code name: agent CID age: 14, 20, 40, 9, or maybe 200. depends on the way she dresses REAL age: ohhh...you should've said so earlier on. sorry, this is highly confidential and any leak of her personal information may cause serious detrimental damage About her(or him) she loves dramas. dramas, sleeping and eating are an important part of her daily life. when she's not on a mission, agent CID dresses in school uniform(or maybe..a nurse's uniform. very clever) she is part of the well-know four person team whose name cannot be mentioned here.she may come across as fat, wonky and alittle eccentric but BEWARE she is not at all what she seems.

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i'm done with eng paper one tomorrow is chi paper one...
i screwed up the dammit paper 35632151642451473413 disgusting T.T
i screwed up situational...was totally unengaging and boring. but i think personal recount was better...
"write about a memorable time in your secondary school life."
and before the paper i had already planned about writing on basketball...although i don't play it.
so yup. started the paper with returning to the school hall, basketball court...how it was so familar yet so foreign. remembered how noisy it used to be...
flashback, remembered about the basketball championships. the defening silence before the start of the match and how i was annoyed at how something so soundless and silet as silence could distract me from the game. the whistle sounded(are whistles blown at the games? i dunno) and my rival and i chased after the ball, he got the ball and flung the ball toward the hoop...thoughts feelings scared dissappointed etc. looked away. thought i lost. crowd was cheering "je-re-my! je-re-my! je-re-my!" but then fell silent. i was surprised looked up and realised that the ball did not enter the hoop. took the ball, and headed it towards the hoop, the crowd was cheering but i blocked out all sound. this was the silence of determination, when i hear it, i get strength. then i dunked the ball. crowd went silent for a moment, the silence of winning. then cheered like they've never cheered before. i won.
now, as i stand in this basketball court, the place where i went through so much joy.
the place that taught me so much, i felt a tinge of sadness. the place that would be reduced to ashes and bricks. As i shared this new silence with myself, i felt lost.

This silence, was the silence of death.

oh and the inspiration for the silence thingy came from this book called "going going" that i read yesterday...
the quote goes like this

"if there could be silence like a pool of spilled paint. Silence strung like a clothesline with nothing on it."

the last part gave me a feeling that silence was lonely. A clothesline with no clothes means no inhabitance, no inhabitance means no one is there, when there is no one, it is lonely. therefore silence is lonely.
and i thought of the show "dive" where this guy said that diving was a sport that with every win, you get lonlier.
so sports and silence? and bam, i thought of basketball... oh and vanessa(who sits behind me) also wrote about basketball, cool or what?

pray hope that i'll get a good grade for it. back to top?