Deciperous Moments With Magic Rings

The Tarts at Kont-Mieng

"Pi-parr-barr, pi-parr-barr, super-duper you'll get them! "

You can always see, somewhere in Kont-Mieng District of Happleton, what Hapdonians do for a living.

Some put Madonna posters side-by-side from McDrenal's, in show-of-support for their Catholicism.

Some others liken the more United side of God, and prefer Allah Vaikhbar being placed on the cars, while counting on the more pious side of Life.

Others are largely flurrious when pertaining to their religious philosophies. Occasionally, Ginormous-Influencers (Gincers) appear, and most people just enjoy being their supporter as well, even for other Gincers as well.

For Jenny, it is simply as-simple-as-it-can-get, for she finally uses past tense to contemplate for her occasionally-fabulous thoughts.

Just as I thought I would have differed for the other side of Life.

It was a specific, Louisiana, Kentucky or Korean kind of Love, at the universally-celebrated season.

That was the day before, and she woke up in the brisk, klepto-hepto-centric, chaotic ways of the marketplace, grasping thoughts on what better to upgrade her Life again.

Oh, she had a Chick-a-thon yesterday, she was then at the centre-of-action. Yuley bought breakfast, in asas Southeast-Asian Market, Brany visited the Korean Hypermarket for Dayables, while she was sitting by a Chinese Cantonese hawker, savouring her bok-bing and cheongfun.

As New Waves came into full form, the particular hawker stall, sells only vegetables, chicken and fish. Mammals came out-of-the-question to the seller.

The Breakfast Shop, or some called it Bakery, was simply next to the Hawker Stall, selling exquisite tarts and patisserie to the loyalists and visitors.

Dayables, as the Hapdonians called thstpeir groceries that way, was slightly more than groceries in their eyes. Reloads, postpaids, traditional, state-of-the-arts, all could be found if their heart had the specifics.

Bro. Samuel and Cashellore were Jenny's parents. Cashellore was in the mood of making her exquisite puffs-salmon fish puffs to be exact.

It was not unusual to circumnavigate the world of culinary arts in Cashellore's Kitchen-from Teriyaki Fish, Moroccan Chicken, to Carribean Wings or even Peranakan Bojari Rice, the antlers of her culinary feats seemed to exceed the seven boundaries of humankind-all for the better Good.

Their jolly good neighbour, the Vaikhbrell family, also pride themselves with the making of festive cookies, according to what they say, the Messianic Calendar is for the better Good, they would not play exception to the celebratory mood, in clear reciprocation to Peace.

Normiel was also living nearby. He often invited Jenny and another friend Lenmark, for a game called "Wanghost's Hospital"together.

In the game, the players can either play as workers, patients, managers or even police, at a server-generated medical facility.

They specifically liked the half-hourly random play of the game.

Lenmark, who was attending the same-level course as Jenny did, was nonetheless a year younger than she.

He blinkered a bit, while clicking the mouse and sometimes touch-screened as well, looking with a little bit of exasperation, gasping for more.

Jenny tried to play as normally as she could, where she also witnessed patient-ghosts locking up others temporarily to scare them, something which was awful enough.

She felt the most helpless when she played any roles, an enlightenment that came to no surprise after a month when Lenmark dropped a message to her,

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"Guess what? I graduated from 'Wanghost's Hospital', you know, it hadn't been anything more enlightening than to actually let the characters automate themselves. When I was free, I just watched them 'acting'. Cool yeah? "

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Both of them temporarily agreed. It was not any kind of "PP love" to them, yes, they had a tingling feeling to their visage. Not knowing what to do, they continued their viewing of the game, until one police officer in the game stopped their spontaneity and in-the-flow-ness.

The police said they were into an investigation. Both of them exchanged phone messages, saying they were surprised by the game's ingenuity. Nonetheless, parental warning was still in their mind. You got it right! No credentials that are deemed to expose your family to danger (including you and your friends!) should ever be exposed via the Internet.

Cool breeze were starting to be felt. That was also an opportune time for them to make a tour to Jaysinma, a town near Happleton, to a variety of food, entertainment and enjoyment.

They chanced upon a temple, more nicely called Jaysinma Temple, to pray there.

When asked for offerings, they used the local currency, with Islamic symbols adorning the banknotes.

Later, they visited a Japanese school and had a good cultural exchange. They played soccer (as the Japanese called it) and Lenmark's Team won. Jenny felt it somehow much-less-romantic and silenced herself with some curry puffs.

It was two days later, where they found themselves awarded gold, in the way of Japanese Zen.

It was also probational to them to try out of their world, they eventually visited an Islamic Bank, feeling surprised at how peaceful and serene that really was, and it was a tonne of even more surprises to them that the bank asked one of its staff to award them two Crosses-of-Peace, in recognition to their friendly conduct.

Before Lenmark left, he was also interviewed by Tellymes Magazine, saying that he was a Real Champion of Peace.

But wait! Just before Lenmark arrived back at Happleton, he surprised himself to know that a Hindu temple awarded Jenny a Brahmin's Award for Humanitarianism, something Lenmark himself felt unprecedented.

That was before he knew that Jenny's Father, Bro. Samuel was arranged for an exclusive Interview by Super-Columbian News Network.

Just if somehow, Lenmark imagined Jenny getting a secret, magic ring, somewhere under Stephenelle Bridge.

Could there really be?

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