sumpah bila last aku tulis dlm bm untuk blog aku pun aku x ingat.
rasanya time aku form 5 dulu kot..
tak pun time aku kat matrik penang dulu..
kira dalam 2,3 tahun dah la kan?
ah x kisah la.
yang penting aku tulis blog bila aku ada mood, ada masa, ada idea, ada ilham, dan ada benda yang buat aku rasa ada modal, lebih kurang macam tu la kot.
aku tau yg kadang-kadang orang usha blog aku lepas tu komen:
"apsal banyak ko tulis bi? susah la nak paham"
nak buat macam mana, dah aku memang minat nk tulis dalam bi,
and guess what, sebab aku merapu dalam bi kat blog ni la yang bi aku time matrik jadi ok sikit.
boleh la takat nak dapat band 4 MUET.(band 5 dgn band 6 x mampu, these two levels are far too much for me to obtain, haha)
anyways, dengar2 isnin ni result exam kluar,
hopefully x de subjek yg kena repeat.
and i mean it
well cukuplah untuk skrg. kalau ada modal aku sambung.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
part 2
chapter 2
I don't know for how long I fell asleep. The next thing I knew when I woke up was the ray of the morning sun was shining directly on my face. What's more, another mysterious person was tending to my wounds .
The person was not Price. That person was a woman. I don't know who she was, but from the looks of her, I bet that she is somehow related to him
As I tried to rise from the bed, she quickly stopped me and said,"I know that you have an important thing to do, but please, don't push yourself too hard or else you are gonna hurt yourself more.Father has told me everything about you. So just calm down."
"Father? You mean you're his daughter?"
She just nodded with a smile. As the day is getting brighter, now I could see clearly her face. She has a fair complexion, with such a beautiful face and long, dark hair. It all seemed so different with Price's characteristics, from what I saw before.
"Father told me to bring you downstairs when you are awoke. So shall we go now, Mr...."
"Just call me Stone. It's much simpler to remember and say, right?"
"OK, then let's go", as she helped me to rise from the bed. At first the I thought my wounds would impair my movements, but luckily my wounds are not that bad. Soon, we were already at the downstairs.
"So, how does it feel to be walking again?"asked a familiar voice
"Feels great to be back"
"Good.Now if you don't mind, follow me. I've got a few things to talk about with you."
At first I was a little bit confused, but knowing that Price might have something that I need to know, I followed him to a the basement.
As he opened the door and switched on the lights, I was amazed and surprised.
Behind the doors,it almost looks like a base of some sort with weapon racks located around the room . A lot of weapons were kept in such a good condition, in fact they all looked like they were fresh from the factories.
As I circled around the room, I could see different pictures hanging on the walls. I looked closer to one of the pictures and saw a face that was too easy to recognize. A man with a mohawk hairstyle, holding his assault rifle with Price at his side.
This must be Soap, I talked to myself. Who else could it be?
"He was like a son to me. We used to be a team for quite a long time.But he is no more.A bastard named Makarov was responsible for his death.However, Makarov is not going to repeat what he had done.He's dead, killed when we attacked his hideout a year ago.", said Price.
I nodded. Things must be hard for him when he lost a person he considered to be his son.
"But that's the past.Right now, it's better for you to contact Mac. Surely he is waiting for some good news in the past few days.Am I right?"
"Right.But how am I gonna..."
I stopped my words when I saw Price connecting to Mac...
-to be continued-
a new beginning
I don't know for how long I fell asleep. The next thing I knew when I woke up was the ray of the morning sun was shining directly on my face. What's more, another mysterious person was tending to my wounds .
The person was not Price. That person was a woman. I don't know who she was, but from the looks of her, I bet that she is somehow related to him
As I tried to rise from the bed, she quickly stopped me and said,"I know that you have an important thing to do, but please, don't push yourself too hard or else you are gonna hurt yourself more.Father has told me everything about you. So just calm down."
"Father? You mean you're his daughter?"
She just nodded with a smile. As the day is getting brighter, now I could see clearly her face. She has a fair complexion, with such a beautiful face and long, dark hair. It all seemed so different with Price's characteristics, from what I saw before.
"Father told me to bring you downstairs when you are awoke. So shall we go now, Mr...."
"Just call me Stone. It's much simpler to remember and say, right?"
"OK, then let's go", as she helped me to rise from the bed. At first the I thought my wounds would impair my movements, but luckily my wounds are not that bad. Soon, we were already at the downstairs.
"So, how does it feel to be walking again?"asked a familiar voice
"Feels great to be back"
"Good.Now if you don't mind, follow me. I've got a few things to talk about with you."
At first I was a little bit confused, but knowing that Price might have something that I need to know, I followed him to a the basement.
As he opened the door and switched on the lights, I was amazed and surprised.
Behind the doors,it almost looks like a base of some sort with weapon racks located around the room . A lot of weapons were kept in such a good condition, in fact they all looked like they were fresh from the factories.
As I circled around the room, I could see different pictures hanging on the walls. I looked closer to one of the pictures and saw a face that was too easy to recognize. A man with a mohawk hairstyle, holding his assault rifle with Price at his side.
This must be Soap, I talked to myself. Who else could it be?
"He was like a son to me. We used to be a team for quite a long time.But he is no more.A bastard named Makarov was responsible for his death.However, Makarov is not going to repeat what he had done.He's dead, killed when we attacked his hideout a year ago.", said Price.
I nodded. Things must be hard for him when he lost a person he considered to be his son.
"But that's the past.Right now, it's better for you to contact Mac. Surely he is waiting for some good news in the past few days.Am I right?"
"Right.But how am I gonna..."
I stopped my words when I saw Price connecting to Mac...
-to be continued-
Sunday, July 1, 2012
something new.
since today is the starting of a new month, i guess it would be appropriate to write about something.
something quite different
perhaps, i might write a story,
well, i'll give it a try
(don't bother thinking whether it is just a fiction or not)
chapter 1
Where....where am I?
"Just take it easy, son.You are still injured", replied a voice
I..I'm still alive?
"You seemed like an almost dead person when we first found you near the woods.What exactly happened,son?"asked that voice, again.But this time, the voice seemed to be calmer than before,knowing that I might still be confused...
"I...Yes.I remember now.I was assigned with a task.To hunt down a certain group with my team. However, we got separated during our way to the enemy hideout. What's worst, I was ambushed when I was scouting in the woods...but that's all I can remember", I replied with a slow but steady tone
"You mean,The Inner Circle?",replied the voice, but this time, I can see his face. He was an old man, probably in his late 40's, but somehow his body looked like he was far younger than his actual age.
"How did you know about that?That information was supposed to be confidential.Only my squad knows about..."
"Your squad, eh?Tell me, how is Mac doing as the commander right now?
"You know him?", I asked that man back with as a surprised feeling.
That man replied,"Of course I do. He was once my officer during one of our operation during the days when I was at your age. but that was 20 years ago. By the way, you can call me Price.Now go get some rest. You still looks like you could really use some."
I wanted to ask him more, but the condition of my body forbids me to do so.And, unknowingly, i fell asleep....
something quite different
perhaps, i might write a story,
well, i'll give it a try
(don't bother thinking whether it is just a fiction or not)
chapter 1
-back form the brink-
Where....where am I?
"Just take it easy, son.You are still injured", replied a voice
I..I'm still alive?
"You seemed like an almost dead person when we first found you near the woods.What exactly happened,son?"asked that voice, again.But this time, the voice seemed to be calmer than before,knowing that I might still be confused...
"I...Yes.I remember now.I was assigned with a task.To hunt down a certain group with my team. However, we got separated during our way to the enemy hideout. What's worst, I was ambushed when I was scouting in the woods...but that's all I can remember", I replied with a slow but steady tone
"You mean,The Inner Circle?",replied the voice, but this time, I can see his face. He was an old man, probably in his late 40's, but somehow his body looked like he was far younger than his actual age.
"How did you know about that?That information was supposed to be confidential.Only my squad knows about..."
"Your squad, eh?Tell me, how is Mac doing as the commander right now?
"You know him?", I asked that man back with as a surprised feeling.
That man replied,"Of course I do. He was once my officer during one of our operation during the days when I was at your age. but that was 20 years ago. By the way, you can call me Price.Now go get some rest. You still looks like you could really use some."
I wanted to ask him more, but the condition of my body forbids me to do so.And, unknowingly, i fell asleep....
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