My World, Your World #1

It is with great pleasure that I speak of this topic today. I'm sure you are all wondering why I say my world and your world when obviously we all live on this same world. Nay, I am not taking time out of my busy life to write about mother earth, she has enough fans as it is.

The world I am talking about today is the world as seen by teenagers, where each of us are as if confined to our own little world surrounded by members of our collective clique where nothing you ever did was wrong, nobody would bother to take the time to look at you apart from your friends, and nobody wanted to lead you away from this madness.

Oh my, I seem to sound angsty, I apologize that is not at all my intention. That was merely a way to start things off. My life is a rather interesting one as you may see. I hope you may apologize as I may have dramatized it a bit. 

Alright, let me begin from the years I was in pre-school. My pre-school life was a very odd time when we were first taught to use computers, we got into pitiful fights with each other over the silliest of things but that was the life back then. No divisions between the smarts the dumbs, the hots the nots. Of course, that was pre-school. If life stayed that simple there wouldn't be war.

Of course, pre-school won't last forever and before I knew it I was forced to primary. Jeez, I remember the first few months like it was yesterday. Clinging on to my mom's car even as it started moving, causing a fuss so that all the teachers would get pissed and all the stuff kids would love to do. Of course that couldn't go on forever and I stopped being such a little bastard after awhile. My teachers found a way to control me which I never found out what, but I do remember being an unnecesary dick in my early primary days. I even told teacher that doing their homework was boring because it wasn't challening. Oh if only I could say that about my homework these days. Haih. 

In primary, especially as I got older, I was an unnecesarily angry kid. I guess my brain must have matured faster or I wasn't just able to control my emotions, but I almost committed suicide and attacked fellow students when I was younger. All of it was provoked of course , but looking back, if the things that provoked me then were to happen to me now, I wouldnt even take notice. My oh my, my youth was embarassing. 

Of course, primary is never complete without monkey love. I did have people I was in to back in my youth but it never came to fruitation. Didn't have the balls then. Still don't have the balls today. 

Damn, I seem to have drifted from the topic at hand, It is here during the primary school days that the rifts start forming, different groups all hanging together. Here however, I was still comfortable, because I grew up with many of them and I could count on them. I didn't have many friends back in those days but the one's I did have I cherish till today. 

End part 1

post two,

A man jogging early in the morning, his head lost in thought. His body was well toned and he had scars apparent on his exposed arms. His well kept hair also revealed that we may have been involved in either the armed forces or something of that equivalent.

"Every morning the same routine, wake up early, get some jogging done, do some gym work then off to work. Can't life be any more interesting?" he muttered to himself. Little did he know he would regret this words not much later.

I was finishing my normal jogging route when I saw some blood on the trail and signs of a struggle. I paused and began searching for whatever else I can. As I was looking through the dense bush, I saw something sparkle out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to face it and I saw something that would shock most people, the body of a teenage boy floating in a ditch. Oh jeez, this is going to cause some unnecessary problems for me.

I took out my cell phone and called the cops. It didn't take them long for them to arrive and make a fuss out of things. The body was fished out of the ditch and they were checking him over when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a pretty experienced looking officer looking me straight in the eye. I could only manage a "May I be of assistance officer" before he motioned to his car. This was going to be a looong day.

Post One, Reentry to the writing world

A man, roughly 5 feet 9 inches tall, slaving away at his computer. He had messy black hair and thick black rimmed glasses. He was wearing only his boxers and a bathrobe. He wasn't the most appealing person to the eyes but he wasn't a slob either. Weights and other exercise gadgets were strewn around the floor as if just after use. He suddenly paused and stared at the table.

The table is covered in memories. Moments in time too precious to throw, yet too painful to keep my eye's on them. I wiped away the lone tear that formed around my eye. I saved the file that contained my life story and headed to the kitchen to grab a mug of coffee. I lived in a very simple place. Apartment number 13 on the 13th floor of my condominium. It isn't too shabby but since most people think that the number 13 is extremely unlucky, I got the place for a bargain price. The apartment was divided into 4 rooms, A bathroom, a bedroom, kitchen and also my living room. Strangely though the biggest room is the bathroom, but at the very least it's something to talk about with people.

Well anyways when I got to the kitchen, everything seemed serene enough. I started boiling some water on the stove, grabbed my special mug and started mixing in the coffee mix. I loved my coffee a wee bit sweet so I added some condensed milk into the coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, I heard someone knock on my door. I opened the door and I saw my buddy Andrew collapse. He smelt of alcohol.

I thought to myself, I owe him enough to let him lie there for a bit. And that's where my trouble begins.

End Post 1.

Tagged lulz

By both Lweez and Adam.

The Meme:
Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with sixteen random things, habits or goals about you. At the end, choose six people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave a comment (“You’re tagged!”), and to read your blog, you can’t tag a person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you've posted your blog, so I can see your weirdness.

1. I obsess to much about rugby

2. I have a fluctuating ego, it goes high and it goes low all the time.

3. My faith in humanity is very low, hence I am easily joyed by other's accomplishments (bad experience in the past)

4. I am still recovering from a bad relationship way back in the past

5. I rarely share my sad feelings, my happy feelings however, I love to share

6. I enjoy when other's enjoy themselves.

7. Gaming used to be a bigger part of my life than it is today.
8. I have this obsession with making money, I have no real goal other than to make lots of money and sit on it.

9. My views on certain things are considered strange by some

10. I lack a sense of humour

11. I am rather indecisive and also tend to change my opinion on things alot

12. I believe myself to be open minded even though I may not be

13. I believe people have more faith in me than they should

14. I am a major nerd 

15. I used to post on forums alot, now I keep forgetting to (see: getting older)

16. My mind wanders from thinking everyone is a total idiot or geniuses, it's negative and positive that way

Tagging:
Nadia
Azzief
Rezal
Aunty Najwa :P
Naomi
And hanaan x)

My Dream Their Reality

I sit there, merely giving them the briefests of acknowledgements as they speak their own language. Not once do I say that I do not understand them, that I do not understand their sharp words that are aimed at me. I merely allow them their fun, for what is life without fun. I smile and pay for my food and I am off, excusing myself with sweet words to allow them to enjoy themselves in their merrymaking.

I arrive at my place, sit back and think. For that is all I have left to myself these days and nights. For better or for worse I have come to a place where many roads lie before me and I have willingly chosen the one with more peril but promises most gain. Every step I take brings me ever closer to the limits of my sanity, my saving grace lies no more within the material world for that is I, one who holds nothing dear any longer. 

Many a day I have come to my study where I have no more left in me to smile, and those around me show their concern. Though my heart knows their concern is true my mind corrupts it as trust becomes rarer and rarer to place. Never before have I faltered in placing my trust but as it is, I may soon loose faith in more things than was ever thought possible.

Many times I have opted to go seperate ways when I was in the company of the people I know. They see me sit down and write, and though in reality I just needed to escape from the confines of their norm, I bait them to believe I am busy as not to hurt their feelings. I feel myself losing my grip on myself, as if I no longer even know who I am.

These problems tear at my very being day in and day out but I keep hoping to myself I'd cure myself of this sad state of depression. May those who it may concern in these blog never figure out it is they that I speak of.

Workout.

Superset
10x Hindu Pushups
20x Regular Squats
10x Crunches
10x Leg Raises

2 sets.

10x Regular Pushups
10x Heel Raises per leg.
10x Supermans
20s Plank

I'm on the road back to fitness, These occasional posts will keep myself motivated. As it is I am VERY unfit

The night was silent. The sounds of animals and insects strangely silenced. A group of hunters numbering 6 was stealthily treading the dangerous terrain in search of food for their village. There was a strange unexplainable phenomena happening in the village where food would not grow and where water began pooling one day the next that very same spot was as barren as the desert.

The hunters suddenly heard a roar that sounded as if it came from the bowel's of hell. All the hunters dropped to their knees in fear for as long as the roar lasted. After taking a moment to steel their hearts they began getting up, they were afraid, confused and perhaps, doomed yet they still continued moving around the plains into a forested area. They had no choice for if they did not bring back food that night their people would starve. When they reached the forested area, their luck seemed to turn good as they found an abundance of animals such as deer. They took their time to down the deer and other animals before tying them up and headed home.

On the return trip the hunters felt a sudden unease in their hearts as they suddenly remembered the roar. They didn't know where it came from or even what it was. Fearing for their village now, they rushed back as fast as they could with the food in tow. When they arrived at the village, they could not believe their eyes. The village looked as if it was attacked by an entire army. The guards laid dead at their posts, their body minced into pieces, the men of the village lay dead in front of the chapel. A lone hunter went inside the chapel to see if his worse fears were true. As he stepped inside the chapel, his worst fears were confirmed as he saw the bodies of the women and children carelessly tossed around. He walked around checking if any were alive. Suddenly, he heard the wailing of a single child coming from near the stand. He ran to the stand and found the child covered in white silk untouched by the carnage.

The hunter brought the child out of the chapel to meet with the other hunters. The hunters were slowly coming out each building, their faces filled with despair. They slowly began noting the damages. The buildings were mostly unscathed save those that had people thrown into them. Whatever it was clearly came just to kill them. They decided that it was not safe here and they made their way to the city. They vowed they would avenge their town. As for the child, it was named Gabriel. And this is his story.

End part one.
Author's notes
Didn't want it to be a two or three parter. it just happened, tbc.