head. The storyteller's voice comes on again.

Storyteller: And that's the story of Marilyn Sparrow, who's last wish, to see her idol Marilyn Manson, came true right before she die. The end.

2010-01-08T23:23:00.001-08:00

The full fanfiction is on Fanfiction.net

It's Tokio Hotel, Bill+A fanboy

Bill, I keep making you get hurt
But I hope you don't mind

Because if you ever get hurt in real life, I would cry for days.

Meet Me Backstage
Chapter 10

"You saw him making out with another girl, then you left the club, and you two haven't talked since?" Katy asked. Gabe shook his head slowly, pushing the bits of pasta around on his plate. Katy took a bite of her food and continued.

"And you're not answering my calls," she said. It was true. She'd been calling him almost every hour the past few days, worried sick about him, but he never answered. It was only after she'd gone to his house to speak with him that he'd agreed to come to dinner with her.

"I lost my cell phone," Gabe replied hoarsely. Katy frowned for a while, but relaxed her expression, understanding. Gabe turned to look at the diner's door, half expecting Bill to walk through it. He turned back, moving his attention back to his food, which he barely felt like eating. Katy stared at him for a while.

"You should call him."

"I won't go after someone who doesn't want me."

"How do you know that?"

"Know what?" he asked sharply. Katy picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth with it, taking her time to answer.

"How do you know that he doesn't want you?" she asked again.

"I know he doesn't. Let's just leave it at that, okay?" he said, a little too loudly. Katy looked hurt and it made him feel guilty.

"I'm sorry, it's just, this whole thing. It's fucked up." Katy sighed.

"I just think you're doing something you'll regret by just letting go of Bill like this," she told him. Gabe understood what she was saying. Katy was almost always right but this time, he had to go with what he felt like doing, and it didn't have to be right. He glanced at himself in the mirror opposite their table, behind Katy, trying to see himself in a new light. He wasn't that bad looking, he guessed. His brown hair was too long to be called short, although it barely reached the bottom of his shirt collar. It was mostly messy and in desperate need of a cut, but he had better things to do than sit in a hairdresser's salon being at the mercy of a random woman with scissors. His skin was alright, and his features were in proportion. He was in good shape. He really wasn't that bad looking, he thought.

Katy found him staring at something behind her and she turned to see what he was looking at, glancing at the mirror. She turned back, a confused expression, which morphed back into understanding.

"You need to do something about your inferiority complex, you know that?"

"I'm working on it," he said, giving her a slight smile, which she returned. He turned back to his food, feeling his appetite slowly returning. He barely ate the last five days, only having the food his mother brought into the room for him. It was only after she had threatened to call a psychiatrist did he get up to take a bath and change his clothes. But he spent every other hour in tears. They ate in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the TV behind them.

"Right now, words from a girl who says she had spent the night with, the Tokio Hotel lead singer Bill Kaulitz himself, Kim." Gabe looked up and turned towards the TV. Two women were talking to each other, a familiar looking brown-haired girl, and another, he assumed was the reporter. He put down his fork and gripped the table tightly, angry when he remembered who the girl was. He'd only seen the back of her the other day but he was unmistakable.

"That's her," he said. Katy looked at him and put her hand over his, trying to make him feel better.

"I want to ask a question that, I think many of fans out there want to know. How is Bill in the bedroom?" the reporter asked. Kim laughed, a sickening sound that made Gabe's bones turn icy, and replied.

"He's pretty bad actually. I did most of the work."

"From his looks, we were thinking the exact opposite."

"Well, I guess looks are deceiving," she said, giving that same bloody laugh. Gabe felt the sudden urge to walk to right where she was at that moment and punch her on the face. He gripped the side of the table tighter, and Katy patted his hand slowly.

"Relax, Gabe." Gabe didn't answer her, concentrating on the television.

"Any other things about Bill you can tell us?"

"He's very romantic."

"Really? In what way?"

"He couldn't stop whispering into my ear all through the night, telling me, all sorts of things."

"Like what?"

"The regular stuff, "I love you." and, "You're so beautiful." Some of it were cheesy but the rest, well, he's good with words." Gabe couldn't stand watching it anymore. He stood up from his chair and picked up his backpack, trying not to break down again. Katy took her hand back and watched him as he left the diner quickly without saying another word. She stared down at her food, not feeling the need to eat anymore and requested for the bill. The waiter went to get it and she leant back on the chair, closing her eyes because she was so tired.

Katy opened them as the waiter put the bill on her table and she dug into her wallet to pay for the food. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye and looked up. A black Cadillac she'd definitely seen before was pulling into a parking lot. She watched as Bill Kaulitz got out from the driver's seat, alone this time. He locked his car by pressing a button on the keys he was holding and looked up. He set eyes on Katy while she was still watching him and walked towards the diner with his hands in his pockets.

Bill opened the door and stepped in, approaching her. His usual confident swagger was gone and he looked pretty messed up. Katy saw him coming towards her and picked her bag up, making to get out of her seat. He stopped her.

"No, please, stay."

"What do you want?" she snapped at him.

"Please. I've been coming here every night looking for some sign of you, or Gabe. I need to talk to him." He said Gabe's name with a soft sigh.

"You said enough by making out with that whore at the fan party, and then fucking her afterwards," she said. He looked at her, wondering how Gabe could have already known.

"Oh yeah, Gabe saw you two getting it on at the fan party, and do you know how hurt he was by that? As for the sex, your chick just blabbed about it to the whole world on Entertainment Tonight. Is this what you do to the people who love you?" Katy stuffed a fifty dollar bill into the velvet book that held the bill and pushed past him, going out of the diner. Bill watched her leave, and sank down onto a chair. Gabe knowing about it and being upset was worse than Gabe not knowing about it at all. The waiter tapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"Sir, do you want anything?"

Bill shook his head, standing up and leaving. He went into his car and got into the drivers seat, breaking down once he had closed the door. He regretted being so stupid, and selfish. He started the car, barely knowing where he was going or which way he was heading. The tears in his eyes made it hard to see, and the roads were slippery. He only spotted a deer when it was too late, and lost control of his car as he swerved to avoid it. The steering wheel was no longer under his control, and he could only watch as his Cadillac crashed headfirst into a tree. The force of it made his body jerk forward, and he was thrust forward into the windshield. A sharp pain in his head and stomach were the last things he remembered.

2010-01-03T00:51:00.000-08:00

Trying to terrorize people with the concept of Hell in order to to get them to believe in god or jesus,
And then telling them that if they do believe, they can have the nonexistent bliss that is heaven.
I don't buy it.

It is like me coming up to you and saying I have tons of money for you,
But the only way for you to get it, is to believe in my imaginary friend.
However, if you don't believe in my imaginary friend, I will kill you personally in the worst way possible.
It's almost exactly the same thing,
It's just that the legal term for what I'm doing is extortion.

2009-12-30T05:01:00.000-08:00

You're Impossibly Fast, and Strong.
Frank finds out Gerard's a vampire
Twilight/MCR Crossover. Oneshot.

Something was wrong. Ever since Gerard had gone on that walk alone by himself, he'd changed, and it wasn't funny. He always wore makeup, but now he never went without it. He had started wearing dark red lipstick, and painted his face so white he was glowing. He usually stayed out of the sun but now he never came out in it, ever. Not to mention the huge amounts of golden colored contact lenses he kept blowing his money off on Ebay. Frank was worried.

What had happened yesterday had only increased the doubts and theories that he'd been formulating all week. Frank had been in the parking lot. It was the night before the Taste of Chaos tour kick-off and most of the tour buses were starting to pull in late. He'd been checking his bag when one of the buses had spun out of control, coming towards him with fierce speed. He heard the screeching and turned around, only to find that the bus was about 10 feet away from him. He was too shocked to move, until a hand pushed him out of the way.

Frank had looked up and had seen Gerard, staring back down at him, one hand on the car in front of him and another pushing the bus away, a huge dent where it touched the bus. Gerard took his hand away from the bus. He looked shocked at what he's just done, and had run away from Frank without saying anything. Gerard was now sitting on the couch in their tour bus reading Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Frank walked towards him cautiously.

"Gerard, I've had thoughts." He heard Frank's voice and put the book down, sitting up slowly and looking straight at Frank. Gerard's golden colored eyes burned a hole though him.

"You've got to give me some answers," Frank said.

"I'd rather hear your theories." Even Gerard's voice had changed. Before it had a little squeak to it, now it was low and deep. Frank deliberated.

"I have considered radioactive spiders, and kryptonite." Gerard laughed, shrugging.

"It's all superhero stuff right?" he looked at Frank sharply, continuing, "What if I'm not the hero? What if I'm, the bad guy?" Frank didn't believe him. Gerard was crazy sometimes, it was true, but he was one of the nicest people he had ever met. Frank reached a hand forward and touched his face, it felt like he'd just taken a shower in freezing water. He added everything up, the makeup, the contacts, the whole new demeanor.

"You're impossibly fast, and strong. Your skin is pale white and ice cold. You don't go out into the sunlight," Frank muttered. Gerard moved closer to him, whispering slowly, his voice as deep as it would go.

"Say it, out loud." Frank hesitated.

"Say it," Gerard urged him.

"Vampire." Gerard moved away, still keeping his eyes on Frank.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes," Frank said, before running out of the tour bus, screaming. He went to go hide behind a confused Bob. Gerard shrugged and lay back down on the couch, opening his book up again.

2009-12-25T04:57:00.001-08:00

Was continuing this on fanfiction.net actually.

Yes, Jacob and Leah are together

Going Somewhere

Chapter 20

Seth Clearwater/Jasper Hale

Seth trudged home after his second run of the perimeter. He was tired, exhausted, but his spirits picked up when he saw a pile of presents on the table.

"All for you," his mother said, putting his dinner down in front of him. Chief Swan was there as well.

"Happy Birthday, Seth," he said, taking another sip of his tea and thanking Mrs. Clearwater as she put his dinner on the table as well. She sat down with her own. Seth ignored his food, ripping open the first one from Leah and Jacob. It had "Happy Birthday Kid" scrawled on the front. Most of the presents had the same things, shoes, clothes, books, socks from his grandaunt. He shifted through the torn wrapping paper and boxes to find the one Jasper had given him.

"Jasper dropped that off himself just now," she said, pointing at it with her fork. Seth took it out of the shiny silver paper it was wrapped in. Charlie Swan picked up the label that had come off with the wrapping and took the card out of the envelope.

"Let him read it himself, Charlie," Mrs. Clearwater said, stopping him from opening the card. Charlie grinned and gave it to Seth.

"Seth, I hope you consider yourself as part of our family now. Always yours, Jasper," it said in Jasper's beautiful cursive. Seth set it aside and opened the box. Inside was a bracelet, wrapped in soft paper. The Cullen crest, for Seth. He ran his thumb over it, the three shamrocks, a lion, and a hand above the lion.

"Seth, it's beautiful," Mrs. Clearwater said, peering over to look at it. Leah and Jacob burst in through the door, laughing. Charlie turned to both at them.

"I'm going to have to detain you two for excessive noise." They kept quiet at once.

"What's that you've got there, Seth?" Leah asked.

"Jasper gave me the Cullen crest," he said, making to take it out of the box.

"No! Don't take it out just yet. Go up to him, ask him to put it on you for you," she said.

"Can I go to the Cullen's, mom?"

"If you finish your dinner first." Seth was done with his food in five minutes, he raced to the Cullen house. Jasper was outside, standing at the cliff and staring at the sea. He must have known he was going to come. Jasper heard footsteps behind him and turned around, smiling, his hands clasped together in front of him. Seth walked up and hugged him without saying a word, the box in his pocket.

"Happy birthday," Jasper whispered into his hair. He pulled back, noticing Seth didn't have the crest on.

"Didn't you like it?" he asked. Seth reached into his pocket.

"Well, I want you to put it on for me," he said. Jasper smiled, taking the box from his hand and lifting the bracelet out of it. He gave the empty box back to Seth and took his right hand up, fastening the bracelet around his wrist. Seth stared at it, watching the charms dangle. The crest in the middle shimmered in the moonlight.

"I love you, Seth." Jasper said, putting his arms around Seth's waist and kissing him. Seth let his hands snake up Jasper's back and into his hair, pulling him closer.

"In case you didn't know, I love you as well," Seth said in between kisses. Jasper grinned.

"I think I knew that perfectly." It took a while for Seth to remember that he was tired after having to run the entire length of La Push, twice. Jasper seemed to have read his thoughts, as he took Seth's hand and led him back home. They walked in through the front door. Chief Swan and Mrs. Clearwater were still talking in the kitchen. They looked at Seth and Jasper and smiled at the both of them.

"Had your dinner yet, Jasper?" he asked. Charlie Swan had no idea what Jasper or the rest of the Cullens were, but Mrs. Clearwater knew perfectly that they were vampires.

"Of course he has, Charlie. But if you want anything Jasper, just ask," she said, winking at the both for them. Jasper grinned and followed Seth up to his room. Seth walked in and collapsed on his mattress without turning on the lights. Jasper didn't mind, they both had excellent eyesight anyway. He climbed into the bed beside Seth and lay down beside him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Sleepy much?" he asked, resting his head on Seth's, who didn't answer, already fast asleep. He always smelled of wood. A strange mixture of the trees in the forest and the ocean. Jasper kissed his cheek and looked around the room. As much as he hated playing cleaning lady, he had to admit, it was a mess.

There were books, and clothes on the floor, and even the carpet was out of place. He sighed and got off Seth, barely moving the blanket or bed, and set to work. As he was putting the books back in the shelf a leather bound album caught his eye. He made sure Seth was asleep before taking it out and opening it. It was a scrapbook. A letter was stapled on the first page.

"Seth, this is Alice again. Although as always, you already know. Listen, I might not be able to write to you any more since the finals are coming, my mom's been keeping watch on me like a hawk. I promise, once the exams are over, i'll write you a letter so long, it'll take you days to read it. Love, Alice."

Jasper frowned. Seth had never said anything about anyone named Alice. He turned a page, there was a photo of a boy, a younger Seth, and a short, raven-haired girl beside him. She was pale, and breathtakingly beautiful. She was so familiar to Jasper but he couldn't put a finger on it. He heard Seth stirring behind him and put the book back.

"Jasper?"

"I'm here, Seth." Seth opened his eyes, blinking to get used to the dark. Jasper leaned over him, with his palms pressing down on the bed on either side of Seth. He brushed away a bit of hair off Seth's face.

"Seth, who's Alice?"

2009-12-20T07:53:00.000-08:00

My dedication to the greatest shock rocker alive or dead

And my idol, Marilyn Manson.

Scene 1

Storyteller: Marilyn Sparrow was a girl. She liked dark things. Dark clothes, and dark books, and dark shoes and dark animals, but the thing she liked that was the darkest of all, was Marilyn Manson.

Marilyn sits upright on the bed, shocked and confused. She turns around, looking for the source of the voice. The storyteller continues.

Storyteller: When he best friend Nicole was murdered, she listened to Marilyn Manson every day and made the pain lesser. She had her friends, and her family, but it was Marilyn Manson she looked up to the most. She only wished that Marilyn Manson knew.

Marilyn's shoulders slump at the sound of her best friend and she lied back down on the bed, turning the other way to sleep. The storyteller's voice fades and the lights black out completely. A five second pause and they come back on again. The sounds of birds whistling can be heard. Marilyn wakes up, angry. She storms to the window and shuts the blinds on her window. The sound of birds stop and the lights dim a little when she shuts the blinds. Her mother, Sylvia comes in with her breakfast and the newspaper. She turns and sees Marilyn Manson's poster on the wall.

Sylvia: He's a freak, Marilyn.

Marilyn: So am I.

Sylvia: Take those down before the exorcist comes tomorrow. I think we have ghosts in the kitchen.

Sylvia shakes her head and walks out, leaving Marilyn in the room. Marilyn takes a bite of her toast. The storyteller's voice plays overhead again. She stops halfway through biting her toast and rolls her eyes when she hears the voice, unfolding her newspaper.

Storyteller: Marilyn's mother did not like Marilyn Manson. Marilyn unfolded her newspaper and read the news like she did every Saturday morning. What's this? Marilyn Manson is on the front page?

Marilyn scans the front page in shock, she throws it down on the floor and slides off her chair, on the floor beside it. The glass of milk she has for her breakfast spills on her and she's crying really badly.

Marilyn throws her glass at the side of her room and yells at the voice.

Marilyn: SHUT UP!

Sylvia: What was all the noise, Marilyn?

She looks at Marilyn and exclaims.

Sylvia: Marilyn, you didn't have to do that? If you didn't want to take them down you could have just told me.

Sylvia crouches beside Marilyn and picks up the pieces. Marilyn continues crying and helps her. They both leave the stage through the door carrying the remains of Marilyn's Marilyn Manson collection. Marilyn comes back in a different pair of black pajamas, clean. She sits on the bed hugging her legs and stays there. the storyteller's voice comes back on but Marilyn ignores him.

The lights black out and turn back on. Marilyn is sleeping. Sylvia comes in is wearing different clothes. She walks towards Marilyn and shakes her.

Sylvia: Time to wake up. You have school today.

Scene 2

The scene opens. It's a classroom. Students are gathered, talking and laughing. Marilyn walks in and puts her bag on a table, sitting down. One of the students, Sally, walks to her and starts talking loudly.

Sally: Did you hear the news about Marilyn Manson? I told you he's a weirdo.

The rest of the students start laughing. Marilyn smiles a little awkwardly and starts reading a book, trying to block them out. Sally returns to the rest and they start talking about Marilyn Manson.

Gabby: It's just the way he is. I was wondering when he would kill somebody. It's about time.

Alexandra: He's a poor thing though. Sick, twisted.

Victoria: You bet.

Sally: I wonder what he did with the body, I bet he ate it.

The students laugh.

Beatrice: Maybe he fucked it.

Sally: Maybe he fucked it and then he ate it! Or ate it while fucking it. He's disgusting.

Alexandra: He's going to jail though.

Sally: I hope he gets the death penalty. I'd like to see a video of him in the electric chair.

Sally starts making spastic jerking movements. The students start laughing. Marilyn loses her temper. She picks up a sharp pencil and storms to Sally, stabbing her in the chest. The rest of the students scream and run away. Marilyn stabs Sally hard and as many times as she can and blood is spurting out everywhere. Marilyn screams at her in between stabs.

Marilyn: DID HE? DID HE? HE'S NOT DISGUSTING, YOU ARE.

The principal rushes in and grabs a struggling Marilyn, pulling her away from Sally's dead body. Two more teachers rush towards her and take the pencil out of her hand. The rest of the students file into stage to stare. The school nurse comes as well and she stabs a syringe into Marilyn, who faints on the floor. They all stare down at her. The lights dim and the scene ends.

Scene 3

The scene opens. It's a jail cell. The whole cell is grey and there's a white bed in the corner. Marilyn is sitting down on it wearing prison clothes. There's a sound of doors banging shut. The storyteller's voice come on. Marilyn ignores him again.

Storyteller: They put Marilyn in jail for killing the girl named Sally. Marilyn Manson got the death penalty for what he did. He's going to be hung in the prison today, at the guillotine. Marilyn's going to die in the same guillotine next year.

Suddenly, a bell chimes. Marilyn goes stiff, staring at the floor in shock.

Storyteller: There's the bell. Someone rings it every time someone dies at the guillotine.

There's a bang of a door opening and a Prison Warden comes in carrying a tray.

Prison Warden: Your dinner.

The Prison Warden throws the tray in front of her and turns around to leave. Marilyn interrupts him. She does not move her eyes away from the floor.

Marilyn: Can I have a pencil?

The Prison Warden turns back and shouts at her

Prison Warden: To what, stab me? Stop making stupid requests.

The Prison warden leaves the room. The bang of the door shutting jerks Marilyn and she takes her eyes away from the floor. She sees the tray in front of her. She picks up a butter knife and uses it to slit her arm. She moves the bed aside and sits cross legged in front of the wall behind it. She starts writing on the wall with her blood using her finger. The lights flicker on and off as days and nights pass.

Storyteller: Marilyn wrote a word a day for a year till it became a song for Marilyn Manson. The only thing she did for her idol. But it was sad, the day after the day she finished it, they brought her to the guillotine. The same guillotine Marilyn Manson died in.

The lights fade out and the scene ends.

Scene 4

The scene opens. It is a dark, grey room again. Marilyn is standing in front of the guillotine. A priest is there, and they are preparing the black sack to cover her face. Marilyn starts singing.

Marilyn: "Will you come back?
Because without you, my world's not black.
They can bury me, with my head in a sack
But they can't bury my soul, it'll come back."

Marilyn keeps singing the same chorus. A faint white figure walks up in front of her. It's Marilyn Manson's ghost. He sings another verse over and over again in symphony with her.

Marilyn Manson: "This is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again.

This is where it starts.
This is where it will end.
Here comes the moon again."

Both Marilyn Manson's and Marilyn Sparrow's voices join to become one song. They continue singing, even when the Prison Warden puts a black sack over Marilyn Sparrow's head. Marilyn Manson stops singing and says one final verse.

Marilyn Manson: I know it's the last day on earth.

Marilyn Manson disappears. They pull the lever and Marilyn falls through the trapdoor. She does not struggle, but goes still. She's dead. The priest bows his head. The storyteller's voice comes on again.

Storyteller: And that's the story of Marilyn Sparrow, who's last wish, to see her idol Marilyn Manson, came true right before she die. The end.

2009-12-15T07:09:00.000-08:00

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And get well soon alright

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[09:56] Nishan says:
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[10:00] Nishan says:
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[10:00] Nishan says:
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2009-12-13T07:08:00.001-08:00

Happy Birthday Taylor Swift

As a closet fan, I'm so proud of you for coming this far

You give us hope that all of young hollywood won't turn out to be mileys

We love you.

Just came back from Thailand today

And I loved it there

It's nice country, and I didn't want to come back

Of course not, I mean it when I say i'd rather be anywhere but here

Seriously, I probably saw the world over there, and i'm not exaggerating

I saw people from every country, transvestites, nomads, beggars, people who were struggling, people who had given up struggling, prostitutes, straight people, gay people, filthy rich people

Basically, the world

And to be honest, even though i've only spent five days there

I would live there, maybe

I went for a Thai massage, which was good.

And I ate grasshoppers, and I bought a live bat

We went on a tour in the safari there and I could've played with a baby tiger but there was no time

We bought a lot of stuff, I threw up twice

But most of all, I didn't use the internet for five days which for me, was torture

Well I brought a notebook to write fanfiction in

And I stuck to my way of making my handwriting so untidy only I can read it

I'm going to continue Going Somewhere

Seeing every positive review I get makes me so proud

But now, i'm going back to watching New Moon interviews.

2009-12-08T10:37:00.001-08:00

Voodoo Cat.

Alan works as the owner of a store. He sells his stuff well, until another man, Adam opens up a store beside him. Adam's business takes away all of Alan's customers, and it doesn't help that Adam does almost everything he can to sabotage his business, including being extremely mean all the time.

Alan gets really mad one day and fashions a voodoo doll with sticks and cloth. He starts poking the voodoo doll with a pin and gets shocked when he sees a drop of real blood come out of it. Alan puts the doll on the window sill and goes to bed. Halfway through the night a cat comes along and takes it away.

The next day when Alan shows up to work he sees Adam, and is shocked because Adam has plasters all over his face and hands. He overhears Adam and another lady talking and Adam describes that he was sleeping when he felt something poking him in all sorts of places, and he started bleeding. The lady tells him he is mad, and she walks off.

Alan, shocked runs back to his house to discover the voodoo doll is gone. He searches for it everywhere but he can't find it. He goes down, and back to the store, guilty, and dejected to tell Adam the truth. He is about to tell Adam when he sees the cat carrying the doll and putting it down on the sidewalk.

The cat starts playing with the doll. Adam jerks, and falls on the ground following the movements of the doll. Alan is shocked, and chases after the cat, who take the doll in it's mouth and runs away. Alan runs after it, and Adam follows, pulled involuntarily by the spell of the doll. They run through the streets of london until the cat runs into a sewer to hide. Adam hits his head on the sidewalk and loses his memory.

Alan must now find the cat and the voodoo doll in order to restore Adam's memory, which he does, after many difficulties. In the end, Adam and Alan close down their respective stores and become the co-owners of Adam and Alan, with a cashier, their pet cat Robert.

-End-

2009-12-06T09:47:00.001-08:00

Another one, I really love this pairing
Jasper's very different than how he's portrayed in the books, but I'm working on making it more Jasper.
Once again, I'm naming this Chapter 4 for the time being.
I haven't even named the entire story yet.

Chapter 4
Seth Clearwater/Jasper Hale.

A sharp tap jolted the young man out of his dreams. He was having a good one, of him sitting on a rock watching a waterfall. It wasn't that interesting but it had given him the peace he'd been lacking the past few days. He heard another tap and Seth Clearwater opened his eyes. The clock on his nightstand said "3:11 am". He heard another tap and sat upright in his bed.

"Jasper?"

Seth stood up and walked to his window, sliding the glass up and leaning over to look outside. The cold air hit his bare chest in sharp contrast to his warm bed as he looked at Jasper watching him from below.

"Hello, Seth," he smiled, looking up Seth's messy bed head and sleepy eyes.

"It's 3 am."

"I know, hold on, I'm coming up." Seth stepped back from the window and collapsed back onto his mattress. Jasper came in and crossed the floor to sit down on the bed.

"It's not fair, vampires don't sleep," Seth mumbled through the sheets, half asleep. His sleepiness faded away and he remembered Jasper's vampire gift. He sat up again and ran his hand through his hair messing it up even more, a gesture that Jasper found strangely attractive.

"I never said I was fair. I wanted to talk to you."

"Yeah?"

"You told Jacob about, us?" Jasper was slightly taller even when they were sitting down. Seth was still half buried in the sheets.

"I was just feeling like I had to tell someone. How come you knew I'd told him?"

"Edward, he came to La Push to talk to Sam and he saw Jacob. He read Jacob's mind and told me about it when he came back."

"Oh." Neither of them spoke for a while. Seth took interest in a spot on his bedsheets and stared at it, not wanting to look at Jasper.

"Were you okay with me telling him?"

"Seth, I'm fine with anything you do. I was just wondering why you didn't choose to tell the entire pack."

"I want to tell them, and I know I have to tell them soon, but I don't know how they'll react. Your family took the whole idea so well. Carlisle and Esme just took me in and treated me like family," he said, "and I don't know if the pack will be that way."

Jasper reached forward and pulled Seth into a hug.

"They will. But I want you to tell them when you feel like it, not because you feel you have to. Please promise me that." Seth pulled back, he felt a calmness come over him and realized Jasper was using his vampire gift again. For the first time in days a real smile came over his face.

"I promise, now quit using your magical powers on me." Jasper looked stunned.

"I'm not!"

"Right, I believe that."

"Have you maybe thought that you were feeling like that because you're in love with me?" he said, smirking.

"Man, I can't stand you." Seth lifted his blankets and crawled back underneath them. Jasper moved to his side, wrapping one arm around him and using the other to prop his head on the pillow while Seth turned to face him.

"Are you going to stay here till morning?"

"I'll be gone once you're asleep."

"It's going to be a long time considering you woke me up at 3 am in the middle of a pretty good dream."

"I can give you a better one." Seth sighed.

"Just, stay here okay?" he asked. Jasper kissed his hair and wrapped his arm tighter around Seth.

"I will." He stayed there till it was almost dawn, watching Seth until he was he had fallen asleep, before heading out of the window and back to the Cullen house. Sam Uley watched him leave from afar.

-End-

2009-12-05T09:23:00.001-08:00

I felt like I had to give it a plot
I would include more fluff, because I love fluff
But this is just a short piece to give the story direction
Also, I was having title trouble, so I'm just calling this chapter Chapter 3 for the time being

Chapter 3

Seth Clearwater/Jasper Hale

"Seth. Seth!" Sam's sharp voice jolted the young man out of his own world and he fell off the fallen log he was sitting on, "Are you alive?".

Seth blinked twice. He looked up at Sam towering over him.

"Yeah, yeah, I am. Circle the perimeter with Jacob. I heard." Sam looked unconvinced. What was Seth to do? He stood up and walked towards the rest of the pack, to where Jacob was waiting.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I guess." In fact Seth wasn't ready at all. The last thing he felt like doing was running around as a wolf. He phased, and got a head start, but Jacob was fast, he caught up with him barely a mile into the scouting. Seth kept his mind clear of Jasper whenever he phased into a wolf. He didn't want the rest finding out about the both of them.

They finished soon, and phased back. Seth walked off silently, deep in thought and happy he could finally think about Jasper, but Jacob soon caught up again.

"So, who is it?" Seth's heart nearly stopped. What was Jacob talking about?

"Huh?"

"Don't act dumb Seth. It was obvious you've imprinted ever since you started shutting yourself off. So, who is it?" He didn't just hear Jacob say that. He felt his insides squirm and coughed.

"Some, girl," he managed to squeak out.

"Girl?"

"Yeah, some girl."

"Okay." They walked in silence for a while. Seth's head was throbbing, he wished Jacob would just go away.

"What's her name?"

"Her name?" A name, a name, Seth had to think of a name.

"Megan."

"Megan?"

"Yeah, Megan." Once again with the awkward silence. Seth couldn't stand it, or Jacob.

"How come I've never seen-" Seth cut across Jacob.

"You have seen her before."

"Oh."

The leaves crunching under their feet held a stead rhythm to them, it made it easier for him to think. He wanted to tell someone, and Jacob was right here. He knew how Jacob had felt about Bella, he was bound to understand. But it had come as such a shock to him, he couldn't trust Jacob to not tell anyone, especially the rest of the pack.

"Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"There is no Megan, and I haven't imprinted on her."

"Oh. Okay."

"But I have imprinted on someone." They stopped. Seth sat down on the cold forest floor and Jacob followed suit.

"Promise me you wouldn't tell anyone, not even the rest of the pack."

"There are no secrets in a pack."

"But this is a really big one." Oh man. He was going to have to say it, now.

"I imprinted on Jasper." Silence. He heard a giggle, from Jacob.

"It's not funny" Jacob practically rolled on the ground, howling with laughter while Seth just stared.

"You're gonna wake up everyone in La Push!" Jacob got himself together quickly.

"I can't help it! Do you know how many times Jasper had crossed your mind in the past hour? You're lucky none of the other's have phased."

"Do they know?"

"They don't suspect a thing. But I saw you two a few days ago in the forest, you two might want to be more careful about where you choose to fool around." Seth stared at him.

"You're not..freaked out or anything?" Jacob laughed again

"No, but if you've really imprinted on this guy, it's the first I've heard," he said.

"I don't know if I've imprinted, I mean you only feel it once, how would I know?" he asked. Jacob stared at the forest ground for a while, obviously very much immersed in his own world before looking up again.

"You've seen the way Sam feels about Emily, even outside of his mind, and how Quil feels about Claire. You'll feel that way. That's how you know." He continued staring at the ground.

"Oh." Seth looked down at the spot Jacob was staring at. A trail of ants were moving across the ground and he sat there watching them for a while as well, before he decided to ask something he was always curious about, but never got to ask Jacob.

"Have you ever, felt that way about Bella?" Jacob still continued to look at the ground and Seth thought he would never answer, but he soon did.

"I thought I did," and with that he stood up, making to leave, clearly ending the conversation. Seth stood up as well, and walked behind him silently until they reached town.

"Jacob, you won't tell the rest about this whole, imprinting thing will you?" Jacob looked back at him with his hands in his pockets and managed a small smile.

"I'll take it to the grave." With that he left, walking off into the distance.

2009-12-02T23:16:00.000-08:00

Ready for some different questions?
I guess so.

Do you have more than five songs that remind you of just one person?
Of course.

How old will you be in three years?
60, or, 18

Do you think you'll be married by then?
Yes

What's the biggest thing that's happening in the next three months?
Secondary 4. I can hear teachers running at us with knives and pitchforks, and stakes, and silver bullets.

Who was your last text from?
Nicole Kwek.

What are you thinking about RIGHT now?
Why is the room so bright.

What are the last two colors you painted your nails?
Black, and black

What do your hear?
Thunder, it's raining.

Do you have any pets?
Nuggets.

What were you doing at 2am last night?
Wide awake watching The L Word.

Look behind you. What do you see?
The headboard of my bed. And a painting.

When is the last time you saw your sister/s?
Just saw her.

What was happening Friday night?
Zombies.

What irritates you the most about girls?
I have a list.

Song title and artist of the song your currently listening to?
Weck mich auf - Samy Deluxe

How many different schools have you been to?
3

Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?
Bare feet

Are you a social person?
Yes.

What was the last thing you ate?
My neighbor.

What is your favorite ice cream?
Mint chocolate chip.

Let me guess, you're thinking about the person that you like?
I am?

Do you like coffee?
Yes

What do you drink in the morning?
Blood.

Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?
I. Sleep. In. A. Coffin. :[

Do you go out to eat or eat at home more often?
I eat out, when it rains, then it's less work cleaning up the carnage.

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?
Prince William.

When's the last time you went to the hospital?
I don't go to hospitals.

Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?
The ocean.

When's the next time you'll dress up?
I don't know.

Whats the closest pink object to you?
Hairbrush, I bought it yesterday.

What is your favourite TV show?
Anything on the History Channel.

Can you roll your tongue?
No

Who is the funniest person you know?
I know plenty of funny people.

Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
No, I keep them beside my coffin.

What are your school colors?
Yellow and Blue. I wish it would be black.

Do you still have clothes from when you were little?
My mother keeps them.

Do you shut off the water when you brush your teeth?
Oh you mean my fangs? Of course.

Would you rather go streaking down a major highway or walk around naked for a year?
Are you gross or are you gross?

Miss anyone?
A little.

Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?
No, maybe.

Something's bothering you right?
Yes

What are you looking forward to?
Nothing

Don't tell me lies, so where's your girlfriend?
No lies? Well that's too bad.

Are any of your friends virgins?
Of course.

Do you like when people play with your hair?
No.

When you’re getting ready for something, do you listen to music?
Yes.

Would you ever try being a vegetarian?
That's hilarious.

Is there anyone you know that deserves to get slapped?
Of course

Have you ever made out in a park?
No.

Can you do splits?
Hell no.

What movie do you want to see?
Sherlock Holmes, or something along that line.

Like your mobile phone? Or want a new one?
I love Dracula.

Do you prefer to call or text?
Call

Are you one of those Twilight crazy people?
#$&*&%$^&&^%^&*%&*^#!!!!!! Yes...

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a J?
No

Is it possible that you could be pregnant right now?
No.

Where is the shirt you are wearing from?
Its a My Chemical Romance shirt.

Do you want your tongue pierced?
Yes

Have you ever fallen asleep while texting someone?
Yes

Do you have a reason to smile right now?
Yes

Do you smoke weed everyday?
Of course-.-

Have you ever gone camping?
Yes and I was crying by the second day because I missed my coffin.

Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friends?
Yes, during sleepovers.

Would you pay someone to kill the last person who hurt you a lot?
No, i'll do it myself.

Do you always care what you look like?
I've spent half a century looking like this, I'm used to myself by now.

What were you doing at 7:00 this morning?
Asleep

Are you ready for kids now?
No, I'm not hungry now, but thank you.

Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?
More than I would like to admit.

If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care ?
Of course.

Have you ever kissed someone you weren't dating?
Yes.

Is your hair clean?
Well.

What should you be doing right now?
Homework

When was the last time you watched a horror movie?
Yesterday, I watched Coming Soon.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months?
Yes

Do you drop your phone a lot?
No.

Have you met someone who has changed your life?
Yes.

What means the most to you in the whole entire world?
A lot of people, theatre, and my writing.

Have you made any new friends this year?
Yes, many

`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`

This survey gets REAL personal, are you sure you're ready?
I hope I am.

How are you doing today?
Could be better.

Do you plan on lying?
No, I plan on avoiding.

What were you doing last night at 10?
Talking to Fart on the phone.

How many tattoos do you have? And how many do you want?
None, and many.

What’s something you’re not looking forward to?
School

Do you think it’s a bunch of bull shit when people say “I have no regrets"?
not really.

Who got you the jewelry you’re wearing?
I'm not wearing jewelry

There's a serial killer inside your house. What do you do?
There is a serial killer in my house, it's me.

Do you get scared during scary movies?
I scare scary movies through the screen.

Have you ever cried in front of your number one?
Number one?

Where do you want to live when you're older?
Germany.

Was it a boy or a girl to last text you?
Girl.

Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?
Yes

Do you like hugs?
I love hugs.

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed?
No.

Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?
A filmmaker.

Do you wish someone would turn up at your front door right now?
Maybe.

What are you wearing on your feet?
Nothing.

You wake up, all your hair is gone, your first reaction?
I would call for Igor.

The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them?
Why so many questions about the last person I kissed? It was a one time occurrence and I don't even speak to that person any more.

Two days from today, where will you be?
Still here.

Bet you have a best friend, don't you?
Maybe.

Has someone ever made you a promise and broke it?
Yes.

Is there someone you don't ever want out of your life?
Yes

Are relationships ever really worth it?
If I meet the right person, I would give up anything and it would be worth it.

Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

I don't plan.

Do you miss your past?

Yes

Where do you think your number 1 is?
-.-

Is the last person you kissed older than you?
Yes

Are you wearing something you borrowed from someone?
No

What color shirt are you wearing?
Black

When you sleep on your bed, is stuff usually on it?
I. Sleep. In. A. COFFIN. OBFBEQFQE:[

What do you currently hear right now?
Thunder, still.

What are you planning on doing after this?
Literature

Are you gonna be home tonight?

I don't know.

Do you slam doors when you're mad?
I break them.

What do you want in your life right now?
Peace.

Have you held hands with anyone in the past 48 hours?
No.

Is your room messy or clean?
It's clean except for the dead body on the floor.

When was the last time you had a real smile on your face?

Yesterday.

Do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING?

Not really.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

No.

Do you have feelings for anyone?

Yes

Is it easy to make you smile?

Yes of course.

Has anyone told you they don't ever wanna lose you?
Not, really.

Is there something bothering you?

Yes

Do you like one of your friends?
I like all of them.

Are you single?
Yes.

Do you want to be?
I don't know.

Whats the one thing you cant live without?
Fanfiction.

When's the last time you kissed someone?
Early this year.

What don't you like about them?

Will you just stop it.

Who do you spend most of your time with?
Myself

Blondes or brunettes?
Brunettes.

How do you know when you're in love?
I start thinking of them when I write.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yes

What is on your mind?

You're next.

What do you think about liars?

They are humans.

Where would you rather be right now?
Nowhere.

Tan or Pale?
Anything's fine.

What did you do today?
Nothing really.

Have you ever liked somebody that didnt like you back?
Yes.

What did you eat today?
I told you. My neighbor.

Were you honest this whole survey?
Very.

2009-12-01T06:07:00.000-08:00

I rushed through getting this down in words

It was something I thought of right after I woke up

And then I watched Seven Deadly Sins on The History Channel

So I put them together, and I also finally got a title for it

The Registry Office of Dead Souls.

Vincent, goes to the store to buy stuff for Christmas. He, because he is so hot tempered, gets into a fight with the butcher, Alvin, and ends up killing him. Alvin gets poked on a knife because Vincent has pushed him backward and dies. Vincent, frightened because he has just killed a person, flees, and gets hit by a train.

Because of the impact, Vincent gets thrust into the small space between life and the afterlife. The small space is a huge mansion, The Registry Office of Dead Souls, where dead souls come in to get registered so they can move to the afterlife. There are many rooms in the house where the staff stay and the entire first floor is an office. Vincent goes to register to move on to the afterlife, but is turned away because he has murdered a person.

He is attacked by an entire group because of his acts and blacks out. He wakes up to find his dead sister, Violet, who died falling off a horse, taking care of him in his fainted state. He asks her what she is doing there and she states that the office had a job space open and so she decided to take it. He asks her what is going to happen to him and she leads him to seven different rooms in the house. She tells him he has to do his time according to his sin.

The first room is labelled Greed and is put aside for the rich, and mean. The second room is Envy, filled with people who covet. The third room is Sloth, and is filled with lazy people. The fourth room, Pride is filled with arrogant people. The fifth room, Lust has a sign that says "Only 18 and Above". Vincent and Violet shake their heads and move on to the sixth room, Gluttony, filled with people who eat too much. The last room Wrath has a sign underneath that says "For the hot-tempered and the murderers. ESPECIALLY for the murderers."

Violet sends him into the room and he spends about five minutes getting bullied and annoyed by the rest of the angry people, who insist they don't want him in the room. Violet comes back and asks him to come out. She tells him that he can get a job in the kitchen if he doesn't want to stay in the room, but he will have to work hard. He tells her he will do anything and he gets the job, but ends up having to work with Alvin again.

Their situation is made even worse because the Registry Office of Dead Souls is hosting a big scale event and wants to beat the Registry Office of Thoughts and Feelings, who is trying to sabotage the event as much as they can. Alvin and Vincent have to work together to make it a success. In the end, Alvin and Vincent's sister move on to the afterlife, while Alvin still has to do his time in the kitchen, still getting letters from them every week.

2009-11-30T08:29:00.000-08:00

I'm still grateful for everything that makes me happy
Like all the almost simple things like waking up with the sun goes down
Tokio Hotel's Automatic keeps playing on MTV
I still get so proud every time its' being played because they've come so far
I love them.

I've been sleeping at 5am every morning
Life in the dark is good
Both ways, metaphorically and literally
Man, am I depressed.
Will come back when I feel better but the fanfiction ideas are pouring in.

I guess if I'm depressed I should be depressed, but I won't let it hurt the love I have for the only thing that won't fail me, the fandoms.

2009-11-28T10:15:00.000-08:00

In this world Alice doesn't exist.

I like dogs.

Seth Clearwater/Jasper Hale

Seth stomped through the mud path leading to the Cullen's house. Normally werewolves couldn't stand the smell of vampires but ever since imprinting on one, the guy had grown to actually like it. He rang the doorbell twice, and thunder sounded above, not a good sign. He could see the lights in the Cullen house flicker on and he sighed with relief as the doorknob rattled and the door opened.

Jasper smiled at the wet Seth and moved aside to let him come in. Seth couldn't hear any other movement in the house.

"Where are the rest?"

"Edward and Emmett have gone out of the state hunting, Carlisle and Esme are in Iceland, and Alice and Rosalie have gone on a shopping trip to Milan."

"So, everyone's out of Forks?" Seth took off his jacket making to put it on the sofa but Jasper took it from him instead, draping it over his shoulder to get it out of the way.

"Which leaves just us both here." Jasper took Seth by the wrist and led him to the fireplace to dry whatever his own hot werewolf skin hadn't. Seth shuddered at the touch, he hadn't gotten used to his icy skin yet. He sat in front of the fireplace until it became too stuffy and he moved to the couch instead. Jasper hung his jacket on the mantlepiece and sat beside him. They both stared at each other, barely flinching until he spoke.

"What?"

"What what?"

"What what what?" Seth scowled.

"You know, when the rest come back, they'll be complaining about a wet dog smell on the couch." Jasper took his hands off his lap and laid an arm around Seth, putting the other one on the arm of the couch. Seth rolled his eyes and looked out the window. The outside was a dull grey, even the trees and the sea were grey.

"You know you want to," Jasper said his annoying sing song voice. God, he thought Edward was the one in the family who could read minds. Seth got up to his knees on the sofa and curled up in Jasper's lap, fitting perfectly in between his legs. He folded his arms and felt Jasper's hot breath on the back of his neck. Even his breathing was annoying.

"You know, I don't get what's so bad about a wet dog smell." Seth's heart skipped a beat. He turned in Jasper's lap and put his head on his cold shoulder, fiddling with one of the buttons on his designer coat. Jasper slid both his hands around Seth's waist, and brought his mouth closer to his ear.

"I like dogs."

That's it. Seth grabbed both of Jasper's hands and wrestled the annoying ass to the ground, pinning him there until Jasper gasped out.

"Poodles! I meant, poodles! I like, poodles!"

"You better." He released the gasping Jasper, but not before giving him a quick kiss, and got off the ground. He grabbed his jacket from the mantelpiece and moved towards the the door. Jasper got off the ground as well and followed him.

"You're leaving? Wait, Seth!" Seth opened the door and stopped, turning to look back at him.

"You're going to leave me here all alone?"

"Well, I don't know, maybe, yes," Seth replied, putting on his jacket and heading out into the gloomy rain. Jasper called out.

"We have umbrellas!" He swore he heard a low growl replying him from the distance, and went back in smiling.

-End-

2009-11-27T07:50:00.000-08:00

Werewolf+Vampire Slash.
Not Jacob and Edward, because that would be too obvious
It's Seth + Jasper.
Seth because I think he's the only good looking werewolf except for Jacob in the Twilight Saga movies.
He's being played by Boo Boo Stewart
And Jasper because I like Jasper.

Going Somewhere?

Seth Clearwater/Jasper Hale

Sam wasn't listening, again. When did he ever listen in the first place?

"But, hasn't a male werewolf ever imprinted on another dude? I mean, it's possible right? Leah's imprinted on Mike."

"It's different, Leah's a female. You're a boy, and why the hell would you want to imprint on another male werew-" the older guy stopped, his eyes widening. He rushed forward and put his hands on either arm of the chair Seth was in. Seth was a werewolf, sure but Sam still dwarfed him.

"Seth Clearwater, you're not?"

"No! No, I was just, curious!" Seth said quickly, trying to put as much space between him and the Alpha, who straightened up, still not convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes.

"You do know we can look into your mind when we're wolves, don't you?" Seth raised his hands.

"Honest!" Sam threw his arms up into the air.

"Teenagers. That's why we wanted to wait till you were 17, like we did with Jacob."

Emily had excellent timing, she entered the room right then. As always, Sam was too caught up staring at her pretty face and touching her hair and looking at her eyes, and gross, Seth couldn't go there and not expect to throw up. He grabbed another muffin and snuck out of the house, heading down the path and into the forest.

He pushed past the trees and came face to face with the vampire he'd been waiting to see. Jasper Hale stood in front of him, tall and pale, his skin sparkling in the light, hands clasped in front of him, making him look, elegant.

"What did he say?" he asked, each word perfectly articulated.

"He said it was impossible, and he asked me if I was gay."

"Oh." Seth thrust the muffin into Jasper's icy hands and kept walking. Jasper stared at it, confused, before running to catch up with him.

"Hey, you know we don't eat right?" he said, once again, right in front of Seth, who stopped and glared at him, deciding to try and outrun the annoying bloodsucker. He had already disappeared into the trees. Jasper stared after him smiling and said out loud.

"You know, you can't outrun a vampire, Seth!" He threw the muffin on the forest floor where the bugs soon caught up with it and ran after Seth. Seth called back out to him, laughing, before turning into a wolf.

"You know, you can't outrun a werewolf, Jasper!" He continued till he knew it must have been a mile, before stopping at a clearing and looking back, surveying the forest for movement, there wasn't anyone there. Maybe Jasper hadn't decided to follow him, or it was true, vampires couldn't outrun werewolves.

"Hah."

"Something funny, Seth?" said an all too familiar voice behind him. Seth turned to see Jasper standing right in front of him, for the third time, barely out of breath, and looking just as elegant as he had before the chase. He moved forward, barely altering the forest floor till there was little to no space between the two of them.

Seth moved back, into the sun and Jasper followed, making up for the distance. His skin sparkled again once it touched the sunlight and Seth was tempted to touch it to see if it felt like how it looked, like diamonds. He felt pressure on his hips and wasn't surprised to see Jasper's cold hands there, holding him gently but firmly enough so he couldn't move away again.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, barely waiting for a reply, instead bending down and kissing Seth on the lips. Few things could make a werewolf's pulse quicken, and Jasper Hale was one of them. He straightened up again too quickly and Seth stared as Jasper stepped back, arms outstretched, silently daring him to move closer. The vampire had the most annoying smile on his face as he turned and ran off into the forest, leaving a confused werewolf in his wake.

-End-

2009-11-26T05:38:00.000-08:00

In the theatre.

The scene with Jacob and Bella in the car.

Xueling: They will kiss.

Me: No they won't

Xueling:Yes

Me:No they won't

Xueling:Yes

Me:No they won't

Jacob and Bella move away from each other

Me: See!!!

So today I killed civilians, caused a world war and played with a bunny

No I'm kidding, I watched New Moon

Besides the fact that the makeup artist sucked , it was good.

No, it was le awesome.

I'm dying because it was so epic.

It was the opening night today and we watched it

Now, I'll wait for Eclipse

2009-11-25T04:24:00.000-08:00

I had a nightmare last night

Normally I love nightmares but this one was about religion so I hated it

As I hate almost everything that has to do with religion

Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, and I'm watching New Moon

I guess I should stay indoors but no, I'm going to watch a movie the Vatican has labelled morally deviant

But, its New Moon

2009-11-24T06:01:00.000-08:00

If all kids shows were like this...
I would have had the best childhood
And, I would probably be less disturbed now
Or maybe more creepy
But still.

2009-11-22T00:26:00.000-08:00

Exorcist for a one time job

-Years of experience with haunting, and the paranormal

-Able to communicate effectively with poltergeists, spirits, werewolves, vampires and any form of Paranormal Activity. You name it.

-Able to conduct and/or organize exorcisms by phone/real life

-Able to exorcise houses/furniture/pets/humans/plants

-Will be able to rid you of all your supernatural problems

Please call 666 for a consultation.

P.S. I will not take responsibility for any form of death and or casualty that occurs as a result of the proceedings. If anybody asks, I was never there.

There, my resume.

Please hire me.

No actually, I really can exorcise people

I exorcised Fart over MSN yesterday

I shall be contactable at Nishan_nishan@hotmail.com.

Anyway, Buds today was good

Did character work, which was funny

Rosie said we should watch The Craft

So, yes, I'm going to watch it now

Because...I have no life like that....

2009-11-20T20:57:00.001-08:00

I just read something that made me so angry, and so disgusted
How dare anyone try to make a fool out of someone like him.
The reason Marilyn Manson wears a light colored contact lens in one eye is in memory of a dog he used to have
And the dog had eyes like that
And how fucking dare anybody say such a thing about him.

It's so sickening

Just because somebody looks or acts differently it doesn't mean that they're evil
Marilyn is far from evil
In face, I can name a hundred retards I know personally, that are more evil than him.
I don't care if you're Bill O' Reilly or some other bloody asshole
If anyone says one bad word about Marilyn Manson, i'll hunt you down myself.

Disgusting, it's just disgusting.

2009-11-20T04:40:00.000-08:00

I finished a story summary for another movie screenplay

And this one actually started with a title

It looks good, so I want to work on it further

But as of now its still in developmental stages and I'm betting there are a hell of a lot of grammar errors here.

Vlad.

Male vampire Vlad repeatedly tries to kill himself because he does not want to be a vampire. Using bullets, stakes etc. His assistant Bigfoot assists him but somehow nothing he does works. He gives up and sits by the fireplace, feeling sorry for himself. He screams "I WANT DEATH." Frankensteins monster, Death, comes up to the door with a basket, selling cakes. Bigfoot opens the door for her and asks if Vlad wants any. Vlad buys all of the cakes. While Bigfoot is searching for money Death comes in and explores. She decided to try and put herself in Vlad's coffin to try. Vlad walks over to his coffin and opens it to take his toothbrush and is taken aback when he finds Death inside. He asks her for her name and she says "Death".

Vlad mumbles to himself about finding "Death". Vlad explains to her his unfortunate predicament. She tells him not to die. She gets out of the coffin, gives him the toothbrush and tries to go out of the room, but Vlad calls after her asking if he would help him get over his addiction to trying to die. She promises and when Bigfoot comes back in to give her the money, she declines and gives them the cakes for free.

The next day, Vlad visits Death in her house as she is baking. He tells her about the promise she made and she lets him in, provided he helps her with the baking. He starts rambling about how nice it would be to die and she gets angry and upset, advancing on him with a rolling pin and hitting him on the head with it. She explains that she had died before and proceeds to recall a flashback. She sees herself riding a horse and falling off it into a river, being swept away by the current. She recalls a dark, horrible place filled with muck, sadness and other frightening dead souls. The flashback goes away and the scene returns to her sobbing on Vlad's shoulder.

He asks her what happened afterwards and she says she found herself, days later, alive in a laboratory with electric currents running through her. She talks about Doctor Oblivious, the mad scientist who brought her back from the dead. Vlad shows interest in going to see Doctor Oblivious and she brings him to see Doctor Oblivious, who, along with his assistant Igor welcomes both of them warmly. Vlad tells him he does not want to be a vampire,and if there was a way to turn him back into a human without dying. Doctor Oblivious says that he knows that there is a way to reverse the change, although he does know know what it is unless he can find it in his library.

Vlad and Death leave with a promise from Doctor Oblivious that he will find a way to turn Vlad into a human. On the way home, Death falls down and cuts her knee on a rock. Vlad takes her to a river, where she has a flashback of being swept away with the current and she starts crying, before fainting on that rock and begging him to leave. Vlad drinks the blood from her knee as he can find nothing to wipe it away with, bandages her knee with his shirt, and goes off. A villager walks past and sees Death. Horrified, he runs off to tell the rest of the village.

The frightened villagers agree to kill Death, believing her to be a monster. They break into Death's house the next day and stab her with a pitchfork. An unknowing Vlad comes to visit her, concerned, but finds her near dead. He carries her to Doctor Oblivious' house where Doctor Oblivious takes out the pitchfork and tries to make her better, although her situation is dire. He gives Vlad a vial telling him that drinking the liquid inside it will turn him into a human. Vlad takes the vial home and ponders over it.

He is approached by Bigfoot who asks him what he is going to do with the vial, and if he plans to drink it. Vlad says he does not know, and confesses that he has feelings for Death. Bigfoot tells him to turn her into a vampire and he says he can't because she isn't human, at which point Bigfoot points to the Vial. Vlad runs to Doctor Oblivious' house. He finds Death, and pours the liquid into her mouth. She shudders and goes weak, much near death, and he bites her. She lies asleep for 3 days and then wakes up.

She notices she has fangs, and her fingernails are clear, like glass. She calls for Vlad, who has been sleeping on the floor beside her bed and he tells her what he has done. She asks him why he did not choose to use the liquid on himself and he tells her he wanted her to have it, at which point she asks him what he was planning to do now. Vlad says the only reason he did not want to be a vampire was because he would be immortal, and he would have to spend eternity alone. The reason he doesn't mind being a vampire now was because he finally has someone to spend eternity with.

She asks him who, not believing that it could be her, and he tells her that he wishes to spend eternity with her. They kiss. The time jumps to three days later, when Death is feeling better. Her stitches have fallen off and she looks human. So does Vlad. She thanks Doctor Oblivious and Igor. They move into Vlad's house, and live there with Bigfoot. The ending sees them both walking through the village marketplace and meeting the villager who led to her death, and they both attack him. They drink his blood, before walking off into the sunset together.

-Fin

2009-11-17T03:14:00.001-08:00

So anyway, today I was bored
And I was inspired by The L Word,the way Alice made the chart
So I decided to go make one for Disney
Which shows who has dated who, how they are related and whatever, it was sunny so I couldn't go out

Meaning I don't really have a life right now so bear with me.

For example, from this chart you can examine Taylor Swift.
She is rumored to be dating Taylor Lautner, who was rumored to be dating Selena Gomez, who has dated Nick Jonas, who is brothers with Joe Jonas, who has dated Taylor Swift
So what goes around comes around
I think Miley and Joe should date because she's the biggest whore and he's the greatest womanizer in the chart.

Its night now, and its dark

But its raining, meaning I still can't go out.

I guess, immortality has its side effects too

I should stop looking at lightning, its bad for the eyes.

2009-11-15T20:45:00.000-08:00

First Marilyn Manson gets hurt, and now you Bill?
Bill, please, never, drive
I'm not saying you aren't a good driver, its just, I don't want you to get into another accident
I love you too much for you to get hurt like that
And Tokio Hotel, what's going to happen to Tokio Hotel if you get hurt, huh?

And your bodyguards, what are they doing
Shouldn't THEY be the ones driving YOU wherever you need to go
Why should you drive?
You're already working so hard, and they make you drive as well
This is fucking horrible, they're horrible.

And, why the hell did Perez Hilton know that you got into an accident before I did?
Who supported who wholeheartedly while Perez Hilton was out there hating your guts with Katy Perry?
HUH?
I've had enough of German rock stars who get blown up and tell random idiots first before telling their own girlfriends.
I'm going to watch the L word

2009-11-13T21:29:00.000-08:00

The song titles for the new My Chemical Romance album are out
Yesterday, during Emath I found out Nicole Phua was also a My Chemical Romance fan and she loves them as much as I do
She was at their concert as well, and she has their badge
I have their T shirt, im not that bad.
So anyway the title list for their new album is out

Save Yourself
Still Alive
The Only Hope For Me Is You
Trans Am
Death Before Disco
Kiss The Ring
Black Dragon Fighting Society

Its only seven songs and I hope there will be more
But if there isn't its okay because these songs already look, epic
The first three are like a more obvious form of their songs from Bullets
And the last four are like a punk revival of the 80's, its shocking.
The album doesn't have a title yet, so, that's sad

My Chemical Romance changing through the years is such an inspiring thing to watch
It's almost like watching a person's life after they've turned 13 years old
First with their rookie I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love album, all filled with angst and "I don't care what you think about me"
And then Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, when they were more sure of themselves, and the songs were more structured and meaningful
It was sort of like, a milestone because they had a new drummer Bob

And then The Black Parade
They took elements from both Bullets and Revenge, and added in the Glam Rock and then it became, awesome
If they were sure of themselves during Revenge it was like nothing they had in The Black Parade
It was like they sealed an entire persona to their band that was so easy to remember and hard to forget
The songs just magnified that.

To put it shorter, My Chemical Romance is one of the best bands ever
And anybody who wishes to mess with them is messing with the wrong rock stars
Their band is like the royalty of Queen mixed with them going all out
I guess they saved my life in a way and I am proud to be in the MCRmy
They're going to be headlining the Soundwave Australian music festival in 2010, why am I in Singapore.
So, My Chemical Romance for the win.

3 hours ago, it was confirmed that there is water on the moon
The poor moon is so screwed now, the mortals are not going to leave it alone
Maybe, just maybe, the mortals should quit searching for survival like wolf packs and realize that all they need is right here on earth
There is nothing out there, you retards, you're just treating everything here like trash

2009-11-13T06:26:00.000-08:00

What do your dreams mean

You are under attack from demonic forces
You are in a battle between good and evil. To decide where this comes into play, think about any personal struggles with religion, family and friends, or whatever else comes to your mind.

Myspace Quizzes

Who Loves You?

Misery Loves Company
Why are you miserable? Or is it that you want to make others miserable? It's one of those I just Know it! That's okay, because someday a very lucky person is going to barge into your life and make you smile!!!

Myspace Quizzes

What Are You Most Attracted To?

You're Looking for Brains
Your cerebral ways tend to be lost on a lot of people, but not someone equally as smart as you are. Your guy/girl needs to be as well versed in ''The New York Times,'' classical literature, and sociological theories as you are in order to have stimulating conversation. Just make sure you know that there is more beyond the books that you might be missing out on-- it's important to pick your head up from those pages from time to time and see what else is out there.

Love-Friendship Quizzes

Ultimate Ozzy Osbourne Quiz

You Know Your Ozzy
WOW!!!! Either you cheated or you really know your Ozzy. You rock and keep on ROCKIN!!

Myspace Quizzes

Test ur Vampire IQ

Real deal
So either your a nerd and learned a lot about vamps or u claim to be one!

Myspace Quizzes

What 'Nightmare Before Christmas' Character are You?

Jack Skellington
You are the Pumpkin King of Halloween Town and all things that go bump in the night. You don't like doing the same thing over and over again and are always looking for something new. You are confident and love Christmas!

Myspace Quizzes

2009-11-13T03:41:00.000-08:00

I finally watched the entire EMA awards
Of course I was only paying attention to Tokio Hotel, but I'm starting to like U2 and Green Day
I always thought they were cool but now I think they're really cool
Katy Perry didn't say anything horrible about Tokio Hotel
Her grudge of them when they beat her at the last EMAs seems to have faded, for now or for publicity's sake
Cinema Bizarre wasn't there, even though it was Berlin, Germany
They should have been.

Marilyn Manson isn't attending any award shows nowadays
He's going back underground, to his roots
I don't care one bit, whether he gets 10 awards or none at all, he's still the best musician and lyricist ever in my book
And I love him for his music, and I always will, not how much press coverage he receives
They only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

I didn't go to the Necessary Stage today
I had to wait at home for the stupid M1 person to come with my new SIM card
But he or she isn't even here yet, which is very annoying
But I guess, I deserve it for losing my phone
So now I'm just sitting here with almost nothing to do

I actually slept right in front of Mr Toh during emath and he didn't say anything
I'm used to math teachers giving up on me so I don't mind
Fart and I planned on going to McDonalds for breakfast today after Emath
And then we saw Sarvena so we asked her to come along as well
Fart's such a pedo, she was eyeing little kids
Kids are so gross, such Krises

I'm reading five books a week, and watching all the movies I can possibly watch
It helps with my writing, and Literature
I am going to get the A1 even if I die
My full-length play has been completed, the plot and everything
I haven't beta-d it, and I don't believe in beta-reading your own work
Unless of course I keep away from it for a week and then come back, which I will

I just completed Season 1 of The L Word
That show's just the best, and Shane, Shane's one of the most adorable characters ever
I already watched Season 2 of it up till Episode 11 but I can't find the last 2 episodes
I told myself I wouldn't watch Season 3 until I completed Season 2, but now, I guess I have no choice
Not that I mind, in fact I already know what goes on in Season 2 Episodes 12 and 13

2009-11-12T02:30:00.000-08:00

I want to visit Las Vegas when I turn 21

Even though there are the shows and all, I don't see the use in going there before I am 21 because then I won't be able to get into the casinos

Sure, there's Criss Angel and Celine Dion and all the shows, but still

Highly depressing, I like Criss Angel

He's like a mixture of a rockstar and Harry Houdini, very cool

Still, Los Angeles is where all the struggling artists go to try and make it

And I will be one of those struggling artists one day

Yes I will struggle, I told myself I have to suffer for at least one year of my life

And I will suffer because if I don't suffer, I'm screwed as a Director/Producer/Screenwriter

Big dreams, Nishan, big dreams

Sometimes I forget i'm 15.

2009-11-11T00:32:00.001-08:00

Emath in the morning was so horrible
I made a bet with Fart, she's funny
If I don't win it I have to get her 10 Kinder Buenos
That woman was talking about Mcdonalds all through Emath
While I, like the good student I am, did whatever scheisse on my paper I understood, gave up on the rest, and slept
Emath was useless actually

Spent the rest of the day with Ger at the Gym downstairs

I missed her, alot, but now I can see her again

I forced her to run, aren't I amazing

We lifted weights, I can actually lift weights, I love it

So we lifted weights and watched TV and started talking

Her dog Jack is almost exactly like Nuggets, the same age, the same, outlook in life
They both eat and sleep all day
And sleep wherever and whenever they want to
Nuggets is sleeping on the sofa right now
What am I supposed to do, sometimes they're just too cute to be mean to

I watched Jennifer's Body
The movie was hot and Megan Fox was hot
I have screenwriting knowledge so I can say the plot was weak and the characters were not developed
What I mean is, they had no depth, no wonder the movie made so little
And, Saw should just have stopped after Jigsaw died
Now, its just blood, not that I mind.

But Jigsaw was a nice old man.
Intelligent, and sad in a way
He was played by a good actor, a really good actor.
If I turn out like that when I turn 60, I won't really mind
I mean, killing people, who would mind?
I don't really need to kill people to drink blood though, it loses its charm one they're dead.

Not everything loses it's charm once its dead, just look at me.
Anyway, I guess anybody who knows me will know
That I really, love pain sometimes, emotional pain or otherwise

I have already died, can you blame me?

Haha, I knew it, Siti posted my reply on her blog

She finds my eccentricity humorous, i'll bite her one day

I'm about 5 minutes late for math tuition

I should wait another 15, I didn't what to go in the first place

Mother was the one who put me in tuition, not me

Its math, the worst creature alive

Even if were dead it would probably come back to haunt me

I'll haunt it back, assholes.

2009-11-05T22:54:00.000-08:00

Figure the language out first if you want to read this because it's not for everybody.

Aceasta a fost de trei ani şi încă nu am terminat cu tine iubitoare. Dacă sunteţi jenat. , atunci este vina ta proprii pentru a fi atât de pretentios. Niciodată nu se va opri gândesc la tine, dar aceasta nu înseamnă că mi-am dorit să fim împreună cu tine. I într-adevăr, din partea de jos a inimii mele doresc pentru tine de a iubi pe altcineva pentru că eu sunt bolnav de aşteptare. Mai voi doi muri.

Se pare că unii oameni din lume cred că nimic nu fac ei pot răni mine. Şi dacă ai fi cunoscut pe mine pentru mult timp v-ar şti cine mă refer la momentul Intotdeauna mi-am spus "unii oameni". Te iubesc, să înţeleagă că mai întâi. Du-te la dracu.

2009-11-04T03:35:00.000-08:00

I hate kids.

2009-11-03T05:11:00.000-08:00

Bill's voice here is so, I can't find an adjective that would do him justice
It's so low and sexy, but then so beautiful
It makes me love him even more
He's too breathtaking to be real.

I've probaly watched this video ten times but still...

Anyway, the day was ruined by Amath, as usual

I went as close to a Mosque as I think I would ever get in my life, since I was waiting for Siti, Ratna and Fart

And then took the long bus ride on Bus 51 to Jurong East with Ratna

We looked at the houses along the way

They were all so nice but still, I will not keep quiet until I get my 37 bedroom castle.

I finally finished The Accidental Vampire, and I got started on Weddings From Hell

The Accidental Vampire was a complete rip off of Twilight, which is so annoying

What am I saying, it was completely brilliant but still, it was a rip off

My dad is buying me a lot of books, too many

But I don't mind, since I don't want to become an nut during the Holidays

Have I gotten started on Holiday Homework? A little.

Well, no, but still, its not the last week yet.

2009-11-02T00:52:00.000-08:00

Most of the time, if not all the time, it's other people who don't understand
I've learnt to live with all that, so I'm used to it

I'm the only one I have, so it matters to me when I don't understand

And it's times like these when I want to give up and have it all just end

But then I remember what Gerard Way said

He said "There was a moment in my life when I really wanted to kill myself. And there was one other moment when I was close to that. . . . But even in my most jaded times, I had some hope."

But now isn't not one of those times is it

2009-10-31T07:07:00.000-07:00

I had this song as the ringtone to my phone for so long
Honestly, the reason I'm not entirely crazy about the fact that today, October 31st, is Halloween
Is because for me, every day in the year is already like Halloween
So basically, the name is all it is

And the fact that the mortals in the world are filling it with the dark, depressing stuff I actually like today

And the fact that finally, they sell nice stuff in all the stores

I still go around talking to ghosts, and dressing like I just died every other day.

But still, for the mortals,

Happy Halloween

Trick or trick, my treats are not worthy of you all...

We will let you go now

May you all have a not so ghastly year ahead

You wish.

2009-10-31T02:21:00.000-07:00

Sure, I didn't dress up as a vampire or even wear fangs
But the fact that for the first time, I watched Michael on a huge screen made this one of the best Halloweens ever.
I never doubted the fact that he was brilliant, and he is.
He performs with such passion and drive
I wish I had that kind of passion for the things I do

I wish they would have shown the 45 degree lean during Smooth Criminal, or the moonwalk during Billie Jean but I don't mind that they didn't.
And his soul is so pure
He knows how to work people, to make them work harder not for him but for themselves
And he's so loving
He's one in a million
Long live the king, I love you Michael.

I never doubted Adam's talent as well
And this song just shows what an amazing artist he is
It's got the perfect blend of his sexiness and his voice
His voice itself is just breathtaking.

And if his first single's already this good, imagine the rest of his Album.
He's set for stardom.

The Angklung performances were fine

I played chess with Sheeraja, and well, she beat me

Also today, we went for the ELDDs blackbox Seven Deadly Sins

We missed Lust and Wrath, which are my favorite sins apart from Envy

But the show was epic

Everyone, including Fart and Renee were awesome actors.

So mother went to meet Ms Shakina today

I didn't go along because I didn't want to

I mean, I don't care about my rights anymore, let them do whatever they want

The report book comments described me as an articulate person, of course, I am very articulate

Most of the time

Failed three subjects for the overall, and Amath is my worst subject, I knew it

Whatever, screw Amath

I want to drop it by next year anyway

I'm more concerned about the fact that I got a B3 for Literature which to me is the worst absolute crap in the world.

I want an A1, I don't care.

Father doesn't know what people learn for Amath

So he asked me, and when I tried to explain to him he still didn't get it

I don't blame him, I spent one year being explained to and I still don't get it

Sometimes, mother is really funny.

Mother: Today I explained to your father the difference between Amath and Emath and finally he knows what it means. Don't confuse him any more.

She's scolding Nuggets now, serves him right

It's raining, very heavily, with lighting and thunder

I love it

It's the perfect weather for, kissing

Alright, I don't know what's wrong with me but it really is

2009-10-28T02:19:00.000-07:00

Adam looks so hot here at the this is It Premiere

And his just released Album cover is, epic

He looks so pretty and godly and hot and everything at the same time

I can't wait for November 23rd.

And Bill says he would dress up as Marilyn Manson for Halloween

I love both of them so much

Can Bill get more adorable

Georg wants to be Ozzy Osbourne

Ozzy and Marilyn are both so cool.

2009-10-27T03:56:00.000-07:00

Chapter 8.

"What are the qualities that you find most attractive in a guy?" A face formed in his head, breaking through the fog slowly. It was pleading.

"Adam, it hurts..."

"Mr Lambert?"

"What? Oh, yeah I think my new album will come out sometime after the tour ends. We're working on some tunes now and its-"

"Mr Lambert, that wasn't the question." He looked at the young lady in front of him with the microphone. The sickening sensation of embarrassment slowly creeped through him and he felt nauseous. He stammered.

"It, wasn't?"

"Cut, we're done with this interview." Joe stepped forward and grabbed Adam's shoulder, shaking, him out of his obliviousness. The interviewer protested. but Joe shook her off, ready to pull Adam away.

"It's my first day on the job, please, just one more question."

"No, this man isn't ready for one more anything." Adam stood still, refusing to budge. Joe turned and glared at him.

"Adam, come on."

"No, Joe. It's her first day." Joe stopped for a while, and then relented. He stepped towards the young lady and put on a fatherly accent.

"What's your name, dear?"

"Janice."

"Well Janice, look, Adam here isn't in the right mood today. We're going to do the interview a bit later but I promise we'll get it done. I'll call Buzznet up and tell them what happened. Is that okay?"

"I guess so."

"Thank you, dear. Now, if you'll excuse us." Joe grabbed Adam by the elbow and pulled him out of the room, closing the door behind them as they reached the corridor. He looked around and pulled Adam into the fire escape. It was windy, but that's all Adam knew. Everything else was like a blur to him.

Joe was about seven inches shorter than Adam, but his voice could intimidate even the bravest of people. Such was the authority of the manager, in his forties. But he spoke with a gentle, calming voice that immediately took Adam in.

"Look, Adam. You haven't told us, but we know what's going on with you and Bill. I just wanted you to know, we all love Bill and we love that you two are a pair now. In fact we think its the best decision you've made since breaking up with Drake. But you've been distracted all morning and I can't help but to think something's up." He looked at Adam's eyes. They were wet.

"What is it? Adam, you can tell me."

"No, it's, it's nothing. Can we go back to the hotel?"

"Adam. I've known you since Wicked. I know "Nothing" doesn't make you cry." There was a slight pause. The wind blew past them.

"He's hurt."

"What?"

Adam couldn't take it any more. He wanted to scream, to cry out the way Bill must have cried out when he was being tortured in that room. He couldn't stand being here when miles away, his true love was hurting in a bed.

"HE'S FUCKING HURT. HE'S FUCKING HURT AND I COULDN'T SAVE HIM. I WASN'T THERE FOR HIM AND NOW...," his voice faltered, "and now, he's dying and I don't know if..., if he's okay, and...". Adam grabbed onto the railing for support.

Joe looked at the floor for a while before gently putting a hand on Adam's back, wanting to console him but not knowing if it was okay. Adam wept silently, still clutching the railing.

"We'll go back to the hotel, Adam and when we get there, I'm bringing you up to his room."

2009-10-27T02:35:00.000-07:00

Adam, as a vampire

Glampire, omg hot.

His fangs, I want him to bite me so bad

When I grow up, I want to be a vampire

Nosferatu's so cute, he's such a funny vampire

I think I like him more than Edward Cullen, or Lestat

Ignore my tagboard for now

Lol, today was funny

Match made Sarvena with one of Fart's friends, it was priceless.

Fart is pining for my love on twitter and here-.-

And Sarvena's a loser, she should grow up

The Runescape message for today is Happy Halloween

Its so appropriate

2009-10-25T06:08:00.000-07:00

Mother, Father, I would love it if you two would stop fighting. Father, don't be depressed and mother, please stop pissing father off.

Buds today was so nice, after so long.

2009-10-24T09:05:00.001-07:00

I love this animation, the Kiwi bird thing is so adorable
It nailed the trees vertically, and then jumped off the cliff because it wanted to feel how it would be to fly, so cute
The writing seminar today was epic cool
I don't regret going for it at all, in fact it was one of the nicest things I ever done in my life
I learnt, so much, and of course I was inspired like hell as well

So the instructor in the seminar was Woon Chet Choon, who is the president of the Singapore Screenwriters Association and he's written for films and TV
Basically he's one of the coolest people i've ever met
He goes to LA and Hollywood to pitch screenplays and work with other writers
And he's working with some of them on a horror film
He is where I want to be seven years from now

Okay so now I know the basics or writing and story structure and all that
I mean, I'm glad to know the way i've been writing my stories and plays wasn't wrong all these while
My attempts on the full length one are starting to look a little hopeless
I guess, I'm not yet good enough to be like one of those writers who can finish a play in two days
But I will finish this one, one day

They talked about musicals as well
I was listening but I doubt i'll ever compose a musical
I guess I can write the story line and dialogue and plot
I can play music, but I cannot write music to save my life

Anyway, I'm watching Cinema Bizarre videos
Speaking of bands, the Tokio Hotel Buzzworthy interview was so...touching with Bill says he wants a soulmate
I would gladly love to be his of course
I love the Strify+Yu pairing, but in the Cinema Bizarre Calendar videos, Kiro and Strify are spending way too much time together
Well, I don't really mind.

Zehra's gone now
Everyone's going.
I guess, after a while you get used to the fact
I have to, i'll be leaving one day won't I.

2009-10-23T01:42:00.000-07:00

Today was like many other days

And, I'll say it again

Sometimes, I hate my race so much I feel so horrible.

But only sometimes, most of the time I don't even care

But after school, I thought Jie'r how to do eye makeup to make her eyes look bigger

I was so happy that I wrote a 10 page long play

But then I researched how long scripts were supposed to be, and they're supposed to be 140 pages long for a full length play

I told Rosie I wanted to do backstage stuff for the Rebellion play and she said she was glad to have me, and also said I was missed because I didn't come for a long time, which was so nice of her

I didn't do well for the end of years so I'm not letting myself audition for a role

I guess, you don't really think about death until you're faced with it
And today, Me, Jie'r and Si hui saw a life ending in front of us
I mean, he was just a pigeon but it was still a life, and we named him Bobby
But he was dying, and twitching, and we couldn't just leave him there alone with no one.
We spent about 50 minutes there by the road trying to get him to eat or drink something, and shading him from the sun

He twitched, and tried to fly and everything but nothing happened
And he faltered so badly
But my heart only broke, really into two when I saw a tear come out of that poor pigeon's eyes
And I realized how much pain he must have been in
He tried to fly but every time he just, nothing happened.

We brought it back to school to get help
And bloody hell, we got the least amount of help we could have gotten
They sent us to wash our hands and just put Bobby in some box
We don't care if we get bird flu, if we did we wouldn't have been trying to help
I just didn't want to see Bobby die.

They took Bobby away in a box
And now I don't know what has happened to him
If he's alive, or gone, or if he's still in pain
We tried out best, but I guess our best wasn't good enough to save him
I just hope we gave him something he probably never got, which is love from people.

2009-10-22T03:18:00.000-07:00

Today didn't go as badly as I thought it would

Share a Thought wasn't perfect, but I loved it

Yes, I went in front of the whole school and acted as a doofus doctor with a platypus

But I liked it.

I hated the results

I failed four, I love my life, seriously

Of course, I don't care that I failed Amath and Emath

Since when did I care about math

I studied so much for Biology, and I even sacrificed studying for Emath, and yet

But still, Art

I wanted to pass art so badly, but in the end.

I worked so hard for the painting

Art means a lot to me, and yet I failed

I don't want to drop art

I didn't get a distinction for Literature like I wanted

But I guess, I'm alright with it

English was disappointing

Although, Combined Sciences and Combined Humanities made everything better

And I passed Tamil, for once in my life

I won't say I didn't work hard enough

Because I studied really hard, bloody hell

I don't need to worry about retaining

I'm not okay now, but I guess I will be

I feel better it's all over

2009-10-21T00:34:00.000-07:00

Mansions are so cool

And once I move out of Singapore for good and earn my first $10 million, the first thing I will buy is a mansion

Sort of like Edward Scissorhands, only I will have real hands, not Scissorhands

As attractive as Scissorhands seem to me, I think I would rather not

I'm watching Edward Scissorhands now of course

And Edward is such a poor thing, but such an adorable character

All of Tim Burton's characters are so lovable

If only I could come up with characters like that.

2009-10-20T21:15:00.001-07:00

I'm in such love
With the song, with the video, with Adam

This is so epic, and his voice is epic, and the movie is going to be epic.

He's so talented it's not even funny

I'm so proud of him

Adam Lambert pebbles.

2009-10-20T20:41:00.001-07:00

Normally, I prefer the uncensored versions of songs
But this time, I like the censored version of Arma-goddamn-motherfuckin-geddon
The fading out in the chorus, I wonder why I have never heard that before
The music video is classic Marilyn Manson as well.
For the "Antichrist Superstar" video he replaced the Swastika in the Nazi symbol with a lighting bolt, but now he replaced it with a Money Sign.
Like $.

Oh, I got Ratna into the world of European music
And now she likes Cinema Bizarre
Of course, even though American Music and European music cannot be compared
Sometimes I think European music is more, soulful and less mainstream
And also more sophisticated
But I don't know how to describe it properly, you have to listen to it yourself to find out.

Adam's album is going to be named "For Your Entertainment"
And the Details magazine photoshoot was so heterosexual, but so hot.
The model was so lucky
And the names of his songs, "Strut" omg
Adam just confirmed the fact that he's working with Lady Gaga

The magnitude of this collaboration is, huge

And also, yesterday me and Siti shopped at Jurong Point

And omg, I bought glow in the dark stars

Which were so pretty, but after I realized they only glowed for about 5 minutes, I felt cheated

But anyway, I bought more Jack Skellington stuff

Which is so cool, because the shopkeeper completely understood my pain that its hard to find NIghtmare before Christmas merchandise in Singapore.

2009-10-17T08:20:00.000-07:00

Talk with your hips.

Miyavi +Kai

"...and you can't talk for the rest of the day."

"What? NO. I have a photo shoot!"

"Then you should have thought of your photo shoot before getting a sore throat. Now, no more talking if you want to continue with your tour. You can say your last word now."

"Dammit."

"F my Life" he thought, his third day in America and he already was sick. Miyavi hunched over in the chair and started fiddling with his nail polish while the doctor left with a prescription of a drug addict's dream on the table. He wasn't going to take any of those, he was Miyavi, and Miyavi does not swallow pills. He heard footsteps and his bodyguard came into the room.

"You're going to be posing with another guy. The photographer wanted a Yaoi theme to this one. Shall I send the guy in so you can meet him?" Miyavi gave him a thumbs up. He closed his eyes again and went back to dreaming. He heard the heavy footsteps go, and then lighter ones come back in, and the door closing.

"Miyavi?" He opened his eyes and turned around in the chair to stare at the guy that just came in. He was about 5 Feet 8, with blackish hair that covered half his face. The face was ivory white, beautiful eyes, no makeup at all but still, it was the most gorgeous face he had seen. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, with a sweater over it with the words "The Gazette".

"I'm Kai. I will be posing with you. They said you couldn't talk today." Miyavi shook himself, what the hell was he doing? He was used to seeing hot guys. He nodded to a chair opposite him, and Kai sat down on it.

"That's a lot of medicine". Miyavi nodded, still staring. Kai was looking down at the floor, as if the carpet intrigued him, before he moved his eyes up to look back. Miyavi felt a jolt in his stomach, and moved his gaze to the wall instead, not paying any attention to the awkward silence that was so loud.

"Do you want to, practice?" Kai wanted to practice.

"For, the shoot...its, yaoi." Miyavi nodded too fast. Kai stood up from his chair, and moved closer. Miyavi stood up as well. He was a bit taller than Kai, would that make Kai the women in the relationship? Shut up, why was he thinking about that?

"I think we have to get, closer." Miyavi was a doll, he would do anything Kai told me him. He moved two steps nearer, until he could feel Kai's hot breath on him. He was shaking, they both were shaking. Miyavi spoke.

"Do we, do you want to kiss?" Didn't he have a sore throat? He wasn't supposed to speak, but he had to speak, his voice even sounded better when he was sick. Kai looked up, surprised. He felt Miyavi's hand move behind his back and he spoke again.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

2009-10-17T06:20:00.000-07:00

I meant to post about two days ago but I wasn't feeling like anything

But, the exams have ended, not big news anymore.

First thing I did after the History paper was to turn around and look at Sham's reaction

Which was so funny, and I started laughing, and William started laughing

And we couldn't stop laughing until we reached class

No more F-ing my life during every single paper and crying like hell the night before

But yes, the papers have ended.

I don't feel like anything now, but I feel like doing this

But doing this won't give any justice to the fact that Friday was an epic day

Friday was the outing with the S2Bs at Zehra's condo.

Well, we met up at Orchard with most of us being late

And then took a bus to her condo

Some souls went out in the sun to swim, and the rest including me stayed out of the sun

And then, played pool

Or rather, fooled around the pool table

And then, we tried to rehearse for the Share A Thought skit

Which didn't go as well as I wanted it to

People started to leave after rehearsing, so a few people were left, and we had nothing to do so we played spin the bottle

And then, a crazy truth or dare thing where Afiqah pole and chair danced, and, Zehra revealed something interesting.

Then the four of us went to Zehra's house to watch House of Wax

When I die, I want to be covered with wax and be turned into a wax sculpture before being put in my coffin.

And when it was 9 at night, home.

I don't mind saying it again, I love S2B.

Except for the fact that I got $10 more in money packets than last year, and I got to see grandmother and grandfather after two weeks

Got woken up by Grandmother today.

I don't know how she can wake up at 5, cook for 20 people, and then take the train just to come to my house and put oil on my head.

Of course I bathed and washed it all off

But I still love her for doing that.

Today pretty much was gayshit

Got the usual questions from the relatives

"How did you do for the exams?" "Which Junior College do you want to go into", "What do you want to be"

Of course, I had to lie and answered, "Good." "Catholic Junior College" and, "Accountant".

Anything besides those answers, and they won't be happy

I don't believe they would understand anything I want to do

I don't care if they understand or not, I don't mind doing this alone

But still, I have a cousin who might understand my pain

He's way more indian than me

Not indian as hell, just more indian than me.

And he knows how it feels to have pressure put on you because they lost hope in everyone else.

Something good today was this conversation in the car with mother.

We were at the Car Wash because she thought the car was dirty

Well, it was dirty but not as dirty as I thought she thought it was dirty

Mother: I don't understand why people with cars that are not dirty come here. Their cars are shining.

Me: But your car shines also.

*As if on cue, an insect crawls across the windscreen on the outside*

Mother: *Point at the insect* You see.

2009-10-12T02:51:00.000-07:00

Bill is so adorable at 3:18 with his "Forget it, mum!"
His expression is priceless
I'm irrevocably in love with him
And the album Humanoid
Sure, they used playback for two concerts
But they sing live now, and this is why I love them

Amath was effing gayshit
I don't really care about Amath
I hate it
Now that its over with, I'll concentrate on the rest of the subjects
Including Emath
Although, Emath is really at the bottom of my list of importance.

2009-10-10T23:15:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to be studying Chemistry
And being very hardworking
But, I got distracted, and depresssed, by the fact that my handwriting is worse on the computer than it is on paper

So I googled "What does untidy handwriting mean" and this site I found made my life better
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070322142712AAe586D

I shall quote from the comments.

"First. If your handwriting is messy, you are a happy person.
2. You have a short attention span, but love details.
3. You were bored during your early education because the classes were too easy.
4. Do you really want to hear this? You have hang ups! Don't let that bother you though because we all do!
Have a good life and don't ever let 'em know your sweat'n.
Author2go"

I have no idea what hang ups are, but the rest is true
I went to search them on urbandictionary.com
And hang ups are "emotional difficulties or inhibitions"

I also hated Kindergarten and Primary School, waste of my life

It's also true I have a short attention span, or I won't be doing this and I would be studying Chemistry instead

Also,

"Two things:
(1) You knew early on that a tidy handwriting is the sign of long hours wasted on homework...

(2) You have a good memory, which allows you to recall most of the things you penned down, no matter how messy your notes are. Thus you are not under immense pressure to improve your writing."

and

"Anyway, I think people who write messy handwriting are busy people, a little bit perfectionist or organized (not in writing), want to achieve more or ambitious, knowledgeable in many subjects, hardworking, industrious, a leader, semi-outgoing but friendly, intelligent and smart."

This one here also makes sense

"What it means is that you are a person walking a very fine line between sanity and insanity. One little push and you could become the most prolific serial killer the world has and possibly may ever know. Good luck."

I wouldn't mind being Jack the Ripper's prodigy

It would mean I could do whatever I want and never be caught
Still, I feel better about my handwriting now

Also, I heard that singapore flags should be disposed of in a dignified manner

And one such way, IS TO BURN THEM

Which means that if I go around burning singapore flags during national day next year, nobody can do anything to me because it's not against the law

2009-10-09T08:52:00.000-07:00

Billdam Fic

Chapter 5

The shortest night he ever had was made the best by the fact that he was sleeping with the most beautiful man in the world on his chest. It was the first time in a long while since Adam hadn't woken up in the middle of the night with dreams of cameras flashing in his face, half-covered faces snapping pictures of him without knowing but not this night, the first night Bill and him spent with one another. It was perfect.

Adam opened his eyes and closed them, blinded by the sun. The air was still chilly from last night. He wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't want the night to end, but he felt Bill stirring. The younger man pushed himself slowly up and off Adam's chest so he could look at Adam properly. Yes it was Adam. It was Adam Lambert.

"Morning, love." Adam slid himself up so he could lean his back on the wall of his bunk and kissed his lover on the lips. He was about to pull away when Bill leaned in even closer, and smiled into the kiss.

"Not yet, I want to continue from last night”. Adam wasted no time in letting his freckled arms snake around Bill's waist, gentle at first, helping him climb up Adam's torso so he was an inch or two above Adam. He caressed Bill’s warm body slowly, feeling his curves underneath his shirt, while not breaking the kiss. Bill's lips moved apart, his tongue begging for entrance. Their mouths locked and re-locked, never completely leaving one another before Bill eventually slid his tongue into Adam's pleading mouth.

He could feel Bill's tongue ring brush against his lower lip as he explored his mouth, sliding over his teeth before meeting Adam's own tongue. The feeling of cold metal against his teeth was not something Adam was used to, but it was not unpleasant either. He lifted Bill's shirt up slightly and traced the line of his hip to his belt buckle, paying extra attention to the marks the star tattoo left on his soft skin before reaching to undo his jeans.

Bill felt Adam fumbling with his belt and leaned back, pausing to do it by himself. Adam threw it to the floor, along with both their shirts. The jewelry Adam still had on from the show was cold from the air, and was like ice on both their skin. No one had bothered to turn on the heater. Bill reached back and took them off, letting it fall on Adam's lap while he buried his hands in Adam's hair and pulled him as close as they could possibly get.

Adam nudged Bill over so he could be on top, and reached for his belt from the floor. He knew how to work it now, and strapped Bill's wrists behind his back to subdue him so he could have the young frontman all to himself. Adam shifted his lips downwards to cover Bill’s neck with hickeys, stopping only once to listen to the restrained singer moaning softly, and moved his finger down Bill's chest and stomach, tracing the line he made with his mouth. He followed the wet trail back up again to stare at his lover’s eyes, now dark pools of chocolate and whispered into his ear,

"I really want you, Bill."

He shivered as Adam’s warm breath touched his skin and replied in short gasps.

“So do I, Adam,”

2009-10-09T04:04:00.000-07:00

I activated my Facebook to find a quiz

Because I'm bored right now and it's a Friday night.

And then of course, I deactivated it again

I refuse to keep my Facebook

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you

1. I really do drink blood, just not as often as I'd like to. Of course I only take blood from one person.

2. I hate to go out except for things pertaining to theatre and with people I like. If I do go out, I prefer it to be by myself. I have everything I need at home anyway.

3. First thing I notice about people are their fingernails. I don't like ugly fingernails. Nice fingernails are hot.

4. I don't like colors. They're disturbing, they disturb my eyes. I prefer to be in a world where everything is black.

5. I like The Amanda Show, and All That, and Kenan and Kel.

6. I love potatoes. I will eat anything with potatoes because potatoes make the world a better place.

7. Marilyn Manson is very, very important to me. He is one of my loved ones and when people insult him, I get really pissed. Of course if it's by accident I don't really mind, but I'll bash you if you say anything bad about him.

8. I have an unusual obsession with The Nightmare Before Christmas.

9. I want a video camera. A proper one so I can start filming my scripts. And then I would require actors as well. But, I will have to wait for Christmas.

10. The song I can play best on my keyboard would be Intermission by Panic! at the Disco.

11. I brush my fingernails everyday. I take better care of them then I take care of my teeth.

12. I look at mirrors but I don't look into them because I'm scared of what I might see.

13. Apart from the bloody school uniform, I only wear black.

14. I like defying authority.

15. I enjoy it when singers use vibrato in their singing, especially when classic rock singers like Freddie do it.

16. I'm very superstitious. I got it from my father, he's very superstitious as well.

17. I like Red Wine better than any other alcohol. Not because it's anti-aging, it just tastes stronger and more distinct.

18. I said I like potatoes before, but I shall elaborate. Potatoes are the best vegetables on earth. French fries don't do them enough justice. If I every marry, the person has to have full experience with cooking with potatoes.

19. I love Germany. I love Germany so much, that if there was a war between Germany and the rest of the world, I would be on Germany's side.

20. I love bats.

21. I cry a lot. I cry in front of people, but i cry more when I'm by myself.

22. I only believed in love at first sight, but part of me is afraid of getting too close to people for fear that I might fall for them. I've only completely fallen for someone once ever.

23. If I had an idol, it would be Death. It ends people's misery, makes them cry, everyone waits for it, many people fear it, it rules their lives, and they all get it.

24. I, like my dad, want to go to the Himalayas when I'm old and I retire, and sit there. And of course, meditate.

25. I believe in true love.

I signed up for the Writing a Story workshop on October 24th
I wanted to sign up for Haresh Sigma's Bitesize: Introduction to Playwriting workshop
I remember meeting him once while Volunteering for Past Caring
I thought he was so cool, but scary, but very nice
Still, I really wanted to go for the workshop but unfortunately the website says "Children below the age of 16 shall not be admitted.".

Hello excuse me
No. 1, I am not to be classified under "Children"
I am very mature for my age thank your very much, Kns
And No. 2, age does not matter in art
And writing is an art
So of course I'm pissed

2009-10-08T05:34:00.001-07:00

Glamberts for the win

Ratna and I both love Rachel Ray and found her toasting walnuts very funny

So I watched Rachel Ray today

As I do most of the time, and she is so cute I swear, and, she can cook, and, she's hot

She was toasting walnuts for dinner

Which was very wrong because she kept saying "Nuts" and then the oven and the oils and god knows what

But still, I'm in love with her

In fact, I would marry her if she wasn't married

2009-10-07T05:57:00.001-07:00

The above video made me and Sham almost die laughing during Chem yesterday
I've watched the The Glass Menagerie movie so many times many times and it is one of the most excellent pieces of low-budget crap I've seen in a very long time
It's good thing because the book itself is made to be crap, so they adapted it onto screen very well

I want to get a distinction for Literature badly

But since, she came, it's been virtually impossible

English Paper 1 was like many other English paper 1s
I chose the topic Charisma so I wrote about a woman who went around in every city and convinced people to kill themselves to redeem themselves and be forgiven for their sins
Sinning one last time to rid themselves of all the sins they've sinned
My protagonist was an antagonist, but she was female
Like Kahu in The Whale Rider
But I hate Kahu. I like Nanny Flowers much better

And for Tamil I chose the topic "Describe a person you want to meet"
Of course, I could only write about one person
I wrote about Marilyn Manson
Maybe he shall inspire the marker of the paper like he has inspired me
And I'll get good marks for Tamil, for once

Well that was what I hoped for the last time

Ms Shalini was coming and reading what I wrote and I swear she was laughing
I was scared she would see all the BS I wrote so I wrote on my draft paper first so I could copy it down on the real paper when she went away
And then she asked me what I was doing
So I told her I was drafting, and she laughed again
The two weirdos Niveetha and Sarv were drawing during the paper-.-

But what do they expect when they give us to much time and they know we get bored of Tamil easily

Anyway I didn't sleep at all last night but I slept today.

From 5 till 8 and now I'm tired again.

I miss watching The Nanny

I have a sad life.

2009-10-05T05:20:00.001-07:00

No I am not alive
I've finished dying so now.
But I exist because I am not yet dead, but I would die to be alive.
The correct term would be that I fell into a hole
The deepest darkest hole in the ocean, and I made people dig it even deeper and then fell into it

But I do not glitter in the sun, unfortunately.
Victoria's Secret is having a sale on shimmer lotion but I do not want it.
I prefer to shimmer in the sun naturally.
I know I'm a nutcase, but final years are in two days
Which gives me every right to be a nutcase~

And, if I say I hate singapore
I mean it, I hate singapore
I will not stay here, wtf no.
You can ask me all the questions you want, no matter how stupid my reply is
I'll leave everything, friends, family, lover to get out of this hellhole
I said it and i'll say it again right now, I hate singapore

Say what you want, that my dreams are illusions
And I am living in them like Amanda does but i'll tell you first, right now
I'll die for those dreams
And once I do, I promise you I'll give you the horrible death you deserve for calling my dreams illusions.

I'll personally come over to your house with a chainsaw and an army of the dead and then i'll see how much you revere your freedom of speech.

Fuck you

2009-10-03T00:00:00.000-07:00

I would make it clear that rap is not at the top of my list
And I respect very few rappers and R&B artists
People like Mariah Carey,Usher, Ne-Yo, Fergie, Kanye West, Rihanna and Chris Brown can all go to hell for all I care
But I respect a few of them.

I respect Beyonce because her music is good, and she has accomplished a lot
I don't know her but from what I've seen of her, she is a nice person
I am far from wanting to be like her, and I don't idolize her either, but I'm glad she's around
I respect Timbaland also because he's an excellent musician
He is an excellent producer after all

And Janet Jackson and Michael Jackson have my respect of course
They deserve all the respect they can and cannot get
Justin Timberlake has my respect but he would have more if his songs weren't all about finding hot girls and stuff
I have nothing against finding hot girls but still,
His songs don't make me feel better about my sad life, or other people about their sad lives

I used to hate Eminem
And when he insulted Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey I was so pissed
I wasn't pissed that he insulted Mariah Carey, I was only pissed he insulted Nick Cannon
I used to watch the Nick Cannon Show on Nickelodeon, good times...
But still.
Eminem speaks the truth and puts meaning into his songs and put his songs out there
I respect anybody who does that regardless of whether their music is good or not

Anyway, I'm going off to pressurize Xue Ling into doing extremely well for English~

I want everybody to do well for English and Literature

And the Chemistry Paperclip Clan are going to do well for all our Sciences, including Chem

2009-10-01T05:55:00.000-07:00

The video title is perfect for the person this fanvideo is for
One of the youtube comments in another video said

"I have listened to Manson for 16 years and I can tell you that this new album reminds me of the old days and his performance was awesome at Mayhem this year. I was not impressed with the show I saw in 2007, depression and drug use can affect one's performance, his voice is back and so is his fire... HE HAS TWIGGY BACK GUYS THEY MADE THIS BAND WHAT IT IS TODAY!!!"

He's been making music for longer than I am old.
I have almost no clue how his old music was because I only started listening to him when i was 10
But still.

I'm scared, for art.
I'm horrible at art, I know
If I don't do well this year, i'll be asked to drop it
And I don't want to drop it.
Not just art, I need to do well for the final years, badly.
And I need to improve in Emath, and Bio

I'm so scared, I'm starting to work hard.
I don't want to retain.

2009-09-29T04:03:00.000-07:00

The MansonArmy is at peace again.
The illness tried to ruin Marilyn Manson but failed
He has a clean bill of health now.
If anyone out there thinks they can get to Marilyn Manson by insulting him, or his fans
Fuck you, he's beaten H1N1, he can beat anything.

School is horrible except of course for Literature and English, and History

And of course, I love Amath and Emath-.-

But still, Bio-ism is terrible
And it's only made worse because of that person
That person's such an asshole, seriously

I am aware that my Facebook profile does not show up when you type my name into the search box
But contrary to popular belief, I have not died or fallen into a hole.
I decided I won't use Facebook, or Neopets, or Runescape until the exams are over
But of course, I can't live without Twitter and The Dark Alleyway, and this blog so I still have them
But I don't miss Facebook, at all.

2009-09-26T07:14:00.001-07:00

Billdam Fic

Chapter 1

"Adam"

"Yeah?" The taller, raven-haired man turned to look at his production manager for the European leg of their tour. They were in Germany now, Berlin, for their only show in Germany. Adam loved this place, everything about it. Brad and him always talked about coming here together but, that never happened. Still, the place was nice and he was going to be performing to all his beautiful German fans, and that was all that mattered.

"Muse can't make it for the show tomorrow. We don't have an opening act." His heart sank.

"Damn. What happened to them? We can't go without an opening act."

"Food poisoning, it's really bad. I know. I contacted one of my friends here. He manages some band, Something-Hotel. They're pretty underground in the US but he says they're huge in Europe. They'll be filling in for Muse."

"Underground band? Are they good. I mean with the fans expecting Muse and all, I don't want to disappoint them."

"They're sort of good. I listened to a couple of songs, they could pass off for mainstream stuff. And if they're huge here..."

"I guess so. Thanks, Joe," he smiled at the other guy.

"Anytime, Adam," Joe said, exiting the hotel room. Adam sank onto his bed. Great, some, unknown band was going to be opening his show. He didn't even feel like doing a show tomorrow. He just wanted to get out and explore the city. The skyline across the window was epic. He reached for the remote and switched on the hotel television. Everything was in German except for the entertainment news channel

"This just in. Tokio Hotel will be opening for Adam Lambert for his show tomorrow at the Berlin Verizon Arena. Adam Lambert, who was runner-up on Season 8 of American Idol has been touring all summer, with his "Kiss and Tell" tour and is currently the biggest hit in American music. Will this, some say, teenie-band match up to the glamorous superstar?" But Adam wasn't listening to the overly made-up reporter anymore. A picture had flashed across the scene, featuring one of the most beautiful, no wait, the most beautiful, person he had seen.

"Lead singer...Bill Kaulitz..." His name was Bill.

"Bill..." He said the name to himself. Adam picked up the phone beside his bed and began to dial.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"I was just thinking. Tokio Hotel filling in tomorrow, it's a great idea," Adam half-breathed into the phone.

"I'm glad you think that, Adam. See you in the morning. Try to get some rest and not think through the night," he laughed and hung up.

Chapter 2

"One hour to soundcheck. Dude you look like crap," Kelly came in through the door into Adam's dressing room. Adam scowled.

"You're no Miss Teen America either."

"Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix." She swept concealer under his eyes and lined them with thick eyeliner. A bit of mascara on his lashes and he was done. Except...

"I think my roots are showing." Adam ran his fingers through his fringe. He hadn't dyed his hair in 6 months. Fuck being a natural blonde.

"Yeah, they are. Wait here, i'll get the spray dye." Kelly left the room. Adam wasn't going to go anywhere. He closed his eyes and tried to doze off for a while. He hadn't slept at all last night. That face kept invading his thoughts. He had to shake it off. He had to be professional. There was a knock on the door, but Adam didn't budge. He heard the knob turn and the door creak open.

"Are you, Adam?" a voice with a think German accent shocked the sleeping singer. He didn't need to turn as he saw who came in through the mirror.

He looked even better in real life. The black hair wasn't standing up in all directions like on TV and was instead held in place by a beanie, and whatever escaped hung flat around his features. But there was no mistaking the face. Angular, pale, the eyes were sharp, but tired. Still, he was, there was no other word for it, gorgeous. He was taller than Adam expected, even though his slight frame made him look smaller, fragile. Adam was sure, if he stood up from that chair, Bill would dwarf him by at least two inches.

"I am."

"I thought so. Am I disturbing you? You seemed to be, asleep." He made to leave.

"No, no, you can stay. I mean, please stay." Adam's face flushed red, he hoped Bill hadn't noticed, but Bill was staring at his hair instead. He moved to sit down on one of the boxes against the wall.

"Roots," he pointed out. It was funny, him saying that one word with such fascination. Adam laughed, the first genuine laugh he had laughed for a long time.

"Kelly was just about to dye them for me." Both their laughter slowly faded and Adam was able to look at Bill's eyes properly. The were a deep brown, like chocolate. He caught himself staring again when Bill turned away. He was beautiful.

"You're-" the door opened and Kelly came in with the black dye. She saw Bill sitting on one of the boxes.

"Bill?"

"Hello, Kelly."

"I was just about to finish Adam off. Do you want to wait, so I can do you too?"

"Nein, it's okay. Tom is waiting in the lobby. He'll get mad if I don't come down soon."

"You better go then."

"I will. Bye, Adam." He smiled again, and opened the door. Adam watched him disappear and felt a quiet word escape his lips.

"Bye..."

Chapter 3

"Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann," Bill felt the song wash over him again. He closed his eyes to immerse himself in it fully. He could feel Tom's guitar strings moving, and Gustav's drumbeats. But the song was over even before it really started, he opened his eyes again. Adam was standing at the side of the stage, leaning on the curtains and smiling. He had done his hair, there were white streaks in it now.

Bill didn't know what he was thinking. He felt a sudden pressing urge to sprint to where Adam stood, grab him by the collar, and kiss him. He shook himself and focused on the mic stand instead. Their soundcheck was over. He felt something run down the side of his face. Sweat? It wasn't even that hot. He glanced over at Adam and felt his heart skip a beat again. Soundcheck was over wasn't it? He went to the stairs and got off the stage faster than he meant to. He had to put himself as far away from Adam as possible.

The young German singer crossed a few hallways, he didn't know where he was going, and half-fell into a chair at the end of one. He wasn't sweating anymore, but his heart was beating like a sledgehammer. At the stage, his twin brother stared after him, still holding his Gibson Les Paul. He looked at Adam at the side of the stage. Bill always insisted he wasn't gay, but there was nothing remotely straight about his brother and Tom knew it.

Chapter 4

Somehow, they went through the show. Tokio Hotel with their opening set, and then Adam with his. The fans cheered for both of them. But this one time, Adam couldn't hear any one of them. There was a nagging worry at the back of his mind. His moves were awkward, his singing soulless. All he cared about was the look Bill had given him before quickly walking off the stage during soundcheck. Something was bothering the perfect creature, and he didn't know what.

Tuning Bill out wasn't an option, as he knew that would only make him think of him more. The 5 minute interval when the sets changed served as nothing, Bill was gone before Adam was ready, and Adam wasn't sure if Tokio Hotel had already left the arena. He ignored the cheers of "Encore" from the fans even though it hurt him to do it, neglected to do a signing, and went looking for Bill after the last song of his set.

Adam found him sitting on the curb behind Tokio Hotel's tour bus. His unfinished dinner was on his lap and he was wearing nothing but a shirt and jeans even though the cold was brutal. Adam shrugged off his jacket and approached Bill slowly, hardly making a noise before wrapping him slowly in it. Bill felt the gentle hands and the sudden warmth. Somehow, he guessed who it was before Adam sat down beside him.

"There's something bothering you, isn't there." Bill remained silent for a while. He was so still, he could have been dead. But he wasn't and he answered, eventually.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life, Adam." He turned up and stared at his eyes. He hadn't realized they were blue, but now he did and the color comforted him. He couldn't help it. He had only just met this man and he hated to admit it, but he was in love with Adam.

"So do I, Bill." Adam leaned forward to catch his lips in a passionate and meaningful kiss. Bill returned it. It was starting to rain, but he didn't seem to care and so Adam didn't either. He deepened the kiss and slipped his hands under the jacket, feeling Bill's angular body. The other guy's hands were woven into Adam's short, spiky hair. They didn't feel the need to breathe either.

They didn't stop until the rain came down in full force, drenching both of them and Adam saw fit to take Bill by the waist and lead him into his tour bus before he could get sick. Adam bunk was small, but cosy and they spent the night huddled up with each other, until Bill fell asleep on his chest. He watched Bill sleep. His slow, gentle breathing was calming to the runner-up American Idol, and before he knew it, he was passed out himself.

2009-09-25T22:35:00.000-07:00

If Bill and Adam dated it would be epic

Adam likes Tokio Hotel

But still Bill says he's not gay, and he has never mentioned Adam

Maybe he will, and Tokio Hotel and Adam could duet

Bill is a million times better than Drake anyway.

But still, what won't I give in order to look like this

2009-09-25T21:43:00.000-07:00

Michael Jackson said, "Hitler was a genius orator. To make that many people turn and change and hate, he had to be a showman and he was."

And then the interviewer asked him, "You believe that if you had an hour with Hitler you could somehow touch something inside of him?"

Michael, who insists that nobody is entirely an evil person said "Absolutely. I know I could. You have to help them, give them therapy, teach them that somewhere, something in their life went wrong."

Michael Jackson was right
Adolf Hitler was a good dictator, but not a good person
But the fact that he was so evil does not abolish the fact that he was one of the most powerful men in the world
Even if he is the second antichrist after Napoleon, of course I look up to him greatly
After all, who wouldn't want to be as charismatic and influential, or German

But still, if for some strange reason I am granted the power he had to change the mindsets of that many people, I still wouldn't do what he did
No one is made to become like that
They are born with the ability
Nobody delivers speeches like that anymore either
Barack Obama can speak but his charisma is really nothing compared to Hitler

Maybe Hitler wasn't born evil
Back then it was kill or be killed, and I can't blame him or condemn him because I never knew him or what he was thinking
It's not as if he didn't have to go through a lot either
It was a horrible time, I know
And what he went through, or what anybody went through was horrible

2009-09-24T06:18:00.000-07:00

Marilyn Manson contracted H1N1....

Say it's just a joke, I won't be mad

Please get well soon, I can't bear it if you go away or be sick

Hold on for your fans, for me.

Please.

Fuck this, fuck everything

2009-09-22T07:17:00.000-07:00

I posted a half-finished script some time ago

I edited it, to make it less gloomy

But, it is funny

But of course, i've never written comedy in my life

So it's shocking, although the plot is all over the place now

I plan to continue it, on a day when I have no homework due the next day

Which might be never in the history of forever.

Act 1,Scene 1.

Scene opens showing a deserted street next to two houses with papers, rubbish, dirt all over. An overflowing trash can is at the side. A “Missing Person: Rewarding Eternal Peace if found” poster is on one of the walls. An old lady, Gayle, is sweeping the rubbish off her doorstep with a broom and onto her neighbor’s. A man, Frank, walks into the scene smoking a cigarette and stops to read the “Missing Person” poster.

Gayle: They never pay up. Don’t even bother.

She opens her house door and goes inside it carrying the broom. Closes door behind her. The door of another apartment block opens and a young lady, Erica, steps out of it carrying a broom. She proceeds to start sweeping all the rubbish on her doorstep to Gayle’s doorstep.

Frank: Eternal peace.

Erica: Can’t afford to give them anything more. Finishes sweeping the rubbish onto Gayle’s doorstep and picks up a watercan to water the dead flowers in a flowerpot. What’s a well-dressed man like you doing on a street like this anyway? If you’re a spy, you’re not very undercover you know.

Frank: I’m not a spy Holds out his hand for a handshake

Erica: Puts watercan down and shakes his hand awkwardly Erica Black. You’re odd.

Frank: No, I’m Frank. That’s what my friends call me.

Short pause. Frank sits down on the steps of Erica’s apartment block. She sits down beside him.

Frank: A real-estate agent promised us a good deal on an apartment here. He was supposed to meet me here. I guess I’m early.

Erica laughs loudly

Frank: Laughs along. What's so funny?

Erica: And I thought no one would actually want to live here! Wipes a tear You are odd.

Frank: But what’s wrong with here? This seems like a nice place.

Erica: I don’t think you are mentally stable. Besides, everyone who lives here is insane anyway… you’ll fit right in.

Frank: What do you mean?

Erica: OCD spreads like the flu. We have vaccinations for the seasonal demonic possession. The rector from that block would treat them Nods towards right side of stage but who exorcises the exorcist? He was one of the longest lasting. Died about five months after he started speaking backwards.

Frank: I'm, a Pentecostal.

Erica: Keep telling yourself that, Mr. Frank, and you'll be just fine.

A brightly dressed man flounces into the scene from the right side of the stage. He comes to Erica and kisses her hand.

Freddie: Mademoiselle! Why art thou so fair?

Erica: Stand up and takes back her hand I… I don’t know.

Freddie: And you are Mister….Frank Arthur?

Frank: Stands up Are you the Real Estate agent.

Freddie: Estate agent, yes. Real, I really I don’t know. Walks over and examines the dead flowers.

Erica: To Frank He thinks he’s a ghost.

The door in the apartment block beside Erica’s opens and Gayle steps out clutching her chest.

Freddie: At Gayle. BOO!

Gayle: My poor heart! Faints

Frank and Erica turn to look at Gayle’s fainted form, and then turn to each other again. Freddie removes his coat and puts in on one of the steps, and bends down to examine the dead flowers further. Frank shakes his head and walks over to Freddie.

Frank: About the house we talked about....

Freddie: Straightens up The one you were to move in once the original owner was deceased? That would be…looks around…this one. Points to Gayle’s house. Frank and him stare at Gayle’s dead body Well what do you know, you can move in now! Claps hands together and says quickly Now about the mortgage bill, since there weren’t many complications it won’t cost you an arm and a leg. You just need to buy the land and wonderful, you’re done. I’ll get my helper to put the bill in your mailbox today evening, pay me in the morning and the house is yours!

Frank: Stutters B-but what about the body?

Freddie: What body?

Frank points to Gayle.

Freddie: Walks over to Gayle and nudges her with his feet. Oh, this body.

Frank nods.

Freddie: Thinks for a while Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to mourn the loss of the great…Gayle Hempsworth who has helped many of through thick and thin. She will be dearly missed by all who knew her. Amen. There, now she can rest in peace.

Erica starts crying

Frank: But, I don’t want to look at her resting in peace.

Freddie thinks for a while. He walks over to his coat, picks it up, and lays it over Gayle’s body. Then looks back at Frank.

Frank: That hardly helped.

Freddie: Well fine. Bends over to pick the coat up.

Frank: Stops him No, just…just leave it there.

Freddie: If there is anything else. I’ll be off now.

Frank: Yes, that would be just fine.

Freddie: Au revoir. Takes Erica’s hand and makes to kiss it. She is still crying so he hesitates and lets her hand fall, and nods to her instead. Mademoiselle.

Frank stares after him as the lights dim and the scene ends.

Act 1, Scene 2.

The scene opens on the same street as Scene 1. Erica and Freddie are looking out of her window as Frank is helping an old lady out of a car. There are bags and briefcases on the pavement. Frank and his mother, Mrs. Arthur, are moving into Gayle’s house.

Frank: Careful mother.

Mrs. Arthur: I can do it by myself

Mrs. Arthur whacks Frank with her walking stick and hobbles down the driveway into the house. Frank picks up all the bags except for one briefcase and hurries in after her. Freddie and Erica come out of the other house and start searching the briefcase.

Erica: Throws aside a shirt. Where do you think Mr. Arthur is?

Freddie: Only Mr. Arthur will know.

Erica: It’s not as if we ever find anything worth selling you know.

Freddie: Throws aside a jacket. That’s not the point. The point is to find out more about the person who is moving in, so you know how to act towards them.

Both of them stop searching and stare at the bottom of the briefcase in shock.

Erica: Well. I know how to act towards him now.

Frank comes out of the house. Freddie starts filling the briefcase back up again. Erica walks towards Frank and slaps him on the face, before stomping back to her house Frank puts his hand over the place where she had slapped him.

Frank: Why?

Freddie puts everything back into the briefcase and closes the lid, before dusting his hands in disgust, walking towards Frank and slapping him on the face as well. Freddie then walks over to Erica’s house and knocks on the door. Erica opens the door and slaps him on the face, before shutting it loudly. Freddie storms out of the scene. Erica opens the door and throws Freddie’s coat and hat out of her house. Freddie comes back into the scene to get them.

Freddie: Solemnly We do not associate with people who use reptile skin briefcases, Monsieur. Think of all the poor crocodiles you’re killing.

He storms back out again. Frank picks up his briefcase.

Frank: Yells after Freddie Its snakeskin!

Erica: From behind the door So’s your face!

Frank storms back into his house and slams the door loudly behind him.

Act 2, Scene 1.

The Scene opens showing a well furnished room, with a fireplace at one end, with a mantelpiece on top, a rug and a dining table with six matching chairs. The table is filled with food and Freddie is lighting the candles on the table. Erica comes into the scene bringing a giant roast chicken and setting it in the middle of the table.

Freddie: Remind me why we are doing this?

Erica: We are doing this to welcome the new neighbors.

Freddie: Ah…

The doorbell rings. Erica walks over and opens the door. Mrs. Arthur and Frank are standing outside. Freddie flounces over to Mrs. Arthur and kisses her hand.

Freddie: Mademoiselle! Why art thou so fair?

Mrs. Arthur: Blushes Oh, it must be the lighting.

Frank: Hello, Freddie.

Erica comes forth to stand beside Freddie. Freddie straightens up.

Freddie: Greetings, Frank. Turns to Mrs. Arthur and smiles. May I have the honor of taking your coat, Mrs. Arthur?

Mrs. Arthur: Why yes. To Erica. He is a handsome young man.

Erica: He knows.

Frank: Thank you for inviting me, Erica.

Erica: Stiffens. I invited your mother. She brought you along.

Erica turns, walks to the table, and sits down. Frank follows behind and takes a seat. Freddie helps Mrs. Arthur into her seat and takes his own. The doorbell rings again.

Erica: I’ll get it.

Freddie holds out both his hands.

Freddie: And now, we say praise.

Frank and Mrs. Arthur join their hands with his. Erica opens the door and a young lady and an old man are standing outside. Erica exclaims from the door.

Erica: Good lord!

Freddie: That will do. Takes his hands back and reaches for a piece of bread.

Erica: Dad!

Young Lady: I found this poor dear wandering around the park. And then I remembered the poster. Is he yours?

Mrs. Arthur: Looks towards the door Bill!

Frank: Looks towards the door Bill?

Freddie: Looks towards the door. Young lady! Join us!

The young lady walks towards the table. She sits down and starts eating. Gayle’s ghost comes into the scene. Mrs. Arthur looks at Gayle’s ghost and exclaims.

Mrs. Arthur: My poor heart! Faints.

Bill: Elena! Runs over to Elena

Frank: Mother!

Freddie: To the young lady. Pass the gravy.

The young lady passes the gravy. Erica closes the door and runs to tend to Mrs. Arthur. Gayle’s ghost walks over to Freddie.

Gayle’s ghost: You! I want my revenge!

Freddie: Mademoiselle! Why art thou so fair?

Gayle’s ghost: I’m dead!

Freddie: Do the dead eat?

Gayle’s ghost: Sometimes.

Freddie: Then join us!

Gayle’s ghost shrugs and sits down in Mrs. Arthur’s place. She takes a piece of bread and starts eating. Mrs. Arthur comes back up.

Mrs. Arthur: After all these years…

Bill: To see my sister again.

Frank: Your sister? Mother, you never told me you had a brother.

Mrs. Arthur: I thought you were dead…

Bill: So did the doctors. They buried me. But technically I was alive so of course I could get out of the coffin. I didn’t know the way home. But then, Angelica came along. And we married of course. And I guess, I’ve been living apart from my sister all these years.

Erica: Well, if you’re my dad, and you’re his sister…then Mrs. Arthur, you’re my aunt?

Frank: And that makes us cousins.

Erica: I’m overwhelmed.

Erica stands up and walks to the chair beside Freddie. Freddie hands her a chicken leg and she starts eating. Mrs. Arthur moves and sits as far away from Gayle’s ghost as she possibly can.

Young Lady: There was something about a reward...eternal peace? How am I supposed to get it?

Freddie: Have you sinned?

Young Lady: Nothing too horrible.

Freddie picks up a carving knife from the table and stabs her in the chest. She falls on the floor, dead. Five second pause. The young lady gets up from the floor again as a ghost. She clumsily sits back down on the table.

Gayle: It takes a bit of getting used to, once you’re a ghost.

The young lady nods. She picks up her fork and starts eating again. The scene ends.

2009-09-22T06:52:00.001-07:00

Nobody, and I mean nobody ever in the history of the world should ever insult Robert Pattinson or Edward Cullen.
Not even the actors from True Blood or The Vampire Diaries
Real vampires are not included in this list for they are wise
Unlike Twilight Anti-Fans

If anyone dares to make another cavalier remark about Robert and/or Edward and/or any of the characters in Twilight with the exception of Victoria and/or James, whom I do not like
They shall face the wrath of all the fanpires
I mean it >:[

Anyways, I must get the JONAS magazine tomorrow
Because it's such a cool magazine
I can't believe there's a magazine called "The Rake", wth-.-
I have to get the Elle magazine no matter what
Of course I know how his Elle photoshoot pictures will turn out, besides them being hot
But still, it's different than seeing them on paper

And, vote for Tokio Hotel on Fuse's Countdown
http://fuse.tv/ontv/shows/no-1-countdown/
Automatic has to get to number one by the end of the week.

Panic! at the Disco's New Perspective, Lady Gaga's Paparazzi, and Taylor Swift's You Belong To Me are also in the List

But still.