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.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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.
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.
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)
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.
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.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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
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
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
short for july
The streets alive with a festival. Dancers displaying their grace and athleticism, musicians playing tunes both familiar and not so. There were also many minor games such as archery and wresting being held. The atmosphere of the festival is that of merry making. The streets filled with many stalls selling many trinkets and rarely found items. There was also a pub area close to the center of the street where people would gather together to drink and be merry. The pub area also had a very thick air of smoke about from all sorts of thinks people smoke from pipes to drugs.
In the back alleys of the streets, muscled men rush around carrying all sorts of barrels from those with food to the prizes for the games. They hurriedly but carefully open the storage boxes from which they then distribute the goods among the merchants. They are the ones who dispose of the trash the merrymakers leave and they are also the one stealthily keeping the peace. After the initial buzz these men slowly ease up and relax
The day slowly turns to night and the merry making begins to slow down. The back alley army awakens and starts clearing the mess that was left behind. With speed and unparalleled precision they cleared up the mess. The morning the day after the carnival, the carnival area was empty, no trash, no beer, no nothing that could indicate yesterday's festivities could be found. Most people who pass by wonder what happen to the mess but only the few who worked closely with the festival official knew who were the ones so capable of doing suck a feat overnight.
Without recognition or fame, just their monthly pay. The men gather their things and head for their next job.
Short for July. Not very good
In the back alleys of the streets, muscled men rush around carrying all sorts of barrels from those with food to the prizes for the games. They hurriedly but carefully open the storage boxes from which they then distribute the goods among the merchants. They are the ones who dispose of the trash the merrymakers leave and they are also the one stealthily keeping the peace. After the initial buzz these men slowly ease up and relax
The day slowly turns to night and the merry making begins to slow down. The back alley army awakens and starts clearing the mess that was left behind. With speed and unparalleled precision they cleared up the mess. The morning the day after the carnival, the carnival area was empty, no trash, no beer, no nothing that could indicate yesterday's festivities could be found. Most people who pass by wonder what happen to the mess but only the few who worked closely with the festival official knew who were the ones so capable of doing suck a feat overnight.
Without recognition or fame, just their monthly pay. The men gather their things and head for their next job.
Short for July. Not very good
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Short.
An eerie silence fills the savannah. The wild cheering and hooting of the wild tribes are nowhere to be heard. Missing too are the sounds of the animals. The land where many deemed unconquerable seemed subdued at this precious moment in time. Time seemed to inch very slowly in this place.
A man, who was lying still on the ground, slowly got up and began looking around. He was not at all disturbed by the strange scene that was before him. He had spent nights upon nights here and never did he find any other living thing save the trees. He also never grew tired nor did he need to feed or drink. It was something that this man had grown used to. His every moment was filled with immense loneliness. He sighed as he saw no one else had come.
The man resignedly sat on a rock and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the touch of warm gentle arms around him. He turned around and saw her. He began tearing and held her close. She smiled at him as he fixed her eyes upon her. They then held their gazes on each other before they just turned to the west and walked off.
A blaze, its fire’s dancing seductively reaching out to the skies. Men and women dancing feverishly around the fire. Sacrifices and gifts lay around the blaze. The wife of the former chief lay close to death in a grave beside her husband’s old grave. As the wife of the former chief drew her last breath, the dancing reached suddenly reached new heights of fervor then abruptly stopped. Mourning began and the body was buried. The sacrifices and gifts were buried around the graves. Then the wife’s body was lit ablaze as her husband’s before her before finally being buried.
The man and woman from before dancing happily in their eerie world, glad after being reunited after so long.
A man, who was lying still on the ground, slowly got up and began looking around. He was not at all disturbed by the strange scene that was before him. He had spent nights upon nights here and never did he find any other living thing save the trees. He also never grew tired nor did he need to feed or drink. It was something that this man had grown used to. His every moment was filled with immense loneliness. He sighed as he saw no one else had come.
The man resignedly sat on a rock and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the touch of warm gentle arms around him. He turned around and saw her. He began tearing and held her close. She smiled at him as he fixed her eyes upon her. They then held their gazes on each other before they just turned to the west and walked off.
A blaze, its fire’s dancing seductively reaching out to the skies. Men and women dancing feverishly around the fire. Sacrifices and gifts lay around the blaze. The wife of the former chief lay close to death in a grave beside her husband’s old grave. As the wife of the former chief drew her last breath, the dancing reached suddenly reached new heights of fervor then abruptly stopped. Mourning began and the body was buried. The sacrifices and gifts were buried around the graves. Then the wife’s body was lit ablaze as her husband’s before her before finally being buried.
The man and woman from before dancing happily in their eerie world, glad after being reunited after so long.
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