And Sonnie!
Watcha Think? :D I Luffles them all...
Love,
Pixie
Saturday 14 May 2011
The Sims 3
Hey guys! So I LOVE The Sims 3, and I really like creating sims and houses on there. So, I have decided to cut down writing "The Crucial Moments" to every week so that I can have some time to play the sims and show you what I've made! I made 3 simmies last night, Flora, Kairo and Sonnie (all girls). And I started to build them a house, and I really like the way its going so far. So I'm gunna go finish building that, and then maybe take some pics to show you!
Love,
Pixie
Love,
Pixie
Tuesday 10 May 2011
Random Bloggeh Post. (:
So. The storm went away? Yes, I suppose that's good, but now everything isn't even tragically beautiful as it was when it was raining; it's just damp cold and crap. (Excuse my language.)
So. New chapter up. Yeh. Just wrote it today, and I might start the next chapter now....Hmm, but I won't post it today, maybe tomorrow if I get the chance?
BTW. Katy Perry's E.T. I Like It. A Lot. (=
Love,
♥Pixie♥
So. New chapter up. Yeh. Just wrote it today, and I might start the next chapter now....Hmm, but I won't post it today, maybe tomorrow if I get the chance?
BTW. Katy Perry's E.T. I Like It. A Lot. (=
Love,
♥Pixie♥
The Crucial Moments: Chapter 1
Hey Guys! New Chapter, hope you enjoy it :)
I awoke with a start. Probably because Yuki had some seriously HEAVY music blasting. Like, the kind that GIVES PEOPLE HEART ATTACKS WHEN THEY HEAR IT FIRST THING AFTER PASSING OUT.
I was still in the hall, and Yuki was in the living room rocking out.
Wait. Had all that just been a dream?
PleasePleasePleasePleasePLEASE let it be a dream.
My hand felt sticky. I slowly gathered the strength and the courage to raise it up to my face. Blood. From a paper cut. I looked around the hallway (filled with *queue Oooh-La-La from applicative audience* totally amazing Chinese culture things that Yuki and her dad had brought over to our house when Taaiski had married Mum) to find the cause of my bleeding. In a quote from one of the funniest movies ever, Dodgeball, “NOBODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!!???!!!”
Ahem. Moving on.
Anyway, I found out how it had happened. The note.
No, you twisted sickos, I’m not going to tell you what the note contained. I think we already know. *GIVES DEATH STARE*
I sighed and let my head rest against the carpet again. I took a moment to compose myself. Then, I politely and thoughtful-not-to-interrupt-the -surely-talented-dancing-that-Yuki-was-more-than-likely-to-be- performing-ly (?) called out, “YUKI GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW BEFORE I EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Sure enough it was effective in bringing my stepsister out of her emolicious trance.
“YES?”
“Hi. Hehehee.”
So I was still feeling a bit woozy.
*sighs.*
“Aria. What do you want?”
“Dinner. And SOME HELP UP WOULD BE NICE. JUST A THOUGHT.”
Yuki pulled me to my feet.
“So what, will we order in from Pauli’s?”
In the end we decided to actually go to Pauli’s shop, because the delivery boy might notice that Mum and Dad weren’t there, as they usually pay by credit card when they order in. Besides, there was a good chance that Tara and Tasha might still be there. They wouldn’t go back to school without me, ‘cuz it would look like I had bunked then.
Turns out they were there. I didn’t hand them the note just yet though, I didn’t need to break down crying in the street right now.
We headed home and the girls came with us. Yuki didn’t mind, she loved them as much as I did, and vice-versa.
We settled down on the seat, Nom-nom-nomming at our sandwiches. I handed Tara the note, and she looked suitably astounded, as did Tasha. They said they would stay the weekend and help out around the house, but I told them to head on home. It would be to hard when they eventually left after the weekend to settle in by ourselves.
That night me and Yuki curled up on the sofa together and bawled, while watching Will Smith movie after Will Smith movie.
In bed I still couldn’t believe what had happened yet. It was…surreal. I mean, my mum had always been headstrong but, wow…she’s gone. It’s up to Yuki and I now.
I decided to get up and stumble my way through the darkness (it was 3 in the morning) to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I stopped at the top of the staircase, after hearing a ruckus (I like that word *beams*) downstairs. Not the ordinary I’m-gunna-go-for-a-midnight-snack-whoops-I’ve-dropped-the-saucepan ruckus but more like someone was killing someone down there.
The note flashed in my mind.
…We are going to find out things you’d be lucky not to know…
…or something to that effect. Either way, Yuki could be in danger, and I would not lose her.
So I raced back into my room and grabbed the samurai sword that Taaiski had given to me on my birthday last year, and cautiously tip-toed down the stairs, holding my breath, hiccups, a few sneezes and a cough.
It was coming from the living room. Now I could hear full on shouting, screaming, clashing, banging, and slicing.
This was not looking good so far.
I weighed up my choices, quicker and quicker as the noise increased.
I closed my eyes, relying once again on that unknown force in my mind…
Wielding sudden clarity, a plan and a samurai sword, I leaped in great bounds towards Taaiski’s study room. Then I climbed up the hatch on the ceiling and crawled my way with epic speed and agility that I had never known I’d had through the air vent.
Eventually I came to the hatch in the vent that lead to the living room. I could see three dark figures clad in black fighting it out like something from a Jackie Chan movie. My new found calmness left as soon as it had come. But my courage stayed. (God, that sounded cheesier than mozzarella. *Note to self. Stop trying to be dramatic, you fail hard at it.)
And with that last thought, I burst in through the hatch, landing in the midst of guns, knives, karate moves and deadly punches.
Shoutout to Eliot, my first fan ever!!! :D I’ll be sure to post a link to her site (where she be typing story. :D) as soon as it’s officially opened to the public. (=
I awoke with a start. Probably because Yuki had some seriously HEAVY music blasting. Like, the kind that GIVES PEOPLE HEART ATTACKS WHEN THEY HEAR IT FIRST THING AFTER PASSING OUT.
I was still in the hall, and Yuki was in the living room rocking out.
Wait. Had all that just been a dream?
PleasePleasePleasePleasePLEASE let it be a dream.
My hand felt sticky. I slowly gathered the strength and the courage to raise it up to my face. Blood. From a paper cut. I looked around the hallway (filled with *queue Oooh-La-La from applicative audience* totally amazing Chinese culture things that Yuki and her dad had brought over to our house when Taaiski had married Mum) to find the cause of my bleeding. In a quote from one of the funniest movies ever, Dodgeball, “NOBODY MAKES ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!!???!!!”
Ahem. Moving on.
Anyway, I found out how it had happened. The note.
No, you twisted sickos, I’m not going to tell you what the note contained. I think we already know. *GIVES DEATH STARE*
I sighed and let my head rest against the carpet again. I took a moment to compose myself. Then, I politely and thoughtful-not-to-interrupt-the -surely-talented-dancing-that-Yuki-was-more-than-likely-to-be- performing-ly (?) called out, “YUKI GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW BEFORE I EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Sure enough it was effective in bringing my stepsister out of her emolicious trance.
“YES?”
“Hi. Hehehee.”
So I was still feeling a bit woozy.
*sighs.*
“Aria. What do you want?”
“Dinner. And SOME HELP UP WOULD BE NICE. JUST A THOUGHT.”
Yuki pulled me to my feet.
“So what, will we order in from Pauli’s?”
In the end we decided to actually go to Pauli’s shop, because the delivery boy might notice that Mum and Dad weren’t there, as they usually pay by credit card when they order in. Besides, there was a good chance that Tara and Tasha might still be there. They wouldn’t go back to school without me, ‘cuz it would look like I had bunked then.
Turns out they were there. I didn’t hand them the note just yet though, I didn’t need to break down crying in the street right now.
We headed home and the girls came with us. Yuki didn’t mind, she loved them as much as I did, and vice-versa.
We settled down on the seat, Nom-nom-nomming at our sandwiches. I handed Tara the note, and she looked suitably astounded, as did Tasha. They said they would stay the weekend and help out around the house, but I told them to head on home. It would be to hard when they eventually left after the weekend to settle in by ourselves.
That night me and Yuki curled up on the sofa together and bawled, while watching Will Smith movie after Will Smith movie.
In bed I still couldn’t believe what had happened yet. It was…surreal. I mean, my mum had always been headstrong but, wow…she’s gone. It’s up to Yuki and I now.
I decided to get up and stumble my way through the darkness (it was 3 in the morning) to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I stopped at the top of the staircase, after hearing a ruckus (I like that word *beams*) downstairs. Not the ordinary I’m-gunna-go-for-a-midnight-snack-whoops-I’ve-dropped-the-saucepan ruckus but more like someone was killing someone down there.
The note flashed in my mind.
…We are going to find out things you’d be lucky not to know…
…or something to that effect. Either way, Yuki could be in danger, and I would not lose her.
So I raced back into my room and grabbed the samurai sword that Taaiski had given to me on my birthday last year, and cautiously tip-toed down the stairs, holding my breath, hiccups, a few sneezes and a cough.
It was coming from the living room. Now I could hear full on shouting, screaming, clashing, banging, and slicing.
This was not looking good so far.
I weighed up my choices, quicker and quicker as the noise increased.
I closed my eyes, relying once again on that unknown force in my mind…
Wielding sudden clarity, a plan and a samurai sword, I leaped in great bounds towards Taaiski’s study room. Then I climbed up the hatch on the ceiling and crawled my way with epic speed and agility that I had never known I’d had through the air vent.
Eventually I came to the hatch in the vent that lead to the living room. I could see three dark figures clad in black fighting it out like something from a Jackie Chan movie. My new found calmness left as soon as it had come. But my courage stayed. (God, that sounded cheesier than mozzarella. *Note to self. Stop trying to be dramatic, you fail hard at it.)
And with that last thought, I burst in through the hatch, landing in the midst of guns, knives, karate moves and deadly punches.
Shoutout to Eliot, my first fan ever!!! :D I’ll be sure to post a link to her site (where she be typing story. :D) as soon as it’s officially opened to the public. (=
Love,
Pixie
Pixie
Monday 9 May 2011
The Crucial Moments: Prologue
I had only a few seconds left. These were the final moments in which it was determined whether I would live or die.
I found myself wondering how I had got here. What I had gained and what I had lost. How I felt before, and how I felt now.
I remembered…
It was a beautiful day, and here we were trapped in a cold classroom that seemed to have the ability to make time slow down considerably. This annoyed me and Tara to no end. Tara is one of my best friends, along with Tasha, and a total genius, although she would never admit it, because she hates school. Or really just work in general.
Mr. Alkin was still droning on about how decimals were a big leap for mathematicians everywhere. Honestly. We SO did not care.
I scrawled rapidly on the piece of paper Tasha had flicked my way, and sent it back over to her. Unfortunately Mr. Alkin had turned around and saw her with it. She didn’t care. This was a daily occurrence. Or more like a half-an-hour-ly occurrence.
“Natasha Redding? Would you like to share something with the class?” he asked voice as cold as a crocodiles stare.
“Yeh, sure why not,” Tasha agreed. And with that she ambled up (No, really. Ambled) to Mr. Alkin’s desk and spun around on her heel. (Prada none the less. She bought them to go with her Gucci handbag.)
“AHEM. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. “
Then she broke out in song.
You see, Tasha has the most amazing voice EVER. I mean, like a fricking ANGEL.
The performance lasted a good 4 minutes. At the end everyone cheered. (Especially the boys. Whoop whoop.)
And she returned to her seat.
“Er, thank you, Nata-” Mr. Alkin began, unsure of what else to say.
“NO…NO! Thank YOU!” Tasha cried with as much passion as a fiery Latino woman when her husband dies in a crappy made-for-TV movie.
Just then the bell rang, and Mr. Alkin pretty much collapsed with joy.
Out in the hall, Tasha and I met up with Tara, and I asked them if they were free tomorrow.
“Why? Are we actually going out someplace or staying at yours? I don’t wanna waste a Friday night…” Tasha questioned.
I rolled my eyes. She could be such a bitch sometimes, ya know?
Tara stepped in, ever the sensible one, knowing how to handle things.
“Tasha. You’ve got your bitchface on again.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
Like I said. Sensible and responsible.
It was lunch, and I and the girls pretty much just did what we do every day at lunch. Here’s a little script of how it goes:
Me: So, what are you guys having?
Girls: *stare at me blankly like they haven’t even considered eating in the lunch hall appropriate behaviour.* Actually, I have no idea.
Me: *sigh* How bout a mango tropical smoothie and a ham and turkey Bucko Sambo with flavoured mayo fresh lettuce and a hint of surprise on only the finest Italian bread?
Girls: Sure. Ok.
*we walk to Pauli’s Mad Mayhem Sambo Shop and order that. Except you don’t say all that, you say, “Three order number 5’s, please.”*
So we do all that and then we sit outside the wall for about 20 mins, munching companionably, and rating guys who walked past. I wasn’t really interested in boys. I had plenty of time for that later.
Then I got a buzz in my pocket. A text.
The text that changed my life forever.
It was from Yuki. My stepsister.
She never texted me. What was going on?
It just said: Come home now. Urgent.
Not even an “xxx” at the end. Yuki ALWAYS sent me an “xxx” the end. Even when she was really pissed at me. Like we were sisters. That’s what it felt like between us. DON’T YOU SEND YOUR SISTER A FRICKING “XXX” AT THE END?!?!?
“I have to go now.” I whispered quietly.
The girls knew something was up.
“Let me call Ashton,” (her brother) Tara said. “He’s in town. He’ll give you a lift.”
Minutes later Ashton drove up on his Harley, pulled me up in front of him as I think he knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto him properly if I was on the back in my current state of mind and we roared off, leaving a trail of dust and two concerned friends behind us.
We arrived in minutes, breaking a few laws but no ribs. Good. I needed to get in there fast.
“YUKI! YUKI WHAT’S WRONG?????” I screamed as I bust in the front door.
I didn’t hear her, but I knew she was here somewhere. I don’t know how, I just knew.
I closed my eyes and calmed myself. Breathe Aria. Breathe.
Suddenly, there was this shock that travelled all over my skin. My eye shot open, and I knew where Yuki was. (This had been happening quite a lot lately. But I couldn’t wonder about that now; I had to go to Yuki and ask what the hell was going on.)
My legs seem to work themselves, like a robot who has been instructed where to go. I let them for the most part, but I was still really freaked out and partly wanted to sink to the floor and start to cry.
Then I was in the laundry closet with Yuki. She was crying, her kohl running down her face. (BTW, Yuki is quite a “scene” girl. Not emo, she is too sweet for that. She just likes the appearance.)
I sat with her, and let her cry on my shoulder. She would tell me when she was ready. Also, I suspected that asking her would just provoke more tears, and nobody needed that right now.
Eventually she stopped. She lay there shivering, although it was definitely not from the cold. The oil tank was in here, and it was lovely and toasty. Yuki had obviously been shaken to the core.
“Yuki.” I asked softly into her hair.
“They’re gone. They left, Aria.”
I lifted her head to look her in the eye.
“Who?”
“Our parents.”
This statement was followed by a deadly silence. What? Where could they have gone? Pauli’s to pick up lunch for us? Spar down the street to get milk? I needed more info.
“Where Yuki?”
“Spain.”
…
….
…..
WHAT?
SPAIN?
“Yuki?? Are you sure about this or are you just having a mental breakdown????”
“I wish. They left this morning, while I was sleeping. They left a note.”
“Whe-”
“Here.” She handed me the note.
Dear girls.
We have decided to go to Spain-without you.
We thought it was for the best. We intend to find out things on this trip you’d be lucky not to know.
Love,
Irena & Taaiski.
P.S. Get milk. There is only half a litre left.
Holy shit.
My. Mum. Just. Left. To. Go. To. Spain. Without. Me.
Leaving me and my stepsister to cope.
Yuki obviously knew something I hadn’t figured out yet. Her dad used to let her stay on her own for weeks at a time.
I stared at Yuki. Breathe, Aria, breathe.
Spain. What was in spain? What could be so important?
Holy shit.
My mum was going to rob a bank.
No.
She was going to steal all the dolphins!!!!!!
*sigh*
I needed out of this closet. The lack of air was slowly but surely disabling my brain.
So I tumbled out into the hallway. I say tumbled because my knees had turned to jelly and there was no way in hell I could depend on them at this moment in time.
Spain. Spain. Spain…
*note to self. Get milk.*
I found myself wondering how I had got here. What I had gained and what I had lost. How I felt before, and how I felt now.
I remembered…
It was a beautiful day, and here we were trapped in a cold classroom that seemed to have the ability to make time slow down considerably. This annoyed me and Tara to no end. Tara is one of my best friends, along with Tasha, and a total genius, although she would never admit it, because she hates school. Or really just work in general.
Mr. Alkin was still droning on about how decimals were a big leap for mathematicians everywhere. Honestly. We SO did not care.
I scrawled rapidly on the piece of paper Tasha had flicked my way, and sent it back over to her. Unfortunately Mr. Alkin had turned around and saw her with it. She didn’t care. This was a daily occurrence. Or more like a half-an-hour-ly occurrence.
“Natasha Redding? Would you like to share something with the class?” he asked voice as cold as a crocodiles stare.
“Yeh, sure why not,” Tasha agreed. And with that she ambled up (No, really. Ambled) to Mr. Alkin’s desk and spun around on her heel. (Prada none the less. She bought them to go with her Gucci handbag.)
“AHEM. COUGH COUGH. AHEM. “
Then she broke out in song.
You see, Tasha has the most amazing voice EVER. I mean, like a fricking ANGEL.
The performance lasted a good 4 minutes. At the end everyone cheered. (Especially the boys. Whoop whoop.)
And she returned to her seat.
“Er, thank you, Nata-” Mr. Alkin began, unsure of what else to say.
“NO…NO! Thank YOU!” Tasha cried with as much passion as a fiery Latino woman when her husband dies in a crappy made-for-TV movie.
Just then the bell rang, and Mr. Alkin pretty much collapsed with joy.
Out in the hall, Tasha and I met up with Tara, and I asked them if they were free tomorrow.
“Why? Are we actually going out someplace or staying at yours? I don’t wanna waste a Friday night…” Tasha questioned.
I rolled my eyes. She could be such a bitch sometimes, ya know?
Tara stepped in, ever the sensible one, knowing how to handle things.
“Tasha. You’ve got your bitchface on again.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
Like I said. Sensible and responsible.
It was lunch, and I and the girls pretty much just did what we do every day at lunch. Here’s a little script of how it goes:
Me: So, what are you guys having?
Girls: *stare at me blankly like they haven’t even considered eating in the lunch hall appropriate behaviour.* Actually, I have no idea.
Me: *sigh* How bout a mango tropical smoothie and a ham and turkey Bucko Sambo with flavoured mayo fresh lettuce and a hint of surprise on only the finest Italian bread?
Girls: Sure. Ok.
*we walk to Pauli’s Mad Mayhem Sambo Shop and order that. Except you don’t say all that, you say, “Three order number 5’s, please.”*
So we do all that and then we sit outside the wall for about 20 mins, munching companionably, and rating guys who walked past. I wasn’t really interested in boys. I had plenty of time for that later.
Then I got a buzz in my pocket. A text.
The text that changed my life forever.
It was from Yuki. My stepsister.
She never texted me. What was going on?
It just said: Come home now. Urgent.
Not even an “xxx” at the end. Yuki ALWAYS sent me an “xxx” the end. Even when she was really pissed at me. Like we were sisters. That’s what it felt like between us. DON’T YOU SEND YOUR SISTER A FRICKING “XXX” AT THE END?!?!?
“I have to go now.” I whispered quietly.
The girls knew something was up.
“Let me call Ashton,” (her brother) Tara said. “He’s in town. He’ll give you a lift.”
Minutes later Ashton drove up on his Harley, pulled me up in front of him as I think he knew I wouldn’t be able to hold onto him properly if I was on the back in my current state of mind and we roared off, leaving a trail of dust and two concerned friends behind us.
We arrived in minutes, breaking a few laws but no ribs. Good. I needed to get in there fast.
“YUKI! YUKI WHAT’S WRONG?????” I screamed as I bust in the front door.
I didn’t hear her, but I knew she was here somewhere. I don’t know how, I just knew.
I closed my eyes and calmed myself. Breathe Aria. Breathe.
Suddenly, there was this shock that travelled all over my skin. My eye shot open, and I knew where Yuki was. (This had been happening quite a lot lately. But I couldn’t wonder about that now; I had to go to Yuki and ask what the hell was going on.)
My legs seem to work themselves, like a robot who has been instructed where to go. I let them for the most part, but I was still really freaked out and partly wanted to sink to the floor and start to cry.
Then I was in the laundry closet with Yuki. She was crying, her kohl running down her face. (BTW, Yuki is quite a “scene” girl. Not emo, she is too sweet for that. She just likes the appearance.)
I sat with her, and let her cry on my shoulder. She would tell me when she was ready. Also, I suspected that asking her would just provoke more tears, and nobody needed that right now.
Eventually she stopped. She lay there shivering, although it was definitely not from the cold. The oil tank was in here, and it was lovely and toasty. Yuki had obviously been shaken to the core.
“Yuki.” I asked softly into her hair.
“They’re gone. They left, Aria.”
I lifted her head to look her in the eye.
“Who?”
“Our parents.”
This statement was followed by a deadly silence. What? Where could they have gone? Pauli’s to pick up lunch for us? Spar down the street to get milk? I needed more info.
“Where Yuki?”
“Spain.”
…
….
…..
WHAT?
SPAIN?
“Yuki?? Are you sure about this or are you just having a mental breakdown????”
“I wish. They left this morning, while I was sleeping. They left a note.”
“Whe-”
“Here.” She handed me the note.
Dear girls.
We have decided to go to Spain-without you.
We thought it was for the best. We intend to find out things on this trip you’d be lucky not to know.
Love,
Irena & Taaiski.
P.S. Get milk. There is only half a litre left.
Holy shit.
My. Mum. Just. Left. To. Go. To. Spain. Without. Me.
Leaving me and my stepsister to cope.
Yuki obviously knew something I hadn’t figured out yet. Her dad used to let her stay on her own for weeks at a time.
I stared at Yuki. Breathe, Aria, breathe.
Spain. What was in spain? What could be so important?
Holy shit.
My mum was going to rob a bank.
No.
She was going to steal all the dolphins!!!!!!
*sigh*
I needed out of this closet. The lack of air was slowly but surely disabling my brain.
So I tumbled out into the hallway. I say tumbled because my knees had turned to jelly and there was no way in hell I could depend on them at this moment in time.
Spain. Spain. Spain…
*note to self. Get milk.*
OH MY GOD. I HATE STORMS.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wait, I should probably explain.
So I was chilling in my room ya know, just on meh laptop chillin to sum fine tunes, and then i happened to look out the window.
AND BAM!!!! A BIG FLASH OF LIGHTNING CAME THROUGH MY WINDOW. HELP. ME. PLEASE.
Love,
♥Pixie♥
Wait, I should probably explain.
So I was chilling in my room ya know, just on meh laptop chillin to sum fine tunes, and then i happened to look out the window.
AND BAM!!!! A BIG FLASH OF LIGHTNING CAME THROUGH MY WINDOW. HELP. ME. PLEASE.
Love,
♥Pixie♥
Storm D:
So, the original purpose of this post was to let you know a bit more about me by showing you where I live. But now, thanks to a storm, I can't. It seems to have calmed down now, but the raging thunder and occasional lightning is scaring the be-jeebers out of me. : /
Yes. I know, i have just succeeded in making everyone think that the stereotype of Ireland always being rainy is true, but really that's just a bunch of crap. Actually, a few days ago there was a heat wave and it was like 40 degrees Celsius. No shizzz.
On the upside, eveythings greener now?
: /
Soz guys. I promise ill show you later on what Caledon is like. In fact, I distincly remember hearing a few ghost stories about buildings in caledon...every halloweeen by my grandparents and parents. and friends parent and grandparents. and- well, you get the idea.
Hmm...I believe I might be on to something. I'll keep you posted ;)
Love,
Pixie♥
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