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HELL NOTE(8)

saintsky — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 10:07:02 UT

When I opened the note, I found a few directions on the first page.
“Welcome to bring Hell Note into play. Please read the instruction to make sure that you can use it correctly.”
“1.The human whose name is written on this note shall suffer either physically or mentally.
2. This note will not take effect unless the user has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore，people sharing the same name will not be affected.” What an incredible thing! You could control other’s pain by using a notebook! I went on reading:
“3. If the tenderness is written within 1 minute of writing the person's name, it will happen.” That meant I had 1 minute to regret after writing the name. Maybe I erased the name to avoid suffering.
“4. If the tenderness is not specified, the person will simply die of a random incidence.”
Die! This meant it very easy to kill someone without any plan of murder! I quickly closed it, being too astonished to continue reading it.

HELL NOTE(7)

saintsky — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 06:17:42 UT

I regretted not chasing her when she walked away, but at that time I was surprised as she could see what situation I had been in, in just a few seconds. When she had disappeared, I looked at the notebook in my hand.
It was a notebook with red cover and white words saying “Hell Note”.
“What?!” I shouted and reminded of a popular Japanese cartoon named “Death Note”. In that anime, the protagonist got a note, on which if you wrote down someone’s name remembering his/her appearance at the same time, he/she would die in 40 seconds. And the protagonist used it to kill many criminals. Would this note be a magical note like that? Or it was just a tale?
My hands trembled heavily. I found it too difficult to calm down. That girl was too incredible. Besides coming in front of me in such a strange way—from rubbish bin, she saw my mood, my mind and my pain so exactly.
Maybe she was not human and really gave me a great gift!

HELL NOTE(6)

saintsky — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 08:18:27 UT

“Are you excruciating?” She stared at me for a minute, saying.
“Oh, I am not…” I wanted to hide my mood.
“Your eyes betray your words. They are red, aren’t they?” She laughed and looked at me, “There must be something unfair happening to you.”
“You are really very nice.” I bitterly smiled again, “But that’s not a problem. If you do not need anything else, I would like to go.”
“No, I do not need anything else, but I think you need.” She expressed a crafty grin, “Since you are my savior, I will give you a great gift for my gratitude.”
“No, thanks. It’s my pleasure to help you and I don’t want any repay.” I felt a little uncomfortable when she said so. I decided to refuse her gift.
“You will love using it. It is able to rescue you from pain—you have been hurt for a long time, haven’t you?” She gave me a red notebook and left with big tinkle laughter.

HELL NOTE(5)

saintsky — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 06:58:37 UT

“I see the light… I can come out…” I heard the voice saying, and then I felt my left hand firmly held. Out of the blue, a strong light came out of the rubbish bin. I could not help closing my eyes, but my hand was still held resolutely.
When I open my eyes, I saw something unbelievable: A pretty girl stood in front of me. Her hair was gold like sunshine, eyes were blue like the sky, and the lips were red like cherry—her appearance was so easy to make all the women jealous. I look at her deadly—I could not say any words to describe my surprise when seeing her.
“Thank you so much for helping me, you nice miss!” She talked to me with a jingle voice.
“I think you are nicer than me.” I smiled and said. I did not know whether it is a common thing for girls or not to envy others, but I can hardly envy someone more beautiful than me, except for girls having good friendship with Journey.

HELL NOTE(4)

saintsky — Sat, 02 Dec 2006 03:36:01 UT

Nobody run after me, which meant, nobody cared about me.
Tears seamed my eyes. I laughed at myself, what a stupid girl. Why were you so sad? You were always like that, weren’t you? You had got accustomed to solitude, hadn’t you? So why were you still weeping for being alone?
“Help…me…” Suddenly a scrawny voice came to my ear. Who was asking for help? I tried to find where the voice came from. Finally in a rubbish bin, I heard the voice calling again and again.
“Who is here?” I felt a little afraid, but said to that voice.
“Please help me… I am entangled by many enemies…help…” The person in the bin sounded very powerless and frightened.
The size of the bin could only contain a child… Maybe a child fell in it and was ruined by rubbish! What a poor guy…I put my hands into the rubbish bin and said, “Can you see my hands? Please hold them! Hurry!”

HELL NOTE(3)

saintsky — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 08:31:48 UT

“Journey, would you like to have lunch with us?” Daisy invited him with a big smile. I looked at him with full of hope as well.
“With you two?” He looked at us appearing a strange expression, “I’m sorry Daisy, but I cannot…I will have lunch with my friends.” He pointed to some boys waiting over there.
“What a pity…” Daisy showed disappointment.
“Ok, I promise when we reach Santiago, I will have meals with you, Ok?” He smiled and comforted her. But in my ears, the word “you” must only be for Daisy, not us. Because he disliked me and I was never able to make him interested in me.
I could not help turning my body and run away quickly. Daisy cried to me, “Crescent, where are you going?”
“Just leave me alone!” I yelled back. Very realistically, I felt my heart hurting heavily. This kind of pain could not be stopped by anything, except for him. But he would never console me, I early knew that.

HELL NOTE (2)

saintsky — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 06:58:40 UT

Journey was the boy who borrowed camera from Daisy, and was the boy who I loved. His name was as strange as mine, wasn’t it? The first time I noticed him just because of his name. It gave me very good feeling. He used to help me fix my computer and I became fond of him from then on. He was a mature boy and very mild—only to people he liked.
Unfortunately, I was not the types he liked. Actually, it could be put that way—I am the types he disliked. I did not think a girl who always ranked the top place in academic area was worth extreme disliking. However, he never talked to me even I strongly tried to approach him. He would help me repair the computer, because at that time, I was doing teacher’s task and it suddenly did not work. Then teacher asked him to assist me—he was the principal of Computer Technology Department at school.
Maybe it was the destiny that I loved him, so even if I hated traveling very much, especially to foreign countries—I still joined the Summer Camp, since he was the leader of this activity.

HELL NOTE(1)

saintsky — Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:02:00 UT

“Ah-------!!!” The shouting was reverberated everywhere. The person, who shouted so loud, was my companion, Daisy.
“Are you joyful to play this?” When we stepped out of the “Space Mountain” (A kind of entertainment) I gave her some juice.
“Yes, that’s so excited~ I am too happy to say any words!” She laughed and said.
Of course, that was because you were so afraid that you were only able to shout in the “Space Mountain”. I thought and bitter smiled.
My name is Crescent, a 17-year-old girl. This was my first time to travel to America. As I followed our agency team and go to Disneyland World. It was quite a wonderful journey…May be.
“Daisy, would you like to lend me your camera?” A polite voice came, with a good-looking boy appearing. Daisy nods and gave him her camera, and I stood besides them, my camera hiding in my pocket.
This was a wonderful…Journey.

The theme song of my novel~

saintsky — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 04:37:50 UT

The song <why, or why not> by Fire is my favourite song now. I decide to use it as my theme song, and I write the words.
My novel's name is "Hell Note" and I am going to write it in a few days. It has a black atmosphere just like this new skin of my blog.

Why, or why not
By Fire

To get my happiness I had done everything,
but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.
The sound of foot steps became louder every day,
then I noticed the fact there was no time.

I was a believer in life to be myself always,
and was asking whether would be alive.

Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way,
or judge me to be guilty of so many incurable sins.
Tell me why, or why not? Complaining way too much
maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.

The whole world was at a complete standstill,
and I was in fetters, at the mercy of the mob.
The silent warning became louder every day,
then I kept pretending not to hear.

Its meaning had been in the eyes of beholder all along.
It had grown dark before I found a sign.

"Among the nonsense tragdies, what on earth you are looking for?
You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate."
Tell me why, or why not? Complaining way too much,
maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.

There is nobody who knows there will be nobody.
Except for me, all the world has gone mad.

So what is forgiveness you are willing to withhold?
What is the well-being you are willing to make?
Now what? So what? Don't you come interrupt me, oh please,
while I am interrupting myself.

What a busy week!~

saintsky — Sat, 18 Nov 2006 07:18:48 UT

This week is so busy that I can hardly have time to write my blog~ But I am still very happy because my mark of the mid-term examination is very high~
And I have got a 6.5 in my IELTS so that I can go to most of the universities in Canada~ So, although it is very busy, my mood will not be nagetively influenced.

Also, the next week will be very busy. We have so many activities to attend and we must wear few clothes to perform in front of many people because our school have founded 10 years and we must have a celebration of it. So we must play "Taijishan" dance in it, Godness! How cold the teachers are! Now it is just winter!!!

some saying to friends abroad

saintsky — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 04:57:59 UT

Dear Windy: your birthday is just one day later than mine, so I treat you as my younger friend. You are always happy, and you will not be so easy to be trapped by troubles. This is so good that I cannot help envying you. Will not you be angry with me? You will not be like that, right? I know you are very mild.
How about your life in Canada? I know you can always have a good mood, so I will not so worry about you. Please always be like that so that when I am frustrated, you can be with me.

Dear Janet:In fact,I still be a little unhappy that you go to Quebec without saying goodbye to me. But now I will not concern about that. You say you feel very tired here, but I think it is so wonderful because it means your life is always filled with something.
We all miss you very much. I know I still have chance to see you when I go to Canada, but maybe we cannot see each other either. Please take care of yourself, do not let me worry about you. If you are under the weather, how can I find another spy to work for me?

Some words to my friends...

saintsky — Sun, 12 Nov 2006 06:46:42 UT

Maybe you cannot see it, but I would like to say something to you. That is all my emotion in my high-school.

To Gail: You are my first friend when I come to the high school. You are the person who is always with me and giving me help. Without your support, I cannot get rid of bad students' attrack and insulting. Thanks for your rescuing and being standing with me, my life is more colorful because of you.

To Mabel: You are the person who teaches me lots of things that I don't know at all previously.You tell me how to be a good girl and how to deal with others. You have been living with me for more than 1 years and our friendship is so deep.I will never forget you.

To Angel&Zoe: The life with you two has been the most joyful period in the high-school. Angel is such an elegant girl and your mood influences me a lot. Zoe has a happy heart, you will not be beaten by any difficulties. Meeting you is my biggest luck!

To Kay: It has passed 3 years since you becomes my friend. I would say that you are one of the people I never want to lose. You have brought me more joy than I think. I will be very reluctant to leave you. When we are in Canada, I hope you may remember me.

To Journey: You are my only male friend in my high-school life, and you are the first boy I really love. You usually bring me sunshine but yourself don't know. Maybe you have got that I love you but you don't want to say; maybe you have not known it yet, but what I want to say is that--sorry for bringing you so much trouble, thanks for accompanying me, and, I wish you happiness.

The first day!

saintsky — Sat, 11 Nov 2006 02:19:47 UT

Today is my first day to write my blog!!!
I am so happy~~To own a personal space is a good experience and feeling~~

But it might be a little bit hard to come here to refresh every day~So I would prefer to writing blog on it~Once every week!

Thanks to all the friends who used to support me and thanks to all the people who I used to love! You give me good things to experience, and it is a great joy to encounter you all!