hOwDy HO! ^_~

how much is this blog worth?

2005-11-24T04:22:00.000-08:00

My blog is worth $3,387.24.
How much is your blog worth?

And the beat goes on.... EST Continuation

2005-07-11T04:53:00.000-07:00

They say a simple thing can cause a chain reaction among others. This seems to be the case with the anabolic steroids speech. What used to be a simple speech not meant to be more than 200 words, became a bulwark of ideas built from neglected teenager creativity. Don't blame us.

Anyway... here is the next episode of 'the EST Anabolic speech'... never seems to end, does it? ~_^

WARNING: DO NOT PROCEED UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE PREVIOUS POST (ANABOLIC STEROIDS SPEECH FOR EST) .

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Written by Kalium Hidroksida.

continue from *eep!*

Darn you... stupid assistant! (Mutters curses under his breath while two mean and tough looking bodyguards put handcuffs around the assistant's hands and march him to his execution. Puan Amerjit cackles evilly in the distance.) NOOOO~~~!!! Puan Amerjit!! HELP ME!!! *Muffle* You devil! After all I've done for you and your complexion!!! *Muffle*

So... listen you people! I.... am.... the... FOOTBALL COACH! And whoever disobeys me.... 500 push-ups during PJPK on Friday. Now, about the anabolic steriods... of course they are darn good! (cough up goblets of phlegm and spits on floor) *Ptui!* Aaah.... that's betta.

Well... I shall now reveal this secret that used to be top-security and heavily guarded in the football team. And, I am gonna yell so loud, an Eskimo fishing in a frozen ice-packed hole can hear me on the other side of this earth!

I PUMP OUR FOOTBALL TEAM WITH ANABOLIC STEROIDS EVERY MORNING!!!!!

(Eskimo fishing in ice-packed hole cups his ears and whispers to his mate: "Do you hear something? It sounded like someone having anorexic periods every morning!"
Respond from mate: "Ew.")

So... anyway, now you know why our beloved (he's gonna die soon... too bad, so sad) football captain has those beautiful marks you thought were tattoos on his arm! And every member of the football team, in fact. Even the poor assistant who is now between seconds of losing his neck...

(Class hears yells of pain and a loud, dull THUD of a metal axe on a wooden block.)

Another point is, they're damned and easy to get. Here, this guy here... *points to Saulkin, the prefect, who is looking very pale and tired* Ever wondered why he looks so white and pale? He, has been extracting and giving his testosterone for my team and I for 4 years now! He, in fact, is our biggest contributor to the production of anabolic steroids for our athletes. In return, he gets a big, fat, delicious 100% for his PJPK exam.

Fair deal, huh? And you're there wondering how on earth do all those athletes stay cool, build huge muscles and get excellent scores all the time... Well, you can ask Saulkin. He'll be glad to give you some.

*Hoards of people rush to Saulkin's table and start to grab at his body with fire in their eyes...*

Saulkin: Hey! Hey! Watch it! Get away from me, you zombies!

EST Anabolic steriods -- Speech (continuation)

2005-07-07T01:31:00.000-07:00

You might not remember... but here is a continuation of a est speech which was written here somewhere in the past. Just to recoup...

This essay is written based on a tittle given by our dear English teacher, Puan Amerjit as homework. Written by Wormy.

Teacher, you have two choices. Either I crap all I want, or I'll be really monotonous, factual and boring. Your take.

Good morning to my fellow classmates and Puan Amerjit. Today I am going to talk about the reasons why anabolic steroids should be banned from sports. As captain of the football team, I feel that it is my duty to do so, even though my throat currently hurts like nobody's business as a result of yelling too much at the referee (that STUPID IDIOT!!) yesterday. Oh no what am I saying? Sorry teacher I have just been eating some chewing gum in your class.... it must have contained a truth serum that my dad was developing, since the chewing gum was homemade.

Anyway anabolic steroids are g..... I mean bad for your body. By taking anabolic steroids, we make sure our team regularly wins the state championship. Of course that's bad for the other team. I mean for us, since it doesn't show our true abilities, but we suck at football in reality, so that's the only way we can win and bring honour to our school. Our school is so rich that it pays anyway... blame it on the administrators, the evil ones.... YEAH conpiracy theories DO SPEAK UP!!! Let your voices be heard!!! DOWN WITH.....

Forget it. Just FORGET IT.

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And here is the continuation.... (Finally got around to write it in! ^^)
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This section is written by Bluey.

Erm... hello. I'm the assistant captain of the football teeam. Puan Amerjit just called me up... and I don't know what to say. Oh yeah, anabolic steriods.

Well, anabolic steriods are... bad? good? Oh thanks, teach. So anabolic steriods are bad. That is why we are saving you hormone fueled teenagers from it by extracting natural steriods from you! Apparently, this steriods stuff is REALLY HOT on the market. It helps fund the teacher's annual luxury cruise trip. Plus we atheles get the leftovers for the extra boost to the finishing line. Isn't that great? Oh... that'll make steriods good.

Well, let's just put it this way. You have to admit -- all those hormones cooped up in a teenager is bad. I mean, you've seen what hormones can do to a teenager. Rape cases, illegal sex...... such atrocities! And the cause -- hormones. The school can't take the pressure. Everytime something bad happens the society blames it on the school. Blame the school! Blame the teachers! Yadah yadah... Since society expects the school to take up the responsibility, we have finally found a way to end all of this madness! Steriods extraction! We can GET RID of the problem and benefit others through this program. What we do is simply extract the hormones from those active hormone producing teenagers, refine it into anabolic steriods and sell it!

What? Why... why are you staring at me like that? Erm... guys? Don't you believe me? Oh, come on! Surely you notice the times you blacked out in class? Felt light-headed and weak? Unable to lift a finger? Surely you can't miss that!

Hey! Stop! Stop throwing!.... OW!!! Hey!! Listen! LISTEN to me for a second, will ya?

I don't get it. We've invested so much just to get you guys to SIT and DO NOTHING in class. Isn't that what your parents want? I mean, sure, the side-effects aren't exactly the most enjoyable thing in the world. But think of all the peace and quiet we get in return! Of course there was a couple of teachers who disagreed... but one trip on the luxury cruise and they are all Okie-dokie with it.

......

No... we are NOT exploiting your youth. NO! This is NOT about stealing hormones for aging teachers!! NO! NO! NO!!! This is GOOD!! The program is GOOD!! Why can't you see that fact?!

......

Oh... er... well, I can't exactly call it legal...

HEY! STOP THAT! YOU CAN KILL PEOPLE WITH THOSE!!! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SAID YOU HAVE TOO MUCH HORMONES!! PUAN AMERJIT! PUEAN AMERJIT!! HELP!!!!
Puan Amerjit........?! Where did you........ uh-oh.

*Eep!*

A Rose that smelled of Pee

2005-04-19T21:27:00.000-07:00

~*I wrote this poem as a tribute to our beloved Xuxu, who turned 17 on Feb 22. Yeah, yeah..it's been a quite a while since, but nevertheless, I finally got around to typing it in the blog. May the Essence of Pee be immortalized for ever. Notice that I used green, her favourite colour.*~

A ROSE THAT SMELLED OF PEE

A quote from Shakespeare, once you may meet,

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,

"So," you say, "I see,"

"But why on earth does it smell of pee?"

Before I begin:

Pee is an uric acid substance,

When it starts to stink, better keep your distance,

It may smother you with it's fragrance,

Important for the body's sustenance.

Ah, now let's begin:

About 2 years and 2 months ago, I met a rose,

Whose "pee-smelling" fragrance made one close her nose.

Over all the other roses she towers,

Especially after April showers.

Her stem was extremely long and thin,

Her leaves were like two fins,

With delicate unbloomed petals all around,

Beautiful red flowers near the ground.

Although this rose sucks nutrients like a horse,

Some may even call her a Norse,

She stays as thin as a metal gate,

Thanks to her amazing metabolic rate.

While other roses are vain and pretentious,

This rose I know is precocious,

Excellent in Physics and even better in Maths,

She can sometimes drive one bats.

Though she classifies herself as a "lost soul",

One who has not found her goal,

In reality she is a knight,

Clad in shining armour, full of light.

Her talents, we've noticed, are numerous,

From drawing "gay" anime to the humorous,

But the best thing about this rose of nature's nomenclature,

Is her loveable and soul-warming nature.

The flower that blooms the latest, from summer to fall,

Is by far the most beautiful of all,

To me, she is the Queen of the Roses,

And here, therefore, I end my prose.

*******

2005-03-26T06:47:00.000-08:00

A gust of wind blew
In the afternoon storm
And scattered you across the floor
And my heart along with
The broken pieces

Despair and sorrow
Drowned my fragile soul
I choked back my sobs
And bent to pick up
The scattered pieces

Yet with determination
I held back the torrent of tears
Bravely and patiently
Gathered and joined back
The shattered pieces

And now my heart fills with joy
As I watched the beautiful scene
Unfold in front of my eyes
From what was once broken, scattered and shattered
The now completed puzzle pieces

Did you understand that? Does anyone understood that????
This is a poem that came to my mind after an incident where I found the 1000 pieces puzzle I was working on scattered across the floor one afternoon. Get it???? PUZZLE PIECES!!! Anyway I didn't exactly finish it, my dad finished most of it after I put the pieces into neat order, planning to continue after I return from school. But guess what? He did most of the nicest parts..... and left me the SKY. THE SKY!!! AAARRRGHH! Why me? WHY ME?!

Smile :)

2005-03-15T15:05:00.000-08:00

SMILE :)

Darkness-

The pellucid coolness of the night,

Before the first sun,

I search for your face

Among the mingling crowd,

Though I can only see the outline of your back,

Inevitably, I smile.

Azure sky-dobs of pure white on a blue canvas,

Butterflies of hope flutter onto shoulders,

Way in front of me is where you are,

The windows to my soul meet your dark ones,

Once again, I smile.

Sweltering heat in a room of pungent odours,

Scent of hormonally-charged adolescents- laced with sour sweat;

Grumpiness nestles contentedly in my soul,

You laugh, a merry echo,

It makes my heart flip and do a skipetty-skip

From the heart to the lips, joy spreads,

And, I smile.

Concentration- hushed, sepulchural silence;

Pondering over mind-bending laws of Physics,

Turns my mouth into an upside-down smile,

I turn to look at your eyes,

Brown pools of infinnitude joy, determined and intense,

Summoning my lips upwards,

Into a smile.

Ringing echoes, the bell's mirthful peals,

Hustling and bustling, the rush begins,

Once again, I turn around,

You whooped in joy, and gave me the biggest smile,

A goodbye wave, rushing out the door.

But, do you even know,

That your one smile,

Warmed the smile on my lips for the rest of the day.

Who would ever know,

What a lifetime with you might do.

*******

WORDS OF WISDOM

~*Always keep a smile on your lips. You never know when someone might fall in love with it*~

Under the Influence

2005-03-15T02:03:00.000-08:00

*Poetry-short sentences or even phrases capturing the essence and intensity of the human soul. Therefore, let us introduce poetry to this blog, in an attempt to be better poets- and express our emotions in a deeper sense that short stories can never allow. Enjoy~*

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Moral is boring,

People are snoring,

Students fantasizing,

About something or even nothing.

Physics- the confuser,

Mega brain teaser,

Explain the waves of water,

Who cares? Does this matter?

History should be history,

Who cares what people did in sixteen-sixty,

All of it was pure shitty,

Goddamn them and their f***ing treaties.

Chemistry- I don't get a thing!

What the hell is the teacher teaching?

Add this and add this and you'll get something,

Don't spill it or it will corrode your "thing".

Addmaths, all about integration,

To protect the world from devastion,

To unite all people within our nation,

To get it all back, use differentiation,

Count properly or face annihilation.

(This is where i started)

Biology- a mountain of terminology,

Learning about the stupid blood circulatory,

As if artificial insemination,

Can ever equal normal copulation.

Modern maths- don't bite off more than you can chew;

If p=q, the mod. maths = "EW",

Imagine us studying this pile of doodoo,

Wish i could curse it's creator with voodoo.

Freakin' waste of time is the EST;

When you can lounge around & have a cuppa Justea.

Makes testicles shrivel and men's breasts swell,

Why should we care if athletes take steroids?

Serves them right if they start getting periods!

So...just leave us with some computers,

And educational games like Call of Duty and Gunbound,

And maybe even a Playstation;

Gleeful smiles are gueranteed all around,

Every school day is like a vacation!

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*Well...what say you? The authors of this poem are Xing ji and Jordan, and later on added by me (from the bio part till the end). A result of boredom? Who knows...go figure!*

The cell story...

2005-02-19T17:02:00.000-08:00

i wrote this ages ago, don't think it's all that good compared to yingxu's bird's eyeview and waters of doom but so be it. i'm posting it anywayz. ahaha... world watch out! a new story's coming your way!

THE CELL STORY

I am talking to Alice. I know see hates me deep down inside. She just doesn't know it yet. I can just see what she is thinking about right now, can picture it in her little clueless head.
There it is--brain city, where all the cells gather to have and urgent meeting. they have not booked any rooms in the tall and efficient edifices, so the committee decided to have it on the streets. the other cells living in her head come to see. After all, it's not everyday you get to witness something like that...
they glace up at the huge screen set up in the middle of Brain Nerve Street and gasped in fear. The horror!
'I hate her!' one of the cells cried, looking up at the screen with me plastered on it, loathing me from the bottom of its heart. well, that is if it had one...
'I hate her too!' another cries with the same disgusted voice.
'Simply irritating!' they would scream.
'She's just so...so... what's that word?' one cell can't even find the right word to fit me.
'Unbearable!'
'Yeah!' they'll all agree at once.
'She thinks she's all that when she's not!' it just seems go on forever.
'Treats us like fools!' they scream, liking the idea of insulting me.
'And funny!' someone suddenly adds in.

The place goes silent. nobody speaks. They are all stunned by what was just said. Everyone turns to look at a cell they have never seen before. In their heads, they gave it a name. Right there, right then, just looking at it. It seemed so natural to name it the name. They decided to call it THAT cell. Funny how all cells think alike!

THAT cell however was different. It stood out. Not in looks... no... they could all see that IT had nothing what so ever different from the outside. Then, what made it stand out so clearly?
All cells begin to wonder at once.
Immediately Alice feels a headache, obviously from thinking too much. She lifts her hands and rubs her temples, soothing her head.
'Funny?' a voice asks loudly, not hiding the tone of suspicion. It was angry. Actually, furious is the better word. Its voice boomed in the silent space of Alice's brain. You could hear it from miles away. Every cell turned to look. What they saw was ghastly. A boiling red cell was all rounded up like it was going to explode. The veins on its body stuck out, throbbing with anger.
All that just because of a little difference in opinion? Nobody knew why it was so mad but this was a good drama. Let's stay and watch! they told themselves--yet another common thinking among cells. Amusing!
THAT cell was not afraid. IT took IT's stand--above all. IT did not care if they were going to kick IT out of society. Who cares it i become homeless or jobless? It thought. Who cares it i have no money to survive? Suddenly IT did not feel so sure anymore... Ok, so maybe IT did care just a little, but IT took IT's stand! Besides, it's too late now...
They were closing in.
'Well?' the terrifying cell yells.
THAT cell is speechless. what am i to say? IT asks itself. IT gathered all the courage it could find, took in a deeeeep breath and spoke. Everyone was taken aback by IT's bravery.
'She's funny.' THAT cell repeated IT's statement. How daring! All the other cells thought. neither did they know that THAT cell was praying hard inside.
Once again, silence took over. Everyone was dumbfounded, including the angry cell. No one said a word. Who could? Such bravery rarely occurred.
'I ain't gonna be the one to say something.' One cell thought.
'Don't look at me!' another one thought too.

Slowly, one by one, the cells begin to part. so... the statement of 'she's funny' was taken in after all. The second long comotion ended and so did the meeting.

'You're funny, Susan!' Alice says without thinking. I wondered it she knew...

by, liee

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yup! that's it.
do you even get what i'm saying? ahaha...i suppose it IS a little complicated.
well, what can i say? imagination is the key to success! or is it hardwork?...

Angel of My Heart

2005-02-14T14:25:00.000-08:00

He was an angel sent from heaven. Strong, intelligent, kind.... the perfect one. For years I have watched his back admiringly. Following his footsteps as well as I could, I watched his every move, listened to his every word from beneath the shadows afar. I dare not go closer or speak out to him. In my heart I silently praised and worshipped him, like the angel he is. Yet as I opened my mouth to call after him, I could not utter a word. I was afraid to call out his name, afraid he would suddenly run off, leaving me behind.

Yes. I was content just watching his back. Now and then, he would smile, and my world would soar with joy. Oh, how much i would give to see his smile!

Yet.... as I watched his back slowly disapear into the crowd, never once did he looked back.

Even though we have exchanged rude remarks and selfish words, even though you have never said a word of thanks to me, even though we are apart..... I shall pray for you, and I hope one day you will look back and remember me. Happy Valentines Day.

EST Speech - Anabolic Steroids

2005-01-29T00:45:00.000-08:00

This essay is written based on a tittle given by our dear English teacher, Puan Amerjit as homework. Written by Wormy.

Teacher you have two choices. Either I crap all I want, or I'll be really monotonous, factual and boring. Your take.

Good morning to my fellow classmates and Puan Amerjit. Today I am going to talk about the reasons why anabolic steroids should be banned from sports. As captain of the football team, I feel that it is my duty to do so, even though my throat currently hurts like nobody's business as a result of yelling too much at the referee (that STUPID IDIOT!!) yesterday. Oh no what am I saying? Sorry teacher I have just been eating some chewing gum in your class.... it must have contained a truth serum that my dad was developing, since the chewing gum was homemade.

Anyway anabolic steroids are g..... I mean bad for your body. By taking anabolic steroids, we make sure our team regularly wins the state championship. Of course that's bad for the other team. I mean for us, since it doesn't show our true abilities, but we suck at football in reality, so that's the only way we can win and bring honour to our school. Our school is so rich that it pays anyway... blame it on the administrators, the evil ones.... YEAH conpiracy theories DO SPEAK UP!!! Let your voices be heard!!! DOWN WITH.....

Forget it. Just FORGET IT.

Plain crap.... no sugar no spice

2005-01-26T01:29:00.000-08:00

I watched as a fly buzzed past a rotting dead lizard who met its fate between the door and the door frame. The fly buzzed to a stop on my Chemistry textbook. I looked at it absent-mindedly. Suddenly, it shot upwards into my nose!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH~~~~!!!! I tried to scream, but the fly tickled me so. Instead I half laughed, half cried as the fly made its way to my brain.

***

The bell finally rang. "Yes!" thought Elaine. She gathered her books and prepared to leave. "Cone on, Bluey!" She nudged her friend. Bluey did not budge. Her headwas on her textbook at an awkward angle.

"Bluey....." Elaine rolled Bluey's head over. She screamed as she watched the maggots crawl out of Bluey's now empty sockets.

Saulkin, the prefect laid a hand on Elaine's trembling shoulder. "It is too late.... her brain had begun rotting long ago....."

A/U: Here is where i end.... i did think it was crappy enough.... but my friend Fx2 decided to continue the.... "fun".

Elaine turned to Saulkin and glared profusely at him. Saulkin nodded sympathetically at Elaine and turned his head to resumes with his beloved Add Maths homework. Well, almost. He tried. He really did. But what could be more alluring and captivating sight than maggots crawling out of the sockets of TWO girls???

"Welcometh thoust to the world of the maggotethed," whispered Elaine, holding the remains of her eyeball and offered it to Saulkin as a sign of appeasement.

A maggot dropped from her eye socket onto Saulkin's open palm. Elaine picked it up without flintching and stuffed it back into her socket.

"Sorrieth."

The waters of DOOM

2005-01-24T01:01:00.000-08:00

I am cold, wet and tired. I kicked franticaly against the endless stream of water rushing towards me. Besides me, my friends too struggled against the raging currents. My legs felt stiff and heavy. I was so tired, yet the andreline of fear kept me going. I struggled to remain concious. The tendrils of fatigue licked and pulled at my tired limbs, willing then to succumb to the relief of sleep. Yet I struggled, aware of the endless pummel down the water as it fell into the abyss several meters behind me.

I plunged foward with all my might, groping for the river bank. My outstretched fingers brushed the green slippery land. "YES!" I screamed triumphantly in my mind. Yet just as victory was so close, a sudden gush of frothing water swept my arm away. I was lost my grip and was plunged once again into the water. Kicking wildly, I choked and spluttered. Some of my friends were already on the river bank gasping and panting. They beckoned to me to join them. I flailed my arms helplessly. I was too weak.

A girl rushed beside me. Looking back, I saw the girl waving her arms desperately. Her eyes were wide with horror. Her terrifying screams were drowned by the thunderous water. In a split second she dissapeared into the bottomless pit below, her hands clutching in vain at the air. My limbs went weak with horror. The edge of the water loomed closer. I gave up hope. I closed my eyes as the water swept me, defeated, over the cliff.

Down, down, down..... I fell, following the magnificient curtain of water to the dark emptiness below.

I was thrown, hammered into the icy cold water. I opened my eyes to see a floating corpse, eyes wide open, staring blankly at me. I screamed but was instantly silenced by the freezing water pouring into my lungs. There I sank, breathing mouth after mouthful of the ice cold water while my lungs burned for the want of oxygen.

They say your entire life flashes past you at the last moments of life. I saw the things i have achieved, and those that I haven't. "I want to live! I am too young to die!!!" Those were my last thoughts in my mind as the darkness finally closed around me.

* * *

Days later, my body lie buried with the others that suffered the same fate as me. Our graves lined neatly under the shades of the trees. Birds chirped in the distance, giving a sense of peace and tranquility. A large memorial stone stood gleaming in the warm afternoon sun -- Here lies the vailant students of Catholic High School: Drowned in the struggle against homework.

A/U: Seriously, the teachers are KILLING us with the immense pile of homework they have been throwing at us recently. What are we going to do? Spend our youth struggling to finish assignments after assignments??? Just because of a public holiday the teachers find it right to fill our leisure time with work. Work, work, work.... frankly, with the ammount of homework I have right now, I am surprised I found the time to write this. xD

Teacher's Train of Thoughts

2005-01-24T01:00:00.000-08:00

This short sequel to ' The waters of DOOM' is contributed by Kalium Hidroksida.

I sighed.... looking at the ever-growing pile of uniformed-clad corpses half-baking in the sun. A gangly, skinny and tall girl with long, long legs lay dead at my feet.... eyes still open, reflecting formulas and theories of physics, hand clutching a Physics book whose thickness equalled the Oxford Dictionary. Y...E...W.... Y...I...N...G...X...U, I read slowly from the peeling name tag on the bulging part of her chest. Pity, pity. I chuckled to myself, only a few days ago, she was eagerly asking questions about longitudinal and tranverse waves in physics class.

Such low rates of mortality, and it is only the 4th week of school.... a voice sounded beneath my cranium. Yes, every year almost 80% of the poor fifth formers perish in their last attempt to crack their heads open over Snell's law of optics.

Well.... too bad for them... I sniggered evilly, fingering my pearl studded beloved red pen -- the murder tool. They don't last half a year under my torture... I smiled with sadistic pleasure...

Dragging my floppy beach chair anda glass of icy passionfruit juice, I prepared myself to sunbathe and relax on one of my favourite retreats -- complete with the panoromic view of mangled, dead and decomposing bodies, with sweet adorable little (big, actually) flies buzzing around and laying eggs in the meat.

*Complete and Unabridged*

BIRD'S EYE VIEW

2005-01-19T02:00:00.000-08:00

I perched on top of an electrical pole, observing the view around through my black, beady eyes. Shiny mechanical creatures roamed the tar river below. Humans with strange coloured fur strolled around, chattering and laughing. Humans, the world's greatest waste-producer, has never failed to produce plenty of food during this time of the year on what they call "Christmas". Last night, food was plentiful. Their wastebins were rich with "leftovers".

For a while, I dozed in the warm afternoon sun while my fellow friends shoved and sqwuaked beside me. It was around the time when the sun tilts towards the sea when I sensed a strange salty moist in the air. Around me my friends stirred and flapped their wings uneasily. We sqwuaked and discussed among ourselves about this strange change till an elder human came and threw a shoe at us. In a huge flutter of black feathers we took off into the sky. We circled the air sqwuaking at each other. Then, at one unified motion swept towards inland. Danger is comming, it is time to flee.

Below us the dumb creatures -- humans continued their activities, oblivious to the impending danger. "Fools," we sqwuaked at them. As we made our way towards inland, we noticed many other animals scrambling to higher land in search for safety. We landed and settled on the tallest stone tree of the city spreading for miles below. We jostled and pushed among ourselves, each trying to get a better perch -- a show was about to begin.

The ground began to rumble. The stone tree we stood upon shooked violently. We took off into the air once again. In the distance, a giant wall of water loomed towards the land. The frantic cries of the foolish humans who only then realized of their doom could be heard. All too late.
A huge crash thundered through to air as the water and land met. Human bodies - torn, bloody and disfigured was tossed everywhere. The raging waters crumbled stone trees along with green ones, leaving distruction in its wake. Humans waved and struggled in the water like ants in a pool. One by one they dissapear under the frothing sea water. The air was thick with the smell of ocean.... and death.

We circled the air sqwuaking excitedly, witnessing the cruel detactment of God as hundreds of humans dissapeared from the world of the living. We waited impatiently. Soon, the water returned to the ocean. The water level subsided just enough to reveal the once magnificient city in rubbles. We scattered around the bare remains of the city in search for food. Now that the humans have suffered such a tremendous lost, we knew that it will be long before the food here will be plentiful again. We need not hunt long. Swiftly, along with three other crows, I swept down and set to work on a torn corpse drifting lifelessly among the rubble.

As we teared and quarreled over the decaying flesh, I noticed a housefly laying its eggs in a bleeding gash. Soon, I knew, maggots shall hatch and feast. Humans, proud and arrogant, has once again lay beaten and battered from Mother Nature's wraith. "Their deaths shall not be wasted," I thought, swallowing a particular juicy eye ball. "Life goes on."

A few early laid eggs began to hatch. The little babies feasted on the rich human meat.

*In death..... there shall be life.*

A/N: Like it??? I wrote it during Chemistry.... I was SO bored. I know it might sound a bit gory and all.... but I would just like to make it clear of the fact that life does not stop no matter what. We should learn from our mistakes, take precautions, and move on. Great, NOW I sound like a Morale Teacher or something.