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MoonPhoenix Devil
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Acknowledgements:

To my boyfriend who once taught me that only we know what style our writing should be,
Because others can only guide and not manipulate.

To my english, literature and drama teachers who once taught me the many ways I could improve.

To my littlest cousin who showed me that imagination never fade with growing age.

To all story writers who build my love for reading and writing stories.

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A rainy day on 2nd July 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009

The bright morning was slowly covered by the dark grey clouds. The low groaning of thunder threatened a long downpour. Sora looked out of the windows and thought about it carefully. It was an ominous sign for a really bad day and she was all alone at home. Maybe I should bring in the clothes, she thought to herself, it sure doesn't look like passing dark clouds.

Strolling to the balcony where the clothes of her family hung out to dry from the wind and the now hidden sun. Was that a drip of rain? Or was it just her imagination? Sora did not wait to find out. She hurriedly brought in the clothes - bamboo after bamboo. How long did it took? 1 minute maybe. Ensuring that the clothes were safe from the now drizzly, she headed back to the living room where she was watching the television and willing her projects to be done on their own.

There was no lightning. Not a flash at all but there was continuous growling of the thunder. It was as though an Old Man was nagging for her to stop lazing around and went to complete her half-done project. It didn't took more than 5 minutes, or at least that was how Sora felt, to realise that her whole house became dark. Under such circumstances, it was hard to gauge the time. It could have been noon but it could have been night.

piak-piak-plat-plat. The rain came pouring down. The Old Man has started to cry. The sky was dark grey and in view was only the pouring rain. The thunder consistently rumbled as she stared out patiently, enjoying the view of the rain which it was not something anyone would bother themselves about.

The phone rang. Oh. It was daddy. Sora felt like a little girl and thought she could get a little attention out of daddy. But no. Daddy was more concerned if the laundry was brought in away from the rain. He was not concern that Sora might be feeling alone or afraid of the darkness and moist that envelopes her. He was not concern if Sora felt trapped in a doll house and frightened by the loud thunderous groan by the Old Man. Why should he be concern? Sora was afterall 18 not 8.



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my mind has stopped blank here. it suddenly occurred to me right at this moment. It's no wonder that I always look for my boyfriend. That I love and trust my boyfriend more than my family. It's no wonder that I never liked to share my achievements and my sadness with my family. It's because they don't care. They never did and they probably never will. I don't like to be a tool.

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Man VS Woman
Saturday, April 11, 2009

Now, here is something I do not understand. The theory between man VS woman.

At the young age of Elementary, man and woman are absolutely equal (not unless your family is those that prefer boys to girls). Why do I say that? Because man and woman prefer to draw a clean line between them and none is superior to the other. We are all young kids enjoying the presence of each other as playmates.

Let's go a little older now. Tertiary level. AH! Man dates Woman, Woman dates Man. Whoever love who more will lose its level of superiority. Let's say in a typical example where Man woos Woman who he thinks he really love her a lot and willing to do anything to get her heart. Here, Woman is superior to Man. She calls the shots and he does her bidding. Works the same way vice-versa when Woman woos Man. Equality is non-existence anymore.

People grow up and here we enter Adulthood. Man and Woman gets married. However, unlike Tertiary level, its a whole different story. Even if Man asks for Woman's hand for marriage, Woman is no longer the superior being in the relationship as long as she accepts. My bets are that if a Woman ask for a Man's hand for marriage, she too losses her superior strength.

Its human's nature isn't it? I won't say that such incidents happen to every Man and Woman but I will bet that it happens to most.

If a Woman dolls up for her Man everyday, he will get bored of her even if she is pretty. That, to Man, is sufficient reason to mess around their life drinking, gambling or maybe even flirting and sleeping around. What happens when a Woman NOT dress up for her Man everyday? The same things happen only with a different reason. Man's reasoning will then be that their wife looks so dull and have become a total old hag and nag.

NAG. Since we touched on that, please allow me to elaborate a little more. When Woman don't nag, Man says Woman do not care for them - another reason to look for other Woman who seem to care. But when Woman do nag, Man says Woman is simply too naggy - yet again another reason to look for other Woman who seems more demure.

At this point, I would love to tell all Man that ALL Woman nags. Its part of life. And guess what, you Man do nag too. Just that Woman does not make any noise about it because they understand that you care. So why can't you understand that Woman nag because they care? Maybe because you simply need a reason to mess around your life and not be responsible for it.

So now you see, I cannot understand how Man is more superior to Woman in marriage. Just because they can earn money and feed their wife? Or just because they think that having married to them, Wives are helpless and no longer possess any assets?

The more laughable thing is that when such are the event, all Woman has to do is doll up a little, run wild a little and Man comes flocking to them. Oh the paradox of Man.

Does it not look like a cycle to you?

Man wins Woman = Husband and Wife.
Husband dumps Wife for Woman.
Wife fluants assets = Men wants Wife. (Please do not ignore the plural for Man and singular for Woman)
Husband gets jealous = Husband wants Wife back

And what next? Husband EXPECTS Wife to return obediently back to him. At this point, we have returned back to Elementary level from Adulthood, where no one is more superior than the other and no one can make the other listen to them. That's when Divorce steps in and the whole cycle happen again.

Is it not ironical how Man and Woman behave? Maybe Man should just chill a little and love their Woman for how their Woman is and want to be. And Woman should just chill a little and cut back on their love for Man a little.

As the saying goes, a little give and take goes a long way.

Not that any Man will listen because pride is great.
Not that any Woman will care because love is blind.

That is my opinion for now. Still think you're superior?

Hey Man, Woman's Assets cease to exist only when Woman die.
One last thing, ever heard of "one Man's junk is another Man's treasure?" for all you know its a treasure you're dumping. *winks*

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The Lost Soul
Sunday, March 29, 2009

The wild laughter of a group of children rang loudly through the sky along with the splash of waves upon the sandy beach. Some of the kids dashed around chasing each other while some others picked seashells. The younger ones stayed near their family making sand castles of all shapes and sizes.

"Let's cross the bridge over to that smaller island over there!" Mother Nan pointed to the island across the bridge and called out to everyone. The elated kids raced each other across the bridge wondering what they could find on the other side. Everyone was on cloud nine. It was a happy family gathering for the family of 15.

They were on a 3 days, 2 nights holiday at RasaS Hotel and had chosen to spend their first day there on the sandy beach. The oldest amongst them at the age of 72 and the youngest as young as 5. They hadn't had such an outing in a long while and it was fruitful to see the euphoric look comfortably settled on the face of all.

As they reached the other island, the older kids raced around exploring the little island with the maids trailing behind them. The younger ones together with the adults explored the area for a place to sit. Finally finding some large rocks beneath a few tall coconut trees, Greatgrandmother dusted the rock and sat down comfortably. She stretched out her frail and fair hand and called out to one of the younger kids.

"Come Jac, Come. Have a sit beside me.."

Little Jac obediently rushed to the side of her Greatgrandmother and with a huge grin, pulled her tights and sat down cozily beside her. Together with Greatgrandmother, they both sat there in silence, enjoying the serene scenery while watching the people around them chat noisly. All was blissed and fun with no worries and no unhappiness.

Suddenly, there was a loud cry of fear! Little Jac screamed for her mother who frantically rushed to her side as startled Greatgrandmother worriedly asked Jac, who was as pale as sheet, what was wrong. "There is a colourful worm on my tights! Get it off of me please..." Jac whined hysterically in fear. Mother Nan laughed as she dust off the worm and simply commented that it was nothing to worry about. Greatgrandmother gently consoled Jac, telling her that a worm was like a guardian protecting her.

Everything seemed to be fine again as Jac's sobs faded and she obediently trotted alongside of Greatgrandmother all the way back to the Hotel after a long day at the beach. However, back at the Hotel, Jac suddenly vomitted and refused to eat her dinner. She just stoned upon the bed as she fell ill and suffered from high fever. Everyone was worried as she did not answer anyone's call. It was as if she was alone in another world.

Grandmother told Mother Nan in dialect, "her soul might have flown away at the Beach this afternoon when she got frightened by the worm. We must call her soul back quickly." As the older aunts agreed with Grandmother's claim, Mother Nan asked Greatgrandmother to stay with Jac while they along with Jac's siblings went to the Beach to call her soul back.

Under the moonlight, the cries for Jac could be heard across the beach as the family walked up and down the beach frantically calling for her. Anyone who walked passed them were bewildered and hurriedly left the area thinking that someone might have drowned there. Poor Jac's siblings who were not much older than her were scared and confused thinking that their sister has met with a dire mishap.

Returning back to the Hotel, exhausted and worried, the whole family were comforted and ecstatic to see that Jac was happily playing with her toys and responding to the cries of her family. It was as though nothing had happened at all.

No one knew for sure if her soul was truly lost out at sea at that point of time, but it did not matter to anyone for Jac was back to normal and that was all that mattered.

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You might not like this story, because I, myself personally feel that my composition and english has deteriorated badly. I felt a need to tell this story as it is a true story. It happened and believe it or not, its up to you.

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A mistake I cannot atone
Friday, November 9, 2007

The whole room fell silent as we watched Grandmother cried her heart out. She was thumping her loved one's chest and chided him for leaving her alone in this world. Despite how he treated her when he was alive, Grandmother loved Grandfather till the day he died.

It was a melancholy occasion. I was speechless as I stood there, forlorn. I regretted the action I made 9 hours ago and now I cannot make up for it. As I thought back on my unforgivable behaviour, tears trickled down my cheeks... ...

School ended but my friends spread the news that we would be receiving our chemistry preliminary paper in the late noon - a few hours after school ends. Barely a quarter of the class decided to stay back. As I did not want to go home too early, I asked my friends to accompany me to wait for the results.

Time passed quickly as we saw our chemistry teacher arrive carrying a stack of papers. Receiving back my paper, I grinned despite having failed again. I felt that I had at least improved, thus was in a really good mood. While my teacher went through the answers with the few students, My friend suddenly received a message on her phone. It was from my boyfriend saying that my family was looking for me to go to the hospital to visit Grandfather.

Being one of the more popular students in class, I decided to act cool in front of my friends thinking that I can avoid embarrassment. Despite knowing that Grandfather was already in the Intensive Care Unit, I behaved as though I did not cared at all. I groaned loudly and asked a rhetorical question of whether I really had to visit my grandfather. Little did I know that this attitude would lead to much regrets. Borrowing my friend's phone, I confirmed the details with my family before explaining to my teacher that I had to leave early. I felt awkward as all my friends' eyes were on me.

While packing my bag, I sighed loudly as I told my friends in a reluctant and annoyed tone:"have to go to the hospital, no choice."

That very day, I never went to the hospital because I reached home late. I thought that I could still visit Grandfather the next day.

It was 2am the next day when Dad woke the family up saying that Grandfather was going. We hurried down to the hospital only to be told that it was too late. I stood there unable to accept the fact that Grandfather was gone.

Having thought back on my undesirable behaviour, I realised what a fool I was. For the sake of face value, I actually gave up the chance to see Grandfather alive for the last time. There were no room for regrets because I deserved to be punished for having been so rude and uncaring. It was a mistake I cannot atone.

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Stabbed
Thursday, September 27, 2007

In much agony, I slowly spunned around. Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at the shadowy figure. Gravity and the extra weight of unshed tears started to pull me down until I fell to the ground. I curled up in excruciating pain as I slowly fade into unconciousness.
I awoke to find myself lying on a bed, feeling enervated and empty. Memories raced through my mind making my head spin. I shook my head real hard to clear my thoughts, only to find myself alone in an empty room, facing the shadowed figure with an empty mind. I stared at this shadowed figure with an empty look on my face. The shadowed figure began pleading for my forgiveness. I only laid there staring at his tears fall as I silently thought of my pain.
"How could you expect me to forgive you when you had stabbed me from behind? I used to think that I could trust no one but when I tried to trust people, I ended up being stabbed by traitors. You may not be the first to betray me, but how could I trust someone who hurt and lied to me?"

With these thoughts running through my mind, my wound hurt more than ever. It burnt as though someone just poured alcohol upon the bleeding wound. And yet, I never screamed in pain. The burning anger and hatred in me eased the desire to cry out in pain.

I asked the shadowed figure in a weak whisper: "How do you expect me to forgive you after you hurt me so deeply?" The shadowed figure never reply. He simply kept reproaching himself as though it would make any differences. My wound burnt as my emotions got the better of me.
"What is the point of regretting after committing this mistake you now claim to be?" I pressed on with my questions. Again, the shadowed figure did not reply, but this time asked for forgiveness.


"How am I to trust anyone ever again? Who am I to tell if I placed my trust on the right person? What would I do if one day I was stabbed again by the person I trust? Why should I put myself through so much pain again?" I mulled over these questions again and again. There was an awkward silence in the room.
I stared cold-heartedly, determined not to forgive. But I know deep down inside that I would forgive this shadowed figure, but never forget the stab. Breaking the silence, I spoke fiercely to the shadowed figure, in a bid to remind him that nothing he say or do can ever turn back time:"Doctors can heal the wound, but there would still be an ugly scar upon the very place you stabbed."
"I promise you that there would never be a second time." The shadowed figure finally said. "Give me a chance to make up for my moment of carelessness. I would never hold a knife near you ever again. I swear." He was filled with remorse and sadness. I could feel his sincere plead for forgiveness.
Although I knew that I would never forget this excruciating pain and have no intention to let him forget this undesire agony he inflicted upon me, I nodded to the shadowed figure as I swallowed my tears of pain. I swore that I would not trust anyone so easily anymore, for it would only bring pain more than joy.
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I once wrote something like this elsewhere when I was stabbed by someone I trusted a lot. This piece had been edited to make a little more sense than before.

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A story's Introduction
Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A smooth hand stroked through her soft hair as she laid staring up towards the moon, she smiled and thanked god for the wonderful life he have given her.


"It's all right, you can let go now, Fyara."

With that, she gave a weak smile as she slowly drift off into complete darkness, never having the chance to see dawn break ever again.


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I was thinking of typing out a story but got stuck at this beginning. I couldn't think of a climax that would be interesting yet uniquely original. Do let me know if you have any idea how this story should go. thanks. =)

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Anger
Thursday, August 9, 2007

Yet again, another composition of mine in Sec 4'06.
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I stared into the eyes which glinted in anger and refused to budge. These pair of eyes that burnt with ferocity. His crimson face scrunched into a deep frown. He is my irascible father whom I had just enraged with my sudden burst of suppressed dissatisfaction. "You either do as I say, or you are no daughter of mine!" my father roared in fury.

"All my life I have been at your beck and call. Never once did I say no to any of you requests or orders,, but this is ridiculous! I am old enough to decide what is right for me! I am already twenty and this is my life! I will not withstand your imperious attitude anymore! A girl I might be, but I am still human and I am going to work as a model, whether you like it or not!" I remonstrated. Although I felt a sense of trepidation that he would severe all ties with me, I stood there obstinately, silently praying that he would give in to me for once.

Then, there was a moment of silence as we both stood glaring at each other. I could sense the tension mounting, but I gave him a cold hard stare, hoping to show that I was firm in my decision. However, he stood there unabated and suddenly snapped at me in vexed impatience," You think that you know what is right! You think that you are old enough to do anything! In you eyes, I am as good as dead already, aren't I?"

"No!" I expostulated, "You are my only kin left on this Earth! I wish that you would live as long as I do! You have painstakingly brought me up and now I only ask to work and take care of you so that you can retire early and enjoy life. Is it too much for me to ask of you to let me decide how I want to lead my life? Can't you stop assuming that you know what is best for me?" I felt a surge ot adrenalin rush through my body as I was suddenly overwhelmed with anger at his outburst. However, I was not the only person fuming at the moment. In a fit of anger, my father slapped me. I swirled with the impact and landed hands-first on the floor. I was appalled by his sudden movement and felt more angry with him. I had an instant thought to leave the house at that moment and never return.

It was then when I realised that my overwhelming anger had brought tears to my eyes. "I hate you! I HATE YOU!" I yelled in a fit of pique. Little did I know how much I have hurt my father till tears suddenly trickle down his cheeks, but he stood willfully. Not willing to be deem the loser of this war.

We both stared at each other in silence, none willing to apologise. I was very angry and could not understand what have I said wrong, but I began to have mixed feelings when my father broke down for the first time in front of me. However, I did not move an inch and in face gave him a cold hard stare. He did not return any stare or show signs of anger. I knew that I had won this war already. I secretly gloated at the thought of success.

My father suddenly embraced me and started apologising between tears for being insensitive to my feelings. At that moment, I felt my anger vanish into thin air as I returned an embrace and also apologise for all the things I said in a fit of pique. After a long "father and daughter" talk, we each head to our rooms to rest. I could not help grinning when my father had his back against me as I finally had things my way.

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My teacher's comments: An original plot. Remember though, that a good story has events happening, otherwise it becomes a play with so much dialogue. Good vocab.
In my mind then and now: I am afterall from Drama Club, playwrights are something I have been taught.
Vocab is again from vocab book and this time, stories I have read. I personally like this composition a lot.

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Flight

Another composition I wrote in Sec 4'06
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The weather looked promising as a group of friends excitedly headed to a field of lush green grass. The place was near deserted as only a few families stayed in the region. It was very far from the city, thus the peaceful serenity that relaxes one's mind. Mountains and forests surrounded the area which gave a greated sense of security that there would be little disturbance during their flight and promising scenery to view.

As the group of friends prepared to enter the hot-air balloon, the villager who was supposed to control the hot-air balloon rushed forth to warn them about the impending downpour reported on the news. As this was the only opportunity to ride in a hot-air balloon and yet able to view such beautiful scenery, the group of friends decided to take the risk and go ahead with the flight. Despite great reluctance, the villager gave in and helped to prepare the ride.

In the midst of the the flight, while her friends were enjoying the ride and the view, Faeya realised that the azure sky was slowly being enveloped by darkness caused by the grey clouds. She had a bad premonition of the impending danger they were soon to face. Before she could react, an ominous roar of thunder alerted her friends thus causing everyone to snap out of their elation and began to panic.

As the storm poured dangerously upon the hot-air balloon, the villager tried to stablise the hot-air balloon. However, a lightning struck upon the hot-air balloon, causing the villager to lose complete control of the balloon. Everyone was hysterical as they knew that there was no way they could survive the dangers of the weather.

Everyone cuddled together, praying for help as the hot-air balloon swayed dangerously in the mercy of the weather. Just then, a ear-piercing shriek rang in their ears as Faeya realised that they were heading straight into a mountain. Breaking down into heaps of tears, the friends blamed themselves for agreeing to take the risk despite knowing the great danger of flying in a bad weather.

Just as they were about to collide into a mountain, a sudden strong gust of wind blew the hot-air ballon away. The strong wind blew the hot-air balloon towards land very quickly. As no one expected to survive, they shut their eyes tightly and softly mumbled their prayers as tears rolled down their eyes uncontrollably.

Swaying dangerously, the hot-air balloon overturned like a capsized ship as it landed on a muddy field. Slowly peeping out of the hot-air balloon, Faeya realised that they had landed on the field and was saved! As she turned around to share the good news, she realised that her friends were all bleeding and all were knocked unconscious. With much difficulty, Faeya struggled out the hot-air balloon and gingerly pulled her friends out. Blood trickled down her face as she had cut her forehead in the rough landing. Exhausted by the whole situation, Faeya slowly sank into the abyss of darkness as she laid unconcious on the floor.

Faeya awoke to the sound of her friends' voices and was surprised to know that everyone had survived the danger with minor injuries. They had all expected to die in the dangerous ride, yet unexpectedly, all managed to survive the ordeal. From then on, the group of friends swore never to take such risks again as such unexpected miracles may never happen again.

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My teacher then only commented "good vocab" and nothing else. I could still remember that he said that he briefly went through my composition due to a lack of time. I was furious! The "good vocab" was because I used words from my "vocab book".

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How a person's attempt to help someone landed him or her into trouble

A composition I once wrote when I was in Sec 4'06
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His hands moved vigorously as he explained a simple entreprenial plan. His eyes shimmered with determination and confidence as his face glowed with pride and dignity. He was very confident that he would be a successful businessman. Vahn was his name and he was in a state of euphoria as he imagined himself to be filthy rich. Faeya sat there listening attentively, feeling he excitement and confidence. She was a gullible young adult and trusted others easily, especially if that person was a suave guy.

"But my only problem now is that I do not have sufficient capital..." Vahn ended his long explanation with a grim face.

Faeya stared at him blankly, although she knew what he was driving at. She was relatively rich and had a stable income every month. However, she was very keen to start a business with a suave guy and in the event learn some new entrepreneurship skills. Despite this, Faeya waited for Vahn to request, knowing he would somehow. It was as though Vahn read her mind as he suddenly said, "well, people say kindness begets kindness. I wonder if there would be any pretty lady who would like to assist me. I would love to teach her some marketing skills and I'll definitely repay her kindness one day."

Upon hearing this and seeing his determination and great confidence in his entreprenial plan, Faeya agreed immediately to help him on a condition to teach her entrepreneurship skills. The agreemeent was settled and they soon got their business going smoothly. Faeya thought that she could trust Vahn with the accounts as she concentrated only on learning marketing skills. However, she did not know that Vahn was scheming to make use of her.

At the break of dawn, Faeya hurried to her office as usual to begin her day at work. As she reached the office, she smelled a stench of oil and realised that there was oil spilled on the door and paint was sprayed all over the wall. Loansharks were demanding for debts to be repaid or else they would burn down the office.

Terrified and appalled, Faeya immediately called Vahn for help but he could not be reached. She started pacing back and forth, anxiously waiting for Vahn to arrive.

After a couple of hours, Vahn was still nowhere to be seen. Tears flowed like a broken tap as Faeya realised what a fool she had been. She was in deep trouble then as she had to repay the debts and handle the company on her own. Rushing into the office to check the accounts, she realised that the office was in a mess as papers were strewn all over the floow and computers were smashed. She found the accounts book after searching frantically through a sea of papers. However, to her dismay, the accounts book showed that the company was left with no funds.

Faeya sat stunned on the floor as she realised that she was being used as a scapegoat. Vahn had took off with all her money and left her with debts to settle. As her employees came to work, she stared at them blankly, unsure of how to break the news to them.

She knew that her savings alone could not repay the debts and to pay the workers retrenchment fees. Furthermore, she was jobless herself aqt that point of time as her kindness was taken for granted and she was left with nothing but rubbish to clear.

Faeya did not know what to do as her mind was confused with too much thoughts. She said to herself, "so much for kindness begets kindness" and then she laughed hysterically to herself.

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I got a good and 21/30 for this composition. I felt that I could have done better though.

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Introduction
Saturday, July 21, 2007

This blog consists of stories - fictional and adapted from non-fictional - but you may be assured that all stories are based mainly from imagination with few ideas from the surroundings.

Acknowledgement
To my boyfriend who once taught me that only we know what style our writing should be,
Because others can only guide and not manipulate.
To my english, literature and drama teachers who once taught me the many ways I could improve.
To my littlest cousin who showed me that imagination never fade with growing age.
To all story writers who build my love for reading and writing stories.

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