Author's Note: This is my entry for the EasterStory competition. More information can be found here: https://www.habbobites.com/article/competition-easter-story In the city of HabboBitesville, An old, loud orphanage stood still. There lived a girl named Lala who was very peculiar. Believing in the actual Easter Bunny, the other kids (mainly @DarrenChan) deemed her as a loser. But Lala pay no heed to their teasing As she waited for Easter Day, the next morning. Easter Day had arrived. “What a time to be alive!” She screeched, as she ran towards her tree on the hill. She waited for the Easter bunny while watching the other kids play with thrill. She waited and waited till the sun set. Her expectations was sadly not met. As she was about to leave, She noticed something that again made her believe. A bush rustled furiously before going stationary. Lala walked towards the bush cautiously. Her eyes brightened with joy as she spotted A bright orange egg that was polka-dotted.  She lifted the egg to her nose. It was the fragrant smell of chocolate which she loved the most.  To her surprise, there were more eggs forming a trail! She followed it without fail. From the top of the hill to the base. That’s where she saw it, face to face. It was a giant bunny with a top hat standing on its hind legs, Carrying a basket full of colourfully-decorated ....

Author’s Note (1): This is a poem entry for the writing competition “Nelly Poem”. More information can be found in the following link: https://www.habbobites.com/article/competition-nelly-poem Update [15/03/2018]: This poem won 1st place! Incredibly honoured and proud of this piece. Thank you sooo much for picking me :3 A tale was born in the Kingdom of HabboBites. Of a knight who roamed the jungle for many nights.  Searching for the monster that devastated the HabboBites land.  This creature would perish in FunkyHabbo's hands. High and low, near and far. But all he could see were trees and the stars. A loud shriek could be heard unexpectedly. Could this be the fabled, monstrous Golden Nelly? Funkyhabbo dashed towards the sound. The source of the shriek was then found. His eyes opened wide with shock. The poor Nelly was stuck in between large rocks.  The Golden Nelly looked at him in fright. As if it hadn't seen humans in a good light. Empathy filled Funkyhabbo as he looked into its fearful eyes. And then he knew that the fabled monster was a lie.  With his strength and wisdom, FunkyHabbo figured out a way for the Nelly's freedom. He used a thick log in his surrounding as leverage. Pushing the rocks apart, freeing the Nelly from its accidental cage. Offering its trunk to FunkyHabbo, the Nelly sworn its loyalty. From then on, the Nelly followed ....

Author’s Note (1): This is an entry for the writing competition “Australia Day Short Story”. More information can be found in the following link: https://www.habbobites.com/article/campc-weekly-site-competition Author’s Note (2) : I feel like I didn’t write as well as how I used to. Perhaps it’s because of the lack of writing practices or motivation to write. Maybe the next story will be better. Who knows? (:  Disclaimer: Not all of the facts (eg: How to start trekking in the Kakadu National Park) found in the story are true. The places are real though so close enough (: When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When life gives you an adventure, you just get on it. And that’s what I did. I bravely took up on darrenchan’s sudden offer when we were talking in a HabboBites event room. It was quite a spontaneous and bold decision, with me being a tad scared of the world. But how do you overcome your fear of the world? Well, by going to the most dangerous country of course! Australia, a country where you can find all its venomous, poisonous and murderous animals in every corner. With faith in darrenchan’s plans and expertise of the country and my life in his hands, here I was! In Australia. I met up with darrenchan at the Darwin Airport and we discussed about the itinerary of ....

Note: (1) This story is an entry for Jamie's Story Competition. Word limits have always been my enemy! ):< I had to cut down a lot of words to barely fit the 1000 words limit. Initially, I wanted to include all 6 characters but due to the word limits, I only managed to include 4 characters. Perhaps when I'm motivated and free, I'll post an Uncut version of this story which could include all the 6 characters (: Here it goes! (2) IO stands for Interrogation Officer (3) Update [21/10/2017]: This entry won 1st place! Wowzers :D So grateful and honoured that this piece managed to get 1st place :D Hurhurhur. This is like my 2nd time writing horror/thriller (?) genres. Writing this piece has been a blast! I hope to enter more writing competitions in the future (: As an aspiring horror author, I’ve researched abandoned places around town, looking for writing materials. I crossed out every single location on my list except for this last one, an old police station. I looked towards the sky, hoping for a miracle but all I saw were ominous dark clouds gathering above me.   I entered the dark station with a flashlight in hand. The pounding of my heart echoed as I scanned the room with my flashlight. Everything was intact. Suddenly, I heard a small creak near the counter. I quickly turned and walked towards the sound. It was an opened drawer. Inside, a box ....

Take a deep breath Until both sides of your heart get numb Until it hurts a little Let out your breath even more Until you feel like there’s nothing left inside It’s alright if you run out of breath No one will blame you It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes Because anyone can do so Although comforting by saying it’s alright Are just words Someone’s breath. That heavy breath How can I see through that? Though I can’t understand your breath It’s alright I’ll hold you It’s alright if you run out of breath No one will blame you It’s okay to make mistakes sometimes Because anyone can do so Although comforting by saying it’s alright Are just words Someone’s breath. That heavy breath How can I see through that? Though I can’t understand your breath It’s alright I’ll hold you Even if others think your sigh Takes out energy and strength I already know That you had a day that’s hard enough To let out even a small sigh Now don’t think of anything else Let out a deep sigh Just let it out like that Someone’s breath. That heavy breath How can I see through that? Though I can’t understand your breath It’s ....

I need an airbag Before I hit the great sadness that approaches On nights that I don’t want to go home, The taxi driver only avoids the shortcuts On the radio, the DJ and the guests who laugh too easily just talk They don’t play music and the conversation gets longer Usually, I don’t like listening to that so I would’ve asked to change the station But whatever, there isn’t a song that I want to listen to anyway They keep blabbing so my thoughts are on mute Laughter bursts from words that I don’t pay attention to Seeing as how even the stone-faced taxi driver starts to laugh I guess it’s a popular saying that is trending these days Perhaps I’m the only island Afterwards, someone introduces a requested song A sad song that I used to really like at one point I wonder if that person is alone as well In a place where a long day can rest I need an airbag Before I hit the great sadness that approaches I need an airbag It’s too late to avoid it There are so many things to take care of these days I can’t even get properly drunk But it’s not like I avoid drinking sessions Maybe it’s because I don’t want to be alone Or is it because I want ....

Note: This is my entry for the #SpringTimeisHere competition. I just like to document my writing entries into this blog for memories sake (: Update [19/09/2017]: Oh snayuupp! This poem won 2nd place! I'm honoured that this short poem manage to win something. I'll definitely work harder to write more poems/stories especially in the horror department. ((: Winter has ended, Spring is here. Number of outdoor activities boosted. What a wonderful time of the year. More kids are camping in the woods. More kids to feed on as I appear. After a long winter break, finally there's food. It's most definitely the best time of the year. #SpringTimeIsHere #Horror  Author's Thoughts: This is definitely one of the first few times I tried to write a horror story. I will definitely brush up on my writing skills, especially in the Horror department. More creepypastas for inspiration? Perhaps. ;)....

Note: To be honest, I just had a sudden urge to write this random short post. It just came to my mind out of the blue. It's my first non-fictional post so I'm not really good at giving vivid description but I hope you enjoy this piece.  After a long day out, you trudge home and open your bedroom door. Your whole body feels like it’s sinking, being pulled by gravity. With heavy steps, you head straight to your bed. You simply let your body fall as your bed embraces you. As if it’s welcoming you. As soon as your head hits the pillow, your eyelids feel heavy. Closing your eyes, your train of thoughts starts to wander. Your worries, questions and thoughts all on replay. But slowly and surely, those thoughts will fade away. One by one. The muscles in your body starts to unwind from your legs to your body. To your hands. To your shoulders. To your head. Lastly, to your mind. It feels as if all your burdens are lifted, freed from its chains. Then, everything went black. There’s a small glimmer of light as your consciousness held its hand out, waiting for you to accept it. “Relax.” It says. “It’ll all be fine.” It says. In your heart, without a doubt, you trust it. You slowly reach out for its hand and grasp it. You follow your consciousness’ ....

Note (1) : It’s been awhile since I last wrote a story so I’m sorry if it’s not as funny or interesting as it used to be. In celebration of HabboBites’ official status, I’ve riled up my brain juices in order to bring forth this story. I hope you like it! Feel free to leave a like or a comment on what you think of the story and if there’s any improvements I can make in the future. Note (2) : This is actually a sequel to my other story, "A Very HabboBites Christmas". You can find the prequel in my blog! Once upon a Summer night, In the Kingdom of HabboBites. There lived a Queen and King. House and FunkyHabbo, the royals with the golden rings. After a whole day of royal duties, They sat on the balcony, admiring the beauty. As House was sipping her tea, She then foretold another prophecy. “The King with the golden ring, Must use a sacred object that blings. To stop the Indoors and Outdoors ancient rivalry, For it is his destiny.” “Memories of past resides, In the object you must seek. But beware of the dangers inside, The cave of Mount Oblique.” An answer has been given, To the question, long unanswered. Another quest has begun. Oh, this was gonna be a lot of fun. The morning sun rose brilliantly. Excited but worried, FunkyHabbo seems to be. ....

Disclaimer: There is no correlation between this story and real beliefs about heaven or hell. This simply refers to the game in Habbo. If you are offended by this, why are you and I don’t care. Just kidding. Apologies if it did offend you!   In a typical day of judgements, the Gatekeepers of Heaven and Hell were taking a break from discussing and deciding the souls’ entry to either Heaven or Hell.   Heaven: Gosh it only takes a minute to judge one but we still have 4 billion people more to go! Not only that, judging is hard cause it’s so subjective!   Hell: Tell me about it.   Heaven: Hey. I got an idea. Why don’t we just place a banzai in each of our domain, have the soul step on another banzai  and let fate decide.   Hell: Deal, but you gotta let me have 2 banzais. We always need more souls :)   Heaven: Sure! Heaven’s getting overcrowded anyways. :P   Hell: Lightbulb. To solve both of our problems and needs, for every 2 minutes, the souls in heaven will have to step on the banzai again.   Heaven: Bruh…. Best idea ever. I like the way you think.   Both the Gatekeepers nodded and fistbumped.   And that was how Heaven or Hell was made.  ....

Erick and the younger twins,Jason and Larry, were having a blast playing football in their backyard. Erick was the goalkeeper while Jason and Larry took turns being on the offense and defense. It was Jason’s turn to be on offense. He dribbled the ball, aiming for the makeshift goal post consisting of just 2 slippers, marking the goal post’s length. He was getting closer and closer until Larry accidentally kicked his leg, attempting to steal the ball. Larry looked towards Jason apologetically, his eyes begging for mercy. The game stopped and tension rose. Jason was going to pummel Larry. However, before he could do so, their mother called them in. It was getting late. Larry heaved a sigh of relief, safe from the angry monster.   As soon as they entered the house, their stomachs grumbled in unison. The football drained them immensely.   “Mum, we’re hungry. Is there anything good to eat?” said Erick.   “I’ve just stocked up the fridge. I’ll cook something up after I’m done unloading these groceries. Just grab anything in the meantime alright?” their mother replied as she was walking up the stairs to put the toiletries in their bathrooms.   “Oh yay! I hope she bought my favourite snack. You know I love…” Larry stopped mid-sentence. His excitement as he opened the fridge door and grabbed something was replaced by disappointment.   &....

En was walking down the streets of HabboBites City, through the apartment complex, on her way back from work. The sun was setting and the city was still bustling with life. It was a beautiful day to end with. All of a sudden, En heard screams of rage coming from one of the apartments ahead. It was so loud, she could hear it from a block away.   “How annoyingly tragic.” En sighed with irritation. She just stuck both of her earbuds in and turn up the music. She was not going to let it ruin her evening.   Suddenly, she heard the loud shattering of glass of that very apartment. A chair flew out of the window, landing right in front of her. En was dumbstruck. She could have almost died! Another passerby dialled for the police, worried that the domestic abuse might escalate.   En stood still, a million of thoughts running through her mind but one weird thought was constant, “That’s actually a nice chair. It matches my house perfectly.”   As soon as she reached out her hand to take the chair home, Kreasa immediately snatched it, dusted the glass off and sat on it. She looked towards En with a stern face, as if to give her a message, “Dibs. GG.”   And that was how Falling Furni was made. ....

Welcome one and all! I'm constantly asking myself random questions. Why is the sky blue? Why are people walking so slow? Why is an orange called orange? You get the idea :) So one day, I asked myself. How are Habbo games made? What inspired them to have these rules and gameplay? And *drumrolls* this is how I made up a short-story series called "How Games are Made" series. In short, HGAM series. This is how I imagine them to be made. I'll post these whenever I have some ideas.  Disclaimer: These short stories are fictional and hereby no relations to whatever real-life events/beliefs/theories. Enjoy the series! ....

Note: This was for the forum competition :) Update [01/06/2017]: This story won the competition! I'd like to thank my cast for making my story awesome! P.S: I won't pay you though. Yall are interns which means work for experience and not pay :3 Featuring: @PotatoPower @Kreasa @Giam @BryanYH @Larry @Funkyhabbo  The seagulls flew and cawed over the cloudless blue sky. The sun shone down brilliantly as the heat waves travelled across my pixelated body. I woke up to find Kreasa, GiamCai and BryanYH scattered within my surroundings, still in their deep sleep. I staggered towards the others with the sudden aches to my body and woke them up. BryanYH was the hardest to wake up… as usual. I asked each and every one of them but they were just as clueless as I was. How did we even end up here?  We huddled together and explored our green surroundings, looking for answers. Trees stood tall and mighty with branches reaching for the skies and the floor was covered with dead leaves and insects that seemed rather deadly. We walked towards the sound of waves crashing onto rocks and chanced upon a deserted beach. There were no signs of anyone ever being there except for a run-down hut along with a well near the edge of the jungle. Wait a minute… it all looks familiar.  Suddenly, a loud siren pierced the air followed by a low voice.  “Uhmm ....

A Very HabboBites Christmas Once upon a Christmas Eve Night In the Kingdom of HabboBites There lived a hobo Named Funkyhabbo Sitting on the cold, hard street With nothing but a blanket to cover his feet. But then he heard a melody, Carried by the wintery wind. A melody so sorrowful but sweet. Oh, it must be House, the young Queen. “My queen, what saddens thee” Funkyhabbo asked with a tone of worry. “This Christmas is nothing without a king” She replied while still singing. “I shall be the king of your dreams” Funkyhabbo smiled with a gleam. “The only one who can retrieve the golden rings” “Shall be the best king of the kings” House foresee The unofficial Christmas prophecy. And so he began his perilous mission With the goal of House’s heart and the crown as his vision.  The rings were rumoured to have been stolen By the bandits of the forgotten. In the mountain tops was where they lived Where the treasures were taken by thieves.  As the sun sank to its slumber, Funkyhabbo begins to wander. With night vision goggles and a dagger in hand, He climbed up the mountain into the bandits’ land.  Voices echoed throughout the cave, Funkyhabbo analysed the clues that the noises gave. There were three How hard could this be? He crept slowly but surely Two were ladies and one was burly. Funkyhabbo reached for ....

Note: This was an entry for a story-telling competition I took part in :) Chapter 1: The Beginning Under the starry night, as I lay my head on the pixelated purple sleeping bag with my trusty green katana by my side, I gazed upon the ancient stars as they filled the sky one by one and listened to the rustling of the leaves in the jungle. Adventure is love, adventure is life and adventure is nothing without experiencing it with my closest companions: PinkishPhoenix, -SBSTransit, Mr.Bryian and Guitarenchi.  “Hey guys. I gotta go pee.” He interrupted his own bongos session with the urgent announcement, got up and left but the rest of us just carried on with whatever we were doing. Suddenly, we heard a girly scream coming from the trees behind us. We grabbed our weapons and firefly lanterns, cautiously approaching the trees.  We found Mr.Bryian, face-planted into a pile of leaves and his pants all wet. We were struggling to hold in our laughter at the sight of this embarrassing moment until mr.bryian spoke. He mumbled, his face still planted into the pile of leaves while struggling to get up. “Can you not be so tragic mr.bryian? We can’t hear what you’re mumbling about.” Guitarenchi spoke with such sass as she attempted to keep her face straight but inevitably let out a few chuckles here and there. Mr.Bryian pointed to his feet ....