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Thursday, September 20, 2007

12, not 13. Part 2

I was strolling on the beach one fine evening, gazing at the twinkling stars.
The twinkling stars made me feel so emo. I was sobbing.
I felt that i ought to sing an emo song to relieve my emo-ness.
"twinkle, twinkle little star, how i wonder .........." I started singing.
I felt much relieved after singing this super emo song.

Suddenly, I noticed a shadow in the water.
Rubbing my eyes and making sure I wasn't hallucinating, I identified the shadow to be Brandon.

Me: oi, what u doing?
Brandon: dun bother me!

He was snivelling.

Brandon: Leaf me alone!

He crushed a poor little leaf in his hand and threw at me.

Me: ouch, u hurted me lah.

Brandon started walking into the sea.

Me: what was i going to ask u ah? oh ya, what u doing here?
Brandon: stop bothering me.

He continued to walk deeper into the sea, whimpering loudly.

Brandon: life is unfair, i'm really really sry. i feel so bad about myself.
Me: dun tell me that u're going to commit suicide. it's okay, go on. a world without u will be much better.
Brandon: eh, when ppl are going to commit suicide, u should do ur best to stop them wat.
Me: okay, okay, fine. brandon, u shouldn't do that. every life is precious.
Brandon: quit trying to stop me. i must do it tonight.

I thought, since he said I must TRY MY BEST to stop him, I'll try my best.

Me: i know brandon, u're some super screwed up guy. but a lot of ppl are much more screwed up than u. for example, errrr, errrrrr, errrrrrrrrr, brandon?

Brandon cries even louder.

Me: sry sry. i know u're bad coz u always pon school bcoz u're sick, errr, errrrr, errrrrrrrr of school?

Brandon cries even louder.

Me: sry sry. u know after u die, a lot of ppl will feel hurted. like, errrr, errrrrr, errrrrrrr, who ah? sry i cant think of anyone right now but i'm sure a lot of ppl will feel hurted.

Brandon cries even louder.

Me: i know u're not a virgin since 13 but a lot of ppl are not virgin since 13 too u know.
Brandon: no, u're wrong. i was just.......
Me: oh ya, i'm wrong. 12, 12. damn it, how come i keep on forgetting. i shall say it a few times to memorise it. brandon is not a virgin since 12. brandon is not a virgin since 12. brandon is not a virgin since 12. brandon is not a virgin since 12. brandon is not a virgin since 12.
Me: okay, i wont get it wrong next time. i promise. so dun die okay, if u still want to hear me get "brandon is not a virgin since 13" right next time. oh, damn it!!!

Brandon cries even louder.

Brandon: stop it lah. i wasn't trying to commit suicide. i was just trying to look for the winnie the pooh pencilcase that i dropped into the water.
Me: cherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. go and die lah. waste my emotions to say so much good things about u.
Brandon: where is it? where is it? where is it? that pencilcase is my precioussss, my precioussssssss.
Me: siao. i'm sure u can find it. this place is so dark and so big.
Brandon: i will find it.

I figured that the tide was coming in and made up a lie to get Brandon out of the water.

Me: oi, u know here got shark or not?
Brandon: dunnoe.
Me: u better get out of water now.
Brandon: no i can't, i must find my precioussssssss before the sharks eat it up. They can't eat my precioussssss.

I was like -.-

Me: i think sharks prefer human flesh to pencilcase?
Brandon: huh really? oh that's gd. after the sharks eat me, they'll be too full to eat my preciousssssss.
Me: omggggggg, i cant believe that u're more stupid than brandon! they wont eat and they dun eat ur precioussssss. they eat UUUU! anyway, i'm getting out of here. the truth is, the tide is coming and u better get out of here too, if not u'll be drowned.
Brandon: no i can swim. i won't get drowned.
Me: okay whatever.

I got out of the water.

The tide came, as expected.
The tide covered Brandon, as expected.
Brandon tried to swim, as expected.
Brandon drowned and died, as expected.
I sighed, as expected.

Covering my eyes and looking down, I saw a familiar white object.
Yeah. That's Brandon's winnie the pooh pencilcase being washed ashore by the tide.
I held up the pencilcase and desperately searched for Brandon but to no avail.
The screen circled in at the spot that Brandon drowned.
And the Happy Tree Friend theme was played.

A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY.

i somehow thought of it just now when i felt a little bit emo.

Steven saw the light at 6:21 PM

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