He reached into the medicine cabinet and sighed. Worthless. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin for his searing headache. He winced as the sound of the shutting cabinet soundedlike an earsplitting screech. He popped the cap off of the bottle and stared down at the pills.

A bloody scene erupted in his head. The needles... IV drip... It flashed by and he dropped the bottle then watched as the pulls scattered on the floor away from him as if they were trying to get away from it too.

The flash came again and a small office was filled with the sound of gunshots. The chairs were scattered across the floor, the computers released a static buzz.

He shook his head and winced as the pain erupted again. He pressed a finger to his temple as another scene popped into say hello.

The gourney being rolled through the halls, no MRIs... they're magnetic... Passing by multiple rooms full of people and their fading hope for life.

He was pushed away as the gourney was wheeled into the emergency room.

"What have you learned?"

The boy brushed a stray charcoal hair from his face and sighed.

"Yong. I'm talking to you."

"I realize that, mother." Yong Sook Mumbled.

"Are you going to answer me?" His mother asked -- her acidic eyes glaring down at her oldest son.

"I don't think you want my answer."

"I do."

Yong Sook groaned. "Fine, then." He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "I've learned that people suck. No matter what you do -- people don't pay enough attention to understand the full meaning behind something. If someone's your friend -- never trust them completely. They really don't like you. Don't believe your parents when they're supposidly "fully in love." Especially when your mother always says she has dinner when a "friend.""

Yon Sook's mother's lip twitched. "I meant school."

"Oh school?" Yong Sook sighed. "Teachers ae full of it. They assign menial work and assume you're too lazy or just "don't care about your future" when you don't turn the work in. You can't say crap in front of them or else they'll be on your back about everything until Judgement day when the bells toll and we all go to hell. School's just another word for Juvenile Hall and a coma waiting to happen -- so yeah. That's what I've learned this semester."

"M... Mama?" Minzhei cried. "M... M... Mama?"

The boy's mother was sprawled across the ground with this stick red stuff all around her. Why would she choose such a place to go to sleep? All she had to say was that she was tired... and they could have gone home...

"Mama... Wake up, Mama..." Minzhei said. "Wake up..." His dark eyes welled with tears and he crawled over to his mother's body. "You need to wake up, Mama.... WAKE UP!" He shouted. "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" He was sobbing and tugging on his mother's arm. "WAKE UP! Don't sleep! You promised you'd always wake up! You said you wouldn't go to sleep like daddy! Wake up, Mama! You promised! YOU PROMISED MAMA!"

"She's not going to wake up." Renshu said coldly.

Minzhei sniffled and looked up at the demon. "She promised..."

"She was full of shit when she promised."

"LIAR!" Minzhei shouted. "LIAR! LIAR! Liar's are bad. Mama said liars go to HELL!" He slammed his little fist against the ground and glared up at the demon murderously. "LIAR! LIAR!"

"I'm not the liar." Renshu scoffed. "She won't wake up. She's the one going to hell."

"NO!" Minzhei cried. "NO, NO, NO, NO!"

Renshu rolled his eyes. "Such a stupid child."

Minzhei shook his head furiously. "You're the one that's stupid." He sobbed. "Stupid. Stupid. STUPID!"

"Is that all you're going to do?" Renshu hissed. "Repeat yourself? I heard you the first time."

Minzhei scrambled to his feet and ran up to Renshu. "SHUT UP!" He yelled pounding his fist against Renshu's leg. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Renshu chuckled darkly and picked Minzhei up. "You think that will hurt me?" He asked.

Minzhei glared at Renshu. "Put me down!" He demanded.

"Or what? You'll hit me again?" Renshu laughed. "You'll tell me to shut up?

Minzhei shook his head rapidly and rubbed at his tear-filled eyes.

"So that's what you'll do?" Renshu asked. "You'll cry? Like a baby?"

"I'm not a baby." Minzhei hissed.

"You're a baby." Renshu said. "You cry and cry and cry. Like a damn baby."

"I'M NOT A BABY!"

"Then stop crying."

"I'm not crying."

"You're still crying."

Minzhei shook his head and rubbed his eyes again. "I'm not crying." He said, voice shaking but he was right. He wasn't crying. "I'm not crying. And I'm not a baby. And when I grow up I'm going to make you sleep like mama. And you'll go to hell because you're a liar."

Renshu smirked. "Is that so?" He was starting to like this stupid human boy. "You'll kill me?"

"I will." Minzhei said defiantly.

Renshu laughed and put Minzhei on the ground. "Then I'll see you when you're older." He turned and walked away from the human boy.

Minzhei glared at the demon but ran after him.

Renshu looked down at the boy. "Why are you planning to follow me?"

"If you leave. I wont be able to kill you." He said, looking away from Renshu.

Renshu smiled. "I guess not."

He was brought to the front of my mind when I was thinking about the This I Believe essay.


The News Report

Do What You Love

At first, I only wanted to read this because Tony Hawk wrote it -- I mean, I'm a kid, and it's Tony Hawk. But that's beside the point.
I can relate to this one -- because I believe in doing what I love and making a living out of it. I always get scolded for drawing, or writing -- too much or during something important. I'll hear my mom say "Hey, we're going out to eat" and I'll grab the nearest pencil and a sketch book or notebook and try to run out the door with it before anyone saw. Usually I'd get to the point where I was getting out of the car at the restaraunt and either my sister would see it and say: "Why the hell are you bringing that?!" or my mom would see it and yell: "Spend some time with the family! Talk to us, go put the damn book back!" And then at dinner we'd sit there and I'd be staring at the table or out into space and my mom would think there was something wrong with me, and in my head I'd be writing out my story in my head or sketching out a drawing.
A teacher one screamed at me for drawing during class when I was done with an assignment -- telling me that I: "Might as well drop out of school and become a good-for-nothing artist, as if that would get me anything or anywhere in life!"
I do what I love, even when people say I shouldn't.




Bi Exclusion

I chose this because I like it. It's a real subject that is saddeningly true. Bisexuals are the "people in the middle." And because my sexuality is so close to it, I know what it's like. People sometimes tell me "pick a side."




By Patrick (No Title)

This one is about bisexuality and beliefs. I went through beliefs about God and questioning his existance until I finally came to the conclusion -- Nope. That belief is not for me. Nor any other belief. I don't even like talking about beliefs, even my friends' other non-Catholic/Christian beliefs. I don't think it's relevent to anything. And I know it's close-minded -- but I don't think you need to talk about beliefs to anyone.
Even though I myself am not bisexual -- I am not homo/heterosexual either, I'm pansexual and perfectly fine with saying it -- my sexuality led to most of the disbeliefs in religion.

A Chicken Teriyaki Bento Box made by Maki



Just Bento is a blog by a woman named Maki, who was born in Japan and now lives in Switzerland. Her blog is on bento boxes -- which are Japanese Lunch Boxes. She makes them healthy and fun -- and cute. xD
It inspires me because normally I don't think "lunch", "healthy", and "good" go together. Yet Maki makes it look really good and makes it healthy. 8D



LaCarmina's Youtube Recipes.
LaCarmina is a person who created a little youtube cooking show called "DEATH COOKBOOK" (a spoof of Death Note).
She just started it recently but they're fun and easy. She video tapes her cooking as she goes along. She explains what her ingrediants are if they aren't everyday things you'll find and most of the ingrediants can be bought at Asian food markets. After she's finished she describes how it takes and how the different ingrediants bring out the flavour. She even adds a tiny little plot to her videos.
Her blog inspires me because she makes it look easy and fun. Not to mention really, really good.