Life is a story.

give thanks to God

2011-07-19T05:22:00.000-07:00

we should thank God for every little thing that He has given us.
Thank God for that cute cat that comes to my room.
Thank God for giving sunlight so my clothes dry fast.
Thank God for the winds that make my room cool.
:D

:/

2011-07-15T05:28:00.000-07:00

lol dunno wat to post.. Rusk is getting rusty :/

kl

2011-07-10T05:50:00.001-07:00

arrrrr.... new life starts now

Last post

2011-06-28T01:08:00.000-07:00

This will be my last post in kch T.T sobs

End of the World

2011-06-27T09:14:00.000-07:00

Lol had a fun night with some friends. Only a few people will understand the title of this post. Heh, wonder next time how long will I be able to eat out with them again. :( my last few hours in kuching. So sad. Really going to miss this place, the friends, the people and my family.

Sobs. I feel my eyes water when i type this :'(

HAWT!

2011-06-22T02:02:00.001-07:00

Why is the weather sooooo hot here?!? Heck im topless while typing this..

Let the rain come. May water pour down to the earth and cool the land.

Teh Miaw of teh cat

2011-06-20T22:56:00.000-07:00

Heh.. went to eat kolo mee with Ewen this morning cause ARGH NO MORE KOLO MEE FOR ME SOON!!!!! Well, the place we went to have our breakfast was the old err, open-air stalls (?).. Teh one next to the electra house. Yeap, the place where all the glorious food was when kuching was still young, the place where our fathers and mothers enjoyed their food. Old stall, traditional recipe, I can say the kolo mee is one of the best in kuching :D lol Ewen likes it because it has MANY err, how say, 'liao', pork? meat? (words escape me. nooo)

Anyway, then we went to take photos with teh famous cat statue of kuching. Lol yea, kuching people taking photos of iconic places of kuching as if we were tourists or something. And we realized that...., walao so many people also wanna take photos with teh cats.

*ewen driving quite steady liao :)*

lol

2011-06-20T22:49:00.000-07:00

looking back at my older posts.. i realized i overlooked some spelling n grammatical mistakes.. lol

Home

2011-06-19T09:17:00.000-07:00

1217am

Rusk glanced at the electronic clock on his computer and sighed. It was already late, yet he did not feel like sleeping. Rusk felt like he had something he had left undone, something that he should do not. But he had no idea what it was. 'Maybe there is nothing to be done, maybe its just some feeling', thought Rusk.

Yea, i guess because im leaving my hometown soon, my mind keeps bugging me to do things that i need to and want to do. To complete what i've started here, to finish what i had left undone. To leave no regrets.

This week would be his last week, last week of home, last week of old friends, last week of the place of childhood, last week of the place memories. Rusk knew the next time he came back, the stay will be short, and it will only happen once in awhile.

Sigh, guess this is my last week huh. Gotta do everything i wanna do. This place wouldnt be my place of shelter for the next couple of years, but this place will always be my home.

1231am

i will miss kuching

2011-06-17T19:45:00.001-07:00

heh. my last week in kuching. rawr i wanna eat everything in kuching before i leave!!

now what?

2011-06-15T01:33:00.000-07:00

heh i've relived my blog. now the i-dont-know-what-to-post-feeling comes back again. mostly people just post anything that happens in their lives, some just spam crap or write things totally unrelated to their life. for me, i do not know what to blog about. heh i guess i should start using proper caps so that it wouldnt bring sore to the readers eyes. So what do i post? I guess I'll just continue doing what I did last time, writing story versions of my life. Until I find a new blogging style that suits me, I guess I'll continue with my old style.

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Time passes so painfully slow.

After almost a half year's holiday, Rusk returned to school. Going to school, Rusk thought was boring, but sitting home collecting dust didn't seem appealing to him as well, so Rusk chose the former. Thought he needed to pull himself out of bed every morning, cursing about having to wake so early, he knew it was worth it because at school he could talk and laugh with his friends.

But time passes so blooooooooooooooooody slow in school....

Indeed, time seemed to slow down in the school compound. It was as if the flow of time was somehow tuned into slow motion, minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. It was the same feeling Rusk experienced in secondary 4. (plz refer to form 4 posts if u do not noe wat i blogged abt) Thought this was not as bad and torturing as the secondary 4 years, it was still torture.

Rusk and his friends would laugh until their stomach muscles hurt, laugh until their eyes watered, but after much laughter they would check the time.

Walao eh, we laugh so hard and long only pass 5 mins nia?!?!?!? Woi something wrong with the way time flows here.

Well, the good thing was that they discovered the password to the staff's wifi connection, and the internet suddenly became their heaven.

I shouldn't be here. Rusk was leaving for the peninsular soon, he should be at home preparing his things. Heh, next week, next week i'll leave.....

havent seen u in awhile

2011-06-14T04:24:00.000-07:00

hello blog, nice to meet you again. and you thought i was going to abandon you. heck, why am i writhing nonsense here? perhaps im just too bored. blogging, thats what people do to kill time and boredom. and it was also the reason why you were created, blog. i guess this blog needs a makeover, yes, no? or maybe i should continue writhing stories of my life, exaggerations of my dull and boring life. maybe Rusk should live on? or maybe i'll kill him and start writhing things of my life using my own name, no exaggerations, no fantasies. this decision is yet to be made.

ZOMG

2011-03-23T02:00:00.000-07:00

Rusk looked at his result slip. And looked at it again.

Gods, i must be dreaming.

Death

2010-09-04T00:46:00.000-07:00

Rusk swung the blade towards his opponent. The sword arched in the air and missed its target. The sword missed its target by a hair's breadth, but it was enough to escape the killer strike. Such perfect dodge could only be done by one of high agility and fighting experience. The dodge was done with minimal movement, which to conserve strength and maintain posture. The dodge had another purpose. One of which only the ones skilled and experienced enough in the mechanics of combat would know--- to counter attack.

After evading the strike, Rusk's opponent, and which we shall name him as Ron, slammed the hint pommel of his sword at Rusk's chest. The force of the strike was so great that it knocked the wind out of Rusk and sent him flying a few steps back. Ron smiled. The hilt attack of the sword was not only intended to stun his opponent but also to create space between them, enough space for a full swing of a sword.

Seeing his chance, Ron slashed the point of his sword across Rusk's chest. Blade met flesh and Ron hopped to his left, avoiding the spray of blood. Rusk screamed as blood came spurting out his chest. The pain surged through his body and drained at his strength. Rusk's knee hit the ground.

Rule one of fighting: never let your knees touch the ground. Ron thought as his opponent knelt in front of him with hands clutching his wounded chest. Ron's fist gripped the hilt of his sword harder. Then, he raised the weapon above his head, ready to strike down his already wounded foe. Using all the strength left he had in his right hand, Ron brought the sword down Rusk's left shoulder. The sound of bones cracking followed by the scream of agony was heard as the sword buried itself into Rusk's left shoulder. Then, Rusk's whole body fell to the ground. It was over.

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i wasnt, am not, willnt blog much so i killed my character. lol

PLKN Part 1

2010-07-16T02:30:00.000-07:00

Rusk pressed the 'send' buttom and hoped lady luck was with him.

100 truths

2010-06-24T02:24:00.000-07:00

WHAT WAS YOUR:

1. Last beverage = plain water

2. Last phone call = yesterday night i think

3. Last text message = asked someone to lend me pendrive

4. Last song you listened to = err... forgot

5. Last time you cried = few years ago

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. Dated someone twice = maybe :)

7. Been cheated on = no, i hope not

8. Kissed someone & regretted it = no

9. Lost someone special = don't think so

10. Been depressed = duh yea

11. Been drunk and threw up =never got drunk to begin with

FIRST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

12. black

13. silver

14. red

THIS YEAR (2010) HAVE YOU:

15. Made a new friend = yeap

16. Fallen out of love = no....

17. Laughed until you cried = yeap

18. Met someone who changed you = yea..

19. Found out who your true friends were = no?

20. Found out someone was talking about you = happens all the time

21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list = no

GENERAL:

22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = err.. only half of em?

24. Do you have any pets = yesh! Andox!!

25. Do you want to change your name =err.. no

26. What did you do for your last birthday = forgot.. played?

27. What time did you wake up today = 6am

28. What were you doing at midnight last night = doing nth

30. Last time you saw your Mother = just now

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life = i wish i had super powers LOL

32. What are you listening to right now = nth

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom = no

34. What's getting on your nerves right now = my sucky results

35. Most visited webpage = Facebook....

36. Where do you want to be right now? = somewhere...

37. Nicknames = rusk hopelet? nald? no. 3? science dude?

38. Relationship Status = single!

39. Zodiac sign = libra

40. Male or female? = Male

41. Elementary? = Chung Hua No.6

42. Middle School = SMK Sungai Maong

44. Hair color = Jet Black

45. Long or short = short

46. Height = somewhere around 160

47. Do you have a crush on someone? = Uyeap

48. What do you like about yourself? = meself!!!

49. Piercings = none51. Righty or lefty= LONG LIVE LEFTIES!!!!!!!!!!

FIRSTS :

52. First surgery = never had one

53. First piercing = don't have any

54. First best friend = JOHN LUKE!! Hope u r reading this dude :)

55. First kiss = still with me

58. First crush =wat abt it?

RIGHT NOW

59. Eating = Nothing

60. Drinking = nothing

61. I'm about to = type "type"

62. Listening to = some song on Maxdy's blog

63. Waiting for = an answer

YOUR FUTURE:

64. Want kids? = err... no?

65. Get Married? = maybe

66. Career? = dragon rider! rawr!

WHICH IS BETTER?:

67. Lips or eyes = both

68. Hugs or kisses = kisses

69. Shorter or taller = somewhere in the middle

70. Older or Younger = younger

71. Romantic or spontaneous = romantic

72. Nice stomach or nice arms = huh???

73. Sensitive or loud = sensitive

74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship

75. Trouble maker or hesitant =a little bit of both

HAVE YOU EVER :

76. Kissed a stranger = hell no

77. Drank hard liquor = no

78. Lost glasses/contacts = err.. no i think

79. Sex on first date = no

80. Broken someone's heart = dunno

81. Had your own heart broken = yea

82. Been arrested = nope

83. Turned someone down = yea

84. Cried when someone died = no

85. Fallen for a friend = yea T.T

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. Yourself = 100%!!!

87. Miracles = sometimes

88. Love at first sight = no? yes?

89. Heaven = yea?

90. Santa Claus = he's my uncle!

91. Kiss on the first date = no

92. Angels = yea

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

93. Had more than one bf/gf? = no

94. Where were you born? = miri

95. Did you sing today? = nope

96. Ever cheated on somebody? = wait..maybe

97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go, and why? = till the point where i was born.. n rewrite the history of ronald :)

98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be? = dunno

99. Are you afraid of falling in love with somebody? = yea maybe

100. Posting this as 100 truths = yea

21 guns

2010-05-30T03:02:00.000-07:00

Do you know whats worth fighting for?
When its not worth dying for,
Did someone break your heart inside?
And you feel yourself suffocating.

Does the pain wear out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide,
Something inside your heart has died,
You're in ruins.....

not so poem'itic writing

2010-05-20T01:43:00.000-07:00

im wandering throught life aimlessly
somebody gimme a goal
to work towards to
to make my life more colourful

why am i living?
im sure tat my being
is here for a purpose
which i am yet to unearth
but would it even come?
i scare
for it may never come
and i am doomed to wander aimlessly
forever..

Darken: Prologue

2010-05-15T08:38:00.000-07:00

Stealthy figures gracefully ran across the forest floor. Though their feet were pounding the leafy forest floor, the sound of footsteps were absent as these were professional assassins trained in the arts of silent killing. Like shadows they stalk their target, consealing themselves in the blanket of shadows the forest canopy provided. Their prey was unaware that he has already been stalked and watched by the assassins for days. The skilled assassins could have finished their job days ago, but the assassins wanted the target to be alone, far from help. So, they had to wait for an opportunity for the prey to wander out on its own before the assassins unleash their fury. And the opportunity came now.

Suddenly, the ringing of a dagger withdrawn from its shield and the sound swift movement disguised as the sound of the wind broke the silence of the forest. The blade of the dagger slashed across the backside of the targeted man, the blade cut through the man's clothing and flesh like a hot knife through butter. Blood sprayed out from the large cut, tainting the carpet of autuum leaves with dark red blood.

The sudden sight of blood seemed to excite the assassins as they made more cuts, criss-crossing the body with dark red lines. The man's reaction was to scream out of pain but his throat had already been cut open and he was condemned to silence. The coup de grace was finally dealt by the assassins and the body dropped to the ground with a thud. It was over.

Five shadows loomed over the dead body. The lips of the owners of each shadow curved into a smile, they had enjoyed the blood bath. The assassins felt no remorse for the death of a human. After all, killing was like breathing to them. They were the assassins of the Dark.

Drawings

2010-05-05T23:58:00.000-07:00

Rusk yawned as the teacher conducted class. To escape drowsiness, Rusk pulled out a piece of paper from under his desk and started drawing....

Cute version of friends

Eric yeo.. lol

Ye Bao (?)

Lol..rusk

Bong Jia... Need black crayon then more realistic

DAVID LOL

Kim so bloody hard to draw so Rusk gave up..
(at least shape of face is good)

Adrian.. Cartoon version lol

Ps: im used to drawing anime so faces might be anime-like and a bit more perfect than the real thing lol

Wheels

2010-05-01T23:29:00.000-07:00

The engine roared into life as the car jumped forward in a sudden burst of energy. Lance quickly grabbed the hand brake and pulled it upwards. The brakes countered the forward acceleration of the car and managed to bring the vehicle to a halt. The rookie driver, colour drained from his face, turned and faced Lance.

'What the fuck was THAT?!?!?', breathed Kim, his voice a mixture of shock and fear.

'That, is what happens after you modify your engine', said Lance, a huge grin hung on his face.

'But its only gear 1! Gear 1 isn't suppose to go so bloody fast.', asked Rusk.

'Cause, like i said, i modified the engine', replied Lance.

Lance was teaching Kim how to start the car engine and move. But Lance didn't warned him about his engine being so damn powerful even at 1st gear.
Lance had already been driving all around Paws since god knows when. Of course, he had not yet come to the age of earning a driving license, but he didn't care. And now, he as giving illegal driving lessons to his friends. (who cares)

Lance then took over the driver's seat and drove Rusk and his friends around. Rusk and his friends watch in envy as Lance drove the car. They wanted to be able to drive too.

Good books.

2010-04-25T00:17:00.000-07:00

Rusk signed as he closed the book. He had just finished reading the second book of the Black Magician's trilogy.

Now that the 2nd book is finished, lemme continue with the third.

Rusk glanced around his bed, searching for the 3rd book. Rusk always left his books on his bed. His lazy habit had lead him to turn his bed into a library. Books were stacked on top of each other, some were left scattered on the bedroom floor. But the books Rusk prized the most were kept in his cabinet. These prized possessions were the books that kept Rusk reading till the late of night. The interesting plots and omg-wats-ganna-happen-suspense were the criteria in becoming the favourite books of Rusk. And the trilogy Rusk was reading had earned a placed as one of Rusk's favourite books.

Too bad they aren't mine, Rusk cursed. The Black Magician's trilogy had been a book of high adventure, magic and action. It was truly a good story.

Rusk glanced at the clock.

2.30 am. god i've been reading for a while now.

Suddenly fatigue and sleepiness filled Rusk.

Guess i'll have to continue the 3rd book tomorrow. Rusk dimmed the lights in his room and soon drifted off into a deep sleep. Dreams of events from the books he read filled his mind.

p.s: thanks matt for borrowing me the books..

8

2010-03-24T02:15:00.000-07:00

The english teacher "walked" into the classroom, holding onto a pile of exam papers. The presence of a teacher in the classroom seemed to have brought order from chaos in the classroom(yes we r very chaotic). The atmosphere in the room went tense as the pile of exam papers in the teacher's arm were noticed. It was time for the students to know how well they did for the exam.

Rusk sensed feelings of anticipation and excitement from his classmates. But these feelings were suppressed by the fear of not doing well for the paper. As for Rusk, he was curious of the marks given by the teacher for his essay. He always wrote something rather peculiar fo his essay. Rusk remembered the last time where he wrote a story about souls of babies kidnapped by ghosts for his "Unforgettable childhood event" essay and the story of an assassin visited by a person he killed for "The strange visitor". Rusk knew creating unusual plots for his stories were risky and could jeopardize his marks. But Rusk didn't give a damn, writing stuff that has "plain" writen all over it bored Rusk. Everytime it was a "how-weird-did-the-teacher-think-my-essay-was" momment for Rusk when he was given his exam paper.

The teacher handed down the papers one by one to the students. Students got their paper and some came back to their seat grinning from ear to ear, while others came back to their seats wearing a face as if they were just told that their parents died in a freak accident and their home burned to ashes. When Rusk heard his name being called, he went to the teacher to get his paper. After getting his exam paper, Rusk resisted looking at the marks straight away to create the feeling of suspense for himself. He would only look at his marks when he reached his seating place and savour the glory for achieving the usual high marks he gets. Upon reaching his seat, Rusk took a glimpse at his result and...

What in bloody hell is this?!!!??!

Rusk scored only 8 marks out of fifty for his essay. Surpised (or rather shocked), Rusk searched for possible mistakes made by his stupid teacher. After flipping the pages of his essay back and forth, Rusk found a comment writhen by his bloody teacher, stating the reason for why only 8 marks was given by the teacher.

Hmmmm.. Wat is this?
"you seemed to be writing for (a) yet you wrote for (c)??? if it's for (c), you are totally out of topic! this script is more for (a)."
OF COURSE THIS BLOODY SCRIPT IS BLOODY MORE FOR (A) BECAUSE I WROTE IT FOR (A) NOT (C) YOU MORON ! I BLOODY WROTE FOR A!!! A!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Raged burning through his veins(lol), Rusk marched up to his teacher and demanded for an explaination. But the only "explaination" he got from his teacher was that Rusk's bad hand-writing made the teacher mistook the statement for his chosen question to answer for question (c) instead of (a).

Wow, i noe this teacher has some worm crawling inside her brain, retarting her ability to think right. But i didn't noe that she even has a deathworm feasting on the juicy tissues in her eyeballs, blurring her eye sight. Damn.

Hourglass

2009-11-05T04:27:00.000-08:00

The last remaining grains of sand pours itself into the bottom bulb of the hourglass. Sand is filled to the brim in the bottom bulb, an opposite to where the sand was in the begining--at the top. This, indicates the passing of time....

Rusk handed the examination answer sheet to the teacher. Finally, exams are over! Rusk felt as if a burden he was carrying on his shoulders being dropped down. The end of schooling for the year had come and Rusk knew what it meant, HOLIDAYS!! The sense of freedom filled him and he skipped merrily around the class(did not). The thought of the passing of an entire year dawned on him, Rusk signed, realizing he had done nothing productive for the entire year. Worst, he had become even lazier and hopeless(cant think of any other word).

Damn, if this goes on i'll be dooooomed, Rusk thought. One year of my life has past, time really does fly. So, what am i going to do next year???

.... And the hourglass is turned upside down again, allowing the sand to flow once again.

Infections-Diseases

2009-06-30T05:28:00.000-07:00

"Hey, wake up. Damnit quick i need your homework!", Rusk shook the sleeping Ben.

Ben was a friend Rusk had just became friends with just a few weeks ago. Their bonds of friendship were made in the chemistry lab where Rusk was forced to be separated from his old friends. He was to be sited beside Ben. Rusk recognized Ben as an hardworking and alert person when they first met. Ben always did his homework and never failed to jolt down notes they teachers gave. Ben was a student every teacher would want to have in their classroom.

Ever since Ben met Rusk(who was hell lazy), Ben's top-student-attitude began to dissapear. Ben started not doing homeworks the teachers gave and started talking in class. The A-studentED had already started morphing into another Rusk.

"WAKE UP OMG I NEED YOUR BLOODY HOMEWORK OR ELSE THE TEACHER'S GANNA SKIN ME!!", Rusk shouted into Ben's ears, hoping it would wake Ben up.

Ben lazily woke up from his slumber and subconsciously answered Rusk,"I diiden duuuu, nonid do la too lazy, nuw lemmmme swleep........ZZZzzzzz"

Rusk stared in disbelief at his friend.

Omg wat the hell i thought he was damn hardworking.... Hell wat have i done to him?!?

to be continued~

2009-04-28T01:51:00.000-07:00

I apologize for me not posting anything for weeks. My dad banned me from using the pc plus a have a internet problem so i cant post until god knows.

Rusk's story will continue, but now the story will have to come to a temporally halt. (u can always view the old posts)

I would like to take this chance to thank all of you readers out there for yr endless support(though it isnt endless).

So farewell my friends, till we meet again!

Examz

2009-03-19T06:57:00.000-07:00

The class was in silence. The tables were separated far apart. Students were rooted to their seats, their eyes' glued onto the sheet of papers that lay on the table. It was exam time.

Rusk stared at the question paper. Sweat trickled down his face as he read the lines of alien language that was printed on the paper.

What is the organ found in-

Wtf is this.

Rusk skipped the question. He always skipped questions that he couldn't do. He had done this to save time. Now he just realized that he had skipped two whole pages.(of shit)

Rusk scanned the classroom. His friends were seat at all four directions from him. Their faces were drowned in confusion. They too, did not know how to answer the questions.

An hour ago Rusk and his friends could have revised their notes, and completed their exam with ease. But they were toooooo lazy to even flip the pages of their books. While everyone in their class were hypnotised by their own textbooks, Rusk and his friends were cracking jokes and fooling around. They were even proud of their own lazyness.

Someone I admire

2009-02-22T04:48:00.000-08:00

I've always admired you,
Always wanting to be like you,
I've always admired the way you keep to your principles,
Always wanting to have the values you possess.

I want to be like you,
Its hard to even act like you,
I want to be like you,
Its hard to even follow you.

But,
I'll never give up,
Cause,
You never give up,
And,
I wanna be like you.

No regrets

2009-02-22T04:43:00.000-08:00

Walk away,
Left some things undone,
Walk away,
See how far you've come.

Turn away,
You could've got it done,
Run away,
Why did you turn away?

Run as far as you can,
You can take the blame,
Things aren't the same,
Cause you called the game.

Do the things now,
Don't leave a path of regrets,
Live your life,
A life of no regrets....

Like spores, they spread...

2009-02-18T03:49:00.000-08:00

The teacher shook his head and looked at the two boys. Disappointment filled the teacher's eyes. Rusk and his friend, Ezekiel were super talkative and they did not pay attention in class, the teacher HAD to change their seating place (but only for that particular maths class). The teacher scanned the classroom and saw an empty seat in the most-front row, another one in the second row. The teacher made Rusk sit at the front row and Ezekiel at the second.

Both boys knew that them changing places would mean chaos. The teacher's action would only make the 3a disease spread even faster. Carriers of the disease put in new spots would only give birth to a new breeding grounds for the disease.

Like spores of a deadly plant, they travel, bringing plague to new lands.

Love

2009-02-14T05:00:00.000-08:00

Rusk held onto the rose tightly. He was nervous.

It was valentine's day and Rusk wanted the girl he liked the rose he just bought. It was a girl he had a crush on since err.... secondary 1. The reason Rusk fell for her is no reason. (of cox! loving someone needs no reasons LOL!!!! gg) Now Rusk was wandering whether to or not to give the rose to the girl. The thought of being rejected was overwhelming.(lol)

Rusk looked down at the rose he held in his hands.

Maybe you would give me some answers.

The flower was wrapped in i-dont-know-wat-the-hell-that-foil-is-called. The rose was in colour of soft purple.

Purple. Her favorite colour.

Rusk had to make a choice, and fast. Without thinking much, he marched into the err... "place" and hoped for the best.

(the story above never happened.. juz wrote it for the sake of valentine's post)

Happy Valentine's

2009-02-14T04:50:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's! Imma posting a song as my post for valentine's(thanks xansem for the idea)... (psst.. its bert's fav song!)

Hero~Enrique Iglesias
Let me be your hero

Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back
Would you cry if you saw me crying
Would you save my soul tonight?

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh oh please tell me these
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms tonight?

I can be you hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

Would you swear that you'll always be mine?
Would you lie would you run away
Am I in to deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care you're here tonight

I can be you hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

I just want to hold you

Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
Well I don't care you're here tonight

I can be you hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

You can take my breath my breath away
I can be your hero ......

~Awww... wasnt tat sweet? (lol) Imma in a good mood 2day^^

zzz

2009-02-13T00:56:00.000-08:00

due to my laziness n the limit to the use of my pc... i wont be posting any Rusk stories for a while... but i'll post some things

ARGHJHGVFRJFGHKHGGHJGCDGHNGRHFGJNHGFHGJKLNGJGHVGFGHJGFTGHBJGVGFGHJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-02-11T05:22:00.000-08:00

did anyone notice that...

LIFE SUCKS TAT BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE SUCKS ZOMG!

damn everday i go 2 school to daydream.. TO FREAKIN BLOOY PASS THE DAMN TIME!
i dont know how long before i go snap... yes SNAP!

ask anyone from 4sc2.. LIFE SUCKS THERE N ZOMG THE ARE STILL 8 BLOODY MONTHS TILL FREEDOM!
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!!!! wooooooooooo!
damn im using this post to blast all mah bloody stress away! fuck! ZOMG!

we've spun the bloody highlighter until we were SICK of tat damn thing.. N WAT THE HELL DO WE DO?!?!? NOTHING! NOTHING!!!

ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wow... it actually helped ^^

Safe

2009-02-07T06:28:00.000-08:00

This world, is too corrupted. Too much darkness. Countless crimes. Nowhere is safe.......

People came flowing through the mall like a river. Rusk leaned against a wall and scanned the faces of everyone who walked pass him. He would analyze their faces and gestures, a quick analysis of whether the person is good or bad. He would stay away from those who gave out a dark aura, a feeling of danger approaching.Ever since the attacking pigs incident(refer the oct, 2008's "nightmare" post), Rusk's awareness towards danger increased trumendously. He would even peer into dark corners just to make sure he was safe from ambushes(lol). Even though he had his guard up 7-eleven(zzz), he never felt safe.

WOOTS!

2009-01-25T08:53:00.000-08:00

WOOTS! HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR GUYS! come visit Rusk at Paws ^^ lol

fireworks! ang pows! cakes! biscuits! visitings! EVERYTHING! I love the chinese new years.

ToD

2009-01-22T23:38:00.000-08:00

Rusk spun the high-lighter. Praying that the spinning pen wouldn't point at him. Rusk and four other friends were playing a game called "Truth or Dare" to rid boredom. (too lazy 2 explain how 2 play zzz) They were playing the game in the midst class. This time it was already "ToD part 8".

Part 1 started with questions that were kinda usually-asked-in-ToD. They asked questions like "who do u like?", "do you think she's pretty?" n blah blah blah. It was part 5 when they had already asked everyone the questions they wanted to know, and they were out of questions. Now the questions grew more to "if, maybe", and it grew more and more.....(zz ask me.. the questions r zomg)

FLOOD ZOMG!

2009-01-16T04:58:00.000-08:00

z.. haven been posting anything for a while.. cause of.. ZOMG FLOOD! mah house has been flooded.. erm.. three bloody times z... here r some pics of my new swimming pool ^^

an indoor swimming pool isnt a very smart idea ><

never leave the tap water running.

poor cats. wonder if they can swim.

Voodoo

2009-01-06T05:40:00.000-08:00

Rusk leaned againts the wall of the class. He was too weak to even support himself, he had to use the wall for support. The muscles of his backbone seemed to have lost their power. The class of death gave birth to some kind of void that feeded on the very souls of the living. The void, weaved by the witchcraft of silence made Rusk and his friends its victims. Rusk could feel his body being eaten alive. As if something was eating his body from the inside.

Rusk turned his head to the back with the remaining energy he had. Only to find a half-alive Dave whose body only remained the skin and bones. Horrifled by the sight, Rusk wanted to escape from the class, to run away from this hell. But alas, the curse of the class of dead had already entangled its coils around its victims, disabling their will to move. Now Rusk could only sit and watch as his body rot.

Already tired and "turning undead", Rusk suddenly spotted the cause of this plague--teacher. The teacher was the one stirring up all these spells. Rusk glared at the creature with disgust.

Such horrifying beings should cease to exist!

The rotting corpse in front of the class continued its ritual of dead. Chanting monotonous lines that drowned the zombies in the spell of voodoo.

The maggot infested humanoid continued chanting, unaware that Rusk and his friends escaped the curse and was now ready to end its miserable life. Once and for all!

Class of the Living Dead

2009-01-04T22:57:00.000-08:00

Rusk took a glance at his watch and sighed.

Wtf time moves so bloody slow.

Rusk and a few of his friends were put in a class separated from most of their classmates. There was only seven of them in the new class. The rest of the 26 of classmates were in the class next door. Rusk could hear the shouting and cheering of his friends next door. Rusk and the others envied them. Being in the other class from their friends sucked bad.

Rusk's class pretty much dead. The class was like a graveyard, all too quiet. The students were like the tombstones that lined the cemetery. No movements, no sound, nothing. The students sat there and stared at the whiteboard. The only ones talking in class were Rusk and his friends.

Rusk wondered if his classmates were zombies. They all replied the teacher in one mourn and there was dead silence again, a choir of hell. The silence made Rusk and his friends uneasy, the silence was torture. Rusk could hear his friends crying and begging to be put of this misery. Only an hour of hell was enough to make them think of suicide. Rusk couldn't imagine how they were to last in hell for another 355 days.

Past. Present. Future

2008-12-31T07:26:00.000-08:00

Rusk watched as the clock went ticking away. It was less then half an hour to the new year.

Time flies. So fast.

Rusk looked back into his past. Exactly 365 days ago Rusk prayed that time would speed up. Wishing that the grand exam would end soon. But now, Rusk wished that time would slow down. And reverse.

Rusk and his friends had so much fun. Throughout the year they had did so much together. Now the feeling of the posibility of separation was unbearable. They had already weaved a bond so strong that they felt like a family. A family that will always be together even if the earth parted them.

Grades

2008-12-30T18:02:00.000-08:00

Rusk and a bunch of people were called to the library to receive the results of the grand exam. The room was crowded and Rusk took time to survey the crowd when the principal was giving her speech. Rusk spyed a few elites of the school. They were the ones that never fail to get rows of A's in their report book.

What the hell am i doing here?? If its giving out results then i should be separated from the elites! Hmmm.. Maybe.... Maybe....ZOMG.... My results are...... good? ZOMG?!?

The thought made Rusk ginned ear to ear. His results were err... not bad (sort of) Rusk never did his homework and never payed attention in class, and yet his was with the ones that over-complete their homework and over-listened in class(lol.. wrong eng).

Rusk's heart skipped a beat when his name was called. He was so dwelling in his on thoughts that he didnt notice that his name was called. Rusk shuffled to the principal nervously.

"Congratulations!", said the principal as she handed Rusk his result slip. Rusk forced a smile and mumbled a "thank you" then took the piece of paper. Rusk took a glance at his results and almost shouted.

ZOMG ITS..............

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"We have only two days to arrange the student's class" was the words Rusk wanted to hear. The principal and the teachers had only two days to arrange the class the pupils would be in next year.

With this little time i doubt those morons would be stupid enough to mix each class up.

The school followed a system during the student class arrangement process. The system to make every class a "graded class". The students would be put in the classes they are suitable in. So the classes would go from good to bad. But the system also allowed a shuffling of students in the arrangement. Each class will have their own strengths and weaknesses in student's grades but the shuffling does follow the "graded class" rule.

The system would allow Rusk's class to stick together since they were already "graded". If the were to rearrange the students to would take too much time. And since the teacher's council was limited in time then they would have to let the previous classes stick.

Rusk hoped his theory would work. He didn't want to be separated from his friends. Either of them wanted that.

First Aid

2008-12-29T19:05:00.000-08:00

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE EXPIRED!?!?!?", Rusk yelled at the boy.

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Rusk was in charge of first aid on the family night. He spended his afternoon revising the notes of first aid. Now he was damn sure that he was ready to treat any patient.

Rusk arrived at the BB headquaters early. He had to check whether the medical kit was complete or not. He wouldn't want to treat anyone with a medical kit that wasn't complete.

Rusk unlocked the doors of the BB office. It was the new office they moved in. The population of the BB grew bigger each year so they needed a bigger "store room". Rusk didn't know what they were planning to do with the smaller officeED(past tense lol) and he didn't care. The new office was really really dusty. It had cobwebs at all four corners of the room. The tiles of the floor were kinda, err (the tiled floor was so damn destroyed that there were hardly any tiles left). Rusk peered though the darkness of the room. Scanning the room. Searching for anything that looked like a medical kit. Finally, Rusk found it. Rusk picked up the red box that was covered in a layer of dust.

A layer of dust? Good, that means hardly anyone gets hurt in BB.

Rust opened the box to check its contains. Rusk pulled out a bottle from the box. Rusk read the label, (in darkness,yea i rock) wondering the purpose of the potion. Suddenly Rusk's eyes layed on something that almost made him cry.

Expired.

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Rusk was now wondering how he could possibly treat a patient without any antiseptic. They were all expired. Rusk's mind trailed off to one of the notes he read this afternoon. "Find there is no antiseptic available, use urine".

ZOMG

Rusk was wandering who the hell would pee on the patient. It was completly stupid.That pee-antiseptic was a last resort. And Rusk was left with the "last resort".

Rusk digged through the box.

What the hell.

The only sterile thing in the box were plasters. The bandages were the colour of yellowish white.(yucks) And the thing called "sterile gaze"(or smth) was packed in a torn open bag. Talk about keeping something sterile that is exposed to air.

Gay medical kit.
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The night when through with no injuries.

YESH! No need pee!

Dates

2008-12-26T05:22:00.000-08:00

Rusk stared at the calender. In five days time this calender will be replaced with a new one. The year 2009 was closing in.

30th of December. A cross marked the date. It was the day the results of the grand examination will be announced. Surprisingly, Rusk seemed excited rather than his "ZOMG IM SOOOOOOOOO DEAD" feeling that would surface everytime before every examination result was out. Rusk worked hard for the grand exam. Usually he would just sloth off into his world of gaming before any exam. He couldn't wait to harvest the fruits of his hard work.

Suddenly a date floated into his mind. Shock and fear seized him. He had forgotten to mark the date on his calender. 29th. It was the date of the annual "Family Day" organized by the Boy's Brigade. Every boy would bring their parents to the BB headquaters and have fun together. This would seem exciting and fun(yes it is). But this year was no heaven for Rusk.

ZOMGGGGG!!! OMGGGGG!!! ARRRRRRGGGGGGH!!!!!!

This year Rusk was in charged of the first aid. To give immediate assistance to the patient before professional help arrives.(i think its the definition of "1st aid" damn i forgot)

DAMNNNNNNNNNNN!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!

It had been already two years since Rusk sat for the first aid exam. He had earned the first aid badge. But two years was enough to erase most of his knowledge of first aid. Now the council left him in charge of this damn job. Rusk couldn't imagine himself sitting there looking stupid while someone was crying in agony in front of him. His superiors would rip off his first aid badge off.

WHY MEEEEEEEE!!?!? WHY MEEE?!!

Wait, I think I still got those first aid notes!

Rusk sprang to his feet and dashed to his wardrobe, digging through the mine of papers.(some people keep papers and notes in wardrobes! lol) Finally, Rusk found it. He held a small stack of crumbled paper in his hands. With tears in his eyes he hugged the stack of paper. It was his life-saver! (note: the second last sentence is completely false)

Rusk layed the papers on his bed and started reading them. Rusk devoured every single word on each page. He was sucking up knowledge like a vacuum cleaner.

YESSSS!!! YESSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!! lol

1

2008-12-18T17:15:00.000-08:00

Midnight came and blanketed the city in silence. Everyone was sleeping soundly in their warm beds. Only a figure was seen walking through the dark streets.

Micheal stumbled across the street. He needed some fresh air. Every night, Micheal would creep out of his house to enjoy the nightlife. Where wasn't much night"life" since the city seemed pretty much dead at night. Micheal loved the silence the night brought. It was only at night that such peace could be found. It was Etymole after all, a hustling and bustling city during the day. This metropolis knows no silence during the day. Cars came zooming in and out, the sound of machineries working in factories, the sound of beeping electronic devices. The combination of sounds was the daily choir.

Micheal glazed at the moon, little did he know that this night, was his dawn of destiny.(watever tat means)

Micheal turned into a corner and continued walking. His had met a dead-end. Suddenly, his whole body froze. Something supernatural was taking place. His body didn't listen to his commands.

Tip tap tip tap.

Footsteps were coming from behind. Footsteps that were heard louder every step. Someone or something was coming towards Micheal. All Micheal could do was stare at the stupid wall in front of his while whatever monster was coming his way. Micheal tried to scream but his fear devoured his voice.

Then, the footsteps stopped. Micheal could sense something was just a few feet away from him. Ready to murder, to feast.

Adrenaline kicked in and Micheal felt a force within him trying to break out. Inner strength came from nowhere and Micheal forced his head to turn.

"Oh wow, you managed to move. Looks like I've found you", said the voice from behind with a rather menacing tone.

ZOMFG! IT BLOODY TALKS!

The words from behind calmed Micheal's veins. It was a relieve that something civilized was the stalker.

Micheal managed to turn his head around and had a glimpse at the stalker.(lol, using "glimpse" at such situation) The stalker wore a cloak drenched in the colour of midnight. What send shivers down Micheal's spine was the stalker's mask. He wore a mask that had only a hole for only an eye to see through. The mask was the same colour as the moonlight. Pale.

"Bye, bye.", bid th stalker and Micheal's head went spinning.

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z

2008-12-18T17:11:00.000-08:00

Since you guys want me to update so much.(DAMN I HAVE NO EVENTS TO UPDATE ON DAMN U!!) I'll write a story.(A STORY! NOT PART OF THE RUSK HOPELET LIFE'S STORY!)And this story has nothing(i repeat, NOTHING!)to do with my life. Enjoy!(and don't blame me if it sucks or i quit halfway)

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-12-17T18:44:00.000-08:00

eh guys.I'VE RAN OUT OF IDEAS OMG! OMG!! (or am i juz too lazy to think). HELPPPP ME THINK! post some comments under this post(some ideas)... thanks z

Laziness

2008-12-02T20:56:00.001-08:00

ARGH! I dont noe why but im tooo freakin lazy to finish the camp story. (n lazy 2 post anything else) (i need inspiration, i think)......... Our team got second (yay) and tats the end of the horrible story.

thank you XD...

Camp Fire: Part 5~Camp Fire

2008-11-21T04:44:00.000-08:00

Rusk stared into the flames. The flames danced as if fire pixies were celebrating in the spirit of the fire. Rusk's heart sank into the yellow bright glow of the flame. It was a very tiring day. Basking in the warm heat of the camp fire made Rusk feel comfortable. Gazing at the glorious flames silenced Rusk's world. Everything slowed down. It was a feeling of peace.

A feeling of warmth that gave Rusk hope.

Camp Fire: Part 4~Sleeps

2008-11-21T04:06:00.000-08:00

Rusk was twisting and turning in his sleeping bag. He couldn't sleep. He wished he was back home, in his own bed. Sleeping in a tent was so much different compaired to sleeping at home. The camping grounds' atmosphere was icy cold. So much colder than the water Rusk bathed in. Rusk was freezing. The warming protection of the sleeping bag did help, but only a little.

Rusk pulled out his handphone from his pocket.

Damn, its 2 o'clock and I'm still awake.

Rusk had to sleep. He was already exhausted from the activities of the first day. Rusk couldn't imagine himself doing the second day's activities without a blink of sleep. He'll die of exhaustion.

Damnit. Fine. I'll count sheep then. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep................

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Rusk peeled open his eyelids. The wax that glued his eyes shut were a thousand times more stronger than the wax that he got from sleeping at home.

He pull out his handphone to check the time. It was only 4.30 o'clock. Rusk could sleep no more. Rusk could hear some of the boys calling each other to wake up. They wanted to watch the sunrise. But Rusk doubted they would even get to blink at the rising sun. Last night's rain gathered a vast garden of clouds, blanketing the sky. Even stars were not visible let alone the rising of the sun.

Rusk crawled out of his sleeping bag and got out his torchlight. He shone the torchlight towards the exit and creeped out the tent.

Camp Fire: Part 3~Animal

2008-11-19T04:17:00.000-08:00

Rusk peered through the murky waters of the water tank.

What the hell. Am I going to bath with this?!?

The activities held made Rusk sweat like a pig. Now his body was sticky. He wanted to bath so bad. But upon seeing the condition of the bathroom, Rusk's urge to bath went *poof*. But he had to bath. The captain made it an order to bath before entering the tent.

Dipper in hand, Rusk scooped up a dipper-full of water.

What the hell-

Rusk could see sediments floating in the water.

Rusk lifted the dipper above his head. Took a deep breath and-

@%$&$@&@&@%

The icy cold water made Rusk jumped. Rusk could swore the water came from the Artic. Now Rusk was shivering like a naked chicken dipped in liquid nitrogen. Rusk grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his body. He was freezing and the towel brought minor warmth.

Shit. Ready for round 2?

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Rusk stared at the crowed that had gathered in the bathroom he just bathed in.

Hell, a bathroom with moss decorated walls attracts people?!

"Hey! Watca you guys watchin?", Rusk yelled out.

"Come see for yourself!", someone replied from the crowd.

Rusk lifted his body lazily from the bench he was sitting and shuffled to the bathroom. His friends were pointing rays of light from their torchlight into the water tank.

Mermaids? Lol?

Rusk pushed through the crowd and came to the water tank. Guided by the rays of light, Rusk's vision reached the bottom of the tank.

"Hey, I can't see anythi-", Rusk choked before he could finish his sentence.

What the hell!!!! What the bloody hell!!!!!!!!!

Rusk was staring at a animal moving in the tank. A freaking dragon prawn. Rusk didn't care if it was even a lobster. The invertebrate was the size of those dragon prawns displayed in aquariums in many seafood restaurants.

A train of question ran through Rusk's head.

What the hell is it doing there?!?! How the hell did it get there?!?! How did it get so bloody big?!? Who the bloody shit fed it?!?

Suddenly a thought of something almost made Rusk faint.

I bathed with that shit.

Camp Fire: Part 2~A three-men army

2008-11-18T01:18:00.000-08:00

Rusk jammed the peg into the earth with a rock. He and three other guys were pitching a tent. They had to errect the tent well because it would have to withstand the strong sea breeze. Sweat poured down his face. They had to pitch the tent under the punishment of the scorching sun.

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"A three-men army?"

"Yea, good luck dude"

".............."

Rusk was informed that his team was the worst team combination of all. His team was made up of the naughtiest and laziest juniors. Worst still, Rusk was their leader. He was going to be leader of a team who sucked like hell for three freakin days. But all was not lost, Rusk had two, T-W-O teammates he could work with. That made his team, a three-men army.

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"AND ROUND ONE GOES TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO----
TEAM 4!!!!"

Round one was a competition of flag making. Each team made its own flag based own each team's theme. Rusk's team theme was "enjoy!". It suited Rusk's personality well. But with only three people willing to help, his team was going nowhere.

Good, we blasted the first round. But there are still many competitions ahead of us. We still got the chance to score points and win! Damn i need to get this team to work together.

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Frustration creeped in. Rusk was on the verge of quiting.

Each team was giving an hour to discuss about a talent show they would have to perform on the second day. Rusk spended 45 minutes gathering his teammates. Grouping morons that were running around the camp area like mad men almost killed Rusk. But Rusk swore to himself that he would never quit. He was going to carry this shit team to at least third place.

Camp Fire: Chapter 1~No turning back

2008-11-17T20:01:00.001-08:00

Rusk boarded the bus. His eyes scanned for any empty seats. Rusk found one and limped towards the seat, heavy luggage in hand.

The bus was crowded with the boys of the Boys' Brigade. Everyone was ready for the camp. Bulky luggages occupied some of the seats at the tail of the bus. Rusk could swore his luggage was the smallest. He didn't bring junk food like what he did in the past two years. Unnecessary items only brought burden to a camper.

Rusk peered through the dirty windows of the bus.

I guess I wouldn't be seeing Paws' beautiful scenery for the next three days.

It was the final glimpse of heaven before the bus departed, to hell. There was no turning back.

Something to look forward to...

2008-11-12T20:39:00.000-08:00

Rusk counted the clothes and stuffed them into his bag. He was going camping!

Finally! Something fun.

It was a camping trip organized by the Boy's Brigade. Every year the Boy's Brigade will organize one or two camping trips. This year's theme was "BB Fun Camp".

"Fun"?!?

Rusk doubt there would even be any "fun". Rusk hated how some of the strict officers destroy the mood. Many a time the boys would go high but upon some officer's appearance the atmosphere goes tense. But Rusk loved some of the officers who could joke around and play with them.

Rusk scanned his room for his insect repellent. This year they will be staying in tents so Rusk didn't want any damn bug to touch him when he was sleeping.

Shit.

The insect repellent has expired.

What kind of insect repellent expires?!!? I thought these stuff lasted a lifetime!

Rusk picked up his handphone and texted his dad. He needed some new insect repellent.

Monotonous

2008-11-11T00:42:00.000-08:00

Rusk was still in bed. He didn't want to get up. He wished he could continue sleeping for the rest of the day.

It was hours since he woke up. He spended the time under his blanket thinking of what he could do for the rest of the day. The young teenager wanted excitement but the boring days of holiday brought none. Rusk wished he could return to school.

School.

Rusk never knew he could miss school this much. Before the holidays started, he complained about going to school. But now, he was dying to attend class. He was so freaking fed up of staying at home. The computer games he played failed to fulfill Rusk's needed dose of excitement.

An adventure would be good.

But alas! Rusk could not come up with one.

Nothing to do, for the bloody whole freaking day.

Rusk sunk his face into the pillow and cursed.

Begining

2008-11-07T23:36:00.000-08:00

The tires of the plane met the earth. The wing flaps open wide, causing maximun drag on the plane. The plane glided on the runway for a few metres before coming to a halt. The smell of burning rubber cause by friction between the ground and the tires filled the air.

Rusk was back home.

Paws, I wonder how much you've changed.

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Rusk opened his eyes. It was morning. Rays of sunlight slanted across his room to where his pile of books was. Rusk spended the whole night reading. It was already the school holidays so Rusk could sleep as late as he wished. Greeted by the start of the school hoildays, Rusk smiled. Suddenly, his smile dissappeared. The thought of him possibly separated from his friends crumbled his happiness.

Rusk grabbed his hat and shuffled out of his room.

Home

2008-11-04T04:36:00.000-08:00

Rusk stared at the wall. He gazed at the endless pattern of the wall. His mind connected the little bumps on the wall. Imaginary lines formed on the wall. Soon, he could see shapes. Shapes of animals, people and buildings.

Rusk was bored.

He was sick of the monotonous spree of computer games. Artifical intelligence was too easy for him. He could win the game with one eye closed, sometimes he could even do it with both eyes closed.

Two more days.

Two more days then Rusk will be returning to Paws. He couldn't wait. He will be returning to his friends. The fact that school will end by the time he got back didn't bothered him. He just wanted to return home.

Home........

Soaring

2008-11-01T19:07:00.000-07:00

Rusk fiddled his cap. He had to wear a cap to disguise his bald spot. It was horrifying. Rusk didn't even want people to blink at the nightmare. He hated people staring at him. It would make him feel like some animal for sale. But wearing a cap brought bad things too. One of his friends laughed at him when she saw Rusk wearing the cap. The girl bursted out laughing as soon he entered the classroom. Rusk's cheeks burned with embarresment. It was okay for his boy friends to laugh at him. But a creature of a different sex laughing? Pure embarresment. If Rusk hadn't held his anger then the girl would be dead meat.

A few hours later and Rusk will be boarding a plane to Meery. Meery was the country he was borned in. Memories of the place was a blur.

Rusk was done with his packing. Now he was waiting for his family to finish with their's.

Why the hell was I dragged along?!?

His father was going to Meery for a business trip. And it was a family tradition to go to Meery every year. So his family took this opportunty. Rusk didn't like the idea. It was the last week of of school for the year. His friends would be bidding goodbyes to each other and writhing each other's memory book. And where will Rusk be? Meery. Miles away from all his friends. Rusk hoped his class would stay as they are. But, that was impossible. They had to part their own ways. A sucking part of life.

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Rusk fastened his seatbelt. The plane was about to take off. The plane was crowded with people. It was the cheapest flight so many jumped at the chance.

Chances.

Life gave Rusk alot of chances. But Rusk didn't cherish most of them. Throughout the year Rusk had the chance to be together with his friends. But, he ditched them. Now it was the year of the year and Rusk regretted his actions.

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Rusk could hear the engines roaring. The plane was gaining speed. Now it was not the tiny wheels of the plane moving the giant. The huge turbo engines under the plane's wings sucked in large amounts of air like a tornado and blasted them out in a powerful blast of wind, pushing the plane forward.

Soon, the giant bird took flight.

An hour of nothing wouldn't kill me.

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Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk

Plane landed with a thud. The plane shook, causing the passengers to bounce in their seats. The captain fulled the brakes. Forcing the stubborn bird to stop. Soon, the plane came to a halt.

Rusk was finally in Meery.

Yo!

2008-10-30T20:00:00.000-07:00

I'll be going to Miri for the whole of next week so i MAY not be posting(unless i find a cyber cafe there).....

WARNING!

2008-10-29T21:05:00.000-07:00

a warning to my dear readers. the last post wasnt a joke. we got attacked just outside one of parkson's entrance. the entrance where KFC is. so beware of that place.

Nightmare

2008-10-29T19:18:00.000-07:00

Rusk was running. Running. Running.

He was running for his life. He was being chased by, zombies. Zombies were terrorizing the town. Almost evryone he knew were turned into those blood thristy creature.

Rusk was caught. The zombies now had him. He was............. dead meat.

Rusk woke up. He was gasping for air. His whole body was bathed in sweat and covered in goosebumps.

Its just a dream. A nightmare.

The whole dream itself was so scary that he stayed up the whole night. He was afraid the dream might continue. He even checked under the bed for zombies.

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Rusk was having fun. He was watching a movie with a bunch of friends. It was the movie Rusk longed to watch. It was the third part of the movie "High School Musical". The first part of High School Musical was enough to make Rusk addicted. The fact that this part of the series may be the last part made Rusk sad. But being able to watch the movie with his friends made him happy. It was a feeling of bittersweet.

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Rusk was washing his wounds. The back of his head was pouring out blood like a fountain. The river of blood dyed his pink collar red. His body was numb. The scary thing was, he felt no pain. Rusk and his friends were attakced by a group of gangsters. The reason for their assault was unknown.

Those morons, attacking for no reason.

It all began when they walked out the plaza entrance. Without warning, one of the pigs kicked one of Rusk's friend. He remained cool and walked away. But another pig came flying out of nowhere and dragged out another of Rusk's friends and started beating him. Pigs attacking humans! Rusk's friend warned the animal to stop or else pork chops were on tonight's menu. But those beasts could not understand human tongue and continued bashing.

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It had been just a few minutes after the war. Rusk and his friends were rushing to a nearby hotel. They had to seek shelter before those pot-bellies call out more of their kind. Of course, pigs could breed faster than humans so their numbers were so much more than humans. Rusk and his friends were outnumbered.

They had to get to the hospital fast. Most of his friends were badly injured. Rusk's wallet was stolen.

I never knew pigs needed money.

Soon, parents came and they raced them to the hospital.

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The hospital. The worst place for a gathering. Rusk met his friends there. They were all lining up for checkup.

Oh please. Not the hair. NO! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The doctors had to cut off some of Rusk's hair in order to clean the wound. Thank God the wounds weren't serious. It was just little wounds. Rusk got his head bandaged to compress the bleeding. After an injection Rusk was free to go.

Most of his friends got their wounds cleaned and got an injection. Some,including him went for X-ray to comfirm that their skulls weren't shattered. And they weren't.

It was a bad day. A day that will remain etched in their minds. A memory that will teach a lesson.

Memories

2008-10-27T00:14:00.000-07:00

Rusk was ordered to clean up his room. It was a huge mess. Books were scattered all around his room. Rusk loved reading books. If he got hooked up onto a story, he wouldn't stop until he finished the whole story. Sometimes he would even spend the whole night reading. But Rusk never bothered arrange his books. After reading a story he would either leave it there of simply throw it to the corner of his room.

Rusk stared the the mountain of books.

I should've kept my books in a box or something.

Cursing his own bad attitude, he started to pick up the books. Suddenly, something caught his attention. It was an edge of a blue book sticking of the book mountain. He pulled it out, causing the mountain to tumble down. The book was covered by a layer of dust. Rusk blew away the layer of dust and the title of the book came into sight.

Memories.

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Rusk spended the past few hours flipping through the pages of the blue book. It was the book where his elementary classmates painted down their memories. Some of the things his friends wrote made the teenager laughed. It has been 3 years since they parted. Some went overseas. Some went to different schools. Some were still with Rusk.

No matter how close we are, we will still eventually part our own paths.

Rusk remembered it. One of his closest friend told him that.

He was right.

Many say their hearts will be linked. But eventually the friendship ties will fade. And the only thing that is left behind are memories. Memories of sweet and bitter times.

Their major exam was over. And Rusk knew his present classmates will separate. It will be tough. It took 3 years of tears and laughter to build up his many true friendships. A momment of separation will shatter the bonds.

Why does it have to be like this?!? WHY!??!?! WHY!?!?!? Why.... do people have to separate!?? Why cant things stay as they are?!

Because,

we all have to move on in life.

Disguise

2008-10-26T20:10:00.000-07:00

I've got a sore throat and i've got flu.

Damn, not good enough.

If Rusk wasn't going to that football match, he had to come up with an excuse. Rusk was worst at lying. He couldn't remain as cool as his other friends. The guilt inside him chewed up his confidence. Worst still, all the lies he made up were as fake as lies.

Two more hours till the football match. His brain was at the verge of bursting.

I guess I'll just have to go.

Groaning, he packed his bag and left his room.

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The ball landed perfectly in front of the striker, he dribbles the ball around the defenders. The striker leads the ball to the corner of the field. He quickly scans the field for any teammates. Found one. He sents the ball soaring above the defenders' heads. The enemy goalkeeper comes flying at the ball, hands open wide as if he was a tiger pouncng at its prey. But alas, another striker was there, ready. The ball landed right in front of the striker. The striker t-

GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd goes bananas! It was the first goal of the match. Two of Paws' best strikers stand basking in the cheering of the crowd. They had brought Paws the first hopes of victory.

Rusk couldn't believe it. Paws scoring? A miracle! Most of all, Rusk was surpised that he, was enjoying the match. He too,was yelling like a barbarian. Never had he been so into football.

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The match ended a few hours after the first and only goal. It was Paws 1, Saemarhan 0. Rusk had an enjoyable time.

Well, sometimes bad luck can be good luck in disguise.

Wildfire

2008-10-24T20:33:00.000-07:00

Shit Shit Shit

How the hell did everyone know the contents of his diary?!?! First, there was one asshole. Rusk threatened the little shrimp not to breath out anything of the contents or else it'll be hell for him. Soon, the whole secret spreaded like wildfire.

Where the hell is that three-eyed buffalo shrimp!?!? I'm ganna make him wish he was never born! Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was someone else? Maybe it was...... a girl! Heh, girls are the main causes of forest fires. One little spark then its hell to all the animals in the forest.

Rusk didn't care what sex of a creature started it. He was determined to find out who or what
cooked up this chaos.

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Rusk stared blankly at the notice board. He was looking at a corner specialy made by a group of girls. There, mapped the location of his diary.

Wtf

Rusk hated to use the "f" word. But with his being boiling with anger he couldn't control his mind. His hands were itching. Any moment now and that piece of paper on the wall would become another of Rusk's "masterpiece".

Ahh. Whatever.

Rusk couldn't go angry at girls. He turned away from the notice board and shuffled away.

Boredom

2008-10-24T05:23:00.000-07:00

It was already afternoon when he woke up. He had missed class, but he didn't care. There wasn't even class after the major exam. Students brought board games into class. The teacher didn't even blink at the sight of handphones. The rule "no handphones" was ignored. It was freedom. But Rusk preferred to sleep in his hostel.

Rusk climbed out of bed. His stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten a damn thing the whole morning. Rusk flung open his wardrobe and fished out a black T-shirt. Rusk had a fondness towards the colour black. It made him feel cool. Somehow it made him blend into the shadows, and slip away unnoticed.

The young teenager walked down the flight of stairs and headed for the canteen.

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Argh. Even spaghetti tastes like rubber.

Clearly, Rusk's flu was still there. But his headache was long gone. It was good news, that means he can attend his friend's barbeque party. Plans of excitement flashed through his mind.

Maybe we could use our exam papers as a replacement for the charcoal. Maybe we could burn the teacher's car.

Suddenly, a thought of something extinguished his fantasies.

Sissy football match.

The recovery of his headache also brought bad luck. Every boy student was forced by the school to go to some stupid football match. It was one of these rare moments that Rusk wished he was a girl. Yes, boys love football. But watching Paws send out its football team into battle was pure torture. Paws was a thousand times better at producing cats than producing a proper football team.

Whatever. Maybe i can fake my headache on that day.

A smile formed on Rusk's face. He was NOT going to that football match.

Plague

2008-10-24T02:07:00.000-07:00

Rusk woke up groaning. Yesterday's headache was still there.

Sniff, sniff.

Shit.

The flu hasn't dissapear yet. Flu was the sickness Rusk hated most. He had to carry a box of tissue everywhere he went. Worst of all, it made everything he ate tasted like plain water.

Rusk scaned his room. Something very important was missing. What was i-

Where the hell is my laptop?!?!?!?

Heh. Maybe the caretaker locked it up so that I won't die of dehydration. Rusk had a habit of not drinking water when playing his computer games.

Whatever.

Rusk burried his head into his pillow and drifted into dreamland. Little did he know that he was the one responsible for half of his classmates' illness. He had released a plague.

the start of an adventure

2008-10-23T02:10:00.000-07:00

Like many other countries, names were given to suit their uniqueness. Paws was renown for its mast population of cats. Cats were seen in every corner of the city. Citizens were so fond of these felines that they kept at least 10 of them home. Indeed, cats were the masters of this miserable city. Cats were worshipped as gods.

In the city of Paws, it was where Rusk's story begun.

lol........ this blog is pretty much about my life.... yup, im ganna use Rusk Hopelet's journey as a reflection of my life...... pretty bored down here so came up with a sissy idea of creating a blog... btw... my english isn't tat good so quit the critism... yea... u can voice so i can improve mah language...