tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15333020178612954832024-03-06T15:39:24.134+08:00.:: aS THe WoRLD TuRNS GReeN ::.This is what dreams are made of...Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-32938702333585026412012-10-01T04:40:00.001+08:002012-10-01T20:05:07.547+08:00Charmed Ones: Part 5<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What the hell happened here?" Connor came out from the basement looking very shock to see the living room in a very big mess. The wooden coffee table was smashed. Its debris scattered across the room. Connor looked at it. The table held loads of memories when he was growing up in the house. The hot chocolate he'd share with his dad, the cinnamon flavored cookies his mom baked every Saturday evening, the place where he'd put his drawings he brought back from the kindergarten. As the table shattered into pieces, pieces of his memories of his childhood shattered with it. But that was no longer the concern. He realized that when he thought about his memories in the living room with his parents, his only brothers, Caleb and Charlie were trying to get onto their feet. He ran towards both of them, put the thick green book that he was holding on the floor beside him and helped them.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You guys okay?" Connor asked both Caleb and Charlie. Caleb seemed fine from what he saw but Charlie on the other hand had some bruises on his face. The fair complexion of his skin made the bruises appeared more bright.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie was a fair skinned guy with a fairly wavy dirty blond hair. His hair was lighter blond compared to Connor's and had a strong squared bone structure which emphasized masculine look in his face. The bruises on his sharp nose and left side of his forehead didn't affect his handsome look one bit. He managed to put on a smile on his face, hiding the slight pain he felt on his face. The smile made a few lines visible at the corner of his hazel eyes. "I'm okay." He said shortly.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"This guy just brought us back from the hospital." Caleb pointed at Charlie and cleared the dusts in his brunette hair.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Seriously? How?" Connor asked in disbelief. Both Connor and Caleb were looking straight into Charlie's eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Somehow, Charlie didn't like the way his brothers looked at him. He said, "How should I know? I'm trying to figure it out myself."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Look at the place. It's a disaster." Connor said it with a sigh.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie shot a look at him. He didn't like the tone Connor was using. He felt like he was responsible for making the living room a mess and making their childhood memories vanished. He thought Connor didn't understand that he too had memories of growing up in that place. It was so unfair that he had to feel so accused of doing something he didn't do. He could still remember playing with small trucks and Connor would always be there to make his life miserable by taking them away and Caleb would help him to get his toys back from Connor. Growing up, he would always see him as the bully. He didn't understand why he couldn't just leave him alone. Up till today, he would never be sure he if could count on Connor about anything ever. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I'm responsible for this?" Charlie asked Connor exasperatingly. There was a bit of anger in his tone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well, weren't you the one who landed on it? Do you know how precious that table was?" Connor raised his hands in desperation. He wasn't sure why he reacted that way. He knew Charlie didn't deliberately destroy the coffee table, but he felt sad by the fact that there would be nothing they could hold on to as a remembrance of their father anymore. Somehow, he knew that he was being unfair towards Charlie.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie was about to say something but Caleb stopped him and said, "Charlie saved my life. I think destroying the coffee table isn't much of a big deal right now. I think someone wants me dead."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Connor was stunned. His attention was no longer on the destroyed coffee table. He asked, "What happened?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb told Connor how he'd revived Mr. Vasquez, a dying patient, by only using his bare hands. He also told that he could shoot red electrical discharge from his fingers. After Caleb had done telling Connor what happened to him in the hospital, Charlie later told Connor how a weird looking bearded guy who wore all-black outfit shot a fireball at Caleb.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That was so impulsive, Charlie. You could've gotten killed." said Charlie. There was a bit of concern in his tone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah, I wasn't thinking clearly. Caleb could've gotten killed as well. I just didn't want that to happen." Charlie was trying to act indifferently.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm just glad both of us are safe now. Plus, we need to figure out what the hell is going on right now." Caleb stopped before continuing, "I can shoot electricity from my fingers, Charlie can teleport us back here. How about you? Anything weird happened to you today?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Something did happen to me today.Think I can run very quickly. Like super-speed or something." Connor said it hesitantly. He couldn't believe himself that he was talking about this right now. He wouldn't have believed it if this happened last week. But series of inexplicable things had been happening to the Alexander brothers, Connor didn't know what to believe in anymore. The only thing that could probably explain what had been happening was the thick green book that was lying on the floor right where Connor left it when he went to check on Caleb and Charlie.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie asked, "Does anyone have any idea what's happening? I have a really bad feeling about this." </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I think this book explains everything." Connor went to pick up the book from the floor. "This is the Ultimate Book of Shadows."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ultimate Book of Shadows?" Caleb sounded astonished. "That sounds a bit witchcraft-ish to me."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"It is indeed a book of witchcraft." Connor stopped from saying anything. He felt there was a big lump in his throat that choked him, preventing from uttering any words next. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but it was because he found it extremely hard to believe what he was going to say to his brothers himself. He continued, "Guys, I think we are the descendants of a great witch. And whatever that's been happening to us today, they're actually our powers."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"We are witches? And we have powers?" Charlie couldn't seem to get everything sunk in into his head instantly. It was too much of big news for him. Slowly, he sat on the dark purple single seat couch in the room. He brought his right hand and slide it in his hair all the way back. His dirty blond hair followed the motion his hand made and later get back into wavy messy position where it was.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"And what is the purpose of having these powers anyway? Any explanation from the book? Plus, if we are magical aren't we supposed to be wizards instead of witches?" Caleb couldn't seem to stop himself from asking questions. He would love to ask for more as his head was full of questions that needed answers. He felt like he needed every explanation Connor could give him, but he decided not to overwhelm Connor with unanswerable questions as he thought Connor was as new as he was in this witchcraft thing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Apparently, we're not. Somehow in this weird universe we're known as witches. Wizards are a whole different type of magical being, which powers usually come from their designated staffs. According to the Ultimate Book of Shadows, witches are magical beings who protect the innocents from the evil of the world. The first line of defense in the battle between good and evil. Our powers are meant to do great things in the world. We're supposed to maintain the balance of good and evil by, well, protecting the innocents." Connor explained pretty much what Caleb asked him. "The book pretty much explained everything we need to know about us."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Connor went on explaining further on what types of powers they each owned. Connor inherited the superhuman magical abilities, Caleb possessed the magical power of elemental control and Charlie acquired the power of magical defense. Connor further explained that their powers would grow as much as they practiced their power for good purposes. Connor then explained the guy they met at the hospital might be a demon, witches' typical sworn enemy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't know. Don't you think this seems a bit too farfetched?" Caleb said reacting to what Connor had explained. Yesterday he was just an ordinary medical assistant who was extremely busy attending to his patients at the hospital. Today, series of weird events happened led to him finding out that he had magical powers and he needed to protect innocent people now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Caleb, do you have any better explanation on what have been happening to us all day? I think Connor is right. Think about it, why did the guy we met in the hospital want you dead? It must be the fact that we're the good guys and they're not. I think if we're supposed to be the so called guardian of innocent people out there, the bad guys must want us dead." Charlie supported Connor this time. He knew it was something he'd rarely do, but he needed to have something to believe in. It seemed ridiculous to him at first, but when he thought about it everything made perfect sense.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All three of them began to be preoccupied into their conversation on their new discovery, they didn't notice that someone came from the kitchen. The footsteps were so silent the Alexander brothers only realized his presence at the very last minute when they had come facing one another.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Haven't anyone told you that it's very rude to run away from a battle?" The bearded all-black outfitted guy said it while fireballs suddenly integrated in both of his palms. He threw the fireballs at the brothers who were caught off guard.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Panic with the situation, Charlie suddenly disappeared for one second in his blue light and reappeared the next second which made him able to evade the fireball. Unfortunately, this time the fireball hit Caleb who wasn't prepared when they were attacked. The fireball hit him on the right shoulder which made a huge wound consequently. Caleb was thrown away a few steps back and fell on his back. Seeing what had happened before his eyes, Connor ran towards the demon very rapidly using his magical speed and punched him in his face which somewhat brought no effect. The demon slapped him using the back of his hand and that threw Connor across the living room. Charlie made the next attempt by disappearing from the place where he stood to reappearing behind the demon. Quickly, he grabbed the table lamp and smashed it onto the demon's head. The demon seemed unaffected, turned around and slapped Charlie using his backhand just like Connor. Charlie got thrown across the other side of room. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Seeing his brothers beaten up like that made Caleb very angry. He began to stand on his feet. The anger he had in him built up his emotion, which made the electrical sparks started to appear in between his fingers. The demon noticed it and put a big grin in his face and said, "Now, that's what I called a challenge. A real power."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The electrical sparks turned into continuous red electrical discharge. Caleb heard what the demon was saying but he chose to ignore it. "Nobody messed with my brothers and got away with it." With that, Caleb put all he had to one target, the demon. He blasted a big red electrical discharge towards the demon with both of his hands. It hit the demon and he was electrocuted continuously. Caleb's anger had made his power unstoppable. The electrical discharge began to take its toll at the demon. The demon screamed very loudly. Every parts of his body were in a great deal of pain as if he was burned by volcanic lava and his body began to smoke. It was very unbearable, the demon shouted, "This is just the start, witches! More will come for you! You will die!" </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As soon as he finished his last sentence, the demon blew up into pieces. The explosion threw Caleb across the room near to the kitchen. He hit his head on the dining table before landed on the floor. The falling made him bleed his head. Despite the pain they had, both Connor and Charlie quickly stood up and ran to check on Caleb. At first sight, Caleb was in pretty bad shape. The bleeding on his forehead didn't seem to show any sign that it would stop.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Connor, what should we do?" Charlie grabbed Caleb in his arms, shaking Caleb's body a bit to wake him. He checked on Caleb's pulse, it was still beating. "He's alive." Charlie continued his attempt to wake Caleb by continuously calling his name and shaking his body harder.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I think we better get him to the hospital. There's nothing we can do here. I'll get the car." Connor tried to stand up but he fell back on the floor. His injury was more serious than he anticipated. He couldn't stand.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Maybe I can teleport us to the hospital." Charlie tried to focus as he closed his eyes very tightly but nothing happened. "Why can't I do it this time?" Anxiety filled into Charlie. He looked at Caleb's bleeding and got more anxious. "No!" He screamed in exasperation.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Connor tried to calm Charlie down and said, "Calm down, Charlie. Maybe you need to focus more. I got your back." He reassured that. "I have faith in you."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before Charlie could do anything, suddenly green flashing orbs appeared in front of Connor and him. The green orbs levitated on the air for a few seconds before it slowly took a shape and became very bright. The green orbs later fully turned into a human form, it was like someone just teleported before their eyes. Someone very familiar to the brothers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Luke!" Connor was taken aback by what he saw. "How did you do that?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Luke said, "I'll explain later. Now, let me save Caleb's life."</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb stared at his cup of cappuccino. He
felt very nervous. Somehow, he himself was puzzled why he was being so nervous
about. Whether it was about meeting Luke Greene or about asking him who he
really was. He kept thinking how to put what he wanted to ask into words. He
grabbed the cup and took a few sips of the drink. He remembered the text he
sent Luke last night after Connor and Charlie brought up the topic that Luke
might be a fraud. </span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"></span></i><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></i>
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Could
I see you tomorrow? I need to ask you something very important. It's about the
will.</span></span></i></div>
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">
</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sure.
Is breakfast okay?</span></span></i><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">
</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Definitely.
See you at Al's Diner?</span></span></i><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US">
</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Okay.
Look forward to seeing you tomorrow.</span></span></i><br />
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</span></i></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb stared at his BlackBerry screen for
quite some time. That was the conversation he had with Luke the night before.
So there he was, waiting for Luke to show up at Al's Diner. He was wearing his
hospital uniform. Working as a medical assistant, the uniform he wore was light
green in color but since he hadn't checked in to the hospital, he put on a grey
sweat shirt and put on the hoodie onto his head halfway because it was pretty
cold.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"How many of those have you had?"
A familiar voice asked Caleb from behind.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb jumped a bit as he was caught off
guard. He took off the hoodie, stood up and turned to his back. It was Luke in
his dark brown suit. He was wearing dark green shirt and a polka-dotted bright
yellow on apple green colored necktie. His dark hair was brushed to the side in
an attractive way instead of geeky one. His eyes were light green, his skin was
fairly pale. There was a trail of greenness on his face; the area where he let
some of his facial hair grew. Well trimmed and groomed. He got closer to Caleb.
Compared to him, Caleb stood few inches taller than he was. They shook hands
and Caleb asked him to sit down.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"This is actually my first cup."
Caleb started the conversation answering Luke unanswered question.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Sorry I was a tad late. Traffic jam.
Same old same old in LA." Luke widened his eyes, insinuating that it was
very ridiculous. He took the menu, "Any suggestions on what's best here?
I'm hungry I could even eat a horse!" </span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm not so sure, but I usually have
pancakes if I have breakfast here." Caleb shrugged.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Is that what you're having? Make it
two." Luke smiled at Caleb. Caleb smiled back faintly. Something was
obviously bothering him and Luke could see that. Caleb placed their order to
the waitress, and asked her to refill his cup with coffee this time. "Is
everything okay?" Luke asked once the waitress went away.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah, pretty much." Caleb only
answered Luke very shortly. He actually didn't know what to do. It was like he
was battling inside of his head.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Something is bothering you. What is
it?" Luke looked at Caleb. From where he was sitting, he could see that
Caleb's forehead was a bit frowned. Though Luke thought that Caleb appeared a
bit agitated, he still looked handsome. His brunette hair was short and spiky
to the left side. His skin was fairly tanned. His eyes were dark brown and when
he smiled, Luke noticed that a dimple appeared only at his left cheek.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb let out a big sigh, "If I ask
you a question, could you please be honest with me?" He looked into Luke's
eyes for assurance.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Certainly. Does this have something
to do with what you wanted to talk about last night?" Luke guessed.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"As a matter of fact, yes. Who are
you, actually? I don't think you're a lawyer because an Assistant District
Attorney who handled our father's will and attended some divorce cases at the
court sounds bull to me." Caleb was hoping for some straight answers.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Luke was going to say something before the
waitress came to their table and brought their orders. Luke grabbed the cutlery
and started enjoying his breakfast. On the other hand, Caleb seemed
uninterested about the meal before his eyes though he was a bit famished. He
hadn't had anything but a cup of cappuccino.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Why aren't you eating? These pancakes
are 'da bomb'!" Luke cut another piece of pancake and shoved it into his
mouth.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm not that hungry." As soon as
Caleb said that, his stomach growled, pretty loudly.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Both Caleb & Luke stared at each other.
For one second, it was silent. Then they both laughed till some people around
them glanced at their way.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay, fine. I'll eat." Caleb
gave in to his hunger, grabbed the cutlery and started eating. "This doesn't
mean you can get away from answering my question." Caleb looked at Luke in
a skeptical way.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I must say, if looks could kill I'd
be dead by now." Luke finished his pancakes. He put his food aside,
"Okay, what do you want to know?"</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I want to know who you really are. My
brothers don't trust you and I'm starting to feel the same way." Caleb
said frankly.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay. Truth is I'm not really a
lawyer. I don't even have any idea how does the law work." Luke replied.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Then what were you doing barging into
our lives? Who knows if the will was a fake one?" Caleb said in
exasperation.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No, it is real. I went to your house
as a lawyer because I couldn't think of a better explanation on how to give it
to you. All of you. I assure you, I'm a friend. I'm not the bad guy here."
Luke explained.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't even know if I can trust
you." Caleb buried his face into his palms. "So, who are you
really?"</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I can't tell you that, Caleb. At
least, not until you're ready." Luke said it slowly.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Not till I'm ready?" Caleb
repeated. "This is ridiculous. What kind of game are you playing,
Luke?"</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm not playing any games, Caleb.
It's just…I'm not allowed to tell you anything unless you discover it
yourself." Luke said guiltily.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb looked at Luke and said, "Look,
I like you, Luke. But I don't think I can trust you unless you're being honest
with me."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Luke said, "Yeah, about that. I think
there's been a misunderstanding." He took a very deep breath. "I'm
straight."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb froze. He didn't know what to do.
Confusion took over himself. It was like his heart skipped a beat, only in a
very bad way. His mouth felt dry. He wanted to say something but he choked.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Caleb, I'm sorry if I've been sending
you mixed signals but I'm not gay." Luke explained it to Caleb.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb suddenly burst into a big laughter
which made Luke astonished. "Of course you are! You misunderstood. I mean,
I like you as a friend. Sorry I didn't make it clear enough to you."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh really? That's great to
know." Luke said skeptically.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh! Look at the time. It's almost
time for my shift. I need to get to the hospital." Caleb said as he was
looking at this watch on his left wrist.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay. Let me take care of the
bill." Luke called for the waitress and signaled her to get the bill.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb said, "No, you shouldn't. I was
the one who asked you to come here today. I'll take care of it. I insist."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As soon as he had done take care of the
bill, Caleb excused himself. He told Luke they'd be in touch. Caleb walked away
from the diner awkwardly quick, making it very obvious that he wanted to avoid
anymore conversation with Luke. Luke looked at the way where Caleb was headed
until he disappeared from his sight. Luke let out a big sigh. That was a big
fat lie, he told himself. Not being completely honest with Caleb about his destiny
was one thing, lying about his feelings was another thing. Luke liked Caleb,
but the only reason he told Caleb that he was straight because it was
forbidden. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb reached the hospital miserably. He
really thought that Luke showed some interest in him, he was very positive
about it. All he could do was lying about his feelings towards Caleb. He
couldn't think as he felt humiliated. Luke was just being nice, he thought. He
felt stupid and vulnerable. He checked in for his shift and headed to his workstation.
He tried to make himself busy with work. He tried to focus but to no avail. He
began to be preoccupied with his work till someone patted his left shoulder
pretty hard. He jumped a bit and accidentally let everything he was holding
fell on the floor.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He turned around and he saw Charlie.
"Charlie! You scared me. What are you doing here?" He bent down to
pick up the things which were scattered on the floor.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie bent down to help Caleb pick up the
things, "Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to scare you like that. I came because I
figured I could help you with Luke Greene predicament."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Too little, too late. I talked to him
this morning." Caleb started walking and Charlie just followed him
everywhere he went.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You did? So, how did it go?"
Charlie seemed curious.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb told Charlie everything that happened
in the morning, that he wasn't a lawyer and claimed that he was a friend
instead of a foe. He also told Charlie about how he misunderstood Luke's mixed
signals and he was indeed straight, or so he thought. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Luke? Straight? You've got to be
kidding me!" Charlie said in incredulity.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tell me about it." Caleb seemed
uninterested to continue talking about the topic but Charlie couldn't see that.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Dude, I had my ‘gaydar’ all over him.
The way he looked at you, there's no way he could be straight." Charlie
shook his head.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Charlie, you're not supposed to have ‘gaydar’.
Only gays do." Caleb chuckled at what Charlie said as they arrived at the
staff lounge.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm not? I thought everyone should
have that." Charlie became a bit confused.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Sometimes I think you know more about
gays more than I do, Charlie. Are you sure you're straight?" Caleb said it
teasingly.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Straight as an arrow! You want
proofs?" Charlie defended himself.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"There's no need for that, Charlie. I
know you're straight. I don't doubt that at all. You can't even take your eyes
off of Maria since we came here." Caleb pointed at a redhead girl Charlie
kept staring at. "I know what you're thinking. I don't allow it. Not from
my workplace!" He gave Charlie a smirk.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Who's so lame to make such rules?
That's not cool, man." Charlie complained.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't care if forbidding you 'do'
my co-workers is lame. I've got reputation to keep here too. Back off,
okay." Caleb warned Charlie.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Chill, man. Okay, I won't mess around
with people from your work place. But I'm still not going anywhere. You still
owe me lunch and u promised to land me some bartending gig here in LA."
Charlie said mischievously.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay, but not now. I'm still on my
shift. I'll only have my break in an hour from now." Caleb looked at his
watch.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I can wait. It's not like I have
better things to do." Charlie crossed his legs and leaned his back on the
comfy sofa.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb indulged himself in his work,
updating patients' charts, attending warded patients. One hour passed just like
that. He thought of going back to Charlie at the staff lounge before one of the
warded patients, Mr. Vasquez's heart stopped. He quickly went to the room tried
to revive the patient. Considering that he was just a medical assistant, he
didn't have the authority to revive the patient using electricity. 20 seconds
had passed and no one arrived to help him. He performed CPR, and pushed his
palms onto Mr. Vasquez's chest. He put all his willpower to save Mr. Vasquez
but he began to think that if the heart wasn't revived, the patient would be
gone for good. Desperation engulfed him. It was very intense. He wished that
the doctor would be there to authorize the electrocution revival. Suddenly, a
spark of electrostatic came to life on his hands. He was dumbfounded with that.
He tried concentrating and this time it wasn't just electrostatic that came to
life. It was red colored electrical sparks coming out from his fingers. It
wasn't fatal, but it was strong enough to electrocute the dying patient in
front of him. Suddenly, Mr. Vasquez's heart began to beat. It progressively
gained normal heartbeat rate. Caleb took a step back. He couldn't believe his
eyes. He couldn't make sense what just happened and the episode astounded him.
The doctors and other medical assistants arrived to the room only to realize
that Mr. Vasquez had been revived. They were all looking at Caleb for
explanation, but he could only shook his head in disbelief. He dismissed
himself from the patient's room and went to the staff lounge to find Charlie.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You won't believe what just happened
to me." Caleb startled Charlie who was listening to music tracks in his
BlackBerry. They were alone.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hey, buddy. Calm down for a
second." Charlie stopped the song that was playing in the playlist. He
took off his earplugs. "Now, tell me what happened. You look like you'd
seen a ghost."</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb took a deep breath before began to
talk, "I've just electrocuted a dying patient."</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Huh? Don't you medic people usually
do that to revive people?" Charlie stated, began to think that it wasn't a
big deal.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! You don't understand! I did it
with my bare hands!" Caleb pulled out his palms. For a second, the red
colored electrical spark appeared again between his fingers. They both were
taken aback. "Now, you believe me?"</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Whoa! What just happened, man? That
was bizarre!" Charlie widened his eyes.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That was his power. Cool isn't
it?" suddenly a big bearded guy interrupted Caleb and Charlie's
conversation. He wore a black t-shirt and a black leather pants. His shoes were
black, and his arms were full of tattoos which appeared to be satanic. His eyes
were ebony black, not even a single color of white was present in his eyes.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They both were surprised by the interruption
and stood up. "And who are you?" Caleb asked the fully black attired
guy.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm your death sentence." The
guy said. He held out his right hand and suddenly a fireball magically
integrated in his palm. He threw the fireball at Caleb. </span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb froze and he had no idea how to
react. From the look of it, he could anticipate that the fireball was targeted
towards his chest. He wanted to move away but he knew it was too late.</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Look out!" Charlie pushed Caleb
to the side. He didn't know what he was doing but it was his reflex to do that.
As they fell onto the floor, Charlie was surrounded by blue shining light. He
was confused by the occurrence. His surroundings began to shimmer and slowly
changed into the villa's living room. During the transition, the blue light
followed the direction towards their movement. This happened so fast, the next
thing that Charlie saw before his eyes was the wooden coffee table in the
middle of the living room. Too bad they fell on it and Charlie slammed his face
onto it. Caleb was lucky that he landed on his butt. Their crashing made a loud
booming sound.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They took time to regain their balance
before they realized that they were back home. Charlie felt the ache on his
face. </span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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<span lang="EN-US"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span>
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb brushed off some of the debris from
the breaking of the coffee table. He helped Charlie back on his feet. "How
in the world did we get here?"</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie looked at Caleb before saying,
"Caleb, I think I've just teleported us back home."</span></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US">
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Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-71134736665055866802012-09-05T05:09:00.000+08:002012-09-05T10:46:04.063+08:00Charmed Ones: Part 3<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie swiped the dust off of the peculiar book. The book
was huge and bulky. The dark-green leather on its hard cover gave the
impression of its being old. Scratches appeared on some parts of it as if it
had survived centuries of battle. He opened the book. The first page had a
sentence written on it. He thought it could be like some sort of an incantation
but it was too short to be one. The power of the trio will set us for go. He whispered
the words. He kept reading. The first few pages of the book narrated the
history of magic. The grand design of good and evil, a sense of duality like <i>yin and yang</i>. Magic had been seen as the means of evil but it
wasn’t revealed that over the centuries magic was used to fight evil of the
world. Demons that walked among people, warlocks that killed good witches to gain powers and fallen witches who practiced dark magic.
</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“This is ridiculous.” Charlie told himself. “So I read this
and I become Harry Potter or something?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He closed the book thinking that it was such a waste of time
spending a few hours reading some old witchcraft history that had nothing to do
with him. He put the book back into the chest and went out of the basement. As
he walked to his room, the triquetra symbol glowed. He tucked himself to sleep
when the triquetra symbol became brighter. The glow levitated on the air and
broke to individual symbols. The symbols flied across the villa and reached
Connor, Caleb and Charlie. The symbols landed on their chest then disappeared
like they were absorbed into the brothers’ bodies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Charlie woke up the next morning. He was drenched in sweat. Perplexity
filled his mind when he discovered that he wasn’t in his room. He rubbed his
eyes hard. Disbelief overwhelmed him as he was lying on the living room floor.
He got up and went to the kitchen only to see Connor was having his breakfast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I could use some of that coffee you’re having.” Charlie sat
on the stool next to Connor. Connor got up and dispensed some coffee from the
coffee-maker and handed it to Charlie. “Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You alright? You look terrible.” Connor took a sip of
coffee.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thank you.” Charlie said sarcastically. “I don’t know what
happened to me. I woke up at the living room floor.” He took a few sips of
coffee from his blue colored mug. “I clearly remember that I slept in my room
last night.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Maybe you were sleepwalking.” Connor took a guess.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"If I had sleepwalked, wouldn't I had been having that since I was
a kid?" Charlie asked Connor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor took a bite of peanut butter toast before saying,
"I don't know. The other day I saw on Desperate Housewives that one can
develop that out of guilt or something."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Or something?" Charlie repeated, skeptical.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Don't ask me. I'm no medical expert. I work in an
advertising company, okay. Maybe you should ask Caleb about this. Figure he
would at least have some ideas about it." Connor went to the toaster and
took two slices of toasts, placed it on a purple ceramic plate and handed them
to Charlie. "Here are some peanut butter and various flavor of jams."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Thanks. Speaking of which, where's Caleb?"
Charlie grabbed a butter knife and took a big chunk of peanut butter before
putting them on the toasts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I guess he went out early. Maybe he went out to
work." Connor could only guest as he didn't know anything about it any
better.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Or maybe he went to see Luke? Or investigate about
him?" Charlie took more wild guesses.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I hope everything will turn out fine for him. I don't
want him to face another sorrow after we lost our dad, you know." A bit of
concern was present in Connor's voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I wouldn't worry much about him. He's a grown man.
Sure he can take care of himself pretty good." Charlie finished off his first toast.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor said, "Well, both of you are my only brothers
and I sure don't want anything to happen to you both. Whether you like it or
not, I'm looking out for you two. I'm the big bro, aren't I?" <o:p></o:p></div>
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Weirdly, Connor put on a very warm smile on his face which
was something he rarely did. The denotation behind that smile was understood by
Charlie. Though he wouldn't admit it in a million years, Charlie cared for his
eldest brother regardless. He would always be known as the one who rebelled,
the one who got into trouble for no reason but never meant all that to be a
sign of defiance toward his brothers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"It's like you can count on me like one two
three…" Connor started singing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Whoa! Hold it right there. Don't you go all Bruno Mars
on me. It's just weird, man." Charlie dropped his toast onto the ceramic plate and raised both of his hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yeah, probably not a good idea." Connor started
laughing and Charlie joined him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a familiar feeling to that. They were one big
happy family. Their parents were pretty much crazy in love with each other
years ago before it all shattered into pieces. Pieces that couldn't be put back
together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Guess we can have a civilized conversation without
shoving knives to one another's throat." Charlie muttered after he was
done laughing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yeah, I guess we can." Connor agreed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Hey, I forgot to tell you last night I got the chest
opened." Charlie changed the subject.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Seriously? How?" Connor was invoked by confusion
and curiosity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Charlie started telling Connor how he carried the chest into
the basement and found out the padlock was unlocked as he believed was
caused by the impact he made from putting the chest onto the floor pretty hard.
He also told Connor that he found a big thick green leathered book with a
triquetra symbol on it inside the old wooden chest. He told Connor he read a
few first pages of the book about witchcraft history and how they somehow
related to those stated in the book.<br />
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"Witchcraft?" Connor was flabbergasted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Nah, I wouldn't worry much about it. Probably just
nothing." Charlie cleaned up the kitchen and put everything into the
dishwasher to get them cleaned.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I'll get down and see the book for myself later. Now,
I'm just going to get ready for a jog." Connor stood up from the stool.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You do that. I need to get ready myself." Charlie
started leaving the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Where are you going?" Puzzled by this, Connor
asked Charlie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Think I'm meeting Caleb at the hospital. Maybe he
needs help with Luke Greene investigation thingy. Plus, he did promise to land
me that bartending gig here." Charlie put on his mischievous look.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Don't do anything stupid okay. Be safe." Connor
said to Charlie half yelling as he already left the kitchen running towards the
shower.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor put on a pair of black shorts, sleeveless red muscle
shirt and a pair of red running shoes. It suited his muscular built even though
he wasn’t as well-built as Charlie was. He locked the door behind him and
headed to the nearby park to go for a jog. His dirty blonde hair shined under
the hot scorching sun of the morning. A girl ran passed him couldn't help but
become aware of the hazel eyes he had. Connor saw the girl was looking at him
so set a smile on his rose-tinted lips which also showed a set of white
dazzling teeth. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He began to do his stretches to warm up his body as he
arrived at the park. He felt effortless when he jogged. He wanted to challenge
himself so he changed his pace to be more rapidly. Gradually, he gained the
momentum to run faster, and faster. It was late till he realized that he was in
the middle of the city of Los Angeles. Some cars honked at him for standing in
the middle of the road. He didn't understand how he could get to the city when
it usually took 45 minutes to get there even by using a vehicle and he somehow
got there in a couple of minutes. He walked around and found Starbucks. He sat
there trying to make sense what just happened. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor thought there must be a very good explanation to
this. He took a cab and went back to the villa. He immediately went to the
basement and tried looking for the chest that Charlie brought down the night
before. As he found the chest, he quickly took the book out from it and flipped
through the pages. He read again what had been read by Charlie the other night, only Connor decided to read further.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor found out that the Alexanders were the descendants of
a once very powerful witch who sacrificed herself to obliterate one of the most
powerful forces of evil in the entire universe. According to the prophecy
written in it, there would be a time where three witches would inherit the
gifts to continue the legacy. These witches, regardless of gender, would possess
three types of magical powers. The first was superhuman magical abilities, the
second was the magical power of elemental control and the last one would be the
power of magical defense.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor read the last line that illustrated the powers.
"These powers when combined would be the most powerful ever existed on the
face of Earth. And this power would be known as the ‘Power of the Trio’."
He closed the book. He let this new discovery sink in to his head. “I’m a
witch?” He shook his head in disbelief. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Before he could open the book to continue reading it, there
was a loud booming sound upstairs.</div>
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<o:p></o:p>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-23899153361698754452012-09-02T02:31:00.000+08:002012-09-02T02:31:01.813+08:00Charmed Ones: Part 2<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Connor stared at the house grant blankly. He didn’t know
what to do with it. He didn’t know where to start. He would have to go back to
New York in few days time yet he hadn’t talked to his brothers about the villa.
What they were going to do with it. He had thought about selling it, but that
would not be approved by Caleb. Since the delivery of the will from their
father’s lawyer, Luke Greene, Caleb had expressed his wish to stay in the villa
considering that the hospital where he worked as a medical assistant was closer
to the villa compared to his old apartment.<br />
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Connor went down to the living room. He saw Charlie was
lying on the sofa browsing through the TV channel. Charlie was wearing grey
shorts and white muscle shirt which had “YOLO” written in the middle of it. He
was eating a box of popcorn while watching the rerun of “Pimp My Ride” on MTV.
Charlie saw Connor coming to his way but he didn’t bother to turn his head to
look his direction. His eyes were so glued on the screen of that 42-inched LED
Samsung TV in front of them. Connor joined him, unsure how to start the
conversation with his youngest brother.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What are you watching?” Connor cleared his throat because
his voice sounded dry. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“This is the best thing I can do in this freaking old
villa.” Replied Charlie, still glued to the TV screen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Just got back from the gym, I see.” Connor looked at the TV
and the show turned to commercial break.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t wake up one morning then ‘poof!’ this hot body
suddenly become mine. I put extremely lots of work to gain this.” Charlie
turned to look at Connor, bringing his eyes up and down. “I think you should
spare some time at the gym too.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ignoring what Charlie said to him, Connor said, “Have you
seen Caleb? Think it’s time for dinner.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He BBM-ed me earlier saying he would be back in a bit. He
bought dinner for us. Hope you’re not allergic with Chinese food.” Charlie
checked on his BlackBerry to see if there was any notification he hadn’t
opened.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, okay. Could you please tell me when he arrives? I need
to do some conference call in my room. I’ll leave to whatever that you’re doing
right now.” Connor stood up, prepared to leave Charlie alone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sure. I’ll just text you. Keep your cell phone close. Too
bad you’re not using BlackBerry. I could've BBM you. You don't even have WhatsApp installed in your iPhone.” Charlie said with a
smirk.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor left Charlie alone in the living room. He got
upstairs and sat on the bed. He didn’t really have a conference call he needed
to do. It just felt weird being in the same room as Charlie without Caleb’s
presence there. Plus, he didn’t want to risk being in an argument with Charlie
again. He didn’t quite remember what had happened between them when they were
small, but they hadn’t had the best brotherly relationship. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He pulled out his iPhone 4S and started browsing through the
net. He logged on to Facebook. His jaw literally dropped as he stared at the
first post on the News Feed that read ‘Lisa Grimaldi is in a relationship’.
Lisa Grimaldi was the love of his life, or so he thought. They broke up just a
few weeks before Connor got the phone call from Caleb’s on their father’s
death. She told him that she didn’t feel the excitement in their relationship
anymore. ‘Irreconcilable differences’ as she told him. He had suspected that
she might be cheating on him, but it wasn’t his style to accuse people without
having any proof. He couldn’t even do that when the person he suspected was the
person he was in love with. A notification suddenly popped up onto the screen
that read ‘Caleb’s home.’ Perfect timing, he thought to himself. He deleted the
notification and placed his phone in his pocket.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor went down only to see that Caleb and Charlie were
already sitting at the dining table. Seeing the Chinese takeout made him realize
that he hadn’t eaten anything since Luke Greene’s visit to the house. Luke
Greene. He thought there was something odd about that guy. Well, he knew that
Caleb was already head over heels about him but he had an anomalous feeling
about that lawyer. All the more reason to be cautious.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thanks for the dinner, Caleb.” Connor broke out the
uncomfortable silence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Don’t mention it. I’m just glad both of you are here right
now. It sometime feels kind lonely here in LA without any family members close
to you, you know.” Caleb looked at Connor and Charlie both.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m just glad Connor isn’t allergic to Chinese takeout. Who
knows if he needed CPR right after? I ain’t doing it in a million years.”
Charlie burst into laughter. “I’m sure Caleb wouldn’t mind giving you CPR,
Connor.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Watch it, Charlie. Even though he’s gay, it doesn’t mean
that he wants to kiss me.” Connor paused, thinking about what he said. “You
wouldn’t, right Caleb?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Of course not! That’s just disgusting! Euw! Can’t believe
you thought about it like that. I won’t do you CPR if you needed one. I’ll just
punch your chest instead. Sure you can handle it.” Caleb
said humorously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For some reason, they laughed about it. Somehow, they needed
it after the bad day they just had.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So, any decision on the villa and that old wooden chest?”
asked Charlie. He looked at Caleb who later turned to look at Connor. Connor
felt trapped, like they both were ganging up on him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s what I wanted to talk about.” Connor put his food
aside. “I don’t know what to do actually. I was hoping we can all decide what
our next move will be.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I was wondering if both of you could move in.” Caleb turned
to Charlie. “That would be okay with you, right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, I’m going back to Miami to tend bars. You know a guy
have to do what he’s got to do. I’m a career man. Plus, it’s YOLO.” Charlie
pointed at his muscle shirt like some sort of a rap singer.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“YOLO?” Connor looked baffled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It means ‘You Only Live Once’. Dude, you really have to
keep up with the Internet lingo.” Charlie gestured something signifying that
Connor was old.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s also the dumbass’ excuse for doing something stupid,”
Caleb put his food aside now, “and I know you’re better than that, Charlie.”
Charlie seemed unconvinced so Caleb continued, “Come on, Charlie. I’m sure you
can tend bars here too. It’s LA, for God’s sake. You’ll get paid better here.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Fine. I’m staying, but just because you said I’ll get paid
better here. And you’re going to help me with it. Deal?” Charlie pulled out his
right hand and set his picky finger out. “Pretty please?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“God! You’re the most annoying brother ever! You didn’t
really have to make that voice. It’s a deal.” Caleb ignored Charlie
immature acts and voice for that matter. “How about you, big bro?” He later
turned to Connor who looked agitated about the whole conversation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I can’t leave my job in New York just like that.” He said
to Caleb. He didn’t want to look at Charlie. “I’m leaving this weekend.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Can’t you ask for a transfer? You said they have an opening
here, right?” Caleb asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“They do, but it’s a lower position.” Connor said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“So, you’re worried about being paid less? Thought you’d
care about family bonding and whatnot.” Charlie said exasperatingly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Now look who’s talking. Who has been away doing ‘God knows
what’ in Miami? Don’t you think I know that you’ve been tending bars because you
dropped out of college?” Connor looked into Charlie’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Flabbergasted, Charlie turned to Caleb and said “Damn! That
was supposed to be a secret. Thought I could trust you on this.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come on, Charlie. Who would have believed you’d finished your
bachelor’s degree this soon? I had to tell him somehow.” Caleb said as he tried
to talk some sense into Charlie. “Connor, you sure you can’t pull some strings
on this?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t think I can. I’m really sorry.” Connor said feebly.
“I’m okay with you both staying in this house but I can’t leave my commitment
just like that. Hope you would understand.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was an awkward silence for a couple of minute before Caleb asked everyone, “Ok, that’s it about the villa. How about the chest?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Since we can’t open it, I was hoping if Charlie could bring
it down to the basement?” Connor turned to Charlie, “Is that okay with you?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You expect me to carry that alone? Who knows what’s inside?
It might be extremely heavy for me.” Charlie felt like he was being bullied.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Come on, Charlie. I think you can handle it. All those
times you spent in the gym must have given you a lot of strength.” Caleb tried
to persuade him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Very well, I’ll do it but you owe me tomorrow’s lunch. I’m
a college dropout after all.” Charlie continued, “Or you have a date with
McSmiley?” he said mischievously.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“McSmiley? Who’s that?” Connor seemed confused.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s Luke Green, Connor. Didn’t you see how Caleb responded
when he smiled? He practically melted many times.” Charlie blurted it out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I did not! Plus, why would you be that observant on a guy? It’s
incredibly odd for a straight guy like you.” said Caleb, trying to put the
attention on Charlie as he began to blush.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Connor said, “Caleb, you’re blushing. I could basically
see it from here.” He let out a small laugh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I…may…have…liked…the…way…he…smiles.” Caleb said slowly and
softly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Told ya!” Charlie said to Connor. They both ended up
laughing out loud.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Whatever you do, we support you 100%, Caleb. You’re our
only gay brother.” Connor assured Caleb “But I think you should be careful with
him.” He continued.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Why is that?” Caleb questioned.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He said our father appointed him as his lawyer, but he
needed to attend some divorce cases at the court? That sounded peculiar to me.”
Connor insisted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m on the same page as Connor on this one; even a college
dropout like me knows that lawyers have their areas of expertise.” Charlie
agreed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It says here that he’s the Deputy District Attorney of LA.”
Caleb told everyone as he pulled out the name card he got from Luke before he
left.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That makes it even stranger. The DA is supposed to take
care of crime cases, against the criminals.” Connor took the card from Caleb
then gave it to Charlie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“This is strange. Think you should look into this, dude.”
Charlie gave the name card back to Caleb.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Maybe I’ll ask him about this tomorrow.” Caleb stopped
there. “Think I’m going to call it a day. I’m so tired.” He quickly left the
dining room, leaving only both Connor and Charlie looking bewildered at each
other.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He seemed upset.” Connor muttered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Of course he was. If the girl I like turned out like a
serial killer or something, I’d be upset too. He liked the guy.” Charlie tried
to rationalize Caleb’s gloom.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Think I’m heading to my room too. There are a lot of things
I need to settle.” Connor wiped his mouth with the napkin. “Don’t forget about
the chest, okay?” he pointed to the chest. “Good night.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Night.” Charlie replied short. He then looked at the chest,
“You and I, we’ve got serious problem. I need to carry you to the basement.
Wish I had a magical power to teleport you down there.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Charlie cleared the dining table and threw away the
leftovers into the bin outside the villa. He found it surprising that the chest
was actually lighter than the weighs he lifted at the gym. So he put the chest
on the basement’s floor. As he turned away to get back upstairs, he heard a
click behind him. He returned to the chest to check it out. The padlock had suddenly been unlocked. “The impact must have made this happened.” Charlie thought to
himself. He got curious; he wanted to see what was inside the chest that their
father left. The same chest that Calvin looked at as he took his final breath,
only Charlie didn’t know that. He opened it. There was a creaking sound as he
opened the chest. Chills went down his spine. It was abruptly cold in the
basement. It was so eccentric considering that the basement got no windows but
Charlie didn’t think about any of it. His curiosity empowered him to look into
the chest. Inside, there was a green-leathered book with a triquetra symbol.
Charlie grabbed the book. He said, “What in the world is this?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-43268813595475912882012-09-01T16:39:00.000+08:002012-09-01T16:52:02.997+08:00Charmed Ones: Part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Disclaimer: This is just fiction. Please read it with an open mind.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Caleb sat in the kitchen staring into nothing. He thought about his father as he was standing there powerlessly as they lowered the coffin into the ground. Tears fell down his cheeks. Stood next to him during the funeral were his brothers, Connor and Charlie. Caleb found it very hard to accept the death of his father. Among the three of them, he was the closest one to their father, Calvin Alexander. He reminisced about the memories that they shared together. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">T</span><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he most memorable thing was the day he came out to his dad, admitting to him that he didn’t like girls like his brothers were. He felt the pounding in his chest when he told his dad about his homosexuality. He could not withhold the fact that his dad might be upset with this and kicked him out of the house and told him he wouldn’t love him anymore. In fact, he had his stuffs packed in a luggage in his room just in case if that were to happen.
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Dad, can I talk to you about something?” Caleb said nervously. He grabbed a stool in front of him gesturing his dad to sit in front of him. “It’s important.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Sure, son.” Calvin sat on the stool, making himself comfortable with the position. “You okay, son? You look like you had seen a ghost.” Calvin chuckled. He looked at Caleb’s face; the expression in his face didn’t change. He knew then that it was serious. “I’m sorry. Come on, talk to me. Isn’t that what you wanted to do?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb cleared his throat before starting to tell his dad the news. “Dad, I’ve been keeping this to myself for quite some time and I don’t think I can keep this any longer.” He paused, looking at Calvin’s face for reassurance. “Dad, I’m gay.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For a minute there was an awkward silence. Caleb looked at his dad. He was perplexed by his dad’s expression because there was nothing. He stood up, beginning to leave. He could not bear seeing his dad’s face turned into a face of disappointment. Calvin clutched Caleb’s arm holding him from leaving. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Where are you going? I don’t think we’re done here, young man.” spoke Calvin. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I don’t want to look at the disappointment all over your face because your son didn’t turn out as you expected.” Caleb said as his eyes started to water. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To Caleb’s surprise, his dad hugged him. He was shocked. He didn’t know what happened.
“Who says I’m disappointed?” Calvin let go of the hug and looked straight at Caleb in the eyes. “I’m proud of you. You have the courage to actually admit it and tell me about it.” He continued, “How long have you been keeping this?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“For a couple of months. You’re the first person to know this, dad. I don’t know what to do.” He wiped his tears. “I thought you were going to kick me out of the house. I even had my stuff packed in my room. You know, just in case.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Caleb, you shouldn’t think about it like that. No matter what happens, I will always love you. All of you”. Calvin said, “Have you told your brothers about this?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“No, I haven’t. I wanted you to know first. I was wondering if we could tell them both. I don’t think I can do this alone.” Caleb took a deep breath. “Will you?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Of course, son.” Calvin said, “No one should go through this alone. I’m sure your brothers would be okay with it. I didn’t raise them to be judgmental freaks, you know?” he laughed. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb laughed as well. “Thanks, dad. I would never have done this without you.” He embraced his dad and said, “Love you, dad.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Love you too, son.” Calvin hugged Caleb tight. “Now, come on. We wouldn’t want your brothers to miss this remarkable news, right?” he said it with a big smile making the lines beside his eyes appeared. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb snapped back into reality. Now, he realized that he was in the villa’s kitchen. That was the place where the conversation took place. He didn’t realize that he was in tears. He grabbed a tissue from its box and wiped them. He blew his nose into another sheet of tissue. Then the youngest brother, Charlie stepped into the kitchen. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Charlie got closer to Caleb. He could see that Caleb was crying. “Dude, you okay?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Am I okay? Our dad just died.” There was anger in his tone. “How can I be okay with that?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Caleb, I lost our dad too.” Charlie said. “We all lost our father. I didn’t mean it that way when I asked if you were okay.” He said calmly. He understood how devastated Caleb was considering that he was the closest to their dad. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I know. I’m sorry.” Caleb put on a smile, faintly. “So what brought you here?” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“We’ve got a company. There’s a lawyer at the living room with Connor right now. He said something about our dad’s will. I think he’s going to read it to us.” Charlie put his hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “Come on, I think we shouldn’t keep the lawyer waiting.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Caleb and Charlie left the kitchen. Sitting with the eldest brother, Connor, was the lawyer. He shook both Caleb and Charlie’s hands. Caleb thought that the lawyer looked attractive in his suit. The shirt that he wore was soft green in color with his apple green necktie that had pictures of leaves on it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Hello, my name is Luke Greene and I am you father’s lawyer.” Luke put on a big smile on his face while introducing himself to the brothers. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Mr. Greene? Does that have anything to do with what you’re wearing now?” Charlie cracked a joke but no one laughed. Connor shot a killer look at his way. “What? I’m just kidding. I didn’t want us to go all awkward about this will thingy.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“It’s okay. Well, it’s a coincidence. As for what I’m wearing today, it’s my favorite color.” Luke explained to Charlie. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“You don’t have to explain that, Mr. Greene. Charlie doesn’t think before he says anything. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” said Connor apologetically. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“He’s not uncomfortable, Connor. Could you please for once stop putting words into people’s mouth?” said Charlie, irritated with what Connor said about him. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Guys, come on. Could you both stop killing one another just for a minute?” Caleb was annoyed by their actions, fighting like small children. “We have a guest for crying out loud. If anyone is making Mr. Greene uncomfortable, it’s you both.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“You can call me Luke, Mr. Alexander.” Luke said reacting to what Caleb said. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Well, you shouldn’t call me that either. Caleb’s just fine.” Caleb said to him back.
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Connor and Charlie looked at one another and for a moment there was an awkward silence. Connor cleared his throat and said, “So, Luke. What brought you here?” It broke the awkwardness in the room. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Yes, about that. I have here a short will from your father, Mr. Calvin Alexander.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his briefcase. “According to your father’s will, he named the three of you to become the heirs of this villa and that old wooden chest sitting at the corner of the room right there.” Luke pointed at the old wooden chest beside the floor lamp. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“So, you’re saying you have the key to open the chest?” Connor said blatantly.
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Unfortunately, no. This will is the only thing I have. Your father trusted me to give this will to all of you if anything happened to him.” Luke replied. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I’ve tried opening it before, but it’s locked. There’s no way we can open it without the key.” Caleb told everyone. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“We can break it. Just smash with a large rock or something.” Charlie gave an idea. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“We can’t risk breaking whatever inside the chest, Charlie.” Connor rejected Charlie’s idea. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“I’m sure all of you will figure out what to do next. I believe that’s what your father wants. If you excuse me, I need to go to the court. There’s a divorce case that I need to attend.” Luke said as he began to stand. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The brothers all stood up but Caleb volunteered to walk Luke out the villa. Both Connor and Charlie looked at each other and pulled out big grins on their faces. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Thank you, Mr. Greene for your trip over here. I know you’re a very busy man.” Caleb said to Luke as he opened the door for him. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Come on, it’s Luke. Have you forgotten about that?” Luke said it with a smile. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Those nice set of teeth and amiable smile exactly what made him looked charming. Caleb looked at Luke talking but he didn’t hear any sound coming out from his mouth. All he could see was a very attractive young man stood before him. He didn’t realize that Luke was handing him his name card. He became a bit clumsy and took the name card from Luke’s hand. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“That was my name card, if you notice.” Luke said it teasingly. “If you need anything regarding the will or anything at all, call me.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Err…thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” Caleb looked at the name card then said, “Drive safe.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Luke let the door closed behind him. He still smiled with Caleb’s reaction toward the name card. Suddenly, green lights started to appear around his head like some sort of flashing orbs. Slowly, the shining green lights started to spread around his arms, legs, every parts of his body. Before he disappeared into thin air, he said “The time has come for you, Charmed Ones.”</span></div>
Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-51336138985422091152012-09-01T02:02:00.002+08:002012-09-01T16:12:36.749+08:00Charmed Ones: Prologue<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I've mentioned earlier that I want to try writing a story, so this is it. Just a prologue. I don't have a title for this story yet but it will soon. Please leave your comment for the newbie writer, which is me, okay? Thanks! - Iz</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He lied on the floor, bleeding and helpless. The <i>athame</i>, a signature knife for demons was still buried in his stomach. He knew that this day would come but he thought he could handle it. How could he not prepare himself for this? The only thing he could do was blasting the demon with electrical discharge from his right hand that was later placed on the wound. As he saw the demon disintegrated to ashes, his whole life flashed before his eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He thought about the sons he had. Three of them. He could still remember every single bit of memory watching them grew up, raising them into the men they had become. He remembered them all: the first word, the first step, teaching them how to ride bicycles, kindergarten, elementary school, high school, girl problem and guy problem for his middle son, graduations and the list went on. But the most important thing was their first discovery of their powers. They were perfect for him, he could not possibly care about anything more than his sons. The only thing he could not understand was why his sons never got along. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He tried to move but to no avail. Somehow, he could sense that the life in him was slowly fading. He attempted to scream for help but he choked. Slowly, he looked at the corner of the living room that he was in. Sitting next to the floor lamp was an old wooden chest. He pulled out his left hand as if he was trying to grab the chest. He let out a small chuckle. He didn’t know what was so funny but that was the only thing he could do, given the circumstance. He was perplexed that he could hold it this long before dying. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">His heart pumped slower. Every second took his life away from his body. At this point, he could be drowning in his own blood. He lost so much blood he knew there was nothing he could do. Looking straight at the old wooden chest as he let out his final breath, he said “Sons, I’m sorry.”
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Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-43440581544173854312012-08-31T19:05:00.002+08:002012-08-31T19:11:13.576+08:00Storybook?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's close to the end of my semester break. I remember in my previous entry I talk about my trying to find a part time job to fill my boredom of staying in the house doing nothing but eating and sleeping. Well, add watching TV to that. That was before I learned the fact that my buddy back from primary and lower secondary school turned into a mini Hulk.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That's an exaggeration. He's no Hulk. He just has this buff, ripped-off body to die for. So I asked him what he did because he told me that he used to be fat all those years we hadn't seen each other. Gym. That's all it took to convince me that it's time for me to turn my life around. Well, not necessarily my life. My physique it is.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've been going to the gym these couple of months and I must say I feel a lot different from before. Well, if you saw me I didn't think you would notice any bizarre changes took place because there was none. Truth is, working out and seeing the result are two things that don't go together very well. Of course, you have to work very hard to gain that body-to-die-for type of body.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I went to Herbalife to measure my fat content. Turned out that most of my fat had been burned to my going to the gym and muscles have been building up since then. So I vow to myself that once I arrive in Shah Alam I won't abandon this routine. This needs to go on if I really to prove to the world out there that I indeed can change the way I look, the way I want it to be. Speaking of which, I'll be going to the gym in 30 minutes from now so I need to get ready.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Before I end this, I just wanted to say the reason I came back here because of one thing and one thing only. I want to write. Continue writing things as it used to be. And this blog's being my online journal is so yesterday. So thanks to a good friend of mine who is also a grammar nazi, Nad Penguin, I'm going to start writing stories in this blog. Yes, you read it right. I know it's kinda off from my style but I want to try something new. You know, make full use of this blog that I have since 2006. How long has it been? 6 years? Almost.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, that's it. The next time to come here it'll be a story. I have so many things in my mind right now it's so exasperating to them to words. Think I'll just draft them out first.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">p/s: I don't understand why this computer thinks I typed "online" wrongly.</span></div>
Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-82230744535942589102012-07-05T03:06:00.001+08:002012-07-05T03:06:32.860+08:00House Keeping<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Owh my goodness. There are lots of spider webs everywhere!
Ok, scratch that. I was just trying to crack a lame joke. I don't know what has gotten into me. Well, I know for sure that I'm freaking bored right now. Imagine, I came back to blogging, the activity that I had left for a very long time ago. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I'm currently having my 4th semester break. Trying to find a part time job here in KK. Kinda hard actually. Been trying to find a tuition center or something like that so that I can spend my 2 months holiday well instead of letting it go down the drain. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Maybe anyone of you would like to help me find a part time job that can last for 2 months?</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-17943230453711551372012-03-12T00:06:00.002+08:002012-03-12T00:06:59.371+08:00Wake-Up Call<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">Finally, after many months of being away I am back. Home. Whatever you would like to call it. I’ve been away. Not far, I’ve always been close. Opening my blog day by day but never really got the time to write an entry about it. There’s only one thing to be blamed here, it’s Twitter. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I think I have written here somewhere saying that I’ve been abandoning my blog because I have someplace else to pour my heart out. I tweet, a lot. So that has been keeping me away from my blog. I don’t think I’m doing my blog any justice. So this semester I will try to keep up with writing entries in it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">The new semester has started. So far this is the only semester that is packed in the first week. I’ve never experienced a semester where you get pretty busy in the first week of lecture. It’s like a wake-up call for me saying that as the semester progresses, it’ll not gonna get any easier or less hectic than the previous semesters.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">Last semester, I got the best result compared to my entire achievement as a university student. Praises to Allah, I got in the Dean’s List last semester. I had been waiting for 3 semesters for this and I finally got it despite the fact that I was pretty playful last semester (or every semester?). I got 3.54 when I graduated from Asasi but there’s no Dean’s List in Asasi. Finally, I got 3.56 last semester which is my paramount achievement so far. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I’m so looking forward to attending the Dean’s List dinner this semester. I only see my course mates went to the dinner before this, but I’m gonna be part of it this time. Maybe I would volunteer myself to perform my singing in the dinner, who knows? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I gotta go, I need to write an interpretation in “Reply to the question: How to Become a Poet” in Madam Lim Wai Fun’s Critical Appreciation of Poetry & Prose. My next entry would be overviews of the courses that I’m taking this semester but for the time being, goodbye! (^__^) </span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">p/s: It would be lovely if you help me click the ads in my blog once you have finished reading this entry. Thanks! </span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-85566063149608873572011-11-01T12:23:00.003+08:002011-11-01T12:30:38.933+08:00Skim Latihan Tenaga Pengajar, what's the deal?<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I don't know what's the deal. I don't know whether I should keep on hoping that I'm gonna get it or just accept the fact that I've already failed the interview 90%. Apparently, "selling" myself during the interview didn't help me much. To tell you the truth, I'm extremely sad for not getting this scholarship. People around me keep on saying that I shouldn't stop hoping for it even though I'm just a "calon simpanan", it doesn't mean that I don't have the chance to get it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;"> Well, that's not all. FYI, I'm also appealing for JPA Sabah's scholarship, also known as Biasiswa Kerajaan Negeri Sabah (BKNS). Why I used the word "appealing"? Yes, because I failed to get the scholarship either. How pathetic my life can be? I thought I was such a talented person that no one would think twice to let me get a scholarship. Well, apparently not. I'm starting to doubt myself. I'm starting to think that I'm just not good enough to get a scholarship. Yes, I'm currently under PTPTN but who wants to stay indebted to the government when they are tons of scholarship opportunities out there?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I called BKNS and they said that the result would be out around November. When? They weren't sure themselves. I've always contemplated between these 2 scholarships. Yeah, I might not get them both considering the circumstances now, but let's join me make a comparison between these 2 scholarships.</span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #33cc00;"> RM3500 (or less) per semester for pocket money</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Fee automatically paid to UiTM (I guess?)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Thesis allowance RM150</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Flight tickets back and forth to East Malaysia</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Usually no contract as there's no vacancy available</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">RM4200 per semester for pocket money</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Fee automatically paid to UiTM </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Book allowance RM500</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Stationary allowance RM100</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Thesis allowance RM300 </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Practicum RM10 per day, max 90 days = RM900</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">Flight tickets back and forth to East Malaysia</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #33cc00;">To be posted to any Politeknik or Kolej Komuniti nationwide for 4 years as a contract </span></li>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />From what I've been told by my friends who has gotten SLTP scholarship and they've understood the T&C, if they want to further their study to Master level, all they have to do is apply for it and they will be sponsored to further their study but as a return they have to add another 2 years of service under the Ministry of Higher Education.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I guess, I'm gonna take which one comes first. Haha, I might not even get both. If that happens, then PTPTN is my solution. If I may, I would like to try again next year. Maybe this is why the interviewer who interviewed me said "Never stop applying for scholarships." before I went out from the interview room. Just not my luck. :'(</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-57404285672258448762011-10-31T13:59:00.001+08:002011-10-31T13:59:40.084+08:00that awkward moment...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I found out that over the period where I don't update my blog any longer, people from the USA go to my blog more often. Guess what is the most read entry? My entry on Structure of English, the course where I learned Syntax.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">Am I a qualified linguist now? Nah, me don't think so. I mean, I don't think so. (it's supposed to be funny but if you don't laugh I don't blame you hehe) Still got a lot to learn, especially when it comes to Applied Phonetics and Phonology. Speaking of which, I have just finished APP's first test. Come to think of it, I kind of regret for not doing my revision way earlier than, say, last night? :O</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">The questions wasn't that hard, I could answer them but not with confidence that I needed. By the way, as I was giving my test paper to Mr. UD, my APP lecturer, he went flipping my test paper and stopped at the Phonemic Transcription section and said "You're the first person to get the transcriptions all correct." I was stunned. I hope he was right because I did seriously bad in other sections of the test.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">I need to go now, I'll update my blog again later. It's gonna be on SLTP Scholarship.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00;">TTYL</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-90826108456700585262011-09-26T13:50:00.001+08:002011-09-26T13:54:44.394+08:00Guilty...!!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #33cc00;">I have a confession to make. I'm guilty of abandoning my blog for quite a long time already.<br />
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Life has been really busy. I don't know why can't I find the time sit down and update my blog. Is it because I already have a Twitter account? Is it the one that's making me forget about my dearest blog here?<br />
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I actually don't know what's the motive of having a blog anymore. Twitter has been the place where I express myself. It used to be you, my dear blog.<br />
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It's okay. I won't close this blog down. None of you have to worry about this. This blog has been a part of my life since I started being a university student.<br />
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Maybe after this I should update my blog like I update my Twitter?<br />
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What say you?</span></div>
Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-53189123374678052652011-08-14T04:35:00.000+08:002011-08-14T04:35:36.889+08:00DiGi Rivises New Unlimited BIS Plan...!!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span id="goog_1455721815"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Okay now. I'm sorry I couldn't update my blog much. I've been extremely busy with my work as a waiter at a restaurant in Section 3, Shah Alam.<br />
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<span id="goog_1455721815">I wanna talk about what other BlackBerry prepaid users would really love to talk about. BlackBerry Internet Service which also known as BIS. As you know since Maxis decided to so-called revise its BIS Bonus, other telecommunication service provider took this chance revise their BIS plans. Celcom and DiGi turned their unlimited all access plans to RM25 per month.</span><br />
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<span id="goog_1455721815" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">I would like to take this chance to wish you a very good Ramadan. May ALLAH bless us with joy in this productive month. Amin.</span></span><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-68588653663570813522011-07-21T17:45:00.004+08:002011-07-22T12:18:14.466+08:00Celcom New Monthly BIS only RM25...!!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">This is it...!!! The answer to our prayers...!!! In my previous post I was really devastated by Maxis' decision to reshuffle its BIS package. The cheapest one, RM20/month full access with limitation to 100MB usage but starting from next month users wouldn't be able to enjoy the same old package anymore. But fret no more!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">I've just discovered that Celcom had recently created a brand new package for its users.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">According to Celcom, the 2 new packages are not promotional. So, it's a relief. Those who are not Celcom users, you can always choose to port to Celcom via Mobile Number Portability but it's not gonna be a problem for me because I have a Celcom number and I've always been a loyal Celcom user.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">So, you can always make a comparison up there. As you know, why Celcom is a little bit more expensive (RM5 more) is because it gives you streaming ability and 250MB per month unlike Maxis that used to give you no streaming ability and only 100MB per month.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">It's your right, you decide!</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-54813161357442617652011-07-20T23:49:00.002+08:002011-07-21T00:04:32.594+08:00Maxis BIS Bonus - The End of Cheap BIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfjR-Wnka9E/TiRQS_ytPzI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/TzJ9mlFGehc/s800/110718-hotlink-bis1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfjR-Wnka9E/TiRQS_ytPzI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/TzJ9mlFGehc/s1600/110718-hotlink-bis1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">This is it! This is the point where we (Maxis BlackBerry users) have been afraid of. It's finally happening! Maxis has finally decided to put an end to Maxis BIS Bonus, after the extension that they have made since January 2011.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">The old BIS Bonus had 2 packages. Monthly RM20 and weekly RM7. I am still currently using monthly RM20, but this is gonna be the end of it. Starting from next month, I'll have to use RM30 a month with limited access.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgw7SNoe4wY/TiMWAMX34YI/AAAAAAAAC8o/00RTvroYuVI/s800/110718-maxis-bisbonus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgw7SNoe4wY/TiMWAMX34YI/AAAAAAAAC8o/00RTvroYuVI/s1600/110718-maxis-bisbonus.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Monthly BIS Bonus enables me to use foursquare. Maybe I can't use it after this. This is a devastating news for my friends and I who have been a loyal user of this package. Whether we like it or not, we have to change plan starting from next month.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekqJqX_ULK4/TiRQSQJwDII/AAAAAAAAC9M/t3gasKfanmM/s800/110718-hotlink-bis2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ekqJqX_ULK4/TiRQSQJwDII/AAAAAAAAC9M/t3gasKfanmM/s1600/110718-hotlink-bis2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">I've decided. Once my BIS Bonus expires, I'll be using Monthly BIS Social. It gives you the access to social networking (Facebook, Twitter, Myspace), BBM and other IMs. I won't be able to use Push Email anymore but I'm not really using it anyway. More expensive, I hope Maxis realizes that how much they have crushed our soul by doing this to their customers.</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-36632023302384311542011-07-19T02:28:00.000+08:002011-07-19T02:28:52.415+08:00Tutorial - Nuffnang Registration<div style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">This is my first time doing a tutorial entry. I wanna talk about Nuffnang. Some of you might ask, what is nuffnang? <b>Nuffnang</b> is an online blog advertising community, claiming 118,817 bloggers spanning Singapore, Malaysia, Philippines and Australia. (wikipedia.org, 2011) So, as you can see I've put 2 ads on my blog and I've been only active for a few months and I got RM3.75. I'm gonna keep on climbing!<br />
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</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>Nuffnang Registration</b></span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">1) First, you have to sign up on <span style="font-size: 130%;"><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/" style="font-weight: bold;">Nuffnang</a></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-weight: normal;">2) Then, fill out the form with your exact details. No playing around.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-weight: normal;">3) Click</span></b><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Blog Manager </span><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">like down here.</span></b></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">4) Put your blog. If you have more than 1 blog, just put them. The more the merrier.</span></b></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: lime; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5) After completing this step, you need to answer a very simple survey to proceed.</span></div><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Steps to include ads on your blog</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">1) Click <span style="font-weight: bold;">Add Ad</span> as shown below.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><img alt="" border="0" class="magnify" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379060613358627218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHuwuohOecMA96giUXlMo7gkQLebH_UBWiUBnpdNt-VvfK61f3YdncJiWBneNbjSfiXxqld8KOVIX0NNf_7JeUx-HB-QWuGIX46tMMVtipV0BD-cEcZ7VO3-NuVZ17840tL89Y2KKcUY/s320/1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 72px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></span></div></div><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">2) Then, open <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dashboard-Layout-Edit HTML.</span> Then check the box "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Expand Widget Templates</span>"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">3) To put the first code on the header of your blog, copy the code "<span style="font-weight: bold;">To put on header</span>". Then paste the code shown below. To find the code as shown below, press and hold <span style="font-weight: bold;">CTRL+F.</span></span></div><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="color: lime; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Black Box - What you need to find.</span></span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> Red Box - Nuffnang.</span></div><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">4) After you have finished, click on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Save Template</span>. Try click on "Preview" first, to see if your ads appear on your blog or not.</span></div></div><br />
<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">5) To put the code on the side bar, just put it basically like putting a new widget on "Add Gadget". Open <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dashboard-Layout-Page Elements</span>, then "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Add a Gadjet</span>" and choose "<span style="font-weight: bold;">HTML/Javascript</span>" and directly copy the code "<span style="font-weight: bold;">To put on sidebar</span>" and paste into the gadget that you have chosen. Preview it again to see whether it works or not.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />
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6) Reopen <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dashboard-Layout-Edit HTML</span>. Find the code as shown below by pressing <span style="font-weight: bold;">CTRL+F</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span id="fullpost">7) Copy the code</span> "<span style="font-weight: bold;">To put between contents</span>" below the code you have found in step 6. Then click on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Save Template</span>. Done!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 85%;">.click to enlarge.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><img alt="" border="0" class="magnify" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378735320580202338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWiB20iMueLQ0BPxF6XsnUe6LvVMy4U_cY3usnosFYjh32FwHEt1lfBpo5frCzcbj0OiGzOX_-bByZZBgp_LFAWhUm4JfCqBmie2fhVDB2B6tS74D9wAyH8aICH3xWj7-_7uIUN60cxpo/s320/5.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Black Box - What you need to find.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"> Red Box - Nuffnang.</span></span></div><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">To get more earnings fast, get the "Glitterati" status and try to avoid putting a lot of ads from different companies. Have fun and all the best!!!<br />
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*taken and translated from <a href="http://www.intanurulfateha.com/2009/09/tutorial-9-nuffnang.html">Intan Nurul Fateha</a>.* </div></span><br />
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<div style="color: lime;"></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-56066146658012502802011-07-15T08:33:00.002+08:002011-07-15T09:09:33.191+08:00FieLD eXPeRieNCe FiNaLe...!!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Today is the final day I'm here. St. John's Institution. I'm seriously gonna miss you after this despite the fact that coming here back and forth is not the most wonderful thing to go through. If I need to come here much longer I think I'm gonna turn into a GREEN monster at the bottom. It's not that I don't like the school, I love the school actually. It's just that I hate the hustle and bustle that I had to go through everyday coming to this school, traffic jams especially.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Well, this is goodbye I guess. I got a present from the school for my last day today, a Bahasa Malaysia relief class in 3H, the 3rd class out of 6 classes. I guess I need to get a few things ready before going there. Till next time. (^^,)</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-66643666908647157392011-07-14T09:11:00.000+08:002011-07-14T09:11:59.283+08:00FieLD eXPeRieNCe & WHaTNoT...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywr1iQ8qwbFuWODpk_t0jYgJeKhlA72Rirc8zK7PCx0hZiBi22GWQk4b8DUTprbqhhceIZehjO7zAlRruk-FkwOCy8vu3nhZkQqwGUfthrEqZqDdgofLCEuKk3w_dGj4ygfFrmb_2scej/s760/12.jpg"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywr1iQ8qwbFuWODpk_t0jYgJeKhlA72Rirc8zK7PCx0hZiBi22GWQk4b8DUTprbqhhceIZehjO7zAlRruk-FkwOCy8vu3nhZkQqwGUfthrEqZqDdgofLCEuKk3w_dGj4ygfFrmb_2scej/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Ok, I have been very busy with a lot of stuff. I can’t even have time for myself. I just wish that everything will be over and we can get on with our lives.<br />
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Since last Monday, Emma, Azia and I have been in this school. What school? Which school? It’s St. John’s Institution at Bukit Nanas. This school is located in the middle of Kuala Lumpur, like seriously. We have to wake up extremely early and depart from Shah Alam to Kuala Lumpur every single day going back and forth.<br />
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It’s not like we want to come to this school so badly but it’s because it’s already been assigned to us and there’s nothing we can do about it. Having said that, I love it here even though our time here almost comes to an end. This is our 2nd week here, 2nd last day before we bid farewell to the school and its people. Teachers are nice, the admin staffs are friendly, the food is great and cheap, the staff room is cold, and the Internet access is marvelous. There’s nothing that I don’t like about this school.<br />
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While I’m here, I have done 4 classroom observations and 2 classroom lessons. Well, the 2 classroom lessons weren’t compulsory but I requested to do them from my mentor, Madam Gokilavani. She’s a nice mentor, by the way. She supports me and tells me what should I do and don’t do. She even gave me a good feedback for my teaching. I’ve taught form 1N and form 4O.<br />
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Tomorrow is my final day here and I’ve nothing to doo today. Maybe, I’ll just finish my ROS report before going back continuing the semester break. These photos below show some of my outfit during my 2 whole weeks here.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Owh yeah, during this Field Experience I went to Sepang on last Sunday, July 10th. It was Ainin's wedding day. Bombay, Alyaa, Anas, Idzni and I went there for her big day. Though I think she's married at a very young age, I wish her all the best for her marriage and happiness. Right after the wedding, we decided to go for a movie (Mr. Popper's Penguins) and hung out at Big Apple at Jusco Bukit Tinggi. It's Idzni's treat and he's been away for 8 months on a cruise. Not a holiday cruise but shipping cadet cruise.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-39075674131095106592011-06-22T10:48:00.000+08:002011-06-22T10:48:45.077+08:00WoRLD SCHoLaR'S CuP...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKAcu71aAcmxvt2c7_wU1Wx-IfLc0KKeKzPctosXUhQ6Snf1nmEGHCHYsXyM22lOeKtFmPxkQL_aXpKAHrx0dXmZyHkkN3RUxxDCRwXodlKADZjrPaZlloooyc6S3hGVTvZ6Y9A3SFuY/s1600/world+scholars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKAcu71aAcmxvt2c7_wU1Wx-IfLc0KKeKzPctosXUhQ6Snf1nmEGHCHYsXyM22lOeKtFmPxkQL_aXpKAHrx0dXmZyHkkN3RUxxDCRwXodlKADZjrPaZlloooyc6S3hGVTvZ6Y9A3SFuY/s320/world+scholars.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay guys. So this is the only chance I’ve got after going away for a few days. And after this, I’ll be going away to my friend’s house again. So here goes.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I was away for a big event organized by my beloved faculty, the Faculty of Education. It was World Scholar’s Cup. WSC is a big event encompasses 4 main competitions in a group of 3 people. They are persuasive writing, debate, multiple choice questions and scholar’s bowl. </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I was one of the liaison officers and I was supposed to chaperone a school from Singapore, but apparently they didn’t turn up. I was frustrated at first for not getting any team from United States of America, but it all turned around when I handled the Bolivia team for the Scholar’s Scavenge. My scavenge team is a combination of students from Dubai, Malaysia, Indonesia, Taiwan, Singapore, Thailand and Korea. Why didn’t I feel frustrated anymore? Easy, because almost all of them spoke in American accent except for Zara from Repton Academy who came from the UK.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> It was a 4-day event. All I can say is, the event was fun but stressful. The stress comes from the disorganization of the management. Having said that, I’m glad that the event is over at the same time it’s kind of overwhelming because leaving those guys and continue with normal life is somehow saddening. Well, life has to go on, right?</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Well, this is the news from Buletin Utama. I was interviewed in the news, the one wearing the green t-shirt or you can go <a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=2203565487951">here</a> for a better quality video. Before you leave my blog, please help me abuse the ads ok. Until next time! (^^,)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-80324742773860500292011-06-14T01:30:00.000+08:002011-06-14T01:30:26.092+08:00PeoPLe aRe CoMiNG..!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://kosmicamusic.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/backache.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://kosmicamusic.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/backache.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As I’m writing this, I’m lying on my stomach in front of my laptop. I’m not sitting at my usual spot because of my backache. I know what you’re thinking now, how come someone as young as me (which some people say I’ve the face of a 25-year-old) can experience such thing? To tell you the truth, I don’t even know, but this backache has been going on for months already. If I sit for a period of time, my back will start to feel the pain. I went to see a doctor about this and she said that what I’m experiencing is muscle pain. Maybe I should go find a massage house or something like that to ease this pain.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"> </span><span style="color: #33cc00;"> </span></div><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d45/asfa89/blog/2065152065_d9880fdcb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d45/asfa89/blog/2065152065_d9880fdcb1.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="color: #33cc00;">Actually, I just got back from Jusco Bukit Tinggi. I’m still unsure why I went there. This is one of the one-thing-led-to-another-and-I-don’t-know-what-happened incidents. Wanie actually called me because she needed a ride to the nearest KTM so she could change the date of her tickets back to Kelantan. Eija is staying with Wanie for the night so she tagged along. Once we settled the ticket thingy, we didn’t know what to do and where to go. Eija truly wanted to go watch a movie, but Amir didn’t want to while Wanie and I could go both ways (that might sound wrong).</span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/320821837.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJF3XCCKACR3QDMOA&Expires=1307985817&Signature=xq57ZCpLCIqDQtvpD39z%2BQbGIjs%3D" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/320821837.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJF3XCCKACR3QDMOA&Expires=1307985817&Signature=xq57ZCpLCIqDQtvpD39z%2BQbGIjs%3D" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">While we were on the road, we decided to explore Klang and went straight to Bukit Tinggi. When we were there, I accompanied them to window-shop. Well, if you go out with girls who claim that they’re gonna just window-shop; you have to know that is a total bull! Both Eija and Wanie brought home a shopping bag. Amir, Eija and I didn’t feel hungry, unlike Wanie who bought a large McDonald’s fries before we go back, so we hung out at Starbucks. This is the first time I check-in to Starbucks, foursquare of course. I had a grande Java Chip frappucino and a blueberry scorne, while Amir and Wanie had something chocolaty which left Eija having espresso.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
So, that’s all we did before we get busy starting from tomorrow. With what? World Scholar’s Cup. Some kind of an international debate competition. But before that I need to do 3 things tomorrow. First, bring my car to EON service to get it, well, serviced at 8.00am. Second, attend the WSC briefing at 10.30am. Lastly, have lunch after the briefing at Subway! I’m so looking forward for tomorrow.<br />
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I’m signing off, thanks for reading! But before u click the “X” button at the top right of your Mozilla/Chrome, please abuse the ads on my blog ok. See ya! (^^,)<br />
</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-43218210072245238572011-06-09T04:24:00.000+08:002011-06-09T04:24:28.799+08:00uPDaTeS...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Okay. So, here I am. Sitting in front of my laptop, writing. Well, not literally writing though because I’m not holding any pen, pencil or even any stationary that could actually enable me to write. What I’m doing in front of my laptop? Typing. Yeah, that’s what I’m doing, literally. Wait…!!! What the hell am I doing here arguing semantics with myself? I’m supposedly writing an update for my readers. Duh~!<br />
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Okay, scratch that. Now, let’s talk about something else. If you notice, I’ve put some ads on my blog. Yeah, I’ve been active with nuffnang for quite some time. I didn’t think this would work in the first place but apparently it did, and it still does. Even though it’s just a teeny tiny bit of money, but the amount I get from posting ads on my blog is increasing day by day. Of course, I have to thank my fellow loyal readers for being, well, loyal reader. I wouldn’t have succeeded without your help, clicking those ads every day. And now, I need your help to click them again, every time you get the chance, every time you visit my blog.<br />
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What’s in it for you? Well, since you’ve been reading my blog since day one, I promise you more updates about my life here. I have tons of things ahead of me and they sure are worth to be put on my blog. (^^,)<br />
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Well, I just wanted to show you that since I finished this semester exam I’ve been doing nothing but restoring my fat. Well, I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping and eating. Hey, I did something else today. I cut my hair! And I’m going to show you what I have done with it!</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"> There’s no other reason why I did this to my hair, because I was bored and I needed something new in my life. Hence, the hair is born.<br />
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Well, it’s really late and I think I should get some sleep. I’ll give you more updates later ok! (^__^)<br />
</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-86427068584509260442011-05-05T04:25:00.000+08:002011-05-09T17:08:21.408+08:00LiTeRaTuRe iN MaLaYSiaN SCHooLS...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSMFZUlM-T2WdQ6ytQKGyDYozuQYbhkazVm_HBsYUHi0i1GU64eVQHyocsGntXEOTcIVSqT0ms4XYonU7yL-WVCnuCBLAGcRvl10jZkJDiUYaas-wRlEdf-A4vPXkWoqFdk-AQEhnJQbs/s1600/great-moments-in-literature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSMFZUlM-T2WdQ6ytQKGyDYozuQYbhkazVm_HBsYUHi0i1GU64eVQHyocsGntXEOTcIVSqT0ms4XYonU7yL-WVCnuCBLAGcRvl10jZkJDiUYaas-wRlEdf-A4vPXkWoqFdk-AQEhnJQbs/s400/great-moments-in-literature.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So, LiMS was done. I opened the paper which made me fell into an exasperating shock! The format had changed! Like we weren’t even told about it before and suddenly everything on the paper was about comparing and contrasting.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> The first question was asking us to state the metaphor in either the poem “Leisure” or “Nature”. When I saw that question, I began to wonder. Did I even know the real meaning behind the word metaphor? I mean, I knew it before but at that moment in the exam, I was puzzled. I wondered if my understanding of metaphor is the same with the real meaning of metaphor. I ended up describing the whole poem instead. (-___-)”</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> The second and third question was about comparing and contrasting between 2 poems but somehow I couldn’t recall what the questions asked. Well, I don’t think it matters anymore. Then I went to Part B which had 2 questions. The first question was about comparing and contrasting (again!) the conflict between 2 short stories while the second question was relating the given theme in the question to either a novel or the 2 dramas. I chose to answer question 1 as I know short stories better than the novel and dramas. I wrote about the conflict in the stories “One is One and All Alone” and “The Fruitcake Special”.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Stay tuned if you wanna know what happened in the second last paper, Sociology of Education. While waiting for me to create another entry, please help me “abuse” the ads in my blog, the one on the top and the one at the right above the chatting section. Help me pretty please okay. (^__^)</span><br />
</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-80067391582174827492011-05-04T23:05:00.000+08:002011-05-04T23:05:02.960+08:00PRiNCiPLeS & PRaCTiCeS in eNGLiSH LaNGuaGe TeaCHiNG...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tesolmaster.com/the%20practice%20of%20English%20language%20teaching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.tesolmaster.com/the%20practice%20of%20English%20language%20teaching.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Okay! I’ve just had the time to update this blog. Despite the fact that I’m freaking busy this exam week, I just feel like I need to update on all exam immediately because my mind would still be fresh.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Yeah, it happened yesterday. Once again, I didn’t know what to feel right after the exam has finished. Have u ever felt when you know you have read about something and sure about something but when it came out in exam your mind just couldn’t process the right thing to write. I couldn’t dig the information out of me. How frustrating is that?</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I remember the questions that are still haunting me. One of them is defining the term Strategic Investment. I seriously read about it many times but at the time that I needed the information the most, it just didn’t come out! Of all terms, why did I have to forget that particular term?! Well, it already happened. There’s no use regretting now.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> We also got our carry marks for Instructional Technology and I only got 40.5% out of 60%. I’m somehow disappointed with the marks because there was an assessment where we had to create an edublog and I followed each and every requirement instructed by the lecturer. I put every kind of multimedia in it, because it appealed to him. But apparently despite all the praises that he gave me in class, I only got 6.5% out of 10%.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> It’s okay. I’m gonna keep on putting my effort in it and I still have a lot of time because IT’s paper is the final paper in this exam season. Hope that I can pull my pointer up with the assistance of this course. Okay, I better go. I need to finish revise all poems, short stories, plays and novels.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Astalavista baby! (^__^)</span><br />
</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-1084368862433058782011-04-30T21:08:00.000+08:002011-05-03T21:09:42.446+08:00STRuCTuRe oF eNGLiSH...!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://edhoncho.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/syntax.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" src="http://edhoncho.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/syntax.gif" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #33cc00;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So we finished with Syntax today. I don’t know if I can say it as relief or not because I did it badly. Maybe I should start to be a little bit more diligent after this. Want to know how bad I did my Syntax? Well, here goes.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> I went into Cendana Hall fully prepared. The lecturers who were invigilating were Miss Fatin, Madam Sharifah and a male Master student. I sat at the back. I like seeing everybody while doing my exam, seeing who comes out first and who comes out last, so on and so forth. After I took a seat, I filled up my attendance form.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> The course’s name is actually Structure of English coded TSL476. There were 5 parts, and everything was extremely difficult. I took a lot of time trying to answer the questions right in the first 4 parts till I didn’t have enough time to finish all 10 tree diagrams. Sadly, I only managed to finish 5 out of 10 tree diagrams. I was so sad that I didn’t even know how to be upset anymore. I guess other people would be crying in the toilet or something for not completing their tree diagrams, but instead I went to the TESL Square and sit there looking into the blue sky stare at nothing. Considering that we haven’t gotten our carry marks yet and that’s making it even more unbearable. The fact that I might have to repeat this course in the next semester just creeps the hell out of me.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> The next paper is the hardest, PELT. I don’t know what I’m gonna with this. I’m trying really hard forcing myself to read the notes but the laziness just keeps on bugging me. Hope I’m not gonna regret this. I surely don’t want to repeat any papers. </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Wanna know what happened with PELT? Stay tuned. ☺</span><br />
</span></div>Izhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17310692584473275641noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533302017861295483.post-35734963063618304692011-04-29T22:11:00.000+08:002011-05-03T22:22:39.895+08:00HaPPY BiRTHDaY To Me...!!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="color: #33cc00;">Happy birthday to me! Okay I forgot to put this update. I went to Secret Recipe with Eija & Amir because they were the only ones who were willing to join me celebrating my birthday. Let the pictures tell all the stories.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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