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Crush by David Archuleta
I hang up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time
Deep inside
It was a rush, what a rush
Cause the possibility
that you would ever feel the same way
About me
It's just too much, just too much

Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized
And I just got to know

Chorus:
Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we can be
Where this thing can go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you
Are you holding back
Like the way I do
Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away
But I know this crush aint goin away, goin away

Has it ever cross you mind
When were hangin, spending time girl,
Are we just friends
Is there more, is there more
See it's a chance we've gotta take
Cause I believe that we can make this into
Something that will last, last forever, forever

Chorus

Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized
And I just got to know

Chorus

Buses by Kellie
Imagine, waiting at the bus stop
The more impatient you are,
The more you wait

Turn the corner and you see it
Coming right at you,
Yet, you miss it

In other times,
You are not seeking
And three comes all at once

Kites by Kellie
The Kite is in the sky
Light and free
Yet, restrained and tied down

You tug and pull
Harder and harder
But he only gets further away

When you finally release it
It falls down towards the ground
Back to your side
Born on the 17th of January, 1993, Her Royal Highness (HRH) Kellie Jane Shae is exceptionally brilliant. She was qualified to attend the best universities at only age 5; however with the unexpected arrival of an especially annoying little pest, her academic plans were put on hold. Due to the long break from universal studies, HRH Kellie decided to continue with her studies, as a normal 7-year-old child, and to attend only the very best school for her age, Raffles Girls’ Primary School.

Now, the thoughtful HRH Kellie is studying at the lowly Bukit Batok Secondary School as she had chosen, without the knowledge of her parents, to put in only 7% of her effort into the Primary School Leaving Examinations, and thus, had only attained a miserably low score of 232/300, so as not to set too high a standard for her younger brother, who, unfortunately, did not inherit her Father’s genius.

Apart from being amazingly bright, HRH Kellie has the looks that could kill even the most ruthless assassin in the world. Also, HRH Kellie has a fabulous fashion sense, though she hates following trends. Most of the time, she would simply throw on anything she feels like wearing, but she capably makes it the next new thing.

Furthermore, HRH Kellie is wonderfully kind and tactful. She harbours an incredibly generous intention of ruling this pathetic and undeserving world. Under her rule, this world shall flourish beyond all expectations, politically and economically.

With HRH Kellie’s completely logical scientific, geological and mathematical university findings, HRH Kellie shall revive the Lost City of Atlantis by simply raising it from the sea. She shall also relocate the Lost Kingdom to a geologically perfect location befitting for a queen; peaceful and gorgeous like Singapore. The kingdom shall be HRH Kellie’s sanctuary, and those who disrupt the calmness of her quiet world shall die a horrigible death.

However, HRH Kellie shall not rule alone. She shall have an extremely capable assistant, Shreya Padmanabha Bhat, who will take up the post of Royal Senior Minion (RSM). RSM Bhat shall work alongside the Royal Bed Warmer (RBW), however, that post is currently unoccupied, though she is showing an intense interest in a certain footballer, an actor and a first-year business student. . The RBW must be hot, smart and funny, like the drop-dead gorgeous HRH Kellie. Also, the RBW shall be HRH Kellie's Royal Chauffeur (RC), and shall drive her around in the Royal Yellow Lamborghini (RYL).

Currently, democratic HRH Kellie is waiting for a message from the God of Above to open the skies and for it to, hopefully, start raining men, so that every single woman shall find their perfect other halves. However, HRH Kellie has a standing policy to be over Bed Warmers, though this policy is simply waiting to crumble into pieces, like a sitting duck.

Thou who read this monologue shalt be enlightened.
The Omen

When the First Angel blew his trumpet, wind and rain pounded the earth.
When the Second Angel blew his trumpet, mountains of fire came tumbling down
When the Third Angel blew his trumpet, a flaming star fell from the sky burning like a torch.
When the Forth Angel blew his trumpet, the sea rose up and swallowed two hundred thousand people.
When the Fifth Angel blew his trumpet, a star fell from heaven to earth and to Him was given to the bottomless pit.
When the Sixth Angel blew his trumpet, the beast was freed from the bottomless pit and wreaked havoc upon the earth.


The Kitchen

The Master picked up the knife and started butchering the meat; working with the eerie precision of a surgeon. As his hand came down hard on the meat, blood oozed out from under his knife. He lifted the knife and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Behind him, his Apprentice picked up the shredder and pushed the cheese through it roughly. His Master looked up and saw his careless work and reprimanded him. He took the grater from his Apprentice’s hands and gracefully, slid the cheese in one lucid movement; top to bottom, top to bottom.

Blood dripped from the table top and onto the floor. The Master, ignoring the blood under his foot, continued to slaughter the meat.

After a while, the Master suddenly dropped his knife onto the table top, turned and went out the door. The night wind blew past spending a chill down the spine. The breeze carried along with it the stench of the rooting flesh.

“Ahhh… Another fresh batch. That new hand is indeed very good with people,” the Master mused.

He bent down and gently plucked the limp bodies from the fig trees dotting the backyard and one by one, carried them down to the cellar. With little care or consideration, he threw them into the cellar along with the other bodies already there.

As he returned to his initial work, the bloody meat, the Master said coldly, “Collect a sample of the meat for me later on. I wish to create a new item for the menu.”

The Apprentice flinched.

Perhaps not as good as I had hoped, after all, thought the Master and continued dicing the meat, as if there had been no interruption.


The French Man

One day, a French man decides to come to Singapore to learn English.
At the airport, he learnt the words “take off”.
Then, he went to the zoo and learnt the word “zebra”.
Later, he went to the hospital and learnt “baby”.
When he went back to France, his mother embraced his warmly and asked, “So, what have you learnt in Singapore?”
Nodding happily, he said, “Take off ze bra, baby!”
Parasites. They do not deserve to live. Do not even deserve a name.

The cloaked figure glided through the dark, damp alley. Balancing the pistol in his hand, the shadow smiled. The coolness of the weapon’s sleek black metal put a sly, narrow grin on his sharp face. There It is; the pathetic obese, undeserving sloth; a waste of space.

The bullet cut through the air, the silencer disguising all sounds the pistol may have emitted, pouncing onto It, like a cheetah preying on a helpless deer. It’s eyes widened in fear and panic, though not a sound came through It’s mouth. It looked at It’s chest and saw. A huge gaping hole where It’s heart was supposed to be.

Blood gushed out from the wound like water spills from a toppled glass. Resigning to fate, It slid to the ground and became limp. With not a moment too soon either. The stench of fresh blood was beginning to rise, catching the shadow’s most acute sense; smell. It was satisfying; delicious.

The killing had begun.