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2010-04-09T01:00:00.001-07:00

new blog: here

-newshortstory!-

2010-01-28T03:21:00.000-08:00

Being orphaned is never easy; but being orphaned and taking care of another is a whole different level of not easy.

As Crip made his way around the 'shelter', Jabbs came up following from behind holding a bag. Each orphan placed their coins in the bag, and Jabbs gave a mocking smile to each one.

Finally, he reached Tyler, and Tyler dropped his two copper coins into the bag.

Jabbs made to move on, but stumbled into Crip.

"Ahem. I think you're forgetting something."

Crips raised an eyebrow in the girl's direction.

Fuck.

"What?"

"Well well my dear Tyler, who's going to take care of our poor little friend there?"

The girl sat, cowering in the corner hugging her knees behind Tyler.

"How would I know, I've paid my dues. Ask her for hers."

Although Tyler couldn't hear it, she let out a small whimper.

Crip smirked, then spoke to the orphans, "We all know this is a cruel, dangerous world. All I ask from you is a simple token of your gratitude to me, for providing you with somewhere you can rest your head, a safe refuge after everyone you loved abandoned you. Is that not fair?"

He stared intensely at one of the boys, causing him to tumble back, and continued, "Now if she can't pay... what ever will we do? This shelter isn't free my dear friends! Who knows what could happen to our poor little angel here, out in this big wide world?"

He turned to face Tyler, and Tyler clenched his fists in frustration. "Will no one stand up for this poor child?" All the orphans shuffled back, or found the floorboards suddenly very interesting.

Useless fucks.

Tyler looked back at the girl, and caught her pleading eyes. Those big, pleading eyes.

Fuck.

"I'll have your money Crip. You useless swine." Jabbs immediately stepped forward and gave Tyler a kick, causing him to fall back beside her.

Looking down on Tyler, Crip replied, "Very well. Tomorrow," he paused then continued, "Or its your finger."

He smiled to himself and left with Jabbs following behind counting the days takings.

Tyler cursed and dusted himself down.

She tentatively reached a hand out to him, but he quickly swatted it away. She cowered back.

"Don't touch me. Look what you got us into. Now I'll have to pay for your share as well. Do you understand? I'll probably have to put in twice the effort, sweat twice the amount and perhaps maybe it all won't be enough and I'll have to lose a finger, and I can't even choose which one, I've grown quite comfortable to my ten little friends her."

She continued looking at him with downcast eyes, but he didn't give up. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING?"

She just continued staring at him.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Tyler got up and stormed off, with all the other orphans clearing the way.

Quietly, so that no one would notice, she started sobbing.

---

They called her Barbie, cause when Crip brought her in she was holding a doll.

"Now she won't be old enough to work, but she will be. Until then, one of you will have to pay for her rent."

Everyone shuffled back into the darkness, and Tyler in his infinite wisdom decided to stay rooted to the spot.

"Ah Tyler! Very well. You'll start paying tomorrow."

He turned and left, and the girl stood in the middle of the room holding the doll.

The gravity of the situation struck Tyler, and he mumbled softly, "Fuck."

She looked around shyly, then walked over to Tyler unsurely.

She sat down next to him, and he looked at her with disdain.

He managed a few instances of anger, before he was caught staring into her eyes.

Her big, enchanting eyes. It felt like he could get lost...

Fuck.

Shaking his head back to reality, he asked her, "You got a name?"

She continued looking at him, dumbfounded.

"Didn't you hear me? You got a name?"

She hesitated, looked at her doll and looked back at him.

"Great. You can't speak can you? Just great. My life just keeps getting better."

She tilted her head, and looked at the doll in her hands. She handed it over to him.

It was plastic, with long blonde hair and unnaturally large brown eyes. Just like hers.

There was a tag attached, and it read "BARBIE".

"Barbie huh. I guess that's a good a name as any."

He gave it back to her, and said, "Just catch some sleep now. I don't know where or how Crip got you, but you're probably going to need your energy."

---

Tyler got back later that night, drenched in rain. He was in a foul mood, and no one relished the thought of getting in his way.

Grumbling, he sat next to Barbie to let the rain dry off.

She looked at him, and he snapped, "What are you looking at!"

She gave a small gasp and backed away, taken aback by his anger.

Tyler sighed, then took out two copper coins from his pockets.

"Look, if you don't start working soon, you're going to have to get out of here. I'm never going to be able to steal enough for the both of us."

She turned to look at him blankly; albeit sadly, before he sighed again. "I hope you understand; I can't keep this up. Sooner or later someone is going to catch me, and then what for you?"

She just kept staring at him with her head low, and he sighed.

"Don't worry about that for now. Let's just go to sleep."

He lay down and faced the other way, while she held the coins close to her chest.

---

He didn't believe it at first. He had stolen a train ticket that night, and even the burden of Barbie couldn't dampen his spirits.

"With this, I can leave this place! I can travel to a whole different place, maybe where children like me will not need to steal. Do you have any idea what this means, Barbie? I'm going to be free!"

She looked at him, and for a moment he thought she seemed a bit sadder.

Probably just me putting emotions to her face.

He shrugged, then continued, "I can't wait for this! I'm going to leave tonight, when Crip lets us out for our rounds today! Then I won't have to see his bastard face anymore, and I won't have to pay his stinking tax!"

She looked away absent-mindedly, and looked back at him, seemingly sadder than before.

"Don't worry, with me gone, one of these other boys will be forced to take care of you. These fuckers can't keep relying on me!" Deep in his heart he knew it would be hard for the rest of them. But holding that ticket in his hand, he felt a new surge of hope.

Nothing would stop him from his freedom.

She looked around, and the rest of the orphans seemed defeated; tired. She looked back at him, and Tyler thought he saw fear in her eyes.

Her damn eyes...

His gaze was interrupted by the doors slamming open, and he jerked to face Crip.

"Alright boys, let's head out!"

The rest of the boys shuffled forward, exhausted of their life already.

Contrastingly, Tyler jumped up and stood in the middle of the shelter. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath; the smell of sweat, the stale underdraft of urine, and the creaking floorboards he could hear; he sucked them all in and breathed them out, as if expelling them forever.

He smiled.

"Well, what you waiting for Tyler? Hurry the fuck up, you have to work twice as hard anyway!" Crips laughed.

He looked back at her, then back at Crip.

"For sure! I'll see you when I get back!"

Crips was puzzled by his sudden enthusiasm, and Tyler walked confidently to the door, savouring every step, knowing once he stepped out he would be free to run straight to the trains and get out of here.

To freedom; to a new life he would discover!

He stopped at the door again, and breathed in the air of the outside. The world that would soon be his, no more locking up in this shit hole and being sent out to work; he would be his own man and his own person.

He savoured the moment, and let all his dreams wash over him.

Maybe I'll own a huge house with a servant. Or maybe ten thousand servants!

Euphoria struck him, and he giggled quietly.

Crips raised his eyebrow quizzically, and said, "Well get going you dumb fuck."

He was mid-step before he felt something grab his elbow.

He turned to face Barbie, and she started tearing up.

As the drops trickled from her beautiful eyes down her perfectly formed cheeks that Tyler had just noticed, she whimpered quietly.

"Please don't go."

Fuck.

He sighed, and suddenly all he could smell was the 4 copper coins.

-alone-

2009-12-26T16:21:00.001-08:00

is how spent christmas and boxing day.

-WAY-

2009-12-14T05:09:00.001-08:00

up high; down low

-SIN-

2009-12-08T04:56:00.001-08:00

wages death;

-JUMP-

2009-12-05T23:37:00.001-08:00

Talk about jumping off cliffs,

swimming through oceans,

running through deserts,

and screaming through hurricanes.

never.

-BADROMANCE-

2009-12-05T17:07:00.000-08:00

it was on the radio on the bus home from work. and i listened to it. again. and again. and again. LOL.

going to gaga's on thursday in april. who gives a shit, probably don't have uni on friday anyway. winner!

-TRY-

2009-12-05T16:02:00.001-08:00

"Be that as it may, it will never change anything."

"I can try."

-CHOSEN-

2009-12-03T05:27:00.000-08:00

IS the word today.

i was chosen to do short term planning on mount whaleback.

god help me =[

-SOMEBODY-

2009-12-03T05:26:00.001-08:00

somebody is a guy who lives down my street.

somebody is a song by nickelback.

somebody is who i want to be.

-PHOTOGRAPH-

2009-12-03T05:25:00.000-08:00

everytime i look at it,

i feel warm.

-CLEAN-

2009-12-03T05:24:00.000-08:00

my supervisor for the day, Jeremy took me around the office.

we got to the shredder, and all this leftover papers were down at the bottom.

he started clearing them out, shaking his head and saying, "Nobody cleans this stuff. the bin only gets emptied when it is full. and its never full if no one chucks their stuff into the bin. Look at this; the highly paid engineer and the vac student, cleaning shit."

LOL?

-MASK-

2009-11-29T06:24:00.000-08:00

putting on a mask is never hard; it's taking it off that is difficult.

-BREAKFAST-

2009-11-28T05:18:00.000-08:00

is called so cause you break ur fast over the night.

so don't skip it!

-KHAN-

2009-11-26T13:30:00.002-08:00

In the cold, sitting in the ger, he huddled close to his mother for warmth.

"Why did they do such mother?"

The mother stared down into his eyes, and replied, "Because they fear us little one. They fear that you may one day stand up to claim your birth right. So they seek to extinguish our family name."

His elder brother spoke up, "But they will never. The sky father will lead us."

Even as the mother smiled, he could see the lack of faith in her eyes.

He could see she thought they were as good as dead. Alone on the steppes, left without the tribe and to fend for themselves, the chances were slim.

"I promise you one thing mother."

She looked back at the smaller boy in front of her.

"I promise I will kill every last one of them. I will rule bordered by oceans, and the world will never forget my name. I will destroy the enemies of our ancestors, and unite this land. I will burn and pillage all other tribes, and one day rule this world. Then everyone will tremble at my name."

His mother stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the conviction and strength behind the voice.

"I WILL be khan. Then they will know to fear Temujin, son of the Wolves."

-UNINVITED-

2009-11-26T13:30:00.001-08:00

the uninvited always show up at opportune times.

-AFTERMATH-

2009-11-26T13:29:00.000-08:00

in the aftermath of the war, there are no winners or losers,

just people who have lost less.

-PRETENDING-

2009-11-24T07:46:00.000-08:00

ew. pretentious people

-WALLS-

2009-11-23T08:33:00.000-08:00

You scale walls not to find out what is behind them,

but to kill.

-ROADTRIP-

2009-11-23T08:32:00.000-08:00

's are quite geng.

only been on one though. =[

-HARDWORK-

2009-11-21T21:17:00.000-08:00

Lionel-inspired post. LOL.

---

I think i noe why i have such an aversion to people with no motivation or hard work.

Simply because I know you can achieve ANYTHING if u put ur mind to it. If you decide to do something, don't whine about it, just do it because i noe that i could do it myself.

I think it is a lack of empathy; or too much of it that makes me come to that conclusion. Exams are never hard; you just don't study enough. There is never not enough money; you just don't work enough (Ergo, don't be picky, work at Maccas). There're a million things to complain about, which could be solved if you just shut the fuck up and started doing things.

I think i now understand why lionel detests people that don't work hard. It's probably his influence that led me to this as well.

When things don't go your way, change it. don't sit around and whine about it. Everything can be changed with hardwork.

I have not had the experience of being handicapped fortunately, unlike a close friend of mine. So before you complain about how shitty ur life is, please, think for awhile.

At least you can walk/run/do things as a fully-able bodied person.

I was brought up in a family where money DIDN'T fall from trees. I watched my dad work 9 to 5 to be able to give me an education overseas. Nothing was handed to him on a platter, and nothing was handed to me on a platter except for my education. I guess that's where i learnt not to take things for granted and learnt money stems from hard work. Oh, you didn't need to go through that? Very good, you very privileged. now fuck off.

Sure, there're easier ways to earn money, like pyramid schemes or real estate, both of which require capital.

Which hasn't been handed to me.

So please, for the love of God and for the sake of everyone, work hard and don't complain.

-NOGOT-

2009-11-21T19:26:00.000-08:00

no got interwebs so epic fails i thought sunday was my word cause i remembered the calendar and mine was the last sorry =[

-SIMPLE-

2009-11-19T13:25:00.000-08:00

everything in life is simple.

no need to overcomplicate stuff.

-CLOTH-

2009-11-18T08:26:00.000-08:00

Take the cloth, go home.

Nobody wants it here.

-OPTIMISTIC-

2009-11-17T06:00:00.001-08:00

givesmehope.com

gives u reason to be optimistic.

-FORGIVE-

2009-11-16T04:03:00.001-08:00

You never truly forgive and forget; do not lie to urself.

You only ever forgive.

But you never forget.

Never.

-RING-

2009-11-15T08:15:00.001-08:00

why would sauron create one ring to rule them all?

-urm-

2009-11-12T23:58:00.000-08:00

got carried away.

sorry.

-LETTERSTRANGERTREBUCHETSPACESUBWAYCOMMUNICATEOMISSIONPAIR-

2009-11-10T13:57:00.000-08:00

here we go, these are all the words i've missed. i won't miss one again sago (exams are pretty much OVER!)

---LETTERS---

Have you ever looked at a word so much that it starts to deform in front of you? Like the letters in it don't seem to make sense anymore, like they were just letters to begin with and not words? Call me weird, but I know if i type/read/write a word too much it just becomes a bunch of letters and i get confused at what i'm actually writting.

---STRANGER---

Strangers represent a whole new world; there are no strangers in this world, just friends you haven't made. I love meeting strangers, and learning more about them. I intend to go back and listen to folk stories of my home town, probably from my maid.

---TREBUCHET---

The weapons of destruction of choice, the counterweights dragging loads across hundreds of meters. I always wanted to build a miniature trebuchet. Maybe I'll go into bunnings and get some material one day. LOL.

---SPACE---

Its funny how we're looking to space to increase the amount of land we can colonise; why don't we just take care of the Earth?

---SUBWAY---

I had subway twice this week. (:

---COMMUNICATE---

"All the words you never say, all the things we'll never do, and all the times we'll never have". For lack of communication. Communication is the most underrated and important facet of life; without it, civilization would be in ruins.

---OMISSION---

i noe what it feels like to be omitted from JEFF'S FAREWELL DINNER

---PAIR---

there are no perfect pairs.

-know-

2009-11-05T16:57:00.000-08:00

you know what?

all things left unspoken

all things left to fester

all things left to destroy

all things spoken out of turn

and all things that cause hurt

intentional, or unintentional,

still hates.

~ Death Korp.

-BENHYDER-

2009-11-01T16:42:00.000-08:00

ben hyder is this guy from mining.

I was at civil labs, and i asked one of his friends what school he was from (peter)

"Wesley. Yourself?"

"Rossmoyne."

Ben goes, "They have a rossmoyne in china?!?"

ROFL.

that was a good one. XD

-DISGUSTGLASSESCYCLEFINALBOOTSUPTAKE-

2009-10-30T08:02:00.000-07:00

Chasing after me, I rode as quick as i could but my cycle got stuck in a small gap.

Falling over, my glasses flew off, effectively blinding me.

"You disgust me."

I glanced back at the silhouette, now hidden by the sun.

He crushed my glasses under his boots.

"Wh.... wh... why ar... e yo..... yo oyoou d-d-d-oing thiisss?" I managed to stammer out.

"You're abit slow on the uptake aren't you."

Cocking the gun, i heard the cartridge click into the chamber.

They say you never hear the final shot.

I disagree.

-INSTABILITY-

2009-10-26T02:51:00.000-07:00

how ironic that i would spend 2 full days on rock mechanics and rock slopes, forgoing sleep on sunday night.

To realise that the word i missed out was instability.

Which was what my report was on.

(rock) instability.

lol.

--

all these words that will never be spoken, all the things that will never be done and all the times that will never come to pass perhaps that is the curse of humanity.

-TRIDENTJUDGEMENTCANDY-

2009-10-24T08:44:00.000-07:00

I'm missing one word.

---

trident, would u call the thing that a stereotypical demon wields a trident?

judgement; reserve them.

and candy.

i want candy. =[

-CHANGE-

2009-10-19T13:47:00.000-07:00

people used to say, "never change, i think u're perfect just the way you are." whenever we signed like yearbooks and autograph books back in malaysia when we graduated.

I'm sure that's wrong. Cause people DO change. it's natural. and if they change and they're still not perfect and it doesn't sit well with you, then maybe u weren't that great a friend at all.

change; inevitable and integral.

and so is my project management report!

-SPIRITALTRUISMWHISKYandMISUNDERSTANDING-

2009-10-18T08:43:00.000-07:00

They say when the spirit lives in you, u get an unhealthy sense of altruism.

That when someone slaps on the left, you offer the right.

ergo, unhealthy sense of altruism.

or perhaps, that's just an after effect of having too much whisky.

beware the misunderstanding that follows.

-ESCAPE-

2009-10-14T01:48:00.000-07:00

Oh immortal emperor,
Have mercy on us, miserable and unworthy we are.
Oh master of the galaxy,
Protect your flock from the alien.
Oh keeper of the light,
Guide our darkened path with your radiance.
We are your warriors and your servants to thee.
We stand free in escape from blindless of heart.
Free from hypocrisy, vain glories and deceit.
But captive to hatred, malice and anger.
To the filth, the alien, the heretic.
By thy agony and bloody sweat,
By thy golden throne and thy death,
By thy destruction and reemergence as the god of man,
Keep and strengthen us.
We who fight for thee.
***
Death Korp of Krieg

-MAN-

2009-10-13T04:48:00.001-07:00

modern man is probably the scourge of the earth.

initially given the role of stewards, they have squandered and pilfered the richness of holy Terra and spat at their divine right.

so says the mining engineer.

-GRAFFITI-

2009-10-12T05:44:00.000-07:00

baby scribbles,

or leaving yourself on an item of property,

or maybe on my heart.

-EXCESS-

2009-10-12T01:35:00.001-07:00

we all live in excess.

-FANTASY-

2009-10-10T08:10:00.001-07:00

what's yours?

-FUTURE-

2009-10-09T00:42:00.000-07:00

His phone beeped again - "Hang out?"

He considered it, then decided against it.

He was nearly done with the boss. Just 2 more levels, and he should've garnered enough experience to pummel him.

Whilst delivering his last hit on the Marlboro, his room was suddenly engulfed in a white light, and a loud boom emanated through out.

When his eyes adjusted again and the light faded, there stood a man in the middle of his room, with all his papers scattered around him.

"What the fuck?"

The man looked surprised himself, before he jumped up and shouted, "I DID IT!"

The boy stared in surprise at his new visitor, and there was something strikingly familiar about him.

His eyes, his hair, his features... they kind of looked like...

"Oh shit."

The man turned to face the boy, and they had a moment of silence.

"Oh my god," they said simultaneously.

"I don't remember being that short."

The boy was taken aback by this remark, as he observed his new visitor.

A small frame, glasses, with a shirt tucked in.

Nerd.

"Shit."

The man replied, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hunter Gray."

That's me.

"Hah. I can see the gleam of recognition in your eyes. Yes, I am from the future. I successfully built a time machine, and I am here to teach you, or myself (at this point he chuckled) how to make the time machine in order to utilise my time wisely, that I may save all the time I spent between now and then researching how to bend the continuum, that I may be able to spend my life pursuing more meaningful pursuits!"

The boy stared agape at his visitor, and the visitor scanned the room.

"Ah... so nostalgic. Oh! I remember this fight! You're farming Marlboro tentacles right?"

The boy stared at the screen, and remembered what he was initially doing.

"urh.. yeh..."

"OH! Let me try! I haven't played this in ages!"

The man ran over and sat in front of the tv.

"I remember this! You had to farm 20 tentacles to build squall's final weapon! Although that would hardly be necessary if you had Selphie on overdrive, just open the disc cover and search for the End and poof, there goes the bad guy. But i guess you could..." and he babbled on.

The boy stared at his future self, and he decided he had two choices.

He join his counterpart, and learn how to build a time machine and how to effectively farm Marlboro tentacles.

Or he could 'hang out'.

The man suddenly broke out into hysteric laughter, and snot fell out of his nose unto his shirt.

"SOrry sorry this always happens when I'm too excited."

The boy stood up, and walked towards the door.

"HEY! Where are you going? I'm about to fly Ragnarok to get Bahamut!"

He turned around.

"Sorry. There's just no adventure in that."

And he walked out.

---

granted, this is very bad. i just had the idea
allof a sudden

fmlyefe

-EPIC-

2009-10-07T08:56:00.001-07:00

There was a time when things were epic.

not so anymore.

i'm dying slowly.

no thanks to cfp. =[

-CHOICES-

2009-10-07T00:55:00.000-07:00

i wanted to write a story.

but ends up i won't.

cause that's just a choice i make.

-DIVINE-

2009-10-05T15:35:00.000-07:00

simply divine.

desserts.

-INHERITANCE-

2009-10-05T02:02:00.000-07:00

I have none. my parents spent it all on family holidays.

which is fine by me (Y)

-BUBBLEANDRAIN-

2009-10-04T07:47:00.000-07:00

Don't blow bubbles you cannot burst.

Sigh i think i'm losing it.

i just can't seem to write anymore.

this rain won't go away.

-NEEDLES-

2009-10-02T01:34:00.000-07:00

i hate pins and needles.

I always get it cause i like sit at such a bad position in front of my computer.

anyway, going down to mandie tonight. woop woop.

very naise

be back on sunday

-berbatov-

2009-10-01T05:02:00.000-07:00

Say what you want about him, if u pass the ball to him, u can be sure he'll hold it (with his incredible close control) and pass it right.

unless he decides to shoot, in which case u better have ur fingers crossed.

-EMPATHY-

2009-10-01T03:51:00.000-07:00

or the lack thereof; is what is missing from this world.

-FATIGUE-

2009-09-30T02:41:00.000-07:00

I work 18 hours a week, 2 9 hour shifts from 6 to 3.30. (sometimes on saturday too, makes it 27 hours)

I have uni on 3 other days when i don't work.

The sunday i have church, then disciple.

Within all that I have to fit other things that make my life go round.

and i didn't get my scholarship.

right about now, my energy bar is on empty.

i guess this is what fatigue feels like - like something wearing you down slowly slowly

-MEMORY-

2009-09-29T01:30:00.000-07:00

if memory serves me right...

oh wait, i forgot.

i have very bad memory.

=[

i'm sorry.

-EXHALE-

2009-09-27T10:01:00.001-07:00

She could hear them, "Breath easy."

But she could not reply.

It was oppressive; everything around her.

She felt like her head was surrounded by 4 walls, constantly pounding, never ending, ceaselessly trying to cave her skull in.

Unwavering, unfaltering pressure.

She could barely keep her eyes open, and so she shut it in an effort to ease the pain.

Time slowed to a stand still as she fought with her inner tempest seeking an outlet - she must hold calm.

The raging fire within her threatened to unhinge her, but she knew she must not sway.

Focus.

Staying true, she did.

It was hard, but she kept her cool and her composure.

Slowly again, she started to diverge from her centre.

Bringing it back, focus. Breath in. But don't breath out. But they kept telling her to breath easy.

She struggled for control.

She had already inhaled, but to exhale would mean her journey was meaningless.

That everything was meaningless.

That everything in her world would cease to be, and she would crumble before life.

But how can one survive an ordeal like this?

She gave up.

With one last breath, she exhaled.

Sara Bareilles was no more.

-HURRICANE-

2009-09-27T08:25:00.001-07:00

i sat here pondering what to write.

yeh boi.

stand back! there's a hurricane coming through!

-QUINTESSENTIAL-

2009-09-26T08:13:00.000-07:00

We all know someone like him.

---

She hated the way he strut.

She hated the way he acted like he was hot shit.

She hated the way he always had a disgusting air of self-importance around him.

She just found him revolting.

---

He thought she was the most beautiful of them all.

He thought she was the most intelligent girl he had ever met.

He thought she was the most charming girl he knew.

He thought she was the shit.

---

He decided to finally approach her one day.

Making his way to her across the room, he had to toss aside a few other girls fawning over him, vying for his attention.

But his attention belonged to her alone.

---

She felt him coming, and her stomach started to turn.

She begged God, deliver me from your sickening creature.

She watched in mortification as he made his way across the room, shoving aside several girls who were in his way.

Finally he reached her, and said, "Would you like to dance?"

She breathed a sigh of relief. Can't be that bad.

"No."

Perplexed and taken aback, the man gasped at this change in his perfect plan. "I... I'm sorry what was that?"

She smiled slightly before repeating, "No."

Aware of the attention that was now turning to this little incident, he began blushing and repeated, "Dance with me."

With the tables turned, she answered, "Give me one good reason."

The man in love with himself thought for abit before replying, "Simply because I am the quintessential man."

Growing impatient, he grabbed her hand and tried to pull her to the dance floor.

She wrestled free, and slapped him in the face with such force he fell over.

"Quintessence THAT asshole."

-SPAM-

2009-09-24T10:07:00.000-07:00

He was old, tired.

The system he had fought to uphold when his bones did not ache had long since abandoned him to a life of hardship.

Where were the welfare payments?

Where was the pension?

Where is the healthcare?

Now he earns his keep cleaning floors for a bank.

His medals sit on his fireplace, collecting dust and such.

Still, somewhere in that husk of a man, there is a man of faith and dignity.

But mostly, of hope.

Of hope that good things DO come to people who wait.

And so he bides his time, waiting for his reward after a life of servitude.

Perhaps maybe the Almighty will bestow fortune on him.

---

The morning was so fine he nearly forgot he had to work.

The scent of the hyacinths outside his window lazily lofted in, and he closed his eyes in silent contemplation.

He was rudely interrupted by a call, and when he picked it up, the voice on the end of the line told him he had no work today - the bank he worked it was closed.

He smiled - things were looking up.

He decided to have a slow day, staying at home and taking in life's little offerings.

After brewing himself a cup of tea, he went to collect his mail.

He was rudely brought back to earth after he looked through the letters he had received.

Bills, bills, bills.

He sighed.

Maybe he was being too optimistic about his day.

Or his life, for that matter.

Finally, he reached the letter at the bottom of the pile.

It was addressed to him in standard font, and curiously he opened it.

As he read the first few lines, his heart began to pound faster and faster.

His eyes lit up and he knocked his cup of tea off the table.

He started tearing up, and fell to the ground, kissing the letter.

Finally God decided to give him a break.

He read the first few lines of the letter again.

"Hello dear sir, my name is Arinumbu Karilundunda, the CEO of the Nigerian National Bank..."

His life would never be the same.

-its-

2009-09-18T14:22:00.000-07:00

funny when you're online at 5 am because u're working at 6 (I'm beginning to wonder why i need to work at 6 in the first place. oh yeh, petrol and food don't pay themself.)

Anyway, it's funny cause ur friends just came home from clubbing and u're here to greet them.

ok well, its not that funny its just pretty lol

ANYWAY, i'm sick too.

prolly from doing too much shit w/o sleep.

PLUS, i have a headache. and 5 hours of lectures to catch up on.

and 6 exams

but hey, at least i'm in uni right.

geng

-chooseyourpoison-

2009-09-07T07:41:00.000-07:00

There are times when things just fall into place.

When you pull up into your driveway, you turn off the engine, and you're greeted by noiselessness.

Nothing.

Absolute silence.

It envelopes you, pulls you into the world of quiet.

Of contentment.

Of bliss.

Without a care in the world, you close your eyes, and you hear precisely nothing.

You breath in, breath out, and let your mind wander.

It floats - it drifts - it brings you to places you have long since forgot.

The cocktail of life, the ignorance of entirety, the warmth in the head.

I haven't felt like that in a long time.

Too long.

happy birthday.

-i-

2009-08-14T17:56:00.000-07:00

woke up today feeling like shit;

i felt stressed

i felt unmotivated

i felt fat

i felt unproductive

i felt useless

i felt angry

i felt incredibly sick, and i still want to vomit now just to get rid of everything.

alas, that wouldn't help anyone.

and i have work at 9.30

sometimes you can't keep doing things.

-ARE YOU JOKING-

2009-07-22T01:49:00.000-07:00

NEW UWA SCIENCE LIBRARY

OMG

I'M IN LOVE

NEVER GOING BACK TO REID AGAIN

GARAGRAHGRAHGRHAHRHAHH

p.s. this probably means i'm epic nerd now =[

-HAH-

2009-07-21T19:07:00.000-07:00

link:
<3

-space marine-

2009-07-12T06:07:00.000-07:00

"I expect no quarter and I shall show none to you, xenos filth."

-there-

2009-07-11T18:49:00.001-07:00

there is a post under construction.

needless to say it is dedicated to a simon thai and the good times at 23-105 wellington street east perth.

maybe it'll be up tomorrow. (:

-simmybear-

2009-07-07T19:05:00.001-07:00

good bye simmybear.

ffs u'll only be in rocko. lets just have wing hos sometime.

i'll miss you. and lanning w/ u. ='(

going to camp. tty in 4 days

orchard glory in katanning. call there if YOU need helps.

btw bao bei. i'll miss you. (:

-how-

2009-07-06T04:26:00.000-07:00

do people get off being so unemphatic

so inconsiderate

so callous in nature

-michaelowen-

2009-07-03T03:19:00.000-07:00

4th all-time goalscorer for England.

Far from the best form he's ever had,

but hey, its FREE.

(:

-icallbullshit-

2009-06-28T05:11:00.000-07:00

taken from here

i hope he makes me eat my words when i think this is bullshit.

maybe they'll offer... 2 scholarships. LOL.

-throw-

2009-06-22T23:14:00.000-07:00

losing everything in the wind.

that's what it feels like.

and in the end, knowing that it's your own fault that you built everything in the wind.

rather than putting it in a shelter.

even cavemen can learn.

sigh.

-LOL-

2009-06-13T09:48:00.000-07:00

unashamedly copied from aidan's blog.

Taib and George Chan are on a helicopter flying above Kuching.
George Chan: If I throw down 100 RM100 notes, 100 people in Kuching will he happy.
Taib: If I throw down 1000 RM10 notes, 1000 people in Kuching will be happy.
Pilot: If I throw both of you down, 2.3 million people in Sarawak will be happy.

LOL.

-thegunslinger-

2009-06-06T07:02:00.000-07:00

inspiration -

---

Hiding behind a wagon, he listened to the ground around him soak up the neverending ringing of bullets.

Coolly, he dumped his magazine and filled it up one bullet at a time - as he was trained to do for as long as he could remember.

And Roland could remember the time he was 3 and his dog died.

With that thought far away, he breathed out again. He started counting shells.

There was always a pause as they had to reload, and Roland slowly counted each gun one by one.

1... 2.... 1... 3... 2... 1.... 4... 3.. 2... 3...

He counted 5 people.

His head began to ache at the exercise, and so he breathed out again to find his centre.

He closed his eyes and pictured his mentor, Cort the Gunslinger.

I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

Chuckling, Roland held his sandalwood grips tightly in the hollow of his right shoulder.

Suddenly, the shooting stopped.

"Gunslinger! Hear us!"

Roland, intrigued by the turn of events, stayed silent.

"We are sure you do not wish to die here. So we propose a barter. The guns you possess - made by the very sword of Excalibur, we shall trade them for your life. What say you sai?"

Roland lost his curiosity and shouted in reply, "I ONLY DEAL IN DEATH."

Jumping up from behind the wagon, he lifted his left hand and blew the speaker's head off.

Immediately he took in the scene, and mapped out their locations in his mind's eye.

Two on the roof, one on either side, one behind Took's water barrel and the other behind the steps of Mia's home.

He quickly rolled to the right, as the air started to light up with gunfire again. Ducking for cover, he threw his arm out and fired blindly into where he expected the roof top man to be.

He did not miss.

The other three, wary and more cautious now decided to break for cover.

Exactly what he expected them to do.

He jumped out of his spot, and focused his eyes on nothing in general.

Suddenly, a very minute movement came into his vision and his right hand whipped up and fired another shot.

In agony, the other roof top man clutched his face and started screaming.

Roland shot him twice more, and the dying man was dead.

"My name is Roland Deschain, son of Steven, of the line of Arthur Eld. The last gunslinger."

Seeking to interrupt him, the man behind the water barrel popped up. Before he could speak or shoot, his brain was lying splattered on the floor.

The last man suddenly shouted, "I SURRENDER I SURRENDER"

Roland stared into space nonchalantly as the mans arms came up first, as his weapon was thrown far from him.

The man stood up and turned to face Roland. The piercing blue eyes frightened him, and it was almost as if the faces of every person he had killed were in those eyes.

"Please, i beg you-sai, let me go."

Roland gave him a hard look and sighed.

"Go."

TO BE CONTINUED

-ucl-

2009-05-28T02:31:00.001-07:00

sigh

to all the people that thought i was asleep,

i was awake, i just didn't change my status =.=''' rushed over to joseph's to watch...

man united play like crap.

sigh.

i can't even name one player that played well.

ah well. always next year.

=[

-its-

2009-05-21T04:36:00.000-07:00

funny how everything can change in an instant

all the priorities get shifted around

the list of things you want to do just deconstructs itself

when the foundation is gone

everything gets jumbled up

kinda like thinking of going to a spa

when you know you don't have food to eat

-MANCHESTER UNITED-

2009-05-16T17:46:00.000-07:00

And then right, I hafta say sorry to liverpool, chelsea and arsenal fans.

TOO BAD LA. LOLOLOL

-theemperorincarnate-

2009-05-12T06:16:00.000-07:00

"I am the Vengeance incarnate. I am the very essence of the Emperor's word. Whilst the Imperial Guard cower behind their camouflage I proudly wear the colours of my chapter. To boldly defy the xenos, and all scum of the Earth from defiling the Imperium.

For there is no one, there is only the chapter."

-...-

2009-04-20T15:28:00.000-07:00

face

-HAH!-

2009-04-12T19:10:00.001-07:00

trance energy yesterday ftw

anyway, plucked from thestar.com.my

douche forgot to add, "unless you are malay"

-the fundamental error in banks-

2009-04-08T02:26:00.000-07:00

Ok so u grow up right, and all u wanna do is own a business/ work for money to buy that house get more stuff or maybe even donate to church/charity.

but where does this money come from?

from banks?

BUT THAT'S ALL IT IS!

The banks as a whole, are fundamentally flawed.

For example, you take out a 100,000 dollar loan from the bank.

They say sure, have it.

Your bank digits now increase from 69 to 100,069.

But what has the bank done?

absolutely nothing - all they did was add numbers to your numbers to make a new number.

There was no trade in gold, no visible exchange.

All that happened was they pulled 100,000 bucks out of their ass, put it in your account.

Now, what YOU earn belongs to them. In effect, if you default, YOU now owe them YOUR HOUSE, YOUR CAR, YOUR FURNITURE.

ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO THEM.

So what are they doing?

They are pulling 100k out of THEIR ASS, putting it into your account, making you GET 100K and PAYING THEM BACK + INTEREST.

See what they did?

They turned a sequence of digits into a larger digit, and magically transformed it into paper money.

DOES ANYONE ELSE NOT SEE HOW FLAWED THIS IS?

But that means that the bank is lending more money than it has?

AND IT IS.

In this recession, when EVERYONE withdraws money from the bank, what does it do?

It freezes your accounts, says it doesn't have enough.

WHOOPDEEFUCKINGDO.

(of course, this doesn't apply in aussie where Krudd has already guaranteed all ur moneys for the next 3 years)

=[

am i alone in this thought?

=[

-24/7-

2009-04-05T02:25:00.001-07:00

<3<3

-u're-

2009-03-31T04:01:00.000-07:00

it irks me most when someone types ur instead of u're.

its like how sago used to get annoyed at "me and meng" instead of "meng and i"

and to all the people who are gasping and saying

"IT'S YOU'RE NOT U'RE YOU DOUCHE"

Grammatical errors are hardly contractions. There is a big difference. In one, it is merely the shortening of the word. in the other, it is a total and blatant disregard for grammar.

he

2009-03-23T08:56:00.000-07:00

scoffed and chuckled.

You surround yourself with people you'd think would treat you like you treat them.

after (BERNIEREAD)

2009-03-21T18:19:00.000-07:00

catching up with lionel last nite,

jack sime brand we need to catch up soon and

bp tell me when u're back in kuching

2009-03-11T07:16:00.001-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNIE

-to-

2009-03-11T05:06:00.001-07:00

lol

-of-

2009-02-27T06:37:00.000-08:00

the sweet sweet amber liquid, you know not. the bliss and aggression, the determination and boundless limits it invokes.

putting your nice face on.

bothering at all.

(:

-of-

2009-02-23T07:52:00.000-08:00

food and musings

pain and heartbreak

compassion and renewal

fun and deceit

forgiveness and hate

uni start (:

_rawrrawrawr

2009-02-22T13:52:00.001-08:00

uni starts today.

i haven't gotten round to talking about the holidays, but i will.

-ask-

2009-02-19T03:35:00.000-08:00

ask not questions with answers you do not wish to hear.

-holiday-

2009-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:00

being stuck with my ages old computer here lets me appreciate older music.

such as ryan cabrera - true and others.

but mostly my malay music. lol.

Sheila on 7 - sephia

wdv lalol

-lovestory-

2009-02-06T18:43:00.000-08:00

We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony of summer air

See the lights,
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
to say hello
Little did I know

That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said:

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet cause we're dead if they know
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

Cause you were Romeo I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said:

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real,
Don't be afraid
We'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes, oh,

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you was fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town I said:

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head, I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said:

Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

Cause we were both young when I first saw you

maybe after you shower.

---

Didn't like this song first time round, but it grows on u. p.s. the highlights and bolds are just random. just thought i'd make it look nice.