IS REALLLLLLLL!
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Happy Valentine day everybadeeee!!!
Don forget to cherish ur loved ones! Including ur family ^~^
Actually when my friend give it to me at skol (i order it for my family),
I put inside my drawer. Then when my mom is outside the skol hon-ING the car like mad xD
I'm so panic until I left at skol-.-
Walao so damn embarrassing-.-
Even I tell my neighbour he laugh like hell
So my mom been eating Valentine leftover cupcakes.
But who will care abt that? It's cute!!!!
Plus Is kinda expensive RM16 LEHHHH
Aiya nvm la once a year ny k...
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It is raining.
And It's perfect.
Among the crowd, all wearing black, a man stood perfectly still. With both arms folding tightly, he didn't bother about all those rain drops striking his coat like hundreds of arrows. We all don't know who's the archer. But it seems that, he knows. Prodeus doesn't have an umbrella. Not because he doesn't own one,is because he doesn't want to use it. Mr. Houston offer his to Prodeus, Prodeus didnt answer. For now, his best companion is,
Silence.
It isn't those kind of days each of us wish it to come. It probably is the day we all been avoiding it all along. Tombstones accompany Prodeus and all the other residents. Neighbours, Mr. Houston, few youngsters, old lads and even Old Jim from the bakery shop. None of them spoke a word. Nobody even notices Auntie Dory down the street is crying. Perhaps the raindrops had covered up her sobs, fortunately and unfortunately.
Even as foggy as it goes,Prodeus's eyes are like two deep, black stones. People amazes that how incredibly strong his heart could bear such tragic faith,losing not an ordinary granddad. Nick is not an ordinary grandad. He's like a granddad to us all. He's an angel. But what they don't know is the fact that his dry, narrow eyes doesn't simply hang on those dark, swollen sockets magically.
He stays until everyone left.
The rain, had stopped.
Prodeus kneels in front of the fresh patch of earth. He wishes he could hear the jolly laughter of his granddad again, even it will be totally deadly and shocking if they really echo out from his coffin.After a long moment of deep stare at the tombstone, he finally built up the courage to fulfill his one last task before leaving the cemetery.
"Happy Birthday Nick,"a hoarse voice struggles itself out from his throat.
Unable to hold it no more, he curls himself, both hands digging the soil,bury his head between his arms and spills his emotions out like a overturn trash bin.
50 yards down south, a stranger stood silently.
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"The blue plans are ready sir." (.......)
" Yes I did what you requested. I personally go to the cathedral itself for inspirations." (......)
" 3 o'clock will be splendid." (..........)
" See you tomorrow, Mr. Fernando."
Prodeus puts back his telephone. His secretary walks in.
"The boss wants to have a word with you."
Prodeus left out a loud sigh. Lazily, he streched out his chair and head to Mr.Montgomery's big room. As he pushes the classy wooden door after several knocks, a fat man with a huge belly, sitting on his huge chair,talking to the phone with a excited voice. His bulldog, Buggie,is so comfortable on his master's Arabian carpet until his snores could be heard next door.
"Yes I have the perfect man for you. I guarantee you will have the best house in the whole Hong Kong." He laughs and slips his phone into his chest pocket.
Mr.Montgomery a.k.a The Monster, given by the staffs, isn't a man you can mess with. He looks like Peter Griffin from Family Guy, except he has a heart like those Predators. He criss-crossed his fingers and looks at Prodeus with narrow eyes.
Prodeus looks at him.
He looks at Prodeus.
They look at each other, and Mr. Montgomery notices his dark swollen eyes.
After a full 10 seconds totally ruled by strange awkwardness, The Monster talks,
"I have two things you and I have to talk about, Ravorti,"
"Okay sir."
"First, I would like to thank you for coming to work the next day of you family's funeral. And to my astonishment, you done really well for the Mr. Fernando's mansion plan. It has a beautiful mixture of the French cultures with modern art."
He continues: "As a gift, I'm promoting you."
"What?!"
"You will be handling Mr.Jay Chaw's case. He wants his home to be something beautiful,mysterious yet legendary. I suggest you, Egypt!!!"
Prodeus is totally flattered as he walks out of Mr. Montgomery's office. 2 free months in Egypt! That means, he can visit his father's dear friend, Uncle Samuel.
By the dawn of the next morning, Prodeus catches a plane to Cairo, Egypt.
As he reaches there, he pick his bags and pass through the monitor checker.
"Hold on sir!!!"
A security officer blocks Prodeus just in time before he reaches the gateway.
Hundreds of Arabs are looking at him. Almost all are covering themselves with white cloths over their heads, while a lot of women,all in black cloths give a sharp look at him,mainly the only part that is exposed to the outside world.
To his horror several guards are pointing guns towards him.
"Bring him to the security room!" One of the officers shouted.
Not knowing where to, what or WHY, Prodeus is being "escort" to the room the officers mentioned, as hundred pairs of suspicious glare feastly upon his face before they turn away.
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"You have been warned,
To not interfere,
Anything that is written down here.
Go along, if you have no fear,
For troubles are coming, Death, is near."
It wasn't the first time Prodeus staring it like a moron looking at stars. He stood still, not even dare to move one single of his muscle. People all around him would thought that he saw a ghost or something. But that wasn't it. As a matter a fact, they are looking at the same thing too. Instead, photographs were taken from different angles and of course, gadgets. You name it, from wide ranges of Iphones, Ipads, Samsungs and even leave traces to the family of Nokias. Of course, the "Nokia 3310" model is totally defeated even though it is the toughest 'brother' among them. Prodeus pick up his pen and a notebook from his bag. Neglecting the hot blazing sun, he start to sketch some designs from this magnificent holy giant in front of him, The Cathedral of Notre Dame.
'Damn, is already half past 3!' he glance at his watch, swiftly pack his notes all over the place and walk to the his cab.
"Aéroport."
"Bien."
His driver nodded and start the car. Ah, Paris is a wonderful place. Alongside he is able to catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. Of course, this also had been one of the place he "paralyzes" himself. 'Architecture is like a painting, or a music. It has emotions written all over it, whether you feel it or not.' That's what his lecturer told him. He too, being one of the graduates from Architectural Association School of Architecture, London, able to feels it, understands it and also, eagerly to be a part of creating it.
Prodeus is just an ordinary architect. Well, as for now.
His driver speed off after they both exchange farewells and he rush in the airport. He almost missed his plane. Aha! Finally able to come back to America!
Few days ago he received a call from Nick Ravorti, his one and only beloved grandfather, reminding him to come home for his old granddad birthday. Nearly 60 now, this bald headed,jolly man is still healthy, energetic and suprisingly, a fan to Apple. No friends of his, even younger than his grandson would ever,ever bully him. If not, you may find yourself consecutively experience jar dropping moments once he click the Call Of Duty: Black Ops icon.
Prodeus never knew his mother, only to be told that she ran away when he was at the age of 3. Leaving himself, Nick and David, his father behind. The life of the trios, is the best thing 3 of them possesses. Until, one sunny day, Prodeus and his granddad receive news that his dad died in a car crash. From that day onwards, Prodeus loves Nick more than anybody else in this world.
After all those long hours of boredom in the plane, Prodeus is finally back to his town, San Francisco. Yeah of course he is as happy as a clam at high tide. But still, something is bugging his mind. It's like a 6th sense, and he doesn't like it. Even though he is super excited to meet Nick again and can't wait to throw a big party for his granddad, but somehow, he felt something uneasy about it. If he is a psycho, he would be knowing it by now. But the problem is, he's not. He kind of curse himself for not being one.
He drives to Delington Street, his neighbourhood. It is middle of spring, flowers are blooming everywhere. He did notice the place changed a lot too, but he couldn't remember there's a police station situated nearby. No.
'A police station same row with my house?! No wayyy! Is there a fire? car accident? Ben 10 attacking my house?' He chuckles.
Things are getting weirder when it seems that all those police are having a party at his house. He remembers his conversation with his granddad
"I got a surprise for you when you're back!"
"You beat up my Tetris battle rankings?"
"Nah i done that 3 months ago."
"You got a new comb?"
"Nope"
"Hairdryer?"
"Nope"
"Shampoo?"
"C'mon did you see anything on top of my head?"
"Er...I can't see you right now Nick"
"Of course you can't see me! I'm holding something on my hand. Too bad it wasn't wearable. Hahahaha is big secret"
Immediately a policeman stop him.
"Sir you can't walk in this place it's been under investigation."
To the policeman surprise, Prodeus laugh loudly.
"Man you guys surely are some great actors!"
"No sir I mean it."
Prodeus is still grinning. Then his face turn pale as quick as lighting when he saw another man approaching him. Chief of Police,Mr. Houston in his fifties coming with a grey uniform, wearing gloves same as those cardiac surgeons,
" Are you Prodeus Ravorti?"
Prodeus clear his throat. This time he is not joking. Mr. Houston isn't a man for jokes. Nick couldn't able to convinced him to play a part for his arrival. Not like last year when Nick put a few lads outside, dressing as nuns to scare Prodeus.Prodeus thought Nick is dead. Nick's laughter could be hear in the house when Prodeus scream in front of the yard.
"Yes, officer."
Mr. Houston took his cap off and look sharply into Prodeus's eyes. Prodeus doesn't like that look.
"You have to come to see this."
He lead Prodeus into the living room, then turn to the kitchen.
The place is full of meat. Red, fresh meat all over the kitchen cut to various shapes and sizes. Crimson blood, all over the place, tracing themselves to the living room like a unfinished wall painting.
"We predicted Mr. Nick Ravorti is being murdered. The blood trail was only spotted when his neighbour saw some blood dripping through the opened window then they phoned us."
Prodeus is so shock that he didn't even dare to speak a word. There is no words to describe his feelings right now, eventually.
"The forensic scientists were here this morning and they analyzed all the blood in this house. None of them, are Nick Ravorti's."
Now this is odd. If Nick is murdered, why is all the blood not his?
"And it turn out. Our prediction doesn't fit the scene. All the blood are mainly chicken's, and..."
"And what?"
".......and we found him."
He show Prodeus the black pile of plastics at the dining room. Prodeus know what it is. He take a deep breath. With trembling hands he opened the cover.
There is only drop dead silence. It's like the Nagasaki bomb just clear this place up without a single wave of sound, leaving nothing.
Prodeus is looking at Nick. It wasn't what he had expected, it wasn't what he had imagined. He want to kill himself for looking at Nick. But he just simply couldn't shut his eyes. His eye lids are paralyze with fear and massive amount of shock. Finally, Mr. Houston melts the ice.
"He's been sucked dry. There's only the bones and skins left. That's why we couldn't close his eyes."
'A police station same row with my house?! No wayyy! Is there a fire? car accident? Ben 10 attacking my house?' He chuckles.
Things are getting weirder when it seems that all those police are having a party at his house. He remembers his conversation with his granddad
"I got a surprise for you when you're back!"
"You beat up my Tetris battle rankings?"
"Nah i done that 3 months ago."
"You got a new comb?"
"Nope"
"Hairdryer?"
"Nope"
"Shampoo?"
"C'mon did you see anything on top of my head?"
"Er...I can't see you right now Nick"
"Of course you can't see me! I'm holding something on my hand. Too bad it wasn't wearable. Hahahaha is big secret"
Immediately a policeman stop him.
"Sir you can't walk in this place it's been under investigation."
To the policeman surprise, Prodeus laugh loudly.
"Man you guys surely are some great actors!"
"No sir I mean it."
Prodeus is still grinning. Then his face turn pale as quick as lighting when he saw another man approaching him. Chief of Police,Mr. Houston in his fifties coming with a grey uniform, wearing gloves same as those cardiac surgeons,
" Are you Prodeus Ravorti?"
Prodeus clear his throat. This time he is not joking. Mr. Houston isn't a man for jokes. Nick couldn't able to convinced him to play a part for his arrival. Not like last year when Nick put a few lads outside, dressing as nuns to scare Prodeus.Prodeus thought Nick is dead. Nick's laughter could be hear in the house when Prodeus scream in front of the yard.
"Yes, officer."
Mr. Houston took his cap off and look sharply into Prodeus's eyes. Prodeus doesn't like that look.
"You have to come to see this."
He lead Prodeus into the living room, then turn to the kitchen.
The place is full of meat. Red, fresh meat all over the kitchen cut to various shapes and sizes. Crimson blood, all over the place, tracing themselves to the living room like a unfinished wall painting.
"We predicted Mr. Nick Ravorti is being murdered. The blood trail was only spotted when his neighbour saw some blood dripping through the opened window then they phoned us."
Prodeus is so shock that he didn't even dare to speak a word. There is no words to describe his feelings right now, eventually.
"The forensic scientists were here this morning and they analyzed all the blood in this house. None of them, are Nick Ravorti's."
Now this is odd. If Nick is murdered, why is all the blood not his?
"And it turn out. Our prediction doesn't fit the scene. All the blood are mainly chicken's, and..."
"And what?"
".......and we found him."
He show Prodeus the black pile of plastics at the dining room. Prodeus know what it is. He take a deep breath. With trembling hands he opened the cover.
There is only drop dead silence. It's like the Nagasaki bomb just clear this place up without a single wave of sound, leaving nothing.
Prodeus is looking at Nick. It wasn't what he had expected, it wasn't what he had imagined. He want to kill himself for looking at Nick. But he just simply couldn't shut his eyes. His eye lids are paralyze with fear and massive amount of shock. Finally, Mr. Houston melts the ice.
"He's been sucked dry. There's only the bones and skins left. That's why we couldn't close his eyes."
But doesn't stop me to wander around the neighbourhood for new nature pics x)
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I love photography <3
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Im sending u a msg using this pic. Can u see it?
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I love taking pictures of things. Especially when I was doing something then I saw any object,
Target acquired,
Phone out,
Camera on,
Focus and
CLICKKKKK
another shot mate!
Steady
Steady
Steady....
And......
Action!
Kakax rarely see some bright reddy vegs in the kitchen so I thought why not gave it a shot,
Since the window there made a beautiful contrast to the colour with newly form beads of water in the surface,
Simply perfecto!
Suficiente? XD
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I love drawing.
It's been one of the things I enjoy very much.
I love abstract.
Mostly I do black n white, means I'm better on shading etc...
Water colours wasn't really my thing,of course they are definitely a cool way to complete it.
I'm that type of person that doesn't really care abt detailing, that's why I prefer pencil, paper, an object in front of me or in mind,
Then BOOMM!
Shortest time or longer period I can manage,
To complete it ;)
Art,
Is a beautiful stream, full of Passion, emotions n dreams
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柚子。。。
严重赞!!!!
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