LIGHT IT UP(:
LIKE IT'S DYNAMITE

Hot n Cold - Kate Perry
KSK
BLACK&WHITE
Trying hard to understand life.
Explanation invited.
Cos I ain't independant.
I live in AWE.
Love my life, hate it at times.
That explains faces.
Totally, normally, a human.

I wanna be happy in life.
Oh, I wanna fulfill my career!
Cos that is when I start appreciating life.
Die with no regrets.
God Bless me, Amen.

August 2010 September 2013 October 2013 November 2013 February 2014

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Jen was obviously overpowered with a flash of anger. She spewed forth profanities at her mother in a fruitless attempt to prove her innocence, as contradicting as it sounded. "How many times do I have to tell you that I did not touch your filthy cash?" Jen spluttered, with her nostrils flared up and her face, red hot with fury. Her mother gave her a 'you-expect-me-to-buy-that' look, slanting one of her eyebrows with doubt. She glanced at her fifteen year old daughter. Jen's hair was jet black while the tips were sprayed teal. She had a ring hanging loosely from the side of her left eyebrow and thick earplugs on her expanded ear holes. She shook her head in disapproval. "WHAT?" Jen really could not tolerate standing there being accused of a theft she never committed,"I can't believe this. I'm out of here." With that, she threw her hands up in disbelief. Cursing under her breath, she stormed out of the house and a slam of the door followed behind her. Ever since Jen's father left the family, the mother-daughter relationship between them two had deteriorated drastically. Their bond between them had plunged and it seemed beyond hope and repair but Jen's mother, Margaret, never gave up. The last thing a mother would ever do was to give up, isn't it, Margaret thought. She had worked hard to provide for her family as a single breadwinner of her family. It was never easy to work hard and have time for her daughter but she managed to make it through. Besides, life was never a bed of roses. And Margaret had gone through enough to know that. Jen, who had always been 'Daddy's girl', always wondered how her loving father could have the heart to leave her Mother and her behind. Was I not good enough? Was Mother too naggy? Maybe Mother chased him away. Maybe I wasn't good enough, Jen sighed. She missed him a lot but would her father ever realise that? The popular girl in school, April, was always going on about how her father bought her a new Michael Kors bag again and bragging about going to New Zealand for a ski last winter. Jen would go to school taking the subway while April will throw her a smirk while she arrived to school in her father's Porsche. It just isn't fair. Why does a mean bitch like her get everything she wants? But some things she would never understand, like why her father left her. Back at home, Margaret rummaged through the old, creaky closet of hers. Two years ago, when her filial husband left her and her thirteen year old daughter behind for another woman, she lost trust. She was raged not at him leaving her but because Jen was about to go through the most important phase of her life and she had to do so with a complete family. Jen was growing up; she was going through puberty. Margaret had always feared her father and had never dared to speak up to him. She didn't want the same for her daughter; she wanted to make sure that no matter what, Jen would always have the two most important people in her life she could turn to be it laughter or heartbreaks. And two years ago, her husband, Tom, destroyed her wish. Margaret could never answer Jen as to why the man of the house left. How could she tell her own daughter that Tom left his beautiful family for a mere woman on the street, that her family wasn't good enough, and that he loved his family, but not enough to stay? Margaret could never do that. She couldn't let Jen think that she wasn't a good daughter. If she was anything, she was the most beautiful daughter and that she was loved a lot from the bottom of her heart. She would never allow a man's adulterous act put her daughter down. With puny fingers, she picked up an old, crumbled family photo. She tried to straighten out the crease of the photo. She still remembered the fury she went through two years ago. She had become a monster. After Tom let his true feelings out, she locked herself up, she broke everything in sight and she tore and crushed all the family photos she saw. She had to get rid of the face that had betrayed her. Maybe destroying everything that reminds me of Tom would make me forget what happened, she thought. But how could she destroy her own thoughts? TO BE CONTINUED


Reading has always been an obsession and writing has been a lifelong passion. I've always dreamed of being a writer and I will not stop doing so. Writing short stories and seeing people enjoying the read has always proven to be a source of satisfaction for me. It makes me feel appreciated. I like to write short stories and English has always been my most preferred Subject. Reading is a very important action that many people do not realise. Reading can be found anywhere- from using social networks to reading the label of a food product. But the type of reading I like most is the ones the that spell out the imagination of good writers. I've always looked up to Sophie Kinsella, Dan Brown, Agatha Cristie, Enid Blyton, and so many more authors. What do they have in common? They are people who believed in their imagination and now, people all over the world read their work. That is what I want to do as well; I want to make such good stories that will intrigue even people who dislike reading to cling on until the last word of my stories. I may not be qualified to be a good writer and also lack in a lot of areas but hey. I'm going to try till the end. Because it has always been my dream to be a good writer, it will take a lot to stop me from writing.