My whole body is in pain. right up to my shoulders. Darn badminton.
Mum lost her diamond gold ring the other month, so I was wondering what to buy for her for Mummy's Day today. And I found the ring!! So I wrapped it up and gave it to her today(:
While she was unwrapping it, I whispered to my bro :"She's gonna say 'Aiyer!'"
2 seconds later...
AIYER!
Hahaha, so predictable. I bet that I'm the only 15 year old kid in the whole world who gave his mum a DIAMOND GOLD RING for Mummy's day!!
Do I get in the Guinness World Records or something?
Dad's going U.S tonight from Japan!! I haven't been speaking to him for a whole week!!
Sigh...
oh well, continuation:

RE: Desperation Part 2
As usual, the following contains violent, imaginative scenes which are totally NOT for small kids. It's somewhere up there with Stephen King's type of sick violence although not as good.
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Terrified woman's perspective.
It has been a fortnight now since my terrifying encounter of Desperation. I still cannot believe that what occurred that night is reality.
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There had been reports. Reports of the mysterious serial killer whom by others justification, "Slaughters to save." The only identification anyone knows about this man is his (undeniably) pseudonym "Desperation." In the underworld side of the city, the name was sacred to them. Smiles would light up on haggard faces of those stricken by poverty as their hearts rejoice in their "Savior"'s name. The modern Robin Hood, they would say.
But the real question lies in why. Why was he doing this? Psychology, that's what he needed, scholars said. Housewives would spread rumors about about him. A woman must have broken his heart, they whispered, because surely no man would behave as such for any reason but the suffering of unrequited love?
The real truth was even harder to comprehend.
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Alaska, 1998 (10 years before)
A bitter combination of blizzard and gale were howling forbiddingly all around a pathetic camp out in the cold ice fields. The men inside were no better ; the tents they resided in were providing scarce shelter against the bitter elements.
Jack Bower, elite soldier of the U.S Royal Military Force was not discomforted at all. He had, in his training underwent such harsh conditions. Which was natural, considering that a recent military magazine,embarrassingly placed him 7th under the most dangerous men in U.S.
His current mission brought him and his team of elites to Alaska, where several renowned criminal syndicates were suspected to be dealing with highly unstable experimental drug. If proven true, his team had permission to "kill at will". The U.S hadn't the need to fear for their safety, they had dealt with similar syndicates before in the past, all proven successful.
The team quickly dissembled their tents and packed up with much haste, like a well-oiled team of machines.
An hour or so of an unstopping brisk-paced walk thereafter, they finally found the criminals' camps. It looked like any ordinary camp, with ordinary men casually walking about doing casual chores. But in actual fact, these "ordinary" men were serial killers, rapists, drug offenders of all sorts, sentries looking out after the perimeter but in a tense-casual manner. But then again, these were professionals.
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Sneaking in was easy enough, a tranquilized "camper" or two hidden away in a densely snow covered pine tree forest. Jack signaled his team to follow light footed as they scoured the lion ,or lions, in this case in their den.
A silencer bullet sped past.
"We're under attack! Run!"
One vital element, surprise was gone.
The team ran to the shelter of the pine tree forest. Out of the corner of his eye, one of Jack's team members saw a rifle wielding man aim his gun right at Jack's head. Swiftly calculating the 2 speeds and the distance, the elite member saw that his aim would be true, and he selflessly threw his body at the path of the bullet. It caught him dead center in the heart.
"Tom!"
"He's gone, forget him."
One by one, the Jack's elite team fell dead. 40 something years of soldier experience saved him from the same fate. The snow was splashed in a crimson red, the results of a recent bloodbath. Shed blood from both parties...
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John W.J.K