Haven't posted anything in eternity! xD Here's one I wrote recently. I would say I'm rather pleased with it.
There is a painting known as Emily. It is a heartwarming painting and has been displayed in many famous art exhibitions all around the world. Yet, no one could trace the origins of this painting. No one knows the story be behind Emily. Except me. And I am about to tell you this secret.
Paul stared at his painting for while. It was a rather decent painting of a cottage with a yard full of flowers and an oak tree by the side. There was a little girl playing with a bright pink ball at the centre of the painting. He decided that this was as good as it can get. Putting his palette and brushes down, he prepared to make do the final touches. He held up a blade of grass, a tulip, a daisy, a piece of bark from an old oak tree and a strand of hair from the little. “Painta Liva,” he uttered, casting a spell on the painting. At once the items he held disappeared and painting sprung to live. The grass grew wild and became less symmetrical. Tulips bathed in the warm, lovely sunlight and daisies danced to the passing wind. The oak tree stood at the corner, watching over the whole garden. The little girl was full of joy, and held the ball out as if she was passing it to someone. Paul smiled as he noticed details that even the best photographs could not capture.
“It’s missing something, don’t you think so?”
Paul turned around. It was the love of his life, Lydia. His heart started racing and his throat became dry.
“I… she… her… It’s called Emily.”
It was a great chance to tell her about the painting, his feelings, the loneliness and the love he felt for her. Yet, that was all he managed to squeeze out of his dying throat.
“Emily’s so lonely! Give her someone to play with.”
“That is what I’m trying to portray,” Paul imagined himself saying that, but couldn’t find the courage.
“Anyway I have to go. I still have lessons,” Lydia picked up her notes from the table and made her way out of the room.
“Ly… Lydia?” he could barely breathe. “Are you free this evening?”
“Nope, guess what? I’m going on a date! Remember Parker? He asked me out! He’s so… …”
Lydia went on talking, but Paul wasn’t listening. All his plans, the dinner, the romantic confession, were going down the drain. Then the school bell rung, rudely interrupting Lydia’s monologue.
“I have to go.”
She left the room, but Paul didn’t even notice.
Later that day, as Paul watched helplessly from his office as Lydia boarded Parkers car and went off to the date she had been looking forward to. His phone rang. It was from the Ministry of Peace headquarters. Paul belonged to a very special department known as Magic and other Unexplained Forces. The department job is to keep the existence of Magic users a secret from the general public. Its aim was to maintain peace between the public and the Magicians. Lydia was suspected to be a Magician working with special powers. However, she didn’t even believe that Magic existed. She might suddenly lose control of her power. It was Paul’s job to stop her and report to the headquarters.
“Hello?”
“Yes?” Paul mumbled halfheartedly, recognizing the voice of Merlin, the head Magician in their department.
“Your mission is over. Cut all ties and return to the headquarters as soon as possible.”
“Why?”
“We’re annihilating Lydia. The headquarters have decided that she is too dangerous. The assassins are on their way.”
“What!”
Paul dropped his phone in shock. Lydia, his Lydia, was going to be killed. He started panicking. He must go after her. He must protect her.
“Paul?”
Paul looked up. It was Lydia.
“I came back for something,” Lydia explained as she made her way to her desk hurriedly, “I can’t believe I’m so careless on my first date. Parker’s waiting for me.”
This was his chance. Nothing is going to get in his way now. Paul marched over and grabbed Lydia’s arm.
“Come with me.”
“Paul? What are you doing? Parker’s waiting…”
Before she could complete her sentence, Paul had already hauled her halfway across the school. They came to stop in the art room, where Emily stood in the corner.
“Paul! What’s going on?”
“Shhh!” he stained his ears as he swore he heard the footsteps of the assassins. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
“Paul! What’s wrong with you? You’re just trying to ruin my date aren’t you?”
Lydia tried to struggle free. Paul held on to her and locked the door.
“Keep quiet! Don’t move!”
He was sure that the assassins were closing in now. Lydia suddenly started screaming for help.
“Shh! Shh!”
Somehow Lydia managed to break free and made a dash towards the door again. From that moment onwards everything happened so fast Paul had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that Lydia was tearing towards her own grave and he had to stop her. By the time he came to his senses, he was holding a brick and Lydia laid unconscious, but still alive, in her own pool of blood.
“No, no, no…”
Paul fell onto his knees, overwhelmed by what just happened. Then he heard a knock on the door.
“Is anyone inside?”
Paul recognized that voice. It was Merlin. Fear took over him. He frantically thought back on all the spells he knew. But none of the spell could guarantee Lydia’s safety, even at the expense of his own life. Merlin began casting a spell to unlock the door. Paul looked desperately around the room for any hope of escape. Emily still stood at the corner of the room. Her happy, yet lonely smile was freaking him out; her eyes seemed to stare through his soul, begging for a companion. Suddenly it hit him. Of course there was a spell that could not be broken. A spell created by him. Paul picked Lydia up.
“I’m so sorry. It never meant to end up like this.”
Paul took a deep breath, and casted his final spell.
“Painta Liva!”
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, September 25, 2009
Kids' shoes are cleaner than that of an adult
Kids' shoes are cleaner that that of an adult. That is what many adults think.
You board the MRT, and you see 3 irritating little kids running around, screaming at the top of their voice. AFter a while some people start to get off the train, and there are some empty seats around. You sit down first, and tries to sit. The mother sits down too and the kids follow. But now there is a problem, there are not enough seats for the kids. They all want to sit, so two of them share one seat, squishing the innocent you beside them. Kids, being kids, can never stay still for more than 3 seconds. Soon, in the already very cramp seat, the kids start to jerk around as they accidently poke each other and some of them starts squealing. They did not bother taking their shoes off. You open your eyes, only to find that you are beside the squealing little pigs - i mean kids, but there's not much different, is there? Both squeal, squish each other, and make a hell lot of noise.
Now the parent points to something outside the window. At once the kids stand on the seat and points at a distant object, yelling to the kid at the other side. Maybe the kid even starts jumping about. One steps on another's toe. The kid starts wailing, and kicking the other kid. Now they get into a fight, kicking at everything - including you - with their shoes.
Finally the train stops again, and saves you from the ordeal.
Now I always find it very irritating when the kids act like that. Espacially when the kids stand on the seat and jump around WITH THEIR SHOES ON. Plus, the parents do nothing to stop them. The seats don't belong to them, does it? And I don't see why kids are allowed to do that in the first place. The shoes of kids ARE NOT in anyway cleaner than that of an adult. In fact it might even be dirtier. Yes I agree that sometimes parents do carry their kids around, so they don't quite walk around as much as adults do, but when they DO walk, they go around stepping in mud, running in water, so i don't see why their shoes are considered cleaner! Or perhaps the parents just don't care.
You board the MRT, and you see 3 irritating little kids running around, screaming at the top of their voice. AFter a while some people start to get off the train, and there are some empty seats around. You sit down first, and tries to sit. The mother sits down too and the kids follow. But now there is a problem, there are not enough seats for the kids. They all want to sit, so two of them share one seat, squishing the innocent you beside them. Kids, being kids, can never stay still for more than 3 seconds. Soon, in the already very cramp seat, the kids start to jerk around as they accidently poke each other and some of them starts squealing. They did not bother taking their shoes off. You open your eyes, only to find that you are beside the squealing little pigs - i mean kids, but there's not much different, is there? Both squeal, squish each other, and make a hell lot of noise.
Now the parent points to something outside the window. At once the kids stand on the seat and points at a distant object, yelling to the kid at the other side. Maybe the kid even starts jumping about. One steps on another's toe. The kid starts wailing, and kicking the other kid. Now they get into a fight, kicking at everything - including you - with their shoes.
Finally the train stops again, and saves you from the ordeal.
Now I always find it very irritating when the kids act like that. Espacially when the kids stand on the seat and jump around WITH THEIR SHOES ON. Plus, the parents do nothing to stop them. The seats don't belong to them, does it? And I don't see why kids are allowed to do that in the first place. The shoes of kids ARE NOT in anyway cleaner than that of an adult. In fact it might even be dirtier. Yes I agree that sometimes parents do carry their kids around, so they don't quite walk around as much as adults do, but when they DO walk, they go around stepping in mud, running in water, so i don't see why their shoes are considered cleaner! Or perhaps the parents just don't care.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Bus Stop
It started to rain, but it wasn’t a heavy rain, just a small drizzle. On one of the busiest street, many people hurried into restaurants, inns, and any shelter within sight. After much jostling and pushing, a little black girl was pushed out of the bus stop shelter and into the cold, heartless rain. She tripped on a stone and nearly fell, but a black man caught her just in time and helped her to her feet.
Then he left as he saw his bus arrive. The little girl turned back, and saw the black man board the bus to pay the driver. Then, he got down and started to walk towards the back door, but the bus drove away before he could do so. Disappointed, the black man opened his sack to check if he had any money left. Seeing nothing inside, he started his long walk home. No one stepped forward to help him.
Another bus arrived, and the little girl saw a black man inside the bus refuse to stand up to give his seat to a white. The white man grabbed him by the collar, punched him, and, with the help of another white, threw the black man out of the bus. The black man placed his hand on his forehead to wipe away the blood, and sat at the side of the road, waiting for another bus to come. No one stepped forward to help him.
The girl stood in the rain for another few minutes, when she saw a white reaching out to take a sack of money from the black. His excuse was that blacks could not be trusted with money. For a second there was hesitation in the blacks eyes, but soon rage took over and he shouted at the white. At once, policemen were upon the black and they chased him down the street. No one stepped forward to help him.
Turning her head, the girl saw signs, many signs. Some said, “NO BLACKS”, while others read, “WHITES ONLY”. A black tried to enter one of those restaurants, and was immediately thrown out and punished. No one stepped forward to help him.
As she stood at the bus stop, many such images flashed pass and she wondered what they meant.
Then he left as he saw his bus arrive. The little girl turned back, and saw the black man board the bus to pay the driver. Then, he got down and started to walk towards the back door, but the bus drove away before he could do so. Disappointed, the black man opened his sack to check if he had any money left. Seeing nothing inside, he started his long walk home. No one stepped forward to help him.
Another bus arrived, and the little girl saw a black man inside the bus refuse to stand up to give his seat to a white. The white man grabbed him by the collar, punched him, and, with the help of another white, threw the black man out of the bus. The black man placed his hand on his forehead to wipe away the blood, and sat at the side of the road, waiting for another bus to come. No one stepped forward to help him.
The girl stood in the rain for another few minutes, when she saw a white reaching out to take a sack of money from the black. His excuse was that blacks could not be trusted with money. For a second there was hesitation in the blacks eyes, but soon rage took over and he shouted at the white. At once, policemen were upon the black and they chased him down the street. No one stepped forward to help him.
Turning her head, the girl saw signs, many signs. Some said, “NO BLACKS”, while others read, “WHITES ONLY”. A black tried to enter one of those restaurants, and was immediately thrown out and punished. No one stepped forward to help him.
As she stood at the bus stop, many such images flashed pass and she wondered what they meant.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Senses
Lol i don't even know what i'm writing.
Take a deep breath,
Smell things you’ve never see.
Open your eyes and look,
See things you’ve never felt.
Reach out your hands and touch,
Feel things you’ve never tasted.
Stick out your tongue and savor,
Taste things you’ve never smell.
Now close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath,
Smell things you’ve never see.
Open your eyes and look,
See things you’ve never felt.
Reach out your hands and touch,
Feel things you’ve never tasted.
Stick out your tongue and savor,
Taste things you’ve never smell.
Now close your eyes and listen.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I'm not following the rules... i didn't get tagged and i'm not tagging anyone. Fair enough. i did this for fun.
1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY?
Have you ever been in love - Westlife
LOL like i'll ever say that
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Total eclipse of heart - westlife
how come westlife keeps popping up?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
爱太痛 - 吴克群
i'm so not in love
WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE?
that's just the way we roll - jonas brother
...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
inseparable - jonas brother
more dots...
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
the great escape - boys like girls
eh?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
小丑鱼 - 罗志祥
LOL?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Before Dawn - isaac Shepard
I'll be sleeping LOL
WHAT IS 2+ 2?
恋爱ing - mayday
I don't fail math
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
自由不变 - JJ
HUH? I don't even know who i consider my best friend...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Bad Day - Alvin and the Chipmunk
Now i'm laughing
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Burnin' Up - jonas brother
... yeah i'm screwin up
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Real to me - brian mcfadden
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
一路向北 - jay
...
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU？
简简单单 - JJ
LOL true
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Year 3000 - jonas brother
LOL
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Miracle - Cascada
Maybe they thought i'll nv die?
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Guitar Vs. Piano 1.2 - i don't know who
i don't play guitar and i dislike piano
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Like only a woman can - brian mcfadden
most of my friends are female...?
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
不能说的秘密 - Jay
i don't like secrets
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
一个人 - IDK
oh man... poor me
WHAT IS ONE THING YOU REGRET?
next plane home - daniel powter
i seldom take plane... maybe something will happen the next plan i take home？
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
好朋友 - 罗志祥
TRUE :D
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
约定 - guang liang
Hmmm....
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
离开地球的表面 - mayday
i'll take it as a no. anyway i don't plan to
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
童话 - guang liang
Eh? though it is true i don't like fairy tales...
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Right One - Final_Round
:D
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
秘密基地 - donno
???
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
我的纪念 - donno
LOL
1. Put iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY?
Have you ever been in love - Westlife
LOL like i'll ever say that
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Total eclipse of heart - westlife
how come westlife keeps popping up?
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
爱太痛 - 吴克群
i'm so not in love
WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE?
that's just the way we roll - jonas brother
...
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
inseparable - jonas brother
more dots...
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
the great escape - boys like girls
eh?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
小丑鱼 - 罗志祥
LOL?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Before Dawn - isaac Shepard
I'll be sleeping LOL
WHAT IS 2+ 2?
恋爱ing - mayday
I don't fail math
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
自由不变 - JJ
HUH? I don't even know who i consider my best friend...
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Bad Day - Alvin and the Chipmunk
Now i'm laughing
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Burnin' Up - jonas brother
... yeah i'm screwin up
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Real to me - brian mcfadden
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
一路向北 - jay
...
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU？
简简单单 - JJ
LOL true
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Year 3000 - jonas brother
LOL
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Miracle - Cascada
Maybe they thought i'll nv die?
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Guitar Vs. Piano 1.2 - i don't know who
i don't play guitar and i dislike piano
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Like only a woman can - brian mcfadden
most of my friends are female...?
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
不能说的秘密 - Jay
i don't like secrets
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
一个人 - IDK
oh man... poor me
WHAT IS ONE THING YOU REGRET?
next plane home - daniel powter
i seldom take plane... maybe something will happen the next plan i take home？
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
好朋友 - 罗志祥
TRUE :D
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
约定 - guang liang
Hmmm....
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
离开地球的表面 - mayday
i'll take it as a no. anyway i don't plan to
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
童话 - guang liang
Eh? though it is true i don't like fairy tales...
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Right One - Final_Round
:D
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
秘密基地 - donno
???
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
我的纪念 - donno
LOL
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Diary
It's suppose to focus on the boy and the girl becoming friends and how the girl was lonely and not fitting in, but i kinda screwed it up.
24th March
I don’t like changes. Even though I know no matter what you do, there will be changes and most of the changes will not be undone, but I still don’t like them. For one, this is the first diary I’ve even had. I never thought I would have a diary, but so many things happened recently and I don’t know what I can do. My parents divorced and we moved house and stuff like that. The house is big and white and clean and neat and... I don’t know it doesn’t matter. But it does have a great view of the sea and the breeze is really nice. Anyway, I’m staying with my mom now, but apparently my dad’s pretty upset about it. Mom said that maybe I’ll have to move to stay with him, I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to. Guess too much changes occurring at the same time can make me freak out.
26th March
Went to school today, and I must confess I felt out of place. People just ignore me and do their own stuff. While I was introducing myself I saw this girl, she was ugly looked pretty upset. I thought she had no friends, but to my surprise, she did. But her friends doesn’t seem to notice that she’s upset. Perhaps I’m being over sensitive? At that moment I I thought to myself, if a girl like her has friends... I don’t know, there’s so much stuff happening recently I really don’t know.
28th March
Mom’s shouting on the phone, apparently dad called and they’re arguing. No friends at school yet, I just get ignored.
2nd April
I saw that ugly girl from my class this afternoon. She was standing near the cliff by the beach, and I thought she was going to commit suicide. I just stood there for god know how long staring at her in case she did. Then she just turned and left. Sometimes people do funny things.
5th April
She’s there again, at the cliff by the beach. After I saw her I went back in, and when I checked again in the late evening, she was gone.
10th April
More stuff happened. One night dad came, and I thought I could talk to him and do stuff I did before the whole divorce thing, but they started arguing again, the way they did before they divorced. Guess it never really changed anything. I locked myself in my room and... I don’t know just do stuff and ignore the world the way they ignore me. I wonder if my parents ever thought how all these stuff affects me. Perhaps they’re too busy... too busy arguing with each other and not noticing that they’re not getting anywhere.
11th April
She’s there again, I wonder what she’s doing?
12th April
I saw her again, and this time I went out to check. I hid myself, quite far away. She seems to be talking to someone, but there’s no one there. Maybe she’s talking to herself? I don’t know. Before I could find out anything else she just left.
14th April
I saw her again, and I went down. I got closer and she was talking to herself. She said stuff about getting ignored, not fitting in and things like that. Guess she’s lonely eh?
16th April
I can’t believe what happened today. I was, or so I thought, pretty well hidden while I listened to her talk (and I still don’t know why I did that) then suddenly, she just turned and, as if she knew I was there, stare straight into my eyes. I freaked out and I ran, i think I heard her call me, but I just couldn’t stop until I’m back in my room. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
31st October
Guess I managed to befriend that girl, and guess I didn’t need this diary for a long time, but more changes are about to come. Seems like I’m going to stay with my dad... after not meeting him for so long it just feels so wrong... but there’s not much I can do. Perhaps I’ll find myself another friend?
24th March
I don’t like changes. Even though I know no matter what you do, there will be changes and most of the changes will not be undone, but I still don’t like them. For one, this is the first diary I’ve even had. I never thought I would have a diary, but so many things happened recently and I don’t know what I can do. My parents divorced and we moved house and stuff like that. The house is big and white and clean and neat and... I don’t know it doesn’t matter. But it does have a great view of the sea and the breeze is really nice. Anyway, I’m staying with my mom now, but apparently my dad’s pretty upset about it. Mom said that maybe I’ll have to move to stay with him, I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t want to. Guess too much changes occurring at the same time can make me freak out.
26th March
Went to school today, and I must confess I felt out of place. People just ignore me and do their own stuff. While I was introducing myself I saw this girl, she was ugly looked pretty upset. I thought she had no friends, but to my surprise, she did. But her friends doesn’t seem to notice that she’s upset. Perhaps I’m being over sensitive? At that moment I I thought to myself, if a girl like her has friends... I don’t know, there’s so much stuff happening recently I really don’t know.
28th March
Mom’s shouting on the phone, apparently dad called and they’re arguing. No friends at school yet, I just get ignored.
2nd April
I saw that ugly girl from my class this afternoon. She was standing near the cliff by the beach, and I thought she was going to commit suicide. I just stood there for god know how long staring at her in case she did. Then she just turned and left. Sometimes people do funny things.
5th April
She’s there again, at the cliff by the beach. After I saw her I went back in, and when I checked again in the late evening, she was gone.
10th April
More stuff happened. One night dad came, and I thought I could talk to him and do stuff I did before the whole divorce thing, but they started arguing again, the way they did before they divorced. Guess it never really changed anything. I locked myself in my room and... I don’t know just do stuff and ignore the world the way they ignore me. I wonder if my parents ever thought how all these stuff affects me. Perhaps they’re too busy... too busy arguing with each other and not noticing that they’re not getting anywhere.
11th April
She’s there again, I wonder what she’s doing?
12th April
I saw her again, and this time I went out to check. I hid myself, quite far away. She seems to be talking to someone, but there’s no one there. Maybe she’s talking to herself? I don’t know. Before I could find out anything else she just left.
14th April
I saw her again, and I went down. I got closer and she was talking to herself. She said stuff about getting ignored, not fitting in and things like that. Guess she’s lonely eh?
16th April
I can’t believe what happened today. I was, or so I thought, pretty well hidden while I listened to her talk (and I still don’t know why I did that) then suddenly, she just turned and, as if she knew I was there, stare straight into my eyes. I freaked out and I ran, i think I heard her call me, but I just couldn’t stop until I’m back in my room. I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
31st October
Guess I managed to befriend that girl, and guess I didn’t need this diary for a long time, but more changes are about to come. Seems like I’m going to stay with my dad... after not meeting him for so long it just feels so wrong... but there’s not much I can do. Perhaps I’ll find myself another friend?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I screwed up my cello lesson last week.
I hope i'm not going to screw up the one tomorrow.
I prac more that what i did for last week's lesson.
But not as much as i promised i would.
I did lost of the piece.
I can almost play at the same speed as i'm supposed to.
But i didn't memorized it.
And my intonation sucks.
And i didn't do much scale.
I hope i don't screw up my exam.
I can't do oral.
I can't do sight reading.
I don't think i can pass.
Shit.
My mom says she's not going to let me continue learning the cello if i fail.
Shit.
I think i'm gonna screw up.
Shit.
If i fail i'll die.
I'll probably have to change cca or something.
Shit.
I'll be more screwed than the time i lost my phone.
Crap.
Carp.
Fish.
Okay, it's getting out of point.
My new com spoiled again.
Cos of the noton ghost program
My dad downloaded.
Not my fault.
But he's telling me to fix it.
I'm gonna let my bro do it.
But he's not home.
I yelled at my grandma today.
Cos my mom did something that pissed her off.
My grandma told me to scold my mom
cos they don't talk to each other.
if i did i'll get scolded by my mom
cos she don't admit that she's wrong.
but actually she's scolding my grandma.
but i have to listen to all that.
when my grandma did something wrong.
my mom tells me to scold her.
cos they don't talk to each other.
I'll get scolded by my grandma
cos she don't admit that she's wrong too.
And i ask myself.
WHY ME?
It's been a long day.
i'm tired.
And pissed.
So i can't write proper sentences
and it makes me even more pissed.
I hope i'm not going to screw up the one tomorrow.
I prac more that what i did for last week's lesson.
But not as much as i promised i would.
I did lost of the piece.
I can almost play at the same speed as i'm supposed to.
But i didn't memorized it.
And my intonation sucks.
And i didn't do much scale.
I hope i don't screw up my exam.
I can't do oral.
I can't do sight reading.
I don't think i can pass.
Shit.
My mom says she's not going to let me continue learning the cello if i fail.
Shit.
I think i'm gonna screw up.
Shit.
If i fail i'll die.
I'll probably have to change cca or something.
Shit.
I'll be more screwed than the time i lost my phone.
Crap.
Carp.
Fish.
Okay, it's getting out of point.
My new com spoiled again.
Cos of the noton ghost program
My dad downloaded.
Not my fault.
But he's telling me to fix it.
I'm gonna let my bro do it.
But he's not home.
I yelled at my grandma today.
Cos my mom did something that pissed her off.
My grandma told me to scold my mom
cos they don't talk to each other.
if i did i'll get scolded by my mom
cos she don't admit that she's wrong.
but actually she's scolding my grandma.
but i have to listen to all that.
when my grandma did something wrong.
my mom tells me to scold her.
cos they don't talk to each other.
I'll get scolded by my grandma
cos she don't admit that she's wrong too.
And i ask myself.
WHY ME?
It's been a long day.
i'm tired.
And pissed.
So i can't write proper sentences
and it makes me even more pissed.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Mouseferatu 9vampire mouse)
I wrote this for a competition in Mousehunt. I'm not expecting to win, but it's fun to write and get other people to comment.
“Black Widow, there have been reports of a vampire mouse terrorising this area,” a bionic mouse whispered to the police.
“Don’t be silly, vampires can’t survive here – they need special cheese,” the black widow mouse chuckled.
“They say it sucks the blood of other mice and kills them. And black widow mice seem to be its favourite.”
****
Black Widow sets out in search of the vampire mouse seen around that area. She travelled around for a while then stops and rest on a tree at the harbour, near to the kingdom. It was a good spot where many mice pass by. At least I can see the sun rise if nothing exciting happens, she thought. Below her, many mice passed by, and several hunters came to set their trap, but nothing extraordinary seems to happen. After a long wait, she decided that the vampire’s not going to appear. That was when it emerged.
It was a small mouse, so small she didn’t realise its existence even when it dropped onto her branch. It made such small movements Black Widow thought it was the wind. It was not until the tiny mice lunged at her when she noticed it. Despite being surprised, Black Widow managed to dodge the attack. Doing so, she fell off the branch and landed on the ground. Ignoring the bruises she had, she darted into the bush. The vampire mouse dropped from the branch and advanced towards her. Black Widow ran a short distance, then suddenly turned and struck the vampire with her paws and fangs. She jumped back when she felt that she bit into something cold. At that very moment the vampire swiped at her with its paw. She landed nearly a metre away. The vampire sprinted towards her, and she barely had the time to stand up before the mouse reached her. She turned and knocked the tiny mouse aside.
After that it was all claws, teeth and blood. The vampire mouse, small and agile, dodged Black Widow’s attacks, but Black Widow was experienced and with every strike she got closer to reading its movement. The vampire mouse sensed this, and tried not to move in a fixed pattern, but alas, it was young and inexperienced.
Just as the sun was about to rise, Black Widow’s deadly claw struck the vampire mouse, knocking it into a tree. At once Black Widow was upon the stunned mouse; tearing at it with her claws and biting it as if it was a piece of Super Brie. Now the young mouse was pinned under Black Widow’s claws and unable to move.
Just before the final blow, the vampire mouse gasped, “I’m too young to die. Spare me.”
Black Widow hesitated. She had been so caught up with fighting she didn’t notice that the mouse was only a tiny newborn. Without parents, the mouse was probably defenceless before it became a vampire. It is so young it probably doesn’t know what’s wrong and what’s right, thought Black Widow.
“Never, I repeat, never step a foot near the kingdom ever. Go to the place where vampires dwell, return to where your ancestors came from, understand?”
“Yes,” the tiny mouse was struggle for its breath.
Black Widow released her grip. She stared at the mouse for a long time, and then she turned and prepared to leave. That was when she felt a piercing pain on her neck.
That night, Gwania lost their most trusty policemice.
****
“You want power?” quizzed a vampire mouse.
“Y... ... yesz,” the baby white mice replied, it was small and weak, shivering continuously and thin enough for you to see its ribs.
“Why?”
“Revenge... ... to slay those that took my family away from me,” hissed the tiny white mice. From the small and weak figure, she suddenly grew to be so strong, her eyes were red with anger, her body tensed and ready to strike, her teeth showing and her tail lashing out at the shadows behind her.
“Black Widow, there have been reports of a vampire mouse terrorising this area,” a bionic mouse whispered to the police.
“Don’t be silly, vampires can’t survive here – they need special cheese,” the black widow mouse chuckled.
“They say it sucks the blood of other mice and kills them. And black widow mice seem to be its favourite.”
****
Black Widow sets out in search of the vampire mouse seen around that area. She travelled around for a while then stops and rest on a tree at the harbour, near to the kingdom. It was a good spot where many mice pass by. At least I can see the sun rise if nothing exciting happens, she thought. Below her, many mice passed by, and several hunters came to set their trap, but nothing extraordinary seems to happen. After a long wait, she decided that the vampire’s not going to appear. That was when it emerged.
It was a small mouse, so small she didn’t realise its existence even when it dropped onto her branch. It made such small movements Black Widow thought it was the wind. It was not until the tiny mice lunged at her when she noticed it. Despite being surprised, Black Widow managed to dodge the attack. Doing so, she fell off the branch and landed on the ground. Ignoring the bruises she had, she darted into the bush. The vampire mouse dropped from the branch and advanced towards her. Black Widow ran a short distance, then suddenly turned and struck the vampire with her paws and fangs. She jumped back when she felt that she bit into something cold. At that very moment the vampire swiped at her with its paw. She landed nearly a metre away. The vampire sprinted towards her, and she barely had the time to stand up before the mouse reached her. She turned and knocked the tiny mouse aside.
After that it was all claws, teeth and blood. The vampire mouse, small and agile, dodged Black Widow’s attacks, but Black Widow was experienced and with every strike she got closer to reading its movement. The vampire mouse sensed this, and tried not to move in a fixed pattern, but alas, it was young and inexperienced.
Just as the sun was about to rise, Black Widow’s deadly claw struck the vampire mouse, knocking it into a tree. At once Black Widow was upon the stunned mouse; tearing at it with her claws and biting it as if it was a piece of Super Brie. Now the young mouse was pinned under Black Widow’s claws and unable to move.
Just before the final blow, the vampire mouse gasped, “I’m too young to die. Spare me.”
Black Widow hesitated. She had been so caught up with fighting she didn’t notice that the mouse was only a tiny newborn. Without parents, the mouse was probably defenceless before it became a vampire. It is so young it probably doesn’t know what’s wrong and what’s right, thought Black Widow.
“Never, I repeat, never step a foot near the kingdom ever. Go to the place where vampires dwell, return to where your ancestors came from, understand?”
“Yes,” the tiny mouse was struggle for its breath.
Black Widow released her grip. She stared at the mouse for a long time, and then she turned and prepared to leave. That was when she felt a piercing pain on her neck.
That night, Gwania lost their most trusty policemice.
****
“You want power?” quizzed a vampire mouse.
“Y... ... yesz,” the baby white mice replied, it was small and weak, shivering continuously and thin enough for you to see its ribs.
“Why?”
“Revenge... ... to slay those that took my family away from me,” hissed the tiny white mice. From the small and weak figure, she suddenly grew to be so strong, her eyes were red with anger, her body tensed and ready to strike, her teeth showing and her tail lashing out at the shadows behind her.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The Devil within Me
Another rewritten exam piece.
At the very moment I stared at the computer, I felt my fingers twitched. Then I turned away and reached out for a book beside it. A tiny pang of joy shot through me as I know that I had succeeded, that I had conquered the worst enemy anyone can face – myself.
Everything started at the start of the year, when my antique computer was replaced by a new one, which my parents bought for me because of my good results the year before. I began to realise what the computer can actually do. I was able to play the games I couldn’t because my previous computer wasn’t powerful enough, but now, no one could name a game my computer couldn’t support. It wasn’t long before I became addicted to computer games. It wasn’t that obvious at the beginning because I only spent one to two hours a day in front of the computer, but gradually, it grew to be six or seven hours as the urge to play grew continuously. I was soon taking over my friends in both the number of hours spent playing per day and the amount of homework that was left undone. However, there were only a limited number of hours a normal person have in a day, so I began to sleep lesser and lesser. Bed time was ten, but, because of my computer addiction, it became later than three. My parents knew nothing about all these because I would pretend to fall asleep first, and then lock the door and before returning to my virtual world.
Despite the fact that I just barely passed the first exam that year, I did not put more effort in studying. The exam which determined whether one could advance to secondary two had passed, and I failed four out of six subjects, and getting a mere pass for the remaining two. When my parents questioned why my results were so bad, I lied and told them that I was feeling unwell during the examination period, and they believed me. I felt bad for lying to them, and there was only one way to redeem myself – to get good results for the retest, that took place two month later. That was when I told myself I had to get rid of the devil that was riding me.
Sometimes I wished that they knew the truth because they would make it a lot easier for me to kick my bad habit. My first attempt to do so was a failure. I tried to force myself to study, but, being under the same roof as the computer, I ended up playing computer games. Then some of my friends suggested that I try not to stay at home. I thought it was a good idea so I tried it, and it worked. After school I would go to the library to study, or play some sports with my friends. The effect wasn’t immediate, I still play the computer every day, but I began to spend less time playing and more time studying and sleeping. There was a period of time I gave up and returned to playing more than seven hours of computer games per day, but with so many friends caring about me and reminding me what was more important, I did it.
I used to wonder why people fought so hard for freedom, but have I dreamt that I would be one of them. I have fought hard with the devil riding me. Now I can stand in front of the computer and tell myself that, no, I’m not going to play the computer. I can study in front of the computer without getting distracted, so I proudly claim that I have won the battle with that devil and that I am free.
As I looked at the look I held in my hand, I realised that it used to be one of my favourite books. I flipped through it, and then slammed it closed. A short while later, my brother saw my dragging a huge box of books into the storeroom and locking it. “What... ... what are you doing?” he quizzed. “Oh, nothing much,” I replied, “just treasuring the freedom I fought so hard for.” My brother gave me a bewildered look, but I ignored it and returned to my room.
At the very moment I stared at the computer, I felt my fingers twitched. Then I turned away and reached out for a book beside it. A tiny pang of joy shot through me as I know that I had succeeded, that I had conquered the worst enemy anyone can face – myself.
Everything started at the start of the year, when my antique computer was replaced by a new one, which my parents bought for me because of my good results the year before. I began to realise what the computer can actually do. I was able to play the games I couldn’t because my previous computer wasn’t powerful enough, but now, no one could name a game my computer couldn’t support. It wasn’t long before I became addicted to computer games. It wasn’t that obvious at the beginning because I only spent one to two hours a day in front of the computer, but gradually, it grew to be six or seven hours as the urge to play grew continuously. I was soon taking over my friends in both the number of hours spent playing per day and the amount of homework that was left undone. However, there were only a limited number of hours a normal person have in a day, so I began to sleep lesser and lesser. Bed time was ten, but, because of my computer addiction, it became later than three. My parents knew nothing about all these because I would pretend to fall asleep first, and then lock the door and before returning to my virtual world.
Despite the fact that I just barely passed the first exam that year, I did not put more effort in studying. The exam which determined whether one could advance to secondary two had passed, and I failed four out of six subjects, and getting a mere pass for the remaining two. When my parents questioned why my results were so bad, I lied and told them that I was feeling unwell during the examination period, and they believed me. I felt bad for lying to them, and there was only one way to redeem myself – to get good results for the retest, that took place two month later. That was when I told myself I had to get rid of the devil that was riding me.
Sometimes I wished that they knew the truth because they would make it a lot easier for me to kick my bad habit. My first attempt to do so was a failure. I tried to force myself to study, but, being under the same roof as the computer, I ended up playing computer games. Then some of my friends suggested that I try not to stay at home. I thought it was a good idea so I tried it, and it worked. After school I would go to the library to study, or play some sports with my friends. The effect wasn’t immediate, I still play the computer every day, but I began to spend less time playing and more time studying and sleeping. There was a period of time I gave up and returned to playing more than seven hours of computer games per day, but with so many friends caring about me and reminding me what was more important, I did it.
I used to wonder why people fought so hard for freedom, but have I dreamt that I would be one of them. I have fought hard with the devil riding me. Now I can stand in front of the computer and tell myself that, no, I’m not going to play the computer. I can study in front of the computer without getting distracted, so I proudly claim that I have won the battle with that devil and that I am free.
As I looked at the look I held in my hand, I realised that it used to be one of my favourite books. I flipped through it, and then slammed it closed. A short while later, my brother saw my dragging a huge box of books into the storeroom and locking it. “What... ... what are you doing?” he quizzed. “Oh, nothing much,” I replied, “just treasuring the freedom I fought so hard for.” My brother gave me a bewildered look, but I ignored it and returned to my room.
Monday, December 22, 2008
I'm feeling pretty screwed up recently. I didn't practice my cello much, and have been pissing my teacher off recently. Then last lesson she told me that she's gonna kick me out of her lesson and tell my conductor to find me another teacher if i don't practice. I don't dislike her, she's much better than my piano teacher, but she's just... blur? The week before last she told me that i'm gonna have lesson at sun, 12, and when i went there she told me that she never receive my message confirming that i'm going so she's not in. I sent the message, and i have proof.
Then there's so much going on in CCA, they bombarded my email account with so many emails. I didn't go for CCA for a long time because i was overseas. so i really don't know what's going on. Then there's a lot of stuff to do, and i'm confused.
A couple more reasons, but on the whole i'm feeling pissed.
Then there's so much going on in CCA, they bombarded my email account with so many emails. I didn't go for CCA for a long time because i was overseas. so i really don't know what's going on. Then there's a lot of stuff to do, and i'm confused.
A couple more reasons, but on the whole i'm feeling pissed.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Left to Die
The day had come to an end and nighttime was arriving. As the last ray of the sun disappears, the streets became quiet. There were many clouds this night, and the moon hung low, barely shining. There were no stars for the clouds were too thick and the streets were too bright. Once in a while a car would speed past, but other than that, the street was peaceful.
After waiting for a long time, a young dog, who had been studying his surroundings for a long time, emerged from behind a pile of rubbish. He trotted down one of the streets, then nosed the next rubbish dump he saw. Nothing, not even a scrap. There were scents of other tramps. They had been here, taking food from his territory. As the days grew warmer and more humid, food went stale easily and became scare. He growled, but could not do anything about it. They were gone now, and he didn’t have the time to track them down. Even if he did, he would not be able to chase them off. He was too weak.
A few months ago, he had been bought by his owner, who took good care of him. He was one pampered puppy for a while, but as time passes, his owner grew tired of taking care of him, and he was neglected. Now, left on the streets to left to fight for his own survival. He wondered what his name was. He knew he had been wondering about that for a long time. Every day since his owner abandoned him he would wonder. Who am I? He kept asking himself, but the answer never came.
Tired and hungry, Dog traveled through the neighborhood, poking each and every rubbish dump with his snout. He found this piece of meat in one of the dumps, but it smelt so bad even the ravens and crows left it there. There were a few morsels of food left in a can, and he stuck his paw into the can, trying to wrench the food out. In the process, he cut his paw against the sharp edge of the can. Yowling in pain, he pulled his paw out and the can went flying across the floor.
When he finished patrolling his territory, he limped into an unknown territory, and found this house which smelt of wonderful things. Steak, lamb, chicken, everything and anything he could ever imagined. Alas, he came late and the garbage was gone. With his paw stinging and stomach growling, he made himself as comfortable as he could in a box near the house and waited for morning to come.
When morning came, the house remained quiet But Dog knew better than to give up now. He continued to wait. Afternoon soon followed and the heat became near unbearable People began entering the house, and the aroma was stronger than ever. There were so many different smells it made his stomach growl louder than ever and he head spun. By now many other dogs have gathered.
When the first rubbish was thrown there was chaos. Hungry dogs dashed forward, snatching whatever they could. Small, weak and injured, Dog had no chance to get past those hungry and wild brutes to get the food. Then a truck stopped just outside the house. A human came out and opened the back of the truck. It was full of frozen meat. Frozen meat was hard, Dog knew, but if you left it in the sun it would become tender and delicious. Non of the other dogs attempted to snatch the meat from the humans. No one dared for it was a serious crime. Dog, too, knew that, but his stomach growled so loud he could not hear himself think.
He waited for his chance, then dashed forward. That was when time seemed to slow down. Dog ran fast, faster than he ever did, and ever would, in his life. The human holding the meat widened his eyes and tried to dodge the attack from Dog. The human dropped the meat he was holding and rolled aside. Dog must have looked ferocious when he ripped the packaging of the meat apart and took one for himself. He heard the humans yelling at him as he took off with the meat. He ran again, he ran towards the road and meant to dash across when he saw a car coming. He glanced behind him and saw the furious faces of the humans he had stolen from. Heart pumping fast, Dog dashed across the road.
He felt something hit him. For a moment he felt pain shooting through his body.
He felt totally at peace. His hunger was gone now, he felt nothing from his paw. He could think straight. He asked himself. He recalled the various delicious things he was fed, he recollected the times when his stomach was never empty, his mouth never dry, his coat was always groomed, he remembered the time when he was loved. Although they were all gone now, he knew he would never forget them. Then it came to him, like magic, his name.
He let go of the meat he had been holding in his jaws.
A young lady laid on her bed, wondering what her dog was doing now. She saw his longing eyes that day, the eyes which told her that her dog did not want to remain trapped in the house. So she let him out. She thought he would come back. She thought dogs knew how to go home by themselves. But her dog never returned. He must have hated this place, she thought, and wondered what she did wrong. Then she heard a car screech.
After waiting for a long time, a young dog, who had been studying his surroundings for a long time, emerged from behind a pile of rubbish. He trotted down one of the streets, then nosed the next rubbish dump he saw. Nothing, not even a scrap. There were scents of other tramps. They had been here, taking food from his territory. As the days grew warmer and more humid, food went stale easily and became scare. He growled, but could not do anything about it. They were gone now, and he didn’t have the time to track them down. Even if he did, he would not be able to chase them off. He was too weak.
A few months ago, he had been bought by his owner, who took good care of him. He was one pampered puppy for a while, but as time passes, his owner grew tired of taking care of him, and he was neglected. Now, left on the streets to left to fight for his own survival. He wondered what his name was. He knew he had been wondering about that for a long time. Every day since his owner abandoned him he would wonder. Who am I? He kept asking himself, but the answer never came.
Tired and hungry, Dog traveled through the neighborhood, poking each and every rubbish dump with his snout. He found this piece of meat in one of the dumps, but it smelt so bad even the ravens and crows left it there. There were a few morsels of food left in a can, and he stuck his paw into the can, trying to wrench the food out. In the process, he cut his paw against the sharp edge of the can. Yowling in pain, he pulled his paw out and the can went flying across the floor.
When he finished patrolling his territory, he limped into an unknown territory, and found this house which smelt of wonderful things. Steak, lamb, chicken, everything and anything he could ever imagined. Alas, he came late and the garbage was gone. With his paw stinging and stomach growling, he made himself as comfortable as he could in a box near the house and waited for morning to come.
When morning came, the house remained quiet But Dog knew better than to give up now. He continued to wait. Afternoon soon followed and the heat became near unbearable People began entering the house, and the aroma was stronger than ever. There were so many different smells it made his stomach growl louder than ever and he head spun. By now many other dogs have gathered.
When the first rubbish was thrown there was chaos. Hungry dogs dashed forward, snatching whatever they could. Small, weak and injured, Dog had no chance to get past those hungry and wild brutes to get the food. Then a truck stopped just outside the house. A human came out and opened the back of the truck. It was full of frozen meat. Frozen meat was hard, Dog knew, but if you left it in the sun it would become tender and delicious. Non of the other dogs attempted to snatch the meat from the humans. No one dared for it was a serious crime. Dog, too, knew that, but his stomach growled so loud he could not hear himself think.
He waited for his chance, then dashed forward. That was when time seemed to slow down. Dog ran fast, faster than he ever did, and ever would, in his life. The human holding the meat widened his eyes and tried to dodge the attack from Dog. The human dropped the meat he was holding and rolled aside. Dog must have looked ferocious when he ripped the packaging of the meat apart and took one for himself. He heard the humans yelling at him as he took off with the meat. He ran again, he ran towards the road and meant to dash across when he saw a car coming. He glanced behind him and saw the furious faces of the humans he had stolen from. Heart pumping fast, Dog dashed across the road.
He felt something hit him. For a moment he felt pain shooting through his body.
He felt totally at peace. His hunger was gone now, he felt nothing from his paw. He could think straight. He asked himself. He recalled the various delicious things he was fed, he recollected the times when his stomach was never empty, his mouth never dry, his coat was always groomed, he remembered the time when he was loved. Although they were all gone now, he knew he would never forget them. Then it came to him, like magic, his name.
He let go of the meat he had been holding in his jaws.
A young lady laid on her bed, wondering what her dog was doing now. She saw his longing eyes that day, the eyes which told her that her dog did not want to remain trapped in the house. So she let him out. She thought he would come back. She thought dogs knew how to go home by themselves. But her dog never returned. He must have hated this place, she thought, and wondered what she did wrong. Then she heard a car screech.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Interference with Evolution?
I've been thinking about this. We have been interfering with the evolution of many animals, but also our own.
A long time ago i read this book talking about what is evolution (i believe it talked a lot more, but this is all i remembered). They used lizards as examples. Lizard species X have two different colours. Bright orange and green. Bright orange allows predators to easily spot the lizards (disregarding other issues such as bright orange meaning the presence of poison etc), while green makes it harder. So it would mean that more green lizards would survive to reproduce, so as time passes the lizards with better camouflaging skills would survive and be able to reproduce, so species X, originally consisting lizards with 2 colours, would evolve into green lizards.
The reason why i linked this with the human evolution is that as our medical skills improve, more and more people with weaker immunity survives and reproduces, so it affects the evolution of humans. Originally, humans are suppose to evolve and have better immunity, but because our medical skills have improved, but because of our improved medical skills, human might not grow to have stronger immunity. And consider this also. In war, the soldiers who die are usually those healthy ones, for weaker ones are unable to battle. So stronger people actually have higher chances of dying.
So stronger people die, and weaker people survive. What will humans evolve into?
This is just my personal thoughts. I am not saying that we should not improve our medical skills.
A long time ago i read this book talking about what is evolution (i believe it talked a lot more, but this is all i remembered). They used lizards as examples. Lizard species X have two different colours. Bright orange and green. Bright orange allows predators to easily spot the lizards (disregarding other issues such as bright orange meaning the presence of poison etc), while green makes it harder. So it would mean that more green lizards would survive to reproduce, so as time passes the lizards with better camouflaging skills would survive and be able to reproduce, so species X, originally consisting lizards with 2 colours, would evolve into green lizards.
The reason why i linked this with the human evolution is that as our medical skills improve, more and more people with weaker immunity survives and reproduces, so it affects the evolution of humans. Originally, humans are suppose to evolve and have better immunity, but because our medical skills have improved, but because of our improved medical skills, human might not grow to have stronger immunity. And consider this also. In war, the soldiers who die are usually those healthy ones, for weaker ones are unable to battle. So stronger people actually have higher chances of dying.
So stronger people die, and weaker people survive. What will humans evolve into?
This is just my personal thoughts. I am not saying that we should not improve our medical skills.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Solitude
Another attempt to write a poem, it kinda sucks.
Darkness
Sorrow
Pain
Enclosed around
Eyes opened
But only shadows about
See yourself reach out towards the illusory light
Hear yourself cry aloud
Yet you find nothing returning
All hope perishes
And Solitude, persistent as ever, continues.
Darkness
Sorrow
Pain
Enclosed around
Eyes opened
But only shadows about
See yourself reach out towards the illusory light
Hear yourself cry aloud
Yet you find nothing returning
All hope perishes
And Solitude, persistent as ever, continues.
Book Review -- Omega Place
Not much things to write about recently. Most of the time i write things related to books i have read recently, but I've been reading books which i can't really write anything related to it, so i thought i might do a book review.
This book is similar to George Orwell's "1984". It's about the squad, called Omega Place, attempting to make the public aware about the fact that there are too many cameras around and they should do something about it. One thing i like about the book is that in the end, nothing was really done about the cameras. The squad of seven was destroyed, their leader and one of their members killed, two other captured. Not really sad ending, but still, it's not what i expected. Throughout the story they have been trying to change that, but in the end nothing is achieved. Normally their action would have some impact or something. it's something like 1984, when in the end Smith was killed.
This book is similar to George Orwell's "1984". It's about the squad, called Omega Place, attempting to make the public aware about the fact that there are too many cameras around and they should do something about it. One thing i like about the book is that in the end, nothing was really done about the cameras. The squad of seven was destroyed, their leader and one of their members killed, two other captured. Not really sad ending, but still, it's not what i expected. Throughout the story they have been trying to change that, but in the end nothing is achieved. Normally their action would have some impact or something. it's something like 1984, when in the end Smith was killed.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The World
Not sure if this can be classified as a poem. It's kinda like a conversation between two people or a mental struggle. Never quite considered it finished. At the moment when I was thinking about the last two lines the dogs next door started barking. A bit similar to a scene in "the Green Fool".
The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.
The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Hunter
I was bored. Sometimes i don't think much when i write. This is a short one, a really short and simple one.
A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.
The wolf fell.
A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.
The wolf fell.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Night
The setting is in my school. It's pretty weird, but i felt that i had to write.
Shira was still in her classroom at seven in the evening. She hid her bag under the teacher’s table, so it was impossible for any one to spot it outside. Then, carefully, she lifted her head and peeked out of the window. No one, they did not know that she was still in school. She stood up exited the classroom. Cautiously, she ran across the fourth level, past the music rooms to a secluded corner which no one visited. There, she stayed until everyone left the school. The security guard closed and gate and returned home. Quietly, after a long time, she stood up and stretched. She looked at her watch, and hurried towards the side of the field. There, she would meet her friends. No, they were not humans. It would be too obvious for so many people to hide in school. They were creature, awesome creatures that only appeared at night.
Gradually, the creatures appeared. They were magnificent creatures. Some took the forms of creatures that existed on Earth, like wolves, tigers and lions, others, who are more abstract, took the forms of imaginary ones, not only unicorns or dragons, but also creatures that no one ever thought of. Spirits, she would have called them, but those creatures called themselves Shadows. She met those creatures for the first time a week ago, when she stayed back in school to see what the school looked like under the moonlight. Ever since that night she would stay back to peek at the Shadows.
Shira laid down on her stomach and raised her head and counted the number of Shadows that night. One, two, three, four… … there were only thirteen Shadows. Just a week ago there had been more than fifty of them. Without making any obvious movements, Shira laid down again. The Shadows were talking.
“Where are the rest?” one of them asked.
“Gone. They sensed human presence nearby and didn’t want to be caught.”
Shira froze. Was it her presence that they sensed.
“Wimps.”
“Clever, I would say. If I’m younger I would have gone too, but I can’t now, being so old.”
“Quiet! I hear something!”
Shira couldn’t see, but she swore she felt the Shadow’s eyes staring in her direction. For what seemed like a thousand years, Shira waited. But there was no sound. Slowly, she peeked at the field. The Shadows were gone, because a security guard was patrolling with his torch.
Shira was still in her classroom at seven in the evening. She hid her bag under the teacher’s table, so it was impossible for any one to spot it outside. Then, carefully, she lifted her head and peeked out of the window. No one, they did not know that she was still in school. She stood up exited the classroom. Cautiously, she ran across the fourth level, past the music rooms to a secluded corner which no one visited. There, she stayed until everyone left the school. The security guard closed and gate and returned home. Quietly, after a long time, she stood up and stretched. She looked at her watch, and hurried towards the side of the field. There, she would meet her friends. No, they were not humans. It would be too obvious for so many people to hide in school. They were creature, awesome creatures that only appeared at night.
Gradually, the creatures appeared. They were magnificent creatures. Some took the forms of creatures that existed on Earth, like wolves, tigers and lions, others, who are more abstract, took the forms of imaginary ones, not only unicorns or dragons, but also creatures that no one ever thought of. Spirits, she would have called them, but those creatures called themselves Shadows. She met those creatures for the first time a week ago, when she stayed back in school to see what the school looked like under the moonlight. Ever since that night she would stay back to peek at the Shadows.
Shira laid down on her stomach and raised her head and counted the number of Shadows that night. One, two, three, four… … there were only thirteen Shadows. Just a week ago there had been more than fifty of them. Without making any obvious movements, Shira laid down again. The Shadows were talking.
“Where are the rest?” one of them asked.
“Gone. They sensed human presence nearby and didn’t want to be caught.”
Shira froze. Was it her presence that they sensed.
“Wimps.”
“Clever, I would say. If I’m younger I would have gone too, but I can’t now, being so old.”
“Quiet! I hear something!”
Shira couldn’t see, but she swore she felt the Shadow’s eyes staring in her direction. For what seemed like a thousand years, Shira waited. But there was no sound. Slowly, she peeked at the field. The Shadows were gone, because a security guard was patrolling with his torch.
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