350 calories burned today! Like finally, I reached my target. =) To think that I burned only 100+ calories when I first stepped into a gym. Lol. Yes, you can do it.
I'm gonna be 42kg soon...And I've just continued writing The Boyfriend Slayer! Don't mind if this part is a bit lousier than the first. I think my brain is a bit hay-wired after all the running in the gym.
The Boyfriend Slayer (continued)Every night, at random streets, in deserted alleys, Camilla would have her hands on a random, unfaithful man. Camilla has been killing unfaithful men since the day...
"I don't believe it...no!" Camilla screamed out all the agony that gradually built up in her heart. Hot tears streamed down Camilla's pretty face and she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Her tears had become her voice. "Camilla...I'm really sorry to make you so upset...but...I just...don't love you anymore..." Zack's voice trailed off...
Zack and Camilla had been a loving couple since they were young. Yes, they were childhood sweethearts. For Camilla, knowing Zack seemed like the most fortunate thing that has happened in her life. Since she was a little girl, she was always comfortable and happy being with him. Then, she knew that this was the guy for her, in this life. Zack was also comfortable and happy being with Camilla. She was the girl that made his life brighter, happier. As a kid, he felt that he had an affinity with this girl, like they were meant to be together. Zack and Camilla grew up together, and one day, they both realized that they were more than mortals. In fact, they had superhuman powers; Camilla could see a heavy, yellow aura surrounding men who were unfaithful; Zack had a really reliable sixth sense which helped him through times of adversity.
Camilla looked at the man standing in front of her. The man she knew since young. Zack. He looked down; he could not bear to look Camilla in the eye. Camilla kept her eyes on the man. He looked stunning as always. A tall-framed man with blond hair swept to the side, bringing attention to his captivating lime-green eyes. The ends of his blond hair were dyed green, complimenting his eyes. He always wore oversized shirts with abstract words and pictures which accentuated his lanky frame, complete with baggy, denim jeans and a pair of sports shoes. She smiled at him, half-laughing, and half-crying. Camilla was still unable to comprehend what came out of his alluring lips just a few seconds ago. "Zack, don't make such jokes next time." Camilla got up and pecked Zack on the cheek. A teardrop fell on Zack's cheek. "Baby, I will always love you." Zack felt Camilla's soft lips and a wetness on his cheek, and his sixth sense told him that he would regret what he said to her. Camilla looked at Zack in the eye one last time, before going off. Zack thought he saw a look of delirium in those purple eyes.
Camilla walked out of Zack's house and into the streets. The streets, as always, were bustled with activity. She walked aimlessly into the swarm of people, replaying Zack's voice in her head. "Camilla, there's something I have to tell you. Yesterday night, I listened to my heart and it told me that the place reserved for that special someone was not you now but...Rosalle." She laughed out loud, a kind of tortured laughter from a prisoner-of-war. People on the streets stared at her, but she didn't seem to notice. Rosalle. She just couldn't believe it. Zack, the one whom she has trusted completely with her heart since she was a little girl, loves someone else now? It seemed to her, that the world has just been turned upside down. And the someone else is Rosalle, her childhood friend? As the situation processed in her head, she felt giddy. Her heart was aflame with anger and hatred; her senses were overcharged. She felt the need to act. Right now. A voice in her head told her to get rid of the overwhelming feelings in her body. Listening to the voice, she walked quickly, in search for a man with a heavy, yellow aura. She needed justice to be done. And that was to slay all the unfaithful men in the world.
After killing her easy target, Camilla felt an indescribable sense of pleasure, tingling her senses. Yet her heart itched; she wanted more targets. Yes, she was hungry for more. And again, she walked down the streets, looking at random men. How she wished one of them would be surrounded by a heavy, yellow aura. A dirty-yellow aura.
To be continued...Again, I want comments, solid comments! Lol. Somehow I'm itching for comments...yes, I'm hungry for them...muahaha. Lol.
