Final Fantasy Advent Children MV

Great music to a great show, don't ya think?

Naruto Shippuuden OP

WOOT. NARUTO HURRICANE CHRONICLES FOLKS, TO ALL WHO SUPPORT NARUTO, THE LONG WAIT'S FINALLY OVER! YEAH! 3,2,1 MAKE SOME NOISE!

Michael Jackson - Beat It

Even though he is no longer as popular amongst the people, but he is and will forever be a legend, don't mind me, I just appreciate his works when he was good. Now, it's just that life's unpredictable, but I certainly hope that people will understand that its still alright to listen to his songs because they are ever so good during their time.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow (Hey Oh)

WOOT. JUST LOVED THE SONG WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT OVER THE RADIO, ENJOY IT Y'ALL!

Sidetracks

Alright, here's what happened today. Basically, the usual stuff (I seem to be saying that more often than not now), studying, and sleeping during lessons (hah!), making teachers mad (that ain't me doing the dirty work), and listening to my classmates' nonsensical dialogue over and over again. Well, nothing interesting may have happened today, except for maybe, that I had a sudden wave of inspiration to do well for my 'Os' next year. Wow, time flies, doesn't it? It certainly feels that way. I feel that life is so short all of a sudden. I mean, a lifespan ranges from seventy to who knows what. But still, it feels short in a way, because seeing the years go by at such velocity, I feel somewhat upset that the years on Earth could not be dragged alittle further. I am not being a pessimist here, but I'd just like to emphasize that, maybe, just maybe, you would like to know that life IS too short, and that perhaps, instead of thinking about stuff like, "going to sleep the entire afternoon through, "hey, time for my X-Box when I get home (don't give a damn about the upcoming common test)" and what's not. I feel that time should be spent wisely, and one should live life to its fullest. However, the Earth has revolved into such a manner that even if one wishes to live life to its fullest, he or she is unable to do so, because of the lack of capital, and other factors that has emerged from the humans ever since a long time ago. I feel a sense of deprivation, that I need something more satisfying than just to stay at home, wilding my time away, on the computer. I feel that I need to do more, before its too little too late. Alright, I think I am going to leave you to think about what I have just typed, and I hope you gain some sort of realization from it, and please don't be so childish as to think otherwise. Live life to its fullest if you can. Ciao.

Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

Muahahahahaha! I finally learnt how to post videos on my blog! Not too great an achievement to some, but heck, I had to go through twenty websites to get this done! (Because I was rather foolish, yes I know, shut up, go boil your head or something.) Anyway, since I love Gorillaz, I thought I might do a rather brief introduction about this video I posted. Basically, this song, Feel Good Inc. was a great hit when it first came out, and it was through this song, from my sources, that made Gorillaz the popular band that they are today. I look at some comments on the video and have decided to post them here. Basically, 'they' say, that this video emphasizes on drugs, and how they make you feel good, but imprisoned too in a way. In the video, 2-D (the blue haired dude that's singing) is actually trapped in what seems to be a huge syringe that's used for the injection of drugs and medicine. Also, inside the syringe, there are fantasies such as women, joy and pleasure, which is shown when the video goes inside the 'syringe'. However, notice that 2-D, is singing in a rather melancholy manner, and seems rather sad as he sings the song. He walks towards the bars, and it looks as though he is trapped in some sort of jail. Thus, once again, this video emphasizes on how drugs imprison a person, although it gives joy, pleasure and makes a person feel good for a certain amount of time. Outside the syringe, is a huge windmill powered island that Noodle (the girl with the sweet guitar) is sitting on. It probably represents freedom, according to the lyrics, "windmill, windmill, for the land, turn forever hand in hand," and so on. Basically, this is the summary of the entire video, I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I did, because it certainly had a lot of meaning to it, and I obviously like the tune too.

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Alright folks! The results! Apparently, it's almost as though the entire incident was brushed aside! The discipline master didn't talk as much as he usually did though, weird. Anyway, the incident landed up in the newspaper folks, (or so I hear) anyway, if possible, could you guys check it out for me and leave your comments when you are done looking through. Now on to what I did today. Basically, the usual stuff, the normal draggy lessons, and the usual faces at school, but still something meaningful (for me) happened in the afternoon. Yes, today, my interest towards basketball has sparked up again, all thanks to a couple of matches I played with my friends. At first, I found that I was still struggling with the shooting part, and I tend to get over-enthusiastic about the game. However, as the game wore on, I played matches against my friends, and others as well, and some good friends taught me lay-ups, and how to shoot rather accurately into the hoop, with a higher percentage chance of making it. Apparently, I am beginning to feel that the left hand's as important as the right (obviously), but seriously, it's almost as though if I don't master dribbling with the left hand, I won't be able to go past my opponents when being tackled. Thanks to a friend of mine, I learnt how to cut through alittle. Well, that's about it for today's blog, yes, it's all about my basketball antics and be prepared for more bragging (if I get better that is, YOU BETTER PRAY I DON'T BECAUSE YOU KNOW I WILL HAVE LOADS TO TELL!) and till then, ciao.

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Muahahahahaha, AGAIN. This time, the evil laughter's for those that have been waiting for my story to appear (thanks for your support mates, but it wasn't worth it >:P) sad news is, IT ISN'T GOING TO APPEAR ANYMORE. Yes, I have stopped typing stories for the time being, though I might, just might, continue during the next break, which would be in March, I suppose? Anyway, today was a chaotic day, dudes and dudettes. First up, it's bright and early in the morning, when I wake up to find myself in my sleeping clothes at six thirty in the morning, on a SCHOOL DAY. I practically had to pinch myself awake, rush into the toilet, shower, brush, and do my usual morning routine before I was finally ready for school. I am quite proud of myself though, because though it sounds as though what i needed to do would have taken more than half an hour, it only took me fifteen minutes, so at forty-five, I was at the gates of the school already. Didn't bother to wait for my friends at the Lousy Railway Train (LRT, ya dig?) this time, and rushed straight to school. So there I was, half-asleep, and half-awake, when an announcement made by the Dipshit...I mean, Discipline Master, jolted me awake. The announcement was as follows: "Students have been keeping books under their tables, and we have decided that after today, we will clear away those books from under the tables, and confiscate them, if anybody wants to collect their books back, they will have to call their parents." The response was light, because most of us thought that this was just another one of those usual discipline announcements that he would make...But no...We were wrong. During the afternoon, I had to leave for a biology practical at polytechnic, and so, the entire biology class left the school, without knowing that whilst we were playing around with deadly chemicals in another school's lab, our own school was doing something deadly behind our backs. Yes, whilst I made drugs, the school's discipline master and his commitee set to work, and bam. The books came pouring like waterfalls (or so I heard) from the highest floor to the bottom, as students tried to save their classmates books as well as their own. It was practically war between students and teachers. As students tried to hide their books, and teachers sought them out only to throw them aside in places like, the field, the toilets and worst still, outside the school compounds (note: I got this information from others, I doubt it myself though.) and as the war raged on, students lost the fight, as the rounds were done, and the teachers took the books into the meeting room, where they tied them up like presents meant for a christmas tree with raffia string. We came back, the Biology students, unaware of the damage that had been done. Since it was CCA day, we had to go to our regular co-curriculum activities, and as we walked around, we saw tears streaming down the eyes of others, and what looked like a warzone. As I sat myself down with the rest of the CCA group, they told me, the innocent and unaware Biology student, what had happened during my absence. The minute I heard, "books" and "gone" I stood up like a magnet rod, and told my other two friends, who were in the same CCA group as myself and the three of us marched off to find out where and what the hell happened to our books. Everything was fine and dandy, because to our surprise, our books had been saved! By our own classmates, who were smart enough to hide it behind the... Yeah, so, it was all right. But I can't say the same about the other classes, for most of them had been more or less ransacked, and burgled, if I may say so myself. Now, as I blog about the entire incident, even as I type, people are also busy typing about their misery and sorrow, of losing their books, to their friends. Right now, none of us want anything more than to get even with the Dipshit of a Discipline Master. Did I say "none of us"? I meant, "none of us other than me" because, what I really wanted to see, is the outcome of this battle between teacher and students. AND SCREW HIM FOR MAKING MY BOOKS GO THROUGH SUCH AGONY! SCREW HIM GOOD, YOU GUYS! I AM CHEERING FOR THE STUDENTS! And yes, I will tell you guys the results when it comes out. Till then, ciao.

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Muahahaha, I am back, and better than ever! Yeah, I see the drag of two months or so, since my last blog, but hey, I was busy! Yes, very busy. Busy with what, you say? Well, let me strike off a 'few' things in my list. First up, school's reopened, and I have a timetable to follow now, so screw blogging for the first few weeks, because juggling with schoolwork and SLEEP is tough enough. Secondly, there's a whole bunch of activities going on, though the hols have more or less ended, and when I say, "a whole bunch" I am referring to, BIOLOGY. Yes folks, your good pal here's taking a subject that would prove to be rather worthless once he steps into Junior College (IF he gets into Junior College, that is) and the subject, takes up alot of memory space, and with his brain undergoing upgrades and all, the intake or input would take alittle more time than usual. Anyway, I am trying my best to blog as often as I can (once a week) and so, haha, I guess that's about it, catch you later. \m/

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Think your job's horrible? Me too. It took me an entire month of torture (with that old woman) before I reached this decision. I have decided to resign. (CHEERS!) No more beecheh comments from that old beetch. No more having to look at the black face of my manager (no pun intended). Finally, I am free once more. The freedom, the space, it's wonderful, I almost missed it. One more month before the hols end, and I ain't going to spend it stucked in a bloody kitchen, with a bloody woman who's probably going to be there for the rest of her life, making burgers every single day (guys, this isn't an instigation for you to quit your job, no, don't funking do it, it will be insanity) nor having to deal with backstabbing any longer. I may have to grow up and face all this crap someday, but someday's still a long way away (poetry in motion, or is it rhyming?) so it's time for me to appreciate being young, and live life to its fullest without having to go through this sort of crap! Just so you know I am quitting not because I am a petty guy, there are some factors you should know about. One, the pay's only three fifty an hour, expected, from a fastfood outlet. Two, I live practically halfway around the world from the workplace. Three, yes, beaches (you know what i mean). Well, now I am pretty much free to type again, since you must have noticed that i hadn't been doing so for the past two weeks or so. To FREEDOM!

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I have finally hit realization! Finally, I have made my resolve. I have decided to EAT! Of course, the moderation would still have to be there, but I had practically spent quite sometime thinking about it, and by chance, I stumbled upon a website, that finally showed me the flaws of my own dieting plans. I have realized that if a person does not eat enough, not only does it affect his or her growth, it damages the body in many other harmful ways as well. What's worse is that if a person doesn't eat enough, his or her metabolism rate would decrease, and metabolism's exactly what we need to burn away those fats underneath our skin, and with a decrease of it, the person could end up having a adverse effect in the diet plan. First of all, the rate goes down, meaning to say, less fats would be burnt, and following that, with less fats being burnt, that person might even end up gaining back fats! So I have decided to eat, and I am quite happy of this resolve I made, because now I don't have to feel guilty for eating the things I loved in the past, (but there's no way I am going to let myself balloon back to the size of my fridge)but of course, exercise would still be needed, other than that, it's back to typing stories!

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Hey, it's another one of those 'crap' I need to let go again. Basically, I can safely say that I am at least alittle slimmer than before, but hey, I don't think it's enough! My sister, and a whole lot of people have been trying their best to coax me out of this hey-I-ain't-gonna-eat habit of mine. You see, each time I feel that I had eaten too much over a short period of time, I just have this guilt, and somehow, feel that I need to pay that guilt back. Some call this illness, Anorexia Nervosa, I know what the hell that is too, but hey, I AM NOT SUFFERING FROM IT. It's just that, it took me quite awhile to get down to the size you see now, (just compare the pictures) I am starting to get confused as to whether I should eat or shouldn't. My sister tells me that, I need to eat, because it's my growing age, and if I do not seize the opportunity to eat and grow now, I might end up, (touch wood) being short and stumpy, which is obviously not my choice of build. But even as I want to be tall, I also don't ever want to be 'fat' anymore, (no offence to the big people reading this, being 'fat' is fine, but not for me, that's all) and be mocked at. No, I ain't doing this slimming down business for others to stop mocking me, instead, I just want to make myself feel good, but somehow, that feeling is being shrouded with confusing elements such as "hey, you must eat" and "if you eat, you will balloon again". God, if only being slim was easy, then I wouldn't have to run those irritating five rounds anymore, (yes, I hate exercising, but it's become a part of my life ever since I lost weight doing it) and if only sitting down could burn fats away, but hey, nothing's free in this world, and when it comes to weight loss, hardwork and determination's definitely needed. (SO WHO'S UP FOR SOME BANANA CAKE?) (Above: My present self. Below: What I used to be.)

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Wow, it's been a tiring day, though I had only worked for fours hours today. Damn it, there is this colleague of mine, who happens to be a rather old woman in her sixties, as a matter of fact, her attitude was so (sad to say so) bitchay! She practically took every single opportunity to take a dig at me whenever the manager was around, just to show that she was a better worker than me. I could have seriously strangled her, had I not reminded myself that she was (at least, 'useful') helping me at times. Certainly, I hope that our relationship would be for the better, after all, we are colleagues, and having to go through bitter battles in the kitchen's rather tiresome even for me, (I can't help making a snide remark at her again, "even though I years younger than her!") and it will definitely be even more so for her. Fastfood restaurants are starting to take a toll on me. Just yesterday, got myself a huge bump on the tippy top of my temple, when the dumb manager forgot to close the bloody oven, and leaving it open for my 'accident'. Back to the woman. I could make a huge list using an entire roll of toilet paper, and it still wouldn't be enough to show how much 'crap' she had given me, (hmm, perhaps I should try using my drawing blocks.) but the worst that she had given me, was when she practically yelled into my ear, for doing something small! The manager was doing her own shit at her station, when I accidentally placed more ingredients in one of the burgers I was making, and who supposedly comes along? Yes, that woman. I will translate what she said, because she had said it in chinese. She went, "Hey! You put too much ingredients already! I cooked enough for three burgers, you go put all into two burgers only! What were you thinking?" And all this while, the manager was listening, and all thanks to this woman, I was probably marked down by the manager. Gay woman, I will let her off this time, but I certainly hope that she would start being more careful with her mouth, and if she doesn't know when to shut it, I am outta there. (P.S. That's me wearing the uniform, and god, I look weird.)

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Haha, can't believe I am still up this late, but finally I have finished posting all the chapters of my first story. I actually wrote these first eight chapters quite a while ago, but yet, i am stuck at nine, so I hope that those who are apparently interested in this story of mine, would be patient and wait for the next chapter. Well, got to sleep, it's four plus in the morning already! By the way, you will probably see more of these 'Sidetracks' because, I need to crap about stuff once in awhile. Hey, this website's meant for blogging after all!

Story #1; Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight; Countering Fate
"Ridley, Birch, I need your help," panted Clyde as he reached the doorstep of Birch's shop. "Clyde! Your face is all over town, mate!" Ridley quickly ushered his friend in. "Yes, I know, and I am going for them." "You insane, kid?" Birch quickly prepared a cup of coffee for Clyde. "I must, they took my mother," Clyde said bitterly. "Ouch," Ridley mumbled. "So how should we help you?" Birch asked. "I need you guys to follow me to a Tower casino, and the three of us will make it big together, so that we can all get into High Rollers, I just know that I will need you guys to help me when I get to High Rollers." "Ha, if it's making money, count me in," Birch laughed heartily. "Neh, anything for a friend, and take off your mask, mate, just use a hooded cloak," Ridley laughed too. "Thanks, you two." The three friends put on their coats, and departed for a Tower casino. The rain poured heavily outside, the lights from the lamp posts shone through the dark night, and the streets were nearly empty, except for a few beggars, still having a hard time finding shelter from the rain. "Our destination's Casino Oriental," Birch read from behind the list Clyde had. "That's right, guys, let's discuss before we proceed, how are we going to earn big money fast, in a Tower casino?" Clyde asked from under his hood. "Neh, good point, Clyde mate, Fast casino's fast money all right, but the output's little, neh, in Tower, it's the opposite, ain't it? Slow money, huge output, neh," Ridley pointed out. "I think our best bet would be to play 'Poker'," Birch said. "Y'sure?" Ridley asked doubtfully. "Yes, it's what I normally play when I go into Tower casinos," Birch replied. "Poker it is then, sadly, I am rather new to it, Birch, could you teach me a few skills, before we enter?" Clyde said. "Sure, but you got to pick up the skills fast, kid, because your mother might not survive too long under the hands of those bastards." They got right down to it, with Clyde sitting with Birch at the corner of the bar, playing Poker, whilst Ridley tried his lucky hand with Blackjack. "If you have three pictures of the same kind, that's called Three Of A Kind, it beats the first two patterns i showed you, do you understand, Clyde?" Birch asked patiently. "Yes," was the reply. They were ready. The three friends headed towards Casino Oriental, and the minute they set foot onto the wood tiled floors, Clyde knew that Tower was by no means easy to get across. "To the top," Clyde told his two friends. Clyde and his party strode up the twisted flight of stairs, and came face to face with his first proper challenge, the Poker Professor. "Sit, and we will begin shuffling," the Professor said. "Clyde, be careful, I told you about him during our training didn't I? He's one of the top thirty gamblers in the city, ranked as one of the deadliest Poker players around, so please leave after one game, if you are not confident enough to win back," Birch whispered to Clyde. "Got it." Clyde took his seat, the cards started to spread out on the green and brown table, with a final snap of the dealer's fingers, the game began.

Story #1; Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven; Fate Has Other Plans
Clyde began his first day at work, and saw that there was only another worker besides himself that was working there. The other worker was as scrawny as himself, but more built, for he probably worked more than Clyde has, the boy's name was Ridley. Ridley was handsome being European, but Fate had other plans for him too, and it seems that he too has been forced to work under such harsh conditions for reasons close to Clyde as well. Clyde and Ridley hit it off well, from the moment they talked to each other. "How's it going?" Ridley was the first to talk. "Ha, carrying sacks like these everyday's nothing compared to the lives we've had to suffer in before coming here, neh." Clyde replied cheerfully. "You're right, mate, so right. Hey, want to get a drink later? My treat," Ridley said good naturedly. "Sure, just that it won't be your treat, because I will pay for my own drink." "You've got backbone, Clyde, ha, I admire you for that." Birch, their boss always got pretty upset with them, because they were always fooling around, but being a nice person, Birch liked the both of them too. "Hey, you two, three more sacks, and we can finish off for today, neh?" Clyde and Ridley cheered. Clyde and Ridley soon became best friends, and Birch became a close boss of Clyde as well. Life seemed to be peaceful, until... Posters hung from the walls, Clyde was under the Ocean Organization's bounty list. A hundred pounds for his capture. Clyde knew that he was in trouble. He decided not to go back to Birch's, in case he was betrayed, though he trusted Ridley and Birch so much. Still, instead of a week, he had worked a month, and now he was ready for a Fast casino again, now he wore a mask, and nobody asked him about it, even though he did look suspicious. He entered Casino Blight once more, and went to the roulette, with a hundred and ten pounds in his pocket. Fifty on Red, and the ball landed on Black. Clyde's heart dropped once more, he felt the same aching feeling he had the first time, but somehow, he felt that this time could be different. He decided to be daring, with a final breath, he shifted fifty pounds on Black. The crowd around him, gasped, and kept telling him to change his mind. But no, something was telling him to leave those pounds there. Was it Fate asking him to give that money away? Or was it finally his time to have a twist of Fate? The roulette began to spin. Black. Clyde jumped for joy, and filled his pockets with two thousand pounds. He was richer. Now rich enough to get into Tower. He was pleased, and left the casino. He rushed back to the hotel, to tell his mother of the good news. He reached the door, and he opened it, and when he did, he fell back with horror. The room was in a mess, showing signs of struggle, and his mother was nowhere to be found. Clyde entered the room cautiously, the door closed behind him, and he gasped in shock. Upon it, the words, "Ocean Struck Fish" was written in blood. He looked around, and saw hanging on the door knob, was a finger, he nearly fainted, it was his mother's. Clyde's eyes filled with tears of rage. Ocean's here now, neh? Fine, I shall give them a taste of their own medicine, Clyde thought to himself. He rushed back down to where the man at the counter still laid, asleep. "Sir, wake up, tell me, did you allow men to go up into my room?" Clyde yelled from behind his mask. The man behind the counter was rather shaken, then said, "Yes, I think four men dressed in cloaks went up, but I didn't dare stop them, because they were from Ocean." That proved it, Ocean had been here, Clyde's mother had been taken, and he had to find them. "Do you know where are their headquarters?" Clyde said softly, still behind the mask. "Yes, North-East of town, they operate a High Rollers casino, called Casino Eduardo, that's where they gather, but the guards there will never let people like yourself in." Clyde had heard enough, he left the hotel, and headed to the nearest clothes shop, bought himself a huge coat, and a fur hat. This should fit me into Tower, wait for me, mother. He knew he needed help, so Clyde went to his only trustworthy friends in the city, and as he did, he made a wish again, this time, he meant it.

Story #1; Chapter Six

Chapter Six; A Brush With Bad Luck
Casinos, the place of gamblers, the place of winners and losers, and place that leads to happiness for some, and despair for others. Clyde knew all this, and he hoped to be one of those that achieve happiness from the place. He also knew that he would be too young to fit in, but Clyde was blessed enough to look very much matured for a thirteen year old, and he knew this as his mother had always praised him about it. But still, he knew nothing about the way casinos operated and their differences in the city, and thus he consulted a beggar on the street, who decided to help him when he saw that they weren't very different from each other. The beggar told Clyde that there were three kinds of casinos in the city, first was for people like Clyde, people who were desperate, and needed fast money, so that kind of casino was known as the Fast. The second type, was known as Tower, because you need to be rich enough to hit the top, so it is these kind of casinos that people in the city usually go to. And finally, the third and final type, was the High Rollers, the kind of casino for those that wanted to be the richest of the rich. Clyde got a list of casinos from the beggar, and the beggar helped him seperate the list into the three sections, Fast, Tower, and Rollers. Clyde asked the beggar how he knew so much, and the beggar replied, that he was from casinos like Rollers, but he dropped to the pathetic state he was in, after a brush with bad luck. Clyde then understood how much damage this plan of his could affect him, but he had no other choice, and thus he was standing infront of one right now, the first on his list of Fast casinos. "Casino Blight" was its name, and Clyde entered it without anymore hesitation. The place was filled with people dressed in coats, but not dressed as extravagantly as those he had seen on the streets, and the place was filled with smoke. Clyde decided to play the roulette. There were three kinds of colours that he could get, Red, Black and Green. Black was a one in a million chance, Red and Green were of equal number, and there were different amounts indicated on each of them, meaning the amount of money the bet will win him. Clyde placed twenty pounds on Red. The roulette started to spin, faster, faster, then it began to slow down. Slower, slower, the roulette ball landed on...Green. Twenty pounds gone, Clyde's heart ached alittle, but he had to go on. Thirty pounds on Green, this left him with only a hundred and twenty pounds or so. The roulette began to spin again. The ball landed on Black. Most people at the table were rather displeased, but none more than Clyde, he had lost another thirty, and now he needed to put more to earn the fifty pounds he lost back. He placed fifty on Green. The roulette began it's routine again, and this time it landed on Red. Fifty gone. Clyde's heart had started to bleed, he was wasting Annabelle's money away, and nothing had been gained, except for losses. He had forty pounds left when he was done, and decided to leave. Forty, was all he had left. The skies started to turn grey again, and Clyde trudged heavily down the street back to his hotel. Out of nowhere, a figure smaller than himself zipped past him, nearly knocking him over. Clyde turned, and saw a boy, probably two years younger than himself running away, and upon a closer look, he saw the boy carrying a pouch similar to the one Annabelle had given him, and that's when he realized... "Stop! Thief!" Clyde gave chase, desperate to get back those forty pounds, for that was his final hope, and he needed it. Faster he ran, but he wasn't even close to catching the younger boy, who was more atheletic than anyone Clyde has ever seen. There it went, his final forty pounds, Clyde sank to despair. He sat down in the nearest alley, and began to sob over his loss. The skies turned from grey, to black. Night had fallen, and the streets began to bustle with gamblers. Clyde turned his head to watch the gamblers hustle through the crowds. Clyde saw a little girl wearing clothes as tattered as his own, pushed to the ground by a huge man, who was probably another gambler, and he got up to help her up, but instead, before he could even get to his feet, she got to hers first, and continued to walk on, not slouching like he did, but proudly, and full of radiance. Clyde was rather surprised when he saw this, but then he thought of himself, and compared. He laughed to himself, and realized that hope was still there for him, that he shouldn't give in to Fate. "I will get myself a job," he said to himself. And he started down the street, and he looked at the posters, and finally found one that said: "Hiring, boys around the age of thirteen, to carry sacks of rice into the canteens of casinos, three pounds a day." Clyde thought to himself, three pounds, that will take him at least a week before he can enter a Fast casino again with twenty-one pounds, not a bad idea. He ripped the poster from the shop's door, and got himself the job. He had his brush of bad luck, but Clyde wasn't going to give in, no, he was going to be like the little girl, standing up, to face reality, this time, he wasn't going to fail, or was he?

Story #1; Chapter Five

Chapter Five; Casino City
The horse trudged on the muddy path, with it's rider fast asleep upon its back. The passenger, in the carriage, had probably fallen asleep as well, for only the sounds of snoring could be heard. The rain had stopped, and it had done its damage. Trees had fallen, and the path was getting more muddy with each step the horse took. It neighed to wake its owner up. Clyde rubbed his eyes, and saw infront of him, a huge bark of a tree that had fallen during the storm. "My god, looks like we have to go around it, but...," Clyde looked around, and he saw that his horse, himself, and the carriage, was walking on a road, and on each side, were slopes so steep, that led to darkness below that he could not see. Climb, Clyde thought to himself. And that he did, he got over to the other side pretty easily, due to his rather small build, and using some vines from the bark of the tree, he tied it to the horse's leg, and told it to try and climb once he was on the other side, and thus, using the force of his lever, and the horse's strength, both the horse, its owner, and carriage were able to cross the bark and continue with their journey. "That probably took us three hours, and it seems that dawn is approaching, we must hurry," Clyde told his mother. It was two hours after dawn broke when they reached the town of riches. Clyde got down his horse, and brought his mother out of the carriage, and they both stood at the gates of the town and stared in awe. "Casino City...," whispered Clyde. Postmen were riding bicycles around the town, giving out mail, and newspaper lads were walking around with boxes hung around their necks, the buildings were huge, and with each passing moment, carriages would be seen zipping past. Businessmen with huge leather bags filled with cash, were entering the buildings with women covered with jewels and pearls. Lightings were everywhere, and they hung from each building to another. and it was no longer houses the people there lived in, instead they called their houses, mansions. "Let's enter," Clyde said to his mother. They strutted into the city, and headed towards the nearest hotel. "How much for a night's stay, sir?" Clyde asked the man at the counter. The toothless man, looked back at him, and saw how scrawny Clyde looked, threw his head back and laughed, before replying, "Five pounds, kid." "That's very expensive, sir!" Clyde exclaimed. "Take it or leave it, kid." Clyde agreed. And he told his mother to stay within the room at all times, never to leave for anything, he left thirty pounds on the table for the nights they were going to stay, and he left with the remaining money, and headed, for the casinos. Meanwhile, outside of town, a huge black truck had come in through the gates, and five men dressed in cloaks got out from it. "Take the girl to the boss, I will head out with the rest to search for that boy and his mother," said one man to another. "Understood." The man brought then reached into the truck and brought out a huge bulging sack, the shape of a small body, and carried it to another part of town. "Let's move out, boys," the first man commanded, and the remaining four men spreaded out in search of Clyde, and his mother. Casino City wasn't going to be an easy ride for him, that's for sure.

Story #1; Chapter Four

Chapter Four; Fleeing
Annabelle was reading a book and resting on her bed, when she heard someone calling her from outside. She peered through her curtains and looked down to see Clyde Winters behind the front gate, trying to shake off her dog. She immediately dashed down the stairs of her house, and took care not to make too much noise, lest she woke up her parents who were probably tired after earning huge money in the day. She got her dog to release Clyde, then she posed her question. "Why on earth are you here, especially at this time, Clyde?" Clyde gave a sheepish grin, then said, "I am leaving Locker Town, Annabelle, there is a dangerous organization coming after me soon, and I need to flee." "What have you done?" Annabelle questioned with concern. "I don't have the time to explain now, but i need money to escape to another place," Clyde began to talk urgently. "Where'd you go?" Annabelle, still worried for Clyde. "I will be heading to the Casino City." "What?!" Annabelle nearly fell over her dog, as she stepped back in shock. "That place is full of more dangerous people than this town Clyde! You will be, I am sorry to say this, but you would be too poor to fit in!" Clyde replied, "Yes, that's why I need your help, I need you to lend me some money to make it big at Casino City." "Insanity, that's what it is, Clyde! Please, I beg you not to go, I can find shelter for you...," Annabelle pleaded for Clyde to change his mind. But Clyde's mind was made up, he knew that Casino City was the place for him to go and change his fate, make those wishes of his come true, the lines of his hope. "Please, Annabelle, beg no more, for i must leave, even as I a ten year old, I still understand the difference that money makes, for I live in poverty, and you live in a much more comfortable life than me, so please, I need you to believe in me, I will make it big, and return here, rich enough to keep me safe from those villains, and rich enough to buy your hand in marriage." Annabelle was astounded to hear this, but she had also made up her mind as to who her heart should belong to, and thus, she went back into the house, and returned with a huge pouch. "In here, are my entire savings, that my father gives to me every week, that I have saved, and altogether, I have with me two hundred pounds, but now I hand this to you, Clyde, and I shall pray for your safety, and wait for the promise that you have given me tonight, in this rain." "Thank you, Annabelle, thank you." And with a final goodbye, Clyde Winters left Locker Town with his mother, the town that gave him nothing but scrutiny, and made to be thought of as unworthy, but even so, to the smallest degree, Clyde knew, that Locker Town, is now where he had gained, love. Clyde got his mother and himself a small carriage, with the money he had, and a hundred and eighty pounds remained. He got himself a horse, and that he rode, small as he is, he learnt years ago from his father how to ride the back of the creature. The rain poured on heavily, Clyde's mother remained in the sheltered carriage, while Clyde braved the storm with his horse, in his heart, he knew, that if they stayed in Locker Town another day, the 'Ocean Organization', would soon be able to find them. Even as he speaked, he was right. At the house of Dennis Winters, five men dressed in cloaks had appeared at the remains. The first man started to speak."Looks bad, think that fat bloke's beneath?" "Yes, and it appears his partner's with him," the second figure replied. "What a way to go, haha, murdered by the house of the man he murdered," the third shadow spoke. "I don't seem to be able to locate the boy nor his mother in the remains, " the fourth figure, that was bent down rummaging through the remains said. "The boss has information, that he's headed to Casino City, that boy." "Stupidity! That boy doesn't know what he's in for! We all know that..." "Quiet, do not speak of the flaw in that boy's plan, we don't want anyone to know, especially not...," the fifth man, before finishing his sentence, rushed towards a tree and went behind it, there were muffled screams, and out he brought a limping body of a girl. "Lookie here, I found myself a missie," the man grinned. "You are here at a rather wrong time, girl." The girl, struggled, and yelled out, "So you are the ones that caused Clyde to leave!" "She knows the boy's name, you might be of some value, missie," the first man made a toothless grin, and proceeded to gag the girl. "Ah, I remember who you are, you are Miss Annabelle from the Finn Family, nice to meet you." And with a final muffled scream, the girl was hoisted into the truck the five men had came in, and the sounds of running motor began to roar throughout the rainy night.

Story #1; Chapter Three

Chapter Three; The Giant Falls
The streets were still busy, but with less gusto as the morning, it was evening, and Clyde had spent the entire afternoon talking to Annabelle. He was in a much better mood than when he first left the classroom with her, after the morning incident, and he was doing alittle dance as he walked back down the streets towards his house on the hill. This time, he slowed down to enjoy the sights alittle, and saw that the town was rather beautiful at night, within the windows, lights were being sold, and loads of toys that he never got to enjoy during his early years. It began to rain heavily, Clyde took shelter at an old alley, and waited there for the rain to stop. He was memorizing the chapters he had learnt during lessons that day, when he started to hear voices, coming from the window above him. He wasn't hearing things, there were voices, and he could hear clearly that there were two different tones, meaning two different people, one of them was talking probably on the telephone. He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but the words, 'murder', and 'winters', floated into his ears. He listened intently, to the conversation that was taking place above him. "Yes, it shall be done, boss. Tonight, the two of us will sneak up to the Winters' House, and take everything we see, it can be considered as payment to the 'Ocean'," a rough voice spoke. "But i hear, that the man's wife and son still lives in that house," a more manly voice said. "Kill them both!" Upon this words, Clyde started to make a dash for it. Unfortunately for him, the men had heard him, they peered out the window, and saw his skinny figure running into the rain, they immediately gave chase. As he ran, Clyde put pieces together, the organization the 'giant' worked for was now after them again, and this time to kill his mother and himself, taking everything in the house as payment. The two men suddenly appeared infront of him, he took a step back. Under the light of the lamp posts, he saw a familiar face. "Giant," uttered Clyde. The giant spoke, "he looks awfully like him, let's finish this quickly, boy, follow us back to that alley, and we can do this short and sweet." Clyde made another run for it, being skinny, he was fast, and he immediately slipped past the giant and the man that was with him, and continued running up the streets back to his home. He had to get his mother and himself out of Locker Town. He got home, and found his mother asleep on the kitchen table. He shook her awake, told her briefly what needed to be done, and they both prepared to leave the house. As they reached the door, as fate would have it, the 'giant' was already waiting there with a revolver in hand. He fired into the air, and demanded that the mother and child didn't move a single muscle. "We are on a hill, what I do to you, there will be no evidence, and boy, you will die pitifully like your father." Upon these words, Clyde remembered something his father had told him before he passed away. Clyde tried hard not to look triumphant, but he had found a way to save his mom and himself. "Sir, looks like you have gotten us, but Sir, my father told me something that may be of some value to you before he died," Clyde said everything in one breath. "Neh? The boy utters nonsense upon his near death, but I shall be curious to know, what did your father tell you?" Clyde smiled then said, "beneath this house, there lies a treasure that my father kept secret all his life, but when he was fishing he found this ancient artefact, that can grant wishes." The 'giant', burst out laughing and mockingly said, "You amuse me kid, show me this treasure, and if I don't see it, your death would be much slower than a bullet to your head." Clyde crossed his fingers as he walked down the stairs to the dark basement, the 'giant' lighted a candle as Clyde tapped the ground, and Clyde soon found the hollow area his father had told him about, he set about to breaking the floor, and soon, he had dug the entire area up, and all that was within was a dark empty space. The 'giant', now clearly irritated, began to yell. "YOU LIE, BOY, NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO DIE HORRIBLY!" Clyde, turned from his work and faced the 'giant'. "Try it," Clyde said triumphantly to him. The revolver was fired, and yet, there was no yell of pain. "What on earth?!" The 'giant', exclaimed in amazement. His partner had been knocked out, and Clyde, had disappeared. The 'giant' quickly turned around, and saw that Clyde's mother had disappeared too. He yelled in a fit of rage, and the house began to crumble, and he was buried along with his partner, under the house of the man he killed, Dennis Winters. Outside the remains of the house, a mother and son climbed out from beneath the stony front path, it was still raining. "Are you alright, mother?" "Yes, yes, but son, you are one heck of a genius." Clyde smiled, and in his heart, he thanked his father for building that underground passageway that led to their safety. "I sure gave that rascal a huge bump in the head," Clyde's mother was laughing, as she recalled knocking the 'giant's partner with an old broken pot. "You sure did, mother," Clyde smiled. He had done his revenge, his father's killer was dead, but the organization the 'giant' worked for would soon know about it, and thus, they still needed to flee. "Mother, we have to leave Locker Town still, for I fear the 'giant' has 'friends', we shall escape to the town farthest from here, the town of riches, where we may stand a chance of making it big, the town known as, the Casino City." And as he walked down to the house of a 'friend' of his, Clyde Winters, made another wish.