Thursday, August 30, 2007,

the calendar in my scrapbbok that says the dates whereby i can open my letters
micely wraped pressie!!!
combined shot...
candles... flames of my qualities and 3 wishes
me n dear!!!!

this is the legendary mushroom man in my story... aka jeejee yummy hahaha
huihuang aka horny hunter tryg to pretend hes shorter than 1.2m
the present that i made for ezrina... =)

Chapter7... A game

I watched eagerly in front of the monitors... When was the last time i saw these two together? Both were once important chess pieces in my game, tasked to assasinate horny hunter... Both were genetically re-engineered to have special abilities... When both have failed, i have decided that i needed to improvise and make them even better fighters... One was always longing for home, handicapped by emotions, making me promise that horny hunter will be his last assignment even after i had killed his wife... was it sheryl? or cherry? a pretty but nonetheles hindrance to my plans... the other craved for bloodshed and was always eager to pick up a fight... the choice was obvious... the latter ill keep.. the former, ill dispose.. He was once arrested for molesting a young girl... he has changed his ways and even had a daughter and wife... slapping him with a heinous crime of child rape, allowing him to escape, then capturing him for the good of Pasereez seemed like the perfect impetus for my rise in popularity... plus killing him would be no fun... knowing horny hunter will seek his help against me, I had gone to great pains to set up this match, to see if my polished product will fare better than his previous colleague... a part of the game which i knew would be most entertaining...

Meanwhile... the perparations are all done... with my timer run cylinders secured in air conditioning pipes and systems all over the cities... the dull and grey moods of this city would soon be alleviated... the city will be filled with endless laughter... those insolent bastards will stop their incessant whining about taxes, social security and other petty issues... I did not allow free speech just to let those ignorant fools sing the praises of others and belittle my painstaking attempts to keep this city happy... the crime rate was indeed rising... but have i not tried to surpress it??? In that case, it is a duty incumbent upon me to deal a little punsihment for being ungrateful... and make a day for the city to laugh at their own foolishness...

These two have never gotten along well... and honestly, if they have worked together I might have gotten rid of horny hunter by now... but its ok... I truly believe jeejee yammy will win against... oh... my press associates called him whacko laoticko... hilarious... 1hr before this gloomy city will see its savior... and a 2 V 1 death match between my masterpiece and two thorns in my ass... I am so in love with myself...

wakao... stupid xiong keep complaining i never update man... hahaha... but nohtg much to update oso la.. now that schl has alreadi started... stupid sports com is like after my life again for inter block games which is damn sian... then xinyao want me to perform... which i dun mind though, hahahaha... but my sore throat cant seem to heal fully man... n ytd the seafood meal and the sotong gia at jb din help at all... but hu cares??!!! they tasted damn goooddddd!!!!

ytd... me xiong, hh and cherylene went into jb 2gether... haha, gathering of the 3 most impt pple in my life to go jb... shiok... of cuz family oso impt la... haha... but, ya... the bus ride was damn jialat... the stupid bus stuck at the causeway man... then i was like standing on my toes at the doorstep... but thanx to cherylene for being my cushion and sofa to lean on, hahahha... then after tat we sing ktv in jb... super updated man the songs... but the guy scolded us for eatg outside food... grrr... but besides that it was gd... then we went for seafood... walao eh... 130 riinnggiiittt... we ate crayfish, oatmeal prawns, laalaa, stingray, kailan, sambal sotong, frog legs, sotong gia... **bbBBuuUrRppZZ** hahahahha...

wun be seeing dear 2dae cuz shes bz wif stuff... n shes flying on thrsdae morning... sigh... 4mths sounds short but seriously, its like a million yrs to me la... but ill wait for u k??? meanwhile ill survive with xiong and huihuang's lame jokes!!! =) gambate weiliat!!! =)

chapter 6... underground

"Pasereez hospitals overwhelmed- unhappy but laughing"... Headlines similar to these are driving me nuts... I contemplated setting a bomb off at X.H.'s secret hideout where i was almost taken out... J.R. had however warned me of how the explosion might spread the gas all over Pasereez... Hence the only way was to find out where Xtacy Humsuplou's exact location and kill him... killing the mayor would be by no means an easy task... but i was glad my cause was aided by a betrayed ex-government employed assasin... extremely skilled in ninjutsu and his silver blade, there was another ability that he possessed that will prove to be the key to saving this city...

J.R. had found out via satellite detection that there was a large volume of activity between X.H.'s hideout and some underground facility... even J.R.'s satellites could not pick out the exact location... Me and Liat had tailed a truck which left from X.H. ... Liat and I were now trudging through the sewers with the directions the truck driver had given us, compliments to liat's hypnotising abilities... then again, i was confident my knuckles would have beaten those answers out of the driver too...

Loud clubbing music... strong smell of alcohol... a purplish smog flooding the place... people dancing with severely eratic laughing... taking a closer look, there were many unconscious on the floor, with the easily distinguishable grin spread across their faces, similar to the pictures that were hogging the headlines... J.R. had found me on the road and had given me a strong dosage of tranquilisers before i regained consciousness... He told me if i had sniffed in a larger amount he would not have been able to help... J.R. had extracted my blood sample and was still working on an antidote.. but we had no time to lose...

We hurried though the crowd and found what looked like an entrance... it was guarded by two tall and muscular men who had on them oxygen masks, purplish tanks and rifles... the loud music meant Liat could not provide the esy way out... so i dashed at them and threw two accurate uppercuts that drove them unconscious... the mob was oblivious to wad had happened and simply continued to dance... we needed to find the control room... hopefully then i will be able to download the data that will ultimately provide J.R. with what he needed to expose Xtacy Humsuplou's true colours...

With some luck, a few more punches and slashes... we found a room with a huge computer with many monitors that were fed with images of people dancing... it suddenly occured to me... shldnt Liat and me have been detected by this surveilance when we had knocked out the two guards at the entrance? the door burst open... A man with a tall and huge physique... he had a square jaw and dark, brown and greenish skin that resembled that of the shit we had seen floating in the drains not long ago... there were also white spots that grew all over his body, which coupled with his contrasting white teeth that laid in contrast to his dark complexion, formed a gruesome image...

"what brings you back? Whacko?" Liat drew his blade... "Prepare ya bullets hunter... thats mushroomman..."

feeling damn sick now... stupid flu... then just wrote chapter 5 but cannot post... WHYY???!!! testing testing

chapter 5- old times...





Damnit... where is he hiding now... lost track of him as he had cut through this corner of the street... i surveryed the two blocks of apartments at this dead end... i missed katie... and even more... cherylene... she was flying away to canada... and she was going to bring katie away too... this was my job assignment... and also my last chance to redeem myself as a capable employee, husband and father... a social worker who had dedicated her life to making the lives of others better... mending broken families with nothing but passion... amidst a daunting pile of work, meagre wages and an unrelenting government bent at cutting state welfare expenditure... a woman that was most strong and understanding by any standards... the inability to hold together her own family broke Cherylene's heart... if only i could get this done 2nite... i can go back to them... and lead a normal life once more...





A deafening gunshot pierced through the air as i nimbly dodged the bullets by bending my upper body backwards... i then stood up immediately and used my silver blade to deflect the next pair of bullets... having judged the trajectory of the bullets and the timelag between the bullets and sound, i estimated his distance and direction... jumping towards the wall behind me, i kicked and propelled myself high into the air with a back flip, before rotating my upper body to lash out using my blade... upon landing i saw him trying to gain higher ground through the firemen's ladder by the side of the block of apartments...





I chased his all the way to the rooftop and he was hiding amadegain... he was waiting for the right opportunity to shoot... i had no personal grudge against him but i was paid good money to do this... money in which I can buy katie a grand piano with... money in which i can use to end the verbal abuse spiteful parents subject cherylene to... Cherylene would never have removed thoses children from their homes without sound reasoning... just like how she was forced to decide upon taking katie to Canada after katie had saw my suit stained and dripping with fresh blood...





I focused and started singing... i knew my ability to hypnotise and force an unsuspecting foe to sleep would force him to surface... before long i heard 2 consecutive gunshots that made my singing inaudible... I then felt a heavy blow on my stomach... it was his gunbutt... I then slashed upwards, forcing him to halt my blade using his silver shotgun... one that he fired with precision from far and maneuvered skilfully even in close combat... "You shldnt be helping him!!!" "I just want my life back!!!" After exchanging a series of blows, a heavy swing of the gunbutt sent me reeling... I thought i would hear a gunshot and that everything would now end... yet i heard onli hurried and fading footsteps...





After what seemed like forever, I heard a chopper and saw a blinding spotlight... "you are coming with us, do not panick or resist." I raised my eyes and barely saw the side of the chopper... it wrote "X.H.".. i heard the static noises coming from some communication device... i could not make out what the person was saying... but what came next from the person beside me was crystal clear... "mission failed".

i decided to have a blog entry similar to huihuang's 2dae... i dunno why... juz a random feeling haha

saturdae. marina watch fireworks, people many many, almost fainted.
sit on staircase, pple still keep squeezing past, sian.
woah, but later fireworks super chio.
watch with cherylene makes the fireworkes even more chioer and the goodest fireworks i ever saw.
green tea ice cream, yumyum.
slack at polar when we were drinking seven eleven big gulp and nothing from polar.
feeling sick now. just saw doctor.
too much soft drinks plus kimchi soup is a nono for throat.
weiliat fight fight fight!!! let god's child dance for me!!!

our room...
2nd day at snorkling...
showcasing my fats

chapter 4- the mansion



Xinhong is my name... i am the director of X.H. enterprises... or rather... Xtacy Humsuplou is the director... just that there are not many who know that the two names actually belong to the same person... Xtacy Humsuplou... a regular at cake and ribbon cutting ceremonies... famous in the local press as the philanthropist who donates millions to aid the poor and needy... the mayor of Pasereez... an inspiration for millions of Pasereez citizens... ultimately, a cyborg controlled by me..

Damn that idiot... deserving of an oscar for his campaigning acts... a person whose crimes are so well covered up that i have had no chance to refute his claims that he will do everything he can to keep this city safe and crime free... a person whose demeanor is picture perfect that the mob seem to think he will can wrench the mayor's hot seat from Xtacy Humsuplou... but it will be beyond his wildest dreams that me, Xinhong is realli the mayor... n they do not call me the bear for nothg... in the world of business... where my glory days laid... every cent was never earned without a fight... and for my liking towards having huge bears reared in my mansion's cave...i was nicknamed the bear... until that insolent guy had spoiled my plans... forced my business to fail and forced me to migrate to escape the pursuit of the law... i swear revenge... i promise myself everyday that i will shoot him with the very same shotgun that had ended the life of my true love, beetin... who blocked those two silver bullets for me...

Meanwhile... I need to retain my position as the mayor... so that i will be able to continue manipulating the press and the police... making them lunge at my nemesis like as easily as a puppet master flicking his fingers... and for this I am making final preparations... to execute the 2nd last stage of my plan... to plunge this town into a crisis... so that Xtacy Humsuplou will be the savior... so that they wil understand that their fates rest in my hands...

i stroke the white fur of my huge pet that is sleeping soundly beside me... this town is a town filled with sad pple aniwae... it would not hurt them to give them a reason... to laugh... aint it?

chapter 3... Prison

I held my diary tightly in my hand... pages that have turned yellow through my years in what has become my home... pictures that were my only source of human contact... besides those pairs of nonchalant eyes of course... and the dreams that make me smile... just to wake up and cry over the false reality i fail to hold on to everytime i open my eyes... Katie... she should be 19 now... or should she be 21??? i dunno... i realli dun...

that pair of eyes made contact with mine briefly then disappeared instantaeously... the usual metal hinge creaked... followed by that smell that used to invoke disgust in the initial stages... I gulped down whatever there was in the steel bowl routinely... desensitized by time which i have lost track of in this grey cell... and the urge to live on... and see Katie just once more... yet if i had this chance, i wasnt even sure if she wanted to see me... and how was she doing??? Is she in a foster home??? Is she adopted or under institutional care??? was she taken in by the facade that those politicians put up in their attempt to snuff me out???

Life was hard then but i had katie... who waited faithfully at the backstage... waiting for me to finish my performance every night... i wrote songs and sang them... sometimes they fell on deaf ears yet i was always rejuvenated by the nights when i was appreciated... when the bustling crowd turned quiet as i started singing... when that soft applause followed after my song ended... I had tried to lead a normal life... one they had promised me... yet they lied... if only i could get out... perhaps i would put my silver blade through his numb conscience... and let the blood run so that the injustices Pasereez was hidden from would be righted...

I heard a loud boom... bits of wire and charred metal fell to the ground, leaving a hole in the thick metal door that had confined me to the wretched hells of these grey walls... the walls that had prevented me from telling the world that "whacko laotiko" was all but an execuse to lock up someone who they felt knew too much...

"I need ya help, liat... shall we?" That familar and awkward english accent and pronounciation shocked me... I ran... I was trembling from fear and excitement... the man i had tried to kill for years just saved me... i could not think anymore... becuz all i saw in my mind was... embracing katie once more....

Chapter 2- getting high

Stuffy... musky...and a sweet but somewhat erogenic fragrance flooding the chambers... purplish cylinders that are bubbling... I look around in amazement... wondering what this new facility holds... perfume? soft drinks? it was hard to realli take a good look into the little details as i was on the rooftop, trying hard to balance myself... "X.H. enterprises"... hacked the government systems this afternoon while taking some respite off my repeated losses at DOTA, courtesy of Professor "ironman" aka Jeff Richards... J.R. has been a long time pal since secondary days... and he is really a computer geek... he aced all the modules he took in university... anything below the best score was really considered an under-achievement by himself... as for me... hahaha... i play DOTA with my com, n pray it does not get any viruses, thats all i noe... =) X.H. really seemd like a legal and righteous firm... it has a long list of charitable organisations benefitting from it... but isnt it suposed to be dealing with import and export of meat for Pasereez? Whatever i am seeing so far isnt realli fitting the description...

i walk past rows and rows of cylinders filled with purple cylinders... there were also huge machines that had buttons and gadgets that were far beyond my comprehension... i decided that i needed a sample of this fluid... at least J.R. would give me some answers... "STOP WHERE YOU ARE!!!" i turned only to see two bulky and muscular men running after me... they were wearing grey technician suits with X.H. printed across their breast pockets... they seemed to be holding some form of rifle and were carrying what seemed like a gas tank... seeing their faces covered with an oxygen mask wasnt a good sign... what they were gonna release upon me was gonna be something they did not like themselves...

i ran as fast as my legs could take me... ive have had fitter times... when running was a breeze... when it was a shame for any soldier with some sense of pride to not pass the fitness test... when my friend laughed out for the whole world to hear over a cup of soya bean when i told him that he is slow after clocking a miserable 13+ timing for my 2.4km run... suddenly, the sweet fragrance that had filled my nose got thicker and heavier... "U WUN GET AWAY!!!" Curse those dogs that were after me... they have already released the gas, having gained greater proximity from me...

i was reaching the rope that i had used to lower myself from the top just now... escape was more or less secured... However, my body was starting to feel like it is incinerating from within... i started to giggle uncontrollably... in some sense, i was feeling happy... very happy... yet i was gradually losing control over my lower body too, my legs felt rubbery... i used what was left in me and hoisted myself up to safety... then jumped down, breaking the fall with a roll on the ground before i took off on my bike...

whatever i had felt back then... i could only be sure that... X.H. enterprises smells very fishy... or for that matter, deadly... I sped towards J.R.'s lab... i was near... but i was losing control over my body... i saw my bike skid and my silver shotgun landed with a loud thud... I could not stand up... I could not...

CHAPTER1 - hunter on the prowl...



Rainy days... i hate rainy days... no basketball, eating macdonalds delivery... which means soggy fries... wishing that there will be curry potato and otah... wishing the chilly and freezing memories of the past would be all burnt up by the burning curry that gushes down my windpipe... leaving only memories as good as the aftertaste as i savour the 10 consecutive otahs i stuff down my throat in seconds...



Shotgun... bullets... checked... i wear my leather jacket and reach for my keys quietly... trying not to wake my family that is in deep slumber... looked into the mirror before i left... dark Agnes B jacket, GAP denim, green Nike shoes... shoes that i have run with so often, occasionally to save my own skin... more often to tear the skins of those freaks that terrorise Pasereez City... i looked at my bleached hair that stood out in my attire... but then again, i need no camouflage... i always encourage my enemies to look for me... saves me the hassle...



i plug on my IPOD earpieces as my vintage bike speeds aff into the darkness that follows... Nana OST never fails to cleanse my soul, refilling it with a sense of justice whenever fatigue caused it to waver... then again... i cannot stop... i just cant... the chaos and screams that have plagued this town these days... have all served to make wad i used to love about riding away in the night in Pasereez... the song of nightbirds and the tranquility of the night... all these are now just embellishments to the mess i try to clean every night... the reality i try so hard to didguise every night... the false reality that the foolish Pasereez politicians use to earn another day of victory at the polls...



i love peace, birds and greenery... and for all these i will fight, fight and fight... the "HH" insignia on the back of the jacket feels like tonnes on my back... "horny hunter"... somthing the press has come up with when they have sporadically spotted a silver shotgun putting holes through the ones they believe to be innocent and pure... not a very glamorous name but seriously, I dun even give a shit...

Huihuang... tats realli my real name... I smell a very familar scent... so... let the hunt begin

message to cher hahaha... with a smiley face and salmon tongue...
beautiful pic from where we looked at the fireworks...
FIREWOEKSSSSSS!!!!!
me and cher looking singaporeans in red!!!!!

me and cher's like 3rd try for the photo... haha
4th try!!! then cher said this pic i look very sweet, n more feminine than her... diaozzz
repulse bay... do the rocks look like a dragon???
the Hongkong weather station
a ship cruising past repulse bay...

present from mazzyyy